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[[Cue: Dark Fusion vs Millennium Judgement]]


Louis watched as the closest Demon charged him. Attacking so straight forward gave Louis plenty of time to react. Before the demon even reached him, he leaned back, arching his body in a reverse "C." then brought both hands together before slamming them both down coated in darkness releasing a shock wave outward from the impact point, with hopefully enough power to send the flying demon back down to collide with the other.

Louis then vanished into another portal. He was gone for a good 3-4 seconds before suddenly out of the center of the dispersing gravity spell the Vangaurd returned flipping at tremendous speeds flying right at the one blocking his second sight. The portal vanished as well allowing Louis to pass through and put all his built momentum from his time falling in the background towards his own gravity spell into one single drop kick on the demon's skull, once more empowered with his internal flow of darkness. Only this time, on impact the boy felt a painful snap in his shin as he followed through.

Louis cried out, but bit down and had to tear his jaw open to let out a vicious battle cry. Louis flipped around as he fell, summoned a single demi spell, held it his hand until with a jerk of his entire body, the demi grew in intensity, only noticeable through a sixth sense than anything revealing it to no longer be demi, but a demira(or gravira).

The arcane knight launched the spell into the closest demon still in flight, the spell carrying it to the ground with the others before detonating, and warping the air around it, like a whirlpool of space into a singular point.

The space then after imploding a few moments exploded in a spinning sphere. Louis' rapier returned to his hand and with it all the rifts let loose their firepower, firing countless of small explosive dark charges out of their closing gapes where they flowed towards the central mass. As they impacted and exploded within, noticeable by tiny glimmers that quickly vanished, the main body grew larger and its pull stronger.

Louis fell towards the mass but continued to warp back away, but his speed continued to exponentially increase as time went on until his form became nothing but a single long blur into another.

Then, the entire mass grew pure black, like a black marble sheen, then shattered, with it an ear shattering boom.

Then, regardless of the states of the demons, in a speed too quick to describe short of teleportation, a sonic boom shook the arena just as Louis seemingly appeared in mid air, inches above Ultima, his swords in both hands pointed down, with all his might pressed against that single point of his fine tipped blade. Again, a split second later, that which might seem like an eternity for the Vangaurd, another after image caught up with him, with it another boom, cracking over the abyss. Finally, the third and final after image caught up, this time bringing with it all the darkness trailing behind him like a delayed explosion of a warhead. The explosion was silent at first expanding out like a black wave, disintegrating everything on the platform aside from the platform itself, wiping the throne away as if it were dust, then sucking back in to the center to release the crack of a lightning bolt's last cry.

The final result sent Louis flying away and dragging along the floor like a crashed meteor in the opposite direction he'd come down, leaving no crater, only a long drawn out smear of blood.

Louis stood halfway up when the lightning blasts struck him back down, flipping him backwards onto his stomach, his body quivering afterwards as he tried to regain muscle control. Louis struggled sit up, let alone stand, he pushed up with one unsteady arm and looked past the demon at Ultima. His absolute hate burning in his eyes.

As Louis gritted his teeth, he managed to push up and slip a knee up under himself, "One way or another, you're leaving this girl!" He repeated again his words from before the fight began. Louis took a labored breath before forcing his leg up and standing, summoning his rapier once more and throwing it at the damaged demon's head with no magical aid, as Louis had no more to spare.

Immediately, Louis dropped to one knee again, his breathing still not caught up to his fatigue, "You...will not... have... your way."

[[Cue: Sacrifice]]

Louis coughed fiercely as all the darkness backed up in his system like a tumor buried deep in his chest. He ignored Ultima, watching the red energy grow in front of him. He knew he needed to do something. He knew at this point taking on Ultima after taking down these monsters would be impossible. There was no way out. No way back. No options left.

With a pained grunt Louis stood up once more, slamming each foot down with purpose, regretting he had with the one that felt broken, "I don't need to understand you to stop you," with that Louis called his rapier back to him, holding it out as straight as he could. The result was nothing short of pitiful as the blade shook in his unsteady grip. Louis nearly broke down into laughter but pulled himself together and glared at the demon and awaited its attack, "Come on! Let's see what the legendary Ultima can really do!"

[[Cue: Sacrifice -> Karma]]


Louis saw the orbs multiply overhead, he knew at the point this was the last stretch, the grand finale.

Well, this is it, he thought as time seemed to come to a halt in his eyes, Ultima won this battle. I've got nothing left... Louis sighed, metally shaking his head in disapointment, but... I still can't hand her the win... she'll have to pry her victory from my cold dead grip before I give her any ground. I may be out of magic, but my body still moves and I can still fight! Tooth and nail make great weapons after all. Louis chuckled inwardly, It always works out in the movies right? The hero prevails out of the direst of circumstances... ha! Since when does anything work like the movies. Oh well... here goes nothing...

[[-->Karma]]

Before the orbs even moved, Louis dashed forward, slower than normal, but fast enough that he wouldn't be crawling. As the bullets let loose and homed in for the kill, Louis dived forward out of the first blast, rolled, and came back up in the face of the last remaining demon. He thrust his blade into his chest, then spun around underneath the blade. He used the demon's slow reaction speed to his advantage, pulling his blade back out as he rounded the demon's side, using his massive body as a shield from the incoming attacks and deflecting what he could with his rapier like an exotic dance of blades while circling the demon. It was inevitable the explosions would eventually catch up with him and take him down, but Louis would not go down without a fight.


((Go for 40, go for 40, we can do it! ...JK))

Louis was prepared for the demon to fight back, however, he was not prepared for the spells he attempted to hide from using the demon, to pass right through his make shift wall. The blasts carried Louis through the air, blasting him repeatedly until he collapsed on the floor with a loud, damp thump. There was a long pause before the boy shifted again. Louis lifted his gaze to look past the demon at Ultima through his darkness tainted eyes and layer of dis-helved ink-black, blood-matted hair.

With a loud choking cough, Louis spit up a large amount of darkness onto the floor that immediately absorbed itself into the floor. Louis stared at the floor for a moment, then looked around shakily. That's it! That's what's wrong. I've been fighting as if this place was a real physical space. It's not... none of this is real. It's all fabricated! Fabricated by weaving darkness into a desirable form. If it can be created, it can be disassembled!

Louis dragged himself to his feet with newfound vigor. He looked Ultima in the eye and grimaced, "Well... it's been fun, Ultima."

The arcanist opened up his palms at each side, a darkness and demi spell forming in each, the absolute last bit of energy he had left in him. Louis took both and slammed to the two together, pressing the two forces into one close to his chest. Then the two powers pressed back, expanding out and engulfing the arcane knight before vanishing again.

The boy reappeared at the very center of the platform, his eyes pitch black and glowing from their core. Bright light engraved itself into the floor spreading out to every edge following a perfect pattern. When it was finished, from above the floor resembled a glowing rose. Louis threw his hands out to his sides his chest flashing in unison and continuing to shine like a beacon into the abyss. Then, like a moth to the flame, or a drain funneling water, darkness began pouring in from all sides, whirlpools of pitch black spreading out from all the surfaces and making their way to the bright orb on his chest that was quickly losing its shine behind the clouds of black substance.

Bit by bit, his final spell would absorb every hint of darkness from the surrounding area until there was nothing left. This was his last resort. The peak of his resolve. The Vangaurd's Sacrifice.

As the world slowly crumbled around Louis like a blindfold slowly patching itself over his eyes, blotching out pieces of his vision, he felt the dulled jab to the back of his head. He didn't feel pain, only a numb pressure, what came after however was obvious, the sudden invasion of another. The pressure of a second conscience on the back of his mind. He'd felt it before. He knew the feeling well when Mateus became impatient and pushed against the cold steel gates of his free will.

In seconds, the platform and demon completely vanished into nothing, and with nothing left to support him in the abyss, Louis fell and sank into the darkness. From the space left behind he soon became a forgotten shadow vanishing further into the bottomless pit.

"This twisted game of chess... is only just beginning..."

Only when nothing left could be seen a bright light shimmered like a dot deep within the confines of black. A second later, a raging flow of light rampaged upward following a pure black bolt of lighting, that seemed to cut through the abyss like a piece of fabric hung over a window. It filled the emptiness with pure white as far as the eye could see. Outside the portal on the platform of Dawn's heart, Garuda would see the portal shine from within, then explode with a prism of colors before vanishing forever.

[ATE : Hawaiian Relaxation : 2]
[Nick::Hawaii::Beach]

Nick opened an eye to see a frisbee heading towards him. His immediate reaction? Brace his head for impact. The frisbee hit his forearm, then bounced into the sand next to him.

"...Ouch. That sort of hurt...not really." The aeromancer sighed before getting up and picking the disc and holding it in his hand. He waved it like a tambourine for a moment before moving towards Ajora and handing it to the Dark Dragoon. He then moved down the shore and bellowed out to Ajora.

"Toss it. I'm ready for it this time."

"Depends, could be genocide for the sake of conquest or vice versa. I liked Hitler," he said plainly to Alan's 'correction', nodding to Nicholas as he took back the frisbee. As Nicholas walked down the beach a bit, Ajora listened to Alan's answer and question. Black mage, hmm? So magical powerful made useless by the negator. Check.

"Why not genocide?" he responded, pulling the frisbee back to his side and tossing it cleanly through the air at Nicholas; it was not charged with energy, not set to explode. It was just a frisbee. Jeez. "I hate certain people. I have the power to kill them. One plus one, et cetera. Now, what's your summon? For instance, if you had to relate it to a Final Fantasy summon?"

It was pretty clear Ajora didn't give half a damn that the canons were nearby.