[h3] Orpheuz [/h3]

She had managed to avoid being hit by his first attack, even if only by a small margin, this was enough a reason to impress the military clad young man. Would his attention not had been focused on subduing his opponent swiftly, his old self may have even complimented her. But there was a time for everything, and the girl in question had not been slacking in replying with an attack of her own as soon as she relocated herself behind a container of trash. A spear of dark energies was flying right towards him at high speed, confirming that she was indeed one of his kind. Someone with the gift of the gods. Even if she was seemingly on the wrong side of things, perhaps even she could be turned to the light? His guiding light.

Orpheuz didn't waste any time in retaliating against the incoming attack, hurling his newly formed sword towards it to intercept it, but the spear seemed to go right through it. The sword notched itself into a nearby wooden crate that someone had placed in the alleyway, while the spear slammed right into his shoulder, his attempts to dodge it had been unsuccessful, but at least it was not going to hit his heart. A familiar tingle could then be felt, like a million butterflies would fill his entire chest and tickle his brain. It was a pleasant feeling. Like seeing the ripples on the water, the smoothness of streams, the sound of waves hitting the beach. He allowed himself a quick grin.

[b]'PHANTOM REFLECTION!'[/b] Echoed inside of his own mind.

The dark spear suddenly flung back towards Alyona at the same speed and effect it had been hurled towards him. The path between the worlds had warped him in so many ways, that some laws of the world would no longer affect him. His power had bestowed him with the ability to passively deny and reflect back conditions of the body and mind back at whomever used it. Whilst the girl's attack had been thwarted, there was no time to celebrate just yet. He could hear his old father in the back of his head. [color=7bcdc8][i]'Don't lower your guard!'[/i][/color]. He wouldn't. He couldn't allow himself to. The fate of the world was on his shoulders, if his benefactor was to be believed. He had no choice but to believe in it.

Quickly his eyes darted towards his recently discarded sword, before he reached out with his hand and telekinetically hurled it towards the area behind the dumpster, he knew he was firing in the blind. But with abit of luck, he might hit her. If nothing else, the sword would serve it's initial purpose as a distraction. As soon as he had hurled it, the girl was following up her original spear attack with some smaller projectiles. Visually they were different, and there were more than one. He didn't know if they would carry the same kind of effect as the spear, and he couldn't allow himself to risk finding out. 

[b]"Tch!"[/b] He gritted his teeth quickly, as he appeared to vanish into thin air at the nick of time, before the smaller projectiles would start to fill up that side of the alleyway. With so little room to normally attempt to dodge, he had to rely on his temporary plane-slipping power to get him out of harms way. This girl was proving to be a resourceful -thief-. While getting out of harms way might have seemed like an ideal thing to do, he was also not going to let this would-be-robber to even believe for a second she had the upper hand on him. The amount of boost to her ego would spell disaster for innocent people who happened to just get into her way. No. This villainess had to be put in her place and then he could question her properly.

The young man had reappeared at the other end of the alleyway, on the same side as Alyona was hiding on, albeit a distance away from her. His both hands held out, he allowed both his thumbs to touch and his other fingers to line up to form a triangle sign, before it filled up with his dark watery power, spinning quickly like a vortex before it hurled itself out towards Alyona. Like a miniature horizontal water tornado. He was going to suck her into it, like a pair of socks going into a washing machine at the highest speed. He was going to have to clean up. If the tumbling within the watery vortex wouldn't do it, perhaps the pitch black water would blind her. If nothing else, she might get drenched or swallow alot of the liquid. All of the various scenarios would be beneficial to him. It wasn't about fighting fair, it never were. It was about fighting smart. Victory was to be had, as long as he could hold unto his own humanity. What else mattered?

[@Crowvette]