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*catches the kick, expelling the force through my pores in my skin, and it collectsi n the air, being converted by amaranthine. Several thousand firey needles form in the sky, piercing you at random intervals*
you work, only... to prolong.. the inevitable.
*You find that the green aura locks up any conversion into amaranthine, causing the force to crumble within itself instead*
You'll find it hard to kill me here, when my soul is still outside this realm.
*Maintains a deep, steady breath, maintaining as much composure as I can amidst the stabs*