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Art is made to disturb.
Science reassures.
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Aramis was completely silent as the demon slashed at his face, G. Rex, however was not, it roared out in pain and fell apart on the spot. Vuur claw quite literally destroyed the boy's right eye. Aramis fell to his knees, which was a good move, because that apparently had him dodge the second swipe of Vuur's claws. His veins suddenly felt like they were on fire, and he could feel an unrealistic amount of power welling up inside of him. His left eye suddenly flared up and practically shone in a violet light as Aramis was forced to his feet. He looked directly at Vuur with a look of the purest rage. He placed his palm against the demon's chest and let his body release a pulse of Knight Energy (what he had come to call Lancelot's power). The pulse shot out in a radial arc around him and threw Vuur backwards a ways. Aramis hardly needed to speak, looking to his left he held his hand out and a summoning circle appeared on the ground. This circle was different, it was medium sized, but it gave the air around it a distorted appearance that would only come from the rawest form of energy. He looked back to Vuur and ordered his not-yet materialized summon on the offensive. Giving preemptive orders would allow Aramis to follow up his summon with something else.
"Dahaka! Crush this demon scum." This Aramis was completely different, normally the boy had two personas, one for combat and one for everything else, but this new boy standing in his place seemed like a completely different person. The circle beside him erupted into a massive distortion field that spat forth the Dahaka, a hulking monstrosity seemingly made of darkness itself. This was a facade, though. The Dahaka was a being of time, it's body looked like dark energy, but was really super-condensed quantum energy.
Dahaka didn't move a muscle, but instead simply placed himself forward in time to when he was beside Vuur. The terrifying creature looked down at it's intended prey. Vuur's phoenix had turned to focus on the creature that was now attacking it's master. Aramis knew that this bird could not be killed, it
was a phoenix after all, rising from the ashes and whatnot. So Aramis moved in instead of the Dahaka, which was focused on Vuur. Aramis summoned....something else, it wasn't a creature, but it sure as hell looked like one. He pointed his palm at the phoenix and sent out a massive blast of energy that took a form of it's own. It became what looked to be a massive bull and rammed itself into the phoenix, carrying it as far away as it could before the energy dispersed and it vanished.
The Dahaka saw it's opportunity and grabbed Vuur without a second thought. It slammed the demon into the ground three different times before tossing him away at high speeds. But this was not the end of Dahaka's brutal onslaught, because it once again tapped into time itself and placed itself ahead of Vuur's path. It stopped him with a fist, punching the demon in a downward arc into the ground. Vuur was driven into the dirt, forming a six-foot across crater that actually got bigger from there, because the Dahaka then proceeded to simply lay into Vuur's figure with it's powerful fists. Dahaka would never stop, it seemed, as the crater was now at least ten feet across, the ground breaking under the force of the punches delivered. But it did stop, and blinked back over behind Aramis. The boy had gotten most of the torrential amounts of power released under control, and called his creature back. He was breathing heavily as he looked at the enormous crater that Vuur was now in.
"That's enough, Dahaka....go home..." The boy said, barely able to choke the words out as he tried to catch his breath. Dahaka simply turned and walked away, disappearing into a distortion in time, probably never to be seen again. Aramis then collapsed to his knees once more, his energy almost completely spent, but his left eye was still a bright violet, as blood dripped from his right eye onto the ground.
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There is only one valuable thing in art:
the thing you cannot explain.
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