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What awaited Nemo and the group once they crossed into the sphere was both visions of pitch black and a tingling cold feeling as they floated weightlessly through the void. Nemo began to wonder if he was still alive as the dark drew on past the twenty second mark. Suddenly, out nowhere, he was hit by the abrupt audio of the sea and the feeling of wind on his pale skin, followed by blurry vision slowly returning. However before it could, the weightlessness was ended when he crashed into the cold sea. Although for Nemo the cold wasn't much of a drawback, it was a much more welcome feeling compared to the jungle from before.

Nemo swam back up and breached the surface of the water. By this point his vision had returned, and he was graced with the sight of water in every direction. It was getting dark now as well, he could no longer spot the sun in the horizon.

Nemo looked back, seeing a distorted space in the air about twenty feet up. Seconds later Zuri popped out of it and landed in the sea, followed by Travis, and finally Raiya. Nemo remembered their earlier encounter with water and quickly began to swim over. By the time he reached her position, she clearly wasn't above water anymore. Nemo submerged himself and found her sinking. He quickly swam further down and hooked an arm around her midsection and paddled back up to breech them both above water.

Nemo remained silent, only breathing steadily to calm his body and paddling to keep them afloat as he plotted his next move. "Is everyone alright?" He asked, breaking the silence as he thought. "...Is my shotgun alright too?" He added after a few moments, sounding genuinely worried.

Nemo shuffled back after losing traction on the ground and sliding forward. "Well... the last thing Samuel Croft was doing before using the Paragon was sinking. If an lush island was his fantasy land, one would expect land was something he was surely lacking in his final moments." Nemo replied. By this point the dark navy orb had grown twice as tall as Nemo himself, and with width to match. Parts of the stone wall began to tear off and get sucked inside from the sheer pulling force it had gained.

"But, I suppose there's only one way to find out, huh?" He asked, looking at no one in particular. Nemo glanced over to Travis. "Whatever happens, please keep a good grip on the paragon... and my shotgun as well." He said, before letting out a laugh and sliding forward. The pull of the orb caught him even more the closer he got, causing Nemo to slide-skate even faster with his boots across the floor and right into the waiting magic orb. He disappeared immediately inside.

The black hole soon increased in size more rapidly now that it was feeding off from the walls. Within seconds it would become too much to bare anymore. Fighting the pull was futile.
When Travis turned back to the group, Nemo had a notable goofy smirk on his face, signaling that he was holding back a laugh. Apparently Samuel's final stand had tickled him. However his pleased expression suddenly dissipated when he heard a stir coming from the corpse.

"What have ye done? Without that... we're all doomed... Witho-" The skeleton uttered before suddenly being cut off. It's blue life-essence in it's eye sockets flushed out, instead replaced by a darker glow from within it's chest cavity. Sammy's clothes seemed to suddenly get torn and sucked in, revealing a solid ball of navy energy. Next his ribs cracked and collapsed in on themselves, dissipating into the void. Soon his entire body had imploded into the energy ball, slowly increasing it's size until it started to devour the surrounding wall and throne.

Nemo himself began to feel the pull of the magic anomaly, causing him to begin to backpedal away from it. "The trees out there, did anyone else notice something strange about them?" He asked. "They weren't real. Not a single speck of mana lurking within. It's why he's the only thing that's aged here." He elaborated. "The Paragon has been generating this whole island. It must be one giant fake construct imagined by Samuel in his dying breath, and now that he's gone... the whole thing is collapsing in on itself." By the time he finished Nemo had a hard time still backing up, feeling like he was fighting against a heavy hurricane. He nearly tripped on the body of Rutger sliding by before being devoured by the bonafide black hole. "Watch out." He muttered.

At this rate it seemed like the only way out was in.
As Travis began to remove the Paragon of Fantasia from the skeleton's bony grasp, strangely, a force began to pull back.

"Let go of me jewel you son of a biscuit eater." A incredibly raspy voice emitted out from the skeleton. It leaned forward, tilting it's head a revealing a slight blue glow from within the corpses eye-sockets. It seemed the paragon was still keeping Samuel alive all these years. "Sam" pulled one of it's arms away from the paragon and retrieved a flintlock pistol from it's coat. "Take this you scallywag!" He spoke before pulling the trigger.

The fear of death was immediately snuffed out when instead of a fiery blast, a small puff a black smoke shot out from the pistol, followed by the bullet rolling out of the barrel seconds later and harmlessly falling to the floor. Apparently the gunpowder wasn't well preserved over the years. "Hah!" Samuel exclaimed after a few moments of dead silence. "Take that!" He added with a raspy wheeze-filled chuckle. Apparently that outburst was too much energy for him to expend, as the right part of his jaw suddenly broke and unhinged, leaving it hanging. He then dropped the used weapon and placed his hand back on the paragon, using whatever remnants of muscle he had left to hold on.
Nemo kept silent for a few moments after Raiya's whispered. Finally he broke the silence. "So... does that mean I get a third strike, but wont make a fourth? Or I wont get the fourth because I'll be dead?" He asked, dumbfounded. It was at that point Travis opened the door and turned to them.

"Of course we are." Nemo replied, breaking away from Raiya and walking over to the opened entrance. "Another lovely job Travis, you're a daisy for this one." He noted before looking through to the other room. What waited them was seemingly a giant empty stone room, save for the torches to light it and the occupied throne at the other side of it. Sitting atop a marble seat was a very decomposed skeleton. Nearly all remnants of flesh had rotted away. At this point it had more cobwebs than biological material left. The only other things decorating the body were an aged brown pirate outfit, some gold jewelry, and the large shiny navy jewel it was still clutching in its skeletal hands. Judging from the mana-waves emanating off it, it had to be the paragon they had come all this way for. The body clearly belonging to late Samuel Croft.

"There's the birthday boy." Nemo commented, pausing for a moment. "Well... I'm not touching that thing. So there's that."
Nemo didn't make a reply at first. His expression didn't seem to give away what his reaction was either. He let out a slight sigh before speaking. "No... no, I think those three things are much too grandiose, even for me." Nemo replied, resting his hands in his pant pockets. "I just don't want to see you do anything you'll come to regret, Raiya. You still have the chance to have what I never will. I don't want to see you waste that. Heaven knows I did, and there's not a day that goes by I don't think about that. I don't think that sentiment makes me a knight, or a king, certainly not a god." Nemo finished.

"I've never killed anyone that didn't have it coming to them, but there is a vast ravine separating people like Felix from people like myself in regards to how tastefully or compassionately they deal the final blow. That trait is certainly a heavy one in discerning a person from a beast." He explained. "How about a story?" Nemo then suggested, seeing that they'd be waiting for the door anyways.

"Back in eighty-three there was a man named Rolando Massimiliano Tucci. He was a famous Italian track and field star, distinguished chef, and less known to the public, an world renown assassin. Rolando was known for his speed, he could eliminate a target and be miles away before anybody even noticed. People used to call him 'Rapid Roland.'" Nemo remembered with a small smirk at the end.

"One day, either for the sake of a contract, or just for the sake of furthering his own reputation, Rolando made an attempt on my life. Clearly he wasn't very successful, but neither was I in capturing him. He slipped away, and thus began a rather long feud between us. Every time I'd come close to wringing my hands around that weasel's neck he'd find a way to escape. And that really began to rub me the wrong way. His knack for finding a way out of every one of our encounters nearly drove me mad." Nemo paused, settling down from the repressed irritation he was resurfacing. "He knew he couldn't beat me, so it became his mission to try to to annoy me as much as possible. He had no manners, and that's something I absolutely couldn't allow."

Nemo paused once more, this time his tone shifted darker before he continued. "So... when I finally did catch him. I didn't kill him, no, not at first. Instead I treated him to a nice dinner instead. One where we could finally work out our differences. I made sure this time he wouldn't escape... I amputated his legs, Raiya, skinned and roasted them with choice spices. It took some convincing, but we both enjoyed the meal with a side of braised cavolo nero and a bottle of Nebbiolo. I thought it was clever. Olympic sprinter chef eats his own legs."
Despite the damage done to his outfit, it seemed that all accompanied wounds had been healed by now. The only way he could have eased all his wounds that quickly and so efficiently is through his absorption spell. A thought that didn't bode well for Father Galvadon's fate. It seemed his life energy had been used as a magic band-aid in the end.

Nemo silently watched Raiya walk over to the door, overhearing her statement. His gaze slowly drooped to the floor as well, and he let out a small sigh. With Raiya out of earshot, he spoke softly by Travis and Zuri, not facing any one of them in particular. "Maybe it's just because I have a photographic memory, but when you take someone's life, it sticks with you, forever. Ironically, for a killer, their victims never truly die. They'll be there for all your successes, just to spoil the mood. They'll be there while you try to sleep, just to keep you up. They'll be there when you're alone, just to be a reminder of what you did." Nemo explained. "In a way, you kill a part of yourself as well."

"Sure, you can justify it all you want. Maybe the circumstances can help you live with it, but it never goes away." Nemo walked past Travis on the way to the door, but stopped behind him. He suddenly placed both of his hands on Travis' shoulders and spoke even quieter into his ear, both of them facing Raiya off by the door. "Vengeance is a very special circumstance... Imagine it for me, being broken by what's been done to you. Feeling a deep ever present anger within. You just want the pain it causes you to stop, but the only time the torment relents is during the catharsis you feel when you watch the life escape the eyes of someone you deem responsible for your sorrow." Nemo explained, speaking quickly. His tempo then slowed down "But this relief soon fades. It's only temporary... You have to kill again, it's the only way to escape the suffering. You become addicted to it, consumed by it, until you realize that your pain will never truly go away now. This epiphany will only come after you've completely destroyed yourself. What you did didn't extinguish the agony, it only stoked the fire that will burn your life to the ground. Now... now you can never go back to being normal again."

After a eerie silent pause, Nemo resumed his tirade "Sometimes you have to do what's right for someone else, even if they'll hate you for it. That's why I had to kill him, Travis. I couldn't bare to let him haunt her. I couldn't just watch her sink further into the pit. You understand, right?" Nemo leaned away, patting Travis on the shoulder before letting his arms drop to his side. "Of course you do."

"In other news, there's a runically sealed door over there with your name on it." He finished, pointing to it before slowly walking off. Nemo stopped his stroll next to Raiya and stood there silently for a couple moments. Eventually Nemo looked over and gently tapped his hand against her side. "Hey..." He started, pausing again before continuing. "I'm sorry, Raiya. I was just... I was just trying to protect you from becoming-" Nemo looked away, drawing his gaze downwards. "-...like me." He admitted.

A cloud of dust and smoke was kicked up from the explosive impact of Galvadon's mace, obscuring his vision entirely. John wanted to see the results of his handiwork as soon as possible, so he used a spell to whip and disperse the smoke immediately. To his dismay, no person or organic matter laid within the crater he had created with his strike. He quickly turned and surveyed his surroundings, finding nothing in sight. An irritated look crossed John's face. That coward... did he run? He thought, but his irritated expression quickly turned to panic. He forgot to check one last place.

Galvadon looked up, just in time to see Nemo hurdling down right at him. He had escaped the blast radius of his mace by warping above it at the last second. Nemo let out a crazed laugh before cartwheeling into a downwards kick at John. With his mace's head still stuck into the pavement, he couldn't swat Nemo from the sky, his only choice was to block. Just before he was impacted with the heel of Nemo's boot, Galvadon blocked it with the blunt staff of his weapon.

The impact discharged some magically generated kinetic energy, transferring from Nemo's boot, to John's staff, and finally his body. It caused him a good deal of pain, but not nearly as much as it would have if he hadn't blocked it. John pushed Nemo back with his staff, causing Nemo to dismount from balancing on top of Galvadon's weapon into a back flip before landing.

Galvadon quickly pulled his golden mace loose from the pavement and retracted it, causing it to fly through the air before popping heavily back into place on the staff. "I can't say I'm surprised, but I really wish you would've just died from that. That's rare coming from me, but I already know torture wouldn't bother you any." He said before resting his weapon on his shoulder.

Nemo let out a small scoff in response. "Splitting up was a questionable decision, Father Stockton must really have been afraid of my anti-magic ability to go as far as to sacrifice your twin synergy. Shame I wont get to witness it." He replied.

"Oh, well, he really hated the thought of having his specially crafted spells be belittled down to simple fish food for you. Fighting you would be like opposing a brick wall for him."

"I suppose I can sympathize. My abilities aren't always as visually inspiring as I'd like. In order to create my own spells I must first destroy another's."

"Spare me your sermon, Smiley, I've heard enough speeches lately as it is." Galvadon snapped back, uninterested. "What's with that outfit? You lose a bet with the apostate or something?" He asked.

"Not quite... she did." Nemo replied. "I thought I'd give my own little spin to her gang uniform. It's not often I have a reason to go for a retro-punk look. What do you think?"

Galvadon let out a laugh. "What do I think? I think that might be some camaraderie I smell. That's unlike you. Were you hoping the snake might accept you because you put on motorcycle jacket? I fear you might be growing soft on me, Smiley." He explained with a condescending tone, continuing to chuckle. "Maybe I'll tell Stockton to spare her, so I can bring her up here and finish her myself, nice and slow. All for your pale white eyes to see. What do you think about that?" John asked, his sadistic side beginning to surface.

After John's diatribe, Nemo's expression was noticeably less playful than before. "I think I've grown tired of our little talk." He answered, his voice deadpan and ominous.

"I couldn't agree more." Galvadon grinned before swinging his mace towards Nemo. The head detached as soon as he began the swing, extending out by the chain to reach Nemo.

Nemo limbo'd himself back strangely to dodge the swing, and then immediately used his warp to advance himself closer to Galvadon. John retracted his weapon back to try to hit Nemo with the backswing, but Nemo sidestepped it at the last second. After his mace was back in place, Galvadon stepped forward and began to slam it down towards Nemo.

Nemo extended his glove hand up in an attempt to block the swing by it's head. Any onlookers would of thought this to be a terrible idea, but just before the weapon connected with his palm, it was stepped by a small plate sized force field. The impact let out a loud clang, as if a church bell had been rung. Nemo kept his arm up, locking the weapon in place.

"You're much stronger than you let on." John commented with a slightly strained voice before pulling his weapon back to break the hold. He followed up by striking the ground instead of Nemo to create a heavy shock-wave of debris towards his opponent.

Nemo generated a quick barrier to shield himself from the shrapnel, but just as the pelting passed, John's mace-head suddenly flew through the dust by it's chain and pierced Nemo's barrier. It continued on to slam heavily into Nemo's chest. Thankfully the spikes were still retracted. Despite the crushing blow, Nemo barely lost his footing. John rushed through the smoke neck while his weapon was still retracting back, delivering a ruthless punch to the side of Nemo's face.

Nemo powered through the assault, appearing mostly unfazed. He returned the favor by striking John right in the abdomen, his own attack had left the church-goer wide open. John winced, clearly not as accustomed to pain as much as Nemo was. John threw another wild attack, but Nemo blocked it, this time grabbing his arm into a lock. He pushed John back, forcing him to back-pedal until he slammed into the temple wall. The impact loosened his grip on the mace, causing it to drop and clang loudly on the stone floor.

With a growl, Nemo threw a feral strike at Galvadon. John narrowly cocked his head to the side to dodge the punch. He then grabbed onto Nemo's jacket and used all his strength to spin him around and slam him into the wall. In a fury, John began to repeatedly bash Nemo across the face. Galvadon quickly lost count of the strikes he dealt, but by the fourth Nemo began to emit a sickening chuckle. As the beating continued, Nemo seemed to only get louder with his laughter.

Eventually John exhausted himself with the attack. He stepped back to take a breather, seeing Nemo's now bloodied face. Strangely, he was still cracking a smile, albeit one with trickles of blood seeping out of his mouth now. Nemo spat the excess blood out of his mouth. "C'mon, put some emotion into it Johnny boy, I just can't feel the love in your punches yet." Nemo stated, ending it with a giggle.

Frustrated, John rushed back forward and unleashed another strike. This time however, Nemo blocked the swing with his fist and grabbed John's forearm. He then forcefully twisted it until he yelled out in agony. Followed by a swift kick to the midsection to immediately silence him. Nemo then let go of his arm and struck Father Galvadon across the face. John stumbled back and fell over by his mace with a thud.

Nemo advanced on John once again while he was down, but just before he could initiate his next move, a fiery swing from John's mace appeared. John had grasped his weapon on the floor and put in a little something extra this time. The sight of the flames seemed to immediately cause a shift in Nemo's attitude. His carefree look seemed to dissipate, replaced with wide eyes as he tracked the fire intently.

"You're one tough son of a bitch, I'll give you that." John said as he brought himself back to his feet. He spat out a small bit of crimson from his teeth before continuing. "You might not fear pain, but that's fine, because I know what you do fear." John waved the flame engulfed mace towards Nemo. "I thought playing fair with you would be enjoyable, but it's begun to lose it's charm."

"I think fear is a strong word, I'm just a bit more sensitive to being burnt extra-crispy than others." Nemo replied.

John angrily swang downwards at Nemo, his macehead detaching to extend it's range. Nemo hurriedly warped out of the way to the side. "I am the rising sun that will cause vile creatures like you to scurry back off to their caves!" John whipped the handle of his mace, causing the head to remove itself from the ground and swing by it's chain back at Nemo, this time coming dangerously close to hitting him. "But my light will burn so bright that even there you wont be safe!" He added before raising his free hand up and exploding a ball of magically created yellow sunlight in his hand, causing a hot flash-bang like effect to course through the air.

Nemo was so preoccupied with tracking the ablaze mace that he didn't notice his other spell, Nemo's light sensitive eyes were immediately blinded. He covered his eyes, reeling from the irritating flash and stumbled back. With a heavy metallic ker-thunk Nemo found himself sent airborne by a immense strike from Galvadon's mace. He sailed across the pavement before leaving the ring entirely and smashing into a broken wall of one of the ruins.

After hitting the floor, Nemo worked on trudging himself back up on his feet, sputtering blood out from his mouth. On the way up he cleared his eyes and checked his body for any fire, thankfully the brief impact with the mace hadn't lit him ablaze. He certainly wasn't completely unscathed however. The morningstar had slammed into him with more than enough force to shatter a couple of his ribs like peanut brittle. It was then that Nemo noticed that his left shoulder had been popped completely out of place as well. He grabbed his arm and crudely shoved it inwards to snap it back into it's socket. In order to stop his lungs from getting torn to shreds from the broken ribs, Nemo placed his hand on his midsection and cast his mana-thread spell to temporarily sew all the pieces back together. However, with the time he had, he couldn't totally fix the three puncture wounds he received from the spikes. A stream of blood could be seen running down his leather jacket, trickling onto the ground.

"Good... that's good, I'm starting to feel the emotion in the way you fight Johhny-boy. It's been a long time since I've been hit that hard... Honestly, it's a rather refreshing feeling. It's only when I bleed that I can truly feel like I'm still living." Nemo stated after wiping the blood from his mouth. "One thing I've always loved about situations like these, with nobody else around, is I get to use some of my personal spells. Many of my own creations have never had an audience that's lived longer than the performance."

John idly swung his mace above his head to ready a strike if he needed. Nemo's comment made him hesitate to commit to any attack until he knew what was coming. Even though he might be able to prevent him from charging up a spell, he might be running straight into a trap.

"Leere Erbrechen." Nemo spoke, casting some sort of incantation John had never heard before. At first it seemed like nothing had happened until Nemo noticeably retched. He spewed a cup worth of black sludge onto the floor from his mouth before raising his head back up to face Galvadon. His maw became full with something once more, and when he opened it he fired off a glowing basketball sized black blast of magic towards John from his mouth.

Galvadon quickly charged his own blast and fired it off to collide with Nemo's, but his yellow ball of fire was effortlessly snuffed out by Nemo's own spell. What?! Now wide eyed and with no time to spare, John panicked and retracted his mace. He pointed it forward and generated a massive yellow magic barrier from it's head.

Nemo's ominous midnight colored spell collided with the barrier into a massive black explosion, eclipsing the entire area John once was into a noxious field of onyx colored vapor. The dark fog slowly rolled away in the wind, revealing John splayed out on floor, his clothing significantly scuffed up, and his mace totally destroyed. The head of the weapon ended up taking the brunt of the attack, and it could now been seen in multiple gold pieces around the arena, leaving only the pole and chain in tact spilled out on the floor. The power behind the spell must have been truly mighty to shatter an enchanted magical heirloom like that.

"What a shame, I was planning on keeping that for my collection." Nemo spoke monotonously as he started to slowly approach John. Droplets of that black ichor still dripped from his mouth intermittently, and crimson blood still trickled out from his wounds onto the floor. Nemo reached into his jacket and retrieved a balisong knife and began to idly flip it as he approached.

John groaned heavily, sputtering up his own lifeblood onto the floor. He rolled to his knees as quick as possible to face Nemo. "You t-truly are a monstrous creature." He spoke, shakily raising his arm up to fire off a yellow blast of sun magic.

Nemo raised his gloved hand up to the attack, effortlessly dispelling it into vapor when it connected with his X rune. "I suppose it's within my means to repair it." He pondered, halfway there.

"Even if I die, I'll at least know that your punishment will be m-much more severe. By failing to kill you I've only condemned you to your heinous existence. Life itself is your punishment. A life where you will always be hated. A life where you will never be loved, even from God. A life where you will be completely, and utterly, alone!" John exclaimed with a halfhearted grin. He began to frantically fire off three more blast spells in a last ditch attempt to ward Nemo off.

"Maybe the weapon wont satisfy me... perhaps I'll take your skull." Nemo dispelled John's attacks just as easy as he did the first.

"I don't fear you, for in the end my spirit, my soul, will be released to return to my Father and rest in heaven." John said, accepting his fate. But before he could speak any further, he noticed that Nemo was treading awfully close to the long expelled chain of his broken weapon.

Galvadon quickly reached to the side and grabbed the handle, causing the chain to spring to life even without the head when he injected mana into it. It moved to the side and rapidly wrapped around Nemo's leg. John yanked on it with all his might and pulled the chain back into it's handle. The combination heaved Nemo's feet out from under him and sent him airborne towards John upside-down.

"Purgatio Pugnus!" Galvadon yelled, charging a spell in his right hand. Once Nemo reached him he added one final word to the incantation. "IGNIUM!" John then punched Nemo's body with great force, but all that force was nothing compared to the massive fiery detonation he inflicted on Nemo. A vast cone of light and fire exploded out with a bang, sending Nemo sailing once more across the stage until he collided with the wooden door of a abandoned ruin. He smashed through it and disappeared into the dark.

John's silent shock and awe soon turned to triumphant laughter, increasing in volume the more he thought about it. "Fool!" He cried out as he got to his feet. John limped over the the ruin as fast as he still could, planning to incinerate the body to make sure Nemo was dead for good. When the Arcanocracy hears word of his victory, John knew he would be rewarded greatly. He finally reached the doorway and peered inside, looking forward to seeing the body, but the lighting was too dark to see a thing inside. John flicked his finger, sparking up a steady flame to illuminate the room.

To his horror, John gazed upon an empty room, followed by the light touch of a gloved hand being rested on his shoulder. As soon as it contacted him, his magic fire was immediately snuffed out. John was paralyzed in fear.

"I think I know what I'll take now." Nemo's monotone voice said from behind. He rested his chin on John's other shoulder and whispered into his ear.

"Your soul."



Rutger regained his composure on the floor and brought himself to his knees. Still grasping the dagger, he looked up to Raiya with a face full of rage. After pondering what to do for a few moments and let his anger cool down, Rutger oddly made the decision to drop the dagger. It emitted a metallic clang when it hit the ground. "No." He replied. "Why would I? I'm useless without my magic, so it would be pointless to even try. You could take me hostage, but what if this spell you've used on me wears off? You'll just have to strike down a defenseless man on his knees won't you? But that wouldn't been too out of character for you, huh?" Rutger explained. "Go ahead, show them what you are, you viper."

Rutger's intense gaze was thrown off when he heard a slow clap echo out from the entrance side of the tunnel. To Rutger's disappointment out of the shadows stepped Nemo, looking like he had seen better days judging by his outfit, but clearly still alive. A small smirk crossed his face as he approached, still clapping. "Geez, what an dilemma Father Stockton. You really managed to rip all the fun out of the game with that one." He said. "But there's one problem with that theory, Father. Since I'm here now, even if you did regain your magic, you wouldn't be able to use it, not when I've got my little fingers on you." Nemo explained while crouched down to Rutger's level, holding up his hands up and wiggling his digits in front of the Father's face with a small chuckle. "Maybe we should put a collar on you and keep you around for a while, huh?" Nemo proposed, flicking Rutger on the forehead with his finger.

Nemo stood back up, looking to Raiya now. "Don't bother sullying yourself with his death, Raiya." Nemo commented, reaching his hand into his jacket. Nemo casually pulled out his smaller revolver and fired, hitting Rutger right in the chest. "That's my job."

Shocked, Rutger looked down and put a hand over the gunshot wound. Blood began to spill out from in between his fingers anyways. Speechless, he looked back up to face Nemo, a small stream of blood tricking out from his mouth. "You had one thing right though, Father. You really are useless without your magic." Rutger then collapsed onto his side, dead.
Rutger slowly began to get his bearings back after leaving the noxious cloud, he turned to analyse his enemies, but only found Zuri hastily creeping up on him. He raised his right hand up and tried to prepare a spell to strike her down, but even while channeling all his mana to his hand, the spell generation was greatly handicapped by the anti-magic dust exposure he just underwent. He was able to achieve a small fizzling ball of purple magic, but it would be too little too late for Rutger.

Zuri planted her hand on his chest, activating the rune. As a result, Rutger's work in progress spell immediately dispersed. Rutger scowled and stumbled backwards, feeling the horrifying effects immediately. His connection to his manapool wasn't just interrupted like before, now it was gutted entirely. "What have you done you rotten whelp?!" He yelled. For someone like Rutger this was the worst possible thing. He might have been a master of magic, but without it he felt lost. He thought he had taken every precaution to avoid this outcome by removing Nemo from the equation, but it seemed that wasn't enough in the end.

Rutger frantically grabbed a gilded dagger from within his robe and charged Zuri. "I'll make you regret this underhanded trickery!" When he reached her he stabbed down at her from the right.
Raiya's blink irritated Rutger, he quickly located her and prepared to finish the job, but commotion behind him drew his attention away. He spun around, seeing Travis and the shotgun first. Rutgur hastily prepared a magic barrier as soon as Travis pulled the trigger. After the shot rang out, Rutger went to use an attack of his own back, but found something unexpected and troubling had happened. He looked down, seeing blood start to stain his robes and trickle down.

Nemo's mana crystal infused buckshot shells worked just as he explained. The crystals ripped holes in his barrier and allowed the buckshot to continue on unhindered. Rutger was hit twice in the stomach, and once in the upper right thigh.

Rutger gritted his teeth through the pain that began to course through his body. "You shouldn't have interfered Untalent, because now I'm going to squash you like the bug you are." With one hand gripping his bleeding abdomen, Stockton raised the other and charged a massive glowing orb spell. "Morte magica." He spoke, causing the orb to only grow in size further.

As Stockton prepared to unleash his massive spell towards Travis, Zuri's own crystal grenades detonated nearby. The cloud of smoke obscured his vision and caused him to wheeze. He used his free hand to try to wave it away with mostly ineffective results. He tried to release his spell anyways, but found that after the powder had come in contact with him his spell had started to fizzle away against his will. The massive orb soon disappeared completely.

Rutger retreated out of the smoke cloud, trying desperately to regain control of his magic once more.
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