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@Valiance@Mammalia

Mierno: ... Guys, Hold them off.... I have an idea. By me as much time as you can..... this is gonna be painful for me, but its worth a shot.


You've got it! Six-Point Technique: Neverending Worship! *Two massive cymbals of hard, high-energy light crash into Cain and Abel to smash them into each other*
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*You find the moment you open the portal, Amaranthine exhibiting heat energy-like qualities engulfs you. Its as if the entire dimension itself is now Amaranthine*

Abel: you still struggle. How disheartening. You could have given in, and aloowed us to obtain this Territory. A shame, truly.


*Blasts out of the light barrier; my crystals store heat extremely well without breaking, and I do not melt* Crystal Matrix: Temperature Redistribution! *A matrix forms around me and sucks away the heat, puffing it outward* I'll have you know I am not struggling, I am calmly altercating with my words. Apparently, words aren't entering your ears correctly, so I'll just have to insert them into your brain directly.

*Sheathes Vita, claps my hands, and hard light instantaneously appears in the shape of a cooking funnel, but the funnel is covered in words, and it sharpens to an incredibly thin point instead of opening up in a hole; it is philotically smooth up to the infinitely small point at the end, and I hurl it immediately at your head*

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*you find that the dimension itself no longer exists as it had earlier, and see that you cut directly into Amaranthine itself*

Abel: you're playing a losing game.

*whilst the amaranthine earlier was destructible, you find your attacks to have no bearing on my physical form*

so close to the truth, yet so far away still. I'd expect nothing less of a Lesser.

*fires an incredibly powerful blast of Amaranthine at you, coating your entire physical form in destructive force*


Incredible! It seems we’re trapped in—oh! *Surrounds myself in a philotically smooth sphere of light, around which the Amaranthine slides, and I create a portal within the dimension to a point outside of the blast of Amaranthine*
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*highly corrosive and corruptive Amaranthine flows from my body like a viscous gas, eating away at any sort of energy, magical or otherwise, that the shadow may have*

Abel: you struggle against the amaranthine. true to your kind, Lesser.

*fires a blast of amaranthine energy at you, forcing its way through the shadow like a bullet through water*


Shadow Matrix, Crystallise! *The magical shadow transforms and turns into millions of tiny rips in the dimension through which the gas flows; the holes eat through the amaranthine until it disappears completely, dissipated out into empty space; due to the filtering of light, the rips look just like shadow, though not all senses are disrupted from now on*
Very clever. Wasting my magic. Art! Science! Ruined! So uncivilised. You know, learning and art are the markers of a truly great society, and you have just destroyed both like you have no taste. I should call you the lesser!
*Swings Vita in a complicated, sinuous form, and bursts of sharp light spring from the sword and shoot through further dimensional rips, appearing at random points very close to you and shooting toward your body*
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Abel:
*each portait dissipates upon contact, and I launch nyself toward you, slcing at your midsection with my weapon gleaming with Amaranthine*


*Gasps when the first portrait disappears, and raises Vita, an energy-dispersive Crystal Matrix forming across the blade of the sword to dissipate the Amaranthine into other-dimensional space; meanwhile, I use my now-safe contact with the sword to push against you, locking your blade with mine* You villain! Dismissing real, deeply involved artistry simply because it's travelling in an inconvenient direction toward yourself? For that, you deserve to be unable to view real art.

Shadow Matrix: Heresy! *Shadow billows from my mouth as my eyes grow dark and it fills the area around you, highly decreasing both physical sensory input and information input to magical awareness*
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*you find the meterialistic makeup of your body begins to deteriorate and become weaker with each passing second, remnants of the Amaranthine beam from earlier now multiplying and coating each individual piece of you*

Abel: you still fight angainst impossible odds. Admirable. But stupid, as well.

*I dash toward you, and hit you with a concussive blaset so storng that it rips you in half*


*The beam, having failed to touch my body and rather passed through my multidimensional lattice, has nothing to attach to*
What? I’m just flinging portraits in random directions. Fighting? Imagine that! *The portraits are still flying at you*
*Raises Vita, and a spot of light at the tip turns into a Crystal Matrix in an instant, that disperses all the force of the blow in a plane perpendicular to the attack*
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Abel: *with the flick of my wrist, I cut a swathe of energy through the dimension, allowing the shards to pass harmlessly into Amaranthine, before the rift closes upon itself*

Fools toting a win they have not yet secured. it is you lot that are outmatched.

*fires a beam of corruptive amaranthine directly into you core, as it bounces around within you, becoming faster and more powerful with each hit and movement*

Mierno: *punches Abel so hard in the back of the head that it sends him colliding into a nearby rock, leaving an imprint of his boy when the dust clears*

Abel: *appears behind Mierno, hitting him in the back with a solid kinetic punch, sending a shockwave of corruptive Amaranthine through his body*


*The beam splits in my dimensionally prismatic body and shoots out from two sides of me; the portraits start coming from a direction where the rift is not and the pieces come with that same extremely high sharpness*
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*the pieces lodge themselves in an odd barrier of sorts coating our armor, and they fall to the ground, almost as if drained of magic*

Abel: *as Mierno and I clash, thunderous rings of clinging metal and booming energy echo across the battlefield. purple lightning dances along my spear, as I launch it like a harpoon at mierno's position. as if on que, It explodes wiht a furious flash upon impact, as a large bolt of lightning shoots down from the heavens through mierno.*

` *phases through the weapon, as if unfazed by the bolt and spear*

hmm.. you two aren't well equipped to handle this fight, are you? is your boss just letting you guys pick random fights? I mean, c'mon.


Hmm... *The portraits become made of hard light and break into extremely naturally sharp pieces, as opposed to magic, and those attempt to pierce the armour*
They haven't proven themselves friendly just yet, despite making a deal with us. some of them have even attacked the base, which I assume these guys will.

Abel: I, Abel, am a Bishop of the Amaranthine. alongside my brother Cain, we have been assigned to eliminate any Lessers in this area, and claim this Territory.

- ..... Kill'em.


Lucky you! It's very hard to eliminate people in this area, but you do get to laminate— pictures of us! *Several portraits of the people in the scouting group, made of light, smash into you both and split into tiny pieces with magical piercing power*
*with Mierno, Spectre, and Kat, as they approach the epicenter of the spike, they see a two figures amongst the darkness*

???:...

@Valiance@Disdain


*Waves at the figures and smiles brightly* What brings you here, fellows in worldly richness?
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