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*Chuckles, no reaction from the knife piercing my chest despite black ichor pooling around your hands.*
You think me mortal?
*I wind back my free arm, my hand forming a blade.*
Pathetic
*I punch the blade through your chest and heart, twisting it inside you. Amaranthine begins corrupting your bloodstream, halting your healing.*


*Ducks backward and kicks you high into the air*
Anything can be killed.
*A barrage of claymore swords spear into you*
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*Taking the full brunt of the attack, my armor crackles with the tremendous force burning red hot from the plasma. Wincing, my feet planted solidly upon the ground I am pushed back slightly, but then chuckling and shaking my head I let the armor fall apart. Now fully absorbing the power of each attack it absorbed.*
You're a fool.
*Practically flying at you at speeds beyond that of measuring, I strike with an unmatched speed my scythe obliterating the sword you wield. Using all the forward momentum to slam in to you.*


*Slips a dagger out of my sleeve and uses your own momentum to impale you through the heart*
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*As we collide the force of the shockwave causes a pulsation in the amaranthine, my scythe humming louder.*
Can you feel it?
*I lean forward quickly, pushing you with even greater force than before throwing you backwards into a wall of amaranthine that manifests by my whim.*
That's the weight of impending doom.
*Scythe spinning, I twist in a forward movement swinging the blade*


*Swings my sword cleanly through the ground, carving a slice of the planet that launches at you quickly enough to convert to plasma along the way*
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*I nod, heaving a couple ragged breaths still reeling from the last burst.*

Thank you my king,

*My hand passes over the scythe, and consumes a fraction of the power. Knitting my wounds, then spinning the scythe a black wind blows and the blade of the scythe hums.*

I will not fail you.

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*The black wind whips at your face, strains your vision for a moment. Enough time to rush towards you at mach speed, ripping through the shields with the scythe. The blow is earth-shattering.*


*Lifts my knife in response, and the collision between the blows results in a shockwave in every direction, the ground beneath us cracking and tearing from its place, while the wind whips at its surroundings*
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*creates a solid amaranthien knife, driving it between your shoulder blades as I slowly appear behind you*

Grace has no place on the battlefield. Only technique and awareness.


*You're showered by multicolored sparks from the wound, and while the knife cuts my back, the Amaranthine is barred from directly touching my flesh by a resistive force*

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Difference being, this ties into the ultimate viewpoint the organization holds. And despite that, they still don't favor it. Pondered over that one at all, or do you just not care?


The organization is irrelevant. They too will share the new Existence.

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*Glances over and sees you, raising an alarmed eyebrow for a moment but returning my focus quickly to The Legend*

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Translating that to English, I like the way that sounds. My thanks to your wife.
*Twists the blade in the ground, causing the manipulated gravity to also twist, warp, and intensify wildly*


*Places my hand to the ground and summons a pillar of stone that I use as a stabilizing point*
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Then why don't you do it again? Sounds like a free win the way you put it.


*The black shields drop, and I stand in the center, my breathing stabilized but still irregular*
There’s a certain grace to combat that precludes overusing tricks like that.
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*after a few moments I shoot out above the laser downstream, smoking from my body and holding a metallic bowl-like shield*


*When you arrive back on the planet, a black structure like a sarcophogus surrounds me, while the planet collapses into a more stable shape*
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*Shrapnel flying outward, with such force from the burst several piercing my armor only jerking me backwards slightly. Yet as black ichor flows from my wounds it hardens around the shrapnel, the glow around me intensifying and I chuckle.*

No, I merely waited for retaliation you see...

*A shrill hum pierces the air as the light now engulfs the armor around me and the scythe I wield.*

The more you struggle, the more you try...

*My movements blurred I step in and out of perceived reality, in no rush to reach you.*

The more swift your end will come.

*Several shards of black metal fly at you as I suddenly lunge at you swinging my scythe.*


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Aeron: *absorbs the blast in an amaranthine portal*

Tsk,Tsk,Tsk. That'll get you nowhere.


*Hits the ground, heaving in short sporadic breaths as my bones and flesh knit themselves back together after the recoil of the previous attack*
You’ve earned new respect, Rica...
*Kite-like black shapes stack up on either side of me and bond together, and I sit down in their center, shielded from attacks*
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*a grey magic circle appears on my feet, and I crouch, air swirling around my feet*
You always thought that, and you were correct sometimes…
*my eye flashes again, but now faded red marks appear on your arms, neck, and chest, revealing critical points on your body*
Sometimes.
*I launch myself off the circle with a boom, two blades in hand and slash at the red lines*


*The device on my back extends into the barrel of a familiar cannon as tall as you—from one of the black spheres around me, a faint, distressed voice is audible shouting “No, w— do—“*
I’m always correct.
*My entire form is hidden by the shower of sparks that erupts from my body, while the cannon shoots a max-power doomsday laser at you point-blank; the blast annihilates a perfect circle out of the planet and continues to the outer edge of the dimension, where it causes the fabric of the dimensional barrier to ripple and buckle*
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*The amaranthine constricts your arms and legs tightly, squeezing your wrists painfully and a single tendril twists around the box and forcibly crushing it*

You act as though you wish me to strike the blow, I am not one to so foolishly fall for tricks.

*The amaranthine now entwines you and wraps around your neck, choking you.*


Then you’ve blown your chance.
*An outward force erupts from my body, ejecting the metal shrapnel from Gajeel’s attack and shredding the tendrils, dropping me from their grasp*
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