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When Snow threw himself into a shoulder thrust Vercellius shifted upon the ball of his right foot. Effectively shifting his mass out of the way of the attack.

His right arm snaked out and closed around the trailing wrist of Snow's right hand. Continueing his pivot his left leg going in a slow upwards arc to kick the feet out from under Snow.

Moving his left hand foward he let loose the infra sonic wave at point blank range at the mass of his target.

Seeing as how Vercellius' own move had brought them face to face and for Snow to stop his foward momentum with his right leg would bring it directly into contact with Vercellius' sweeping kick as he had executed everthing from the grapple to the kick with only the sonic attack following a half second behind the others at the same moment. Vercellius didn't do one thing at a time, he moved with a precision trained into him from long years of close quarters knife fighting.

His left leg would hook about the right as he bent his knee and pulled it back up.

The locking of right limbs together only played into Vercellius' plan, the arm seemed to spasm out of control as the muscle shifted and warped. Any spot Snow held onto his right arm would find itself pierced by dozens of sharp spikes that had sprouted.

Snow would become off ballance if he tried to follow through with his round house kick. If he did his left leg would open up so it was straight, releasing Snow's right leg which would have been pulled out from under his central mass.

Vercellius would then follow this by bringing his left foot down to the ground and raising his right shin up to block the attack, this would all be done if he continued with that attack.

To negate the sound wave Snow had created a vacuum, the displaced air quickly rushed back to fill the void, pulling the two combatants in closer. Knowing this Vercellius sent his head crashing foward to ram the highest portion of his forehead into the bridge of Snow's nose.

There would be no chance for Snow to speak his words. Vercellius had released his grip and leapt back as a gale force wind sweeped through the area.

Ithaqua had been watching, waiting for a point when the two would seperate to perform its attack. An attack that had forced Snow to the ground with enough momentum behind it to force the air from the man's lungs.

That was only the beginning, Snow would feel from now an oppresive weight as Ithaqua pressed down upon him with a higher concentration of air, thickening it to the point he might as well be swimming in it.

And so Ithaqua did what was only sane in such a situation. It reversed its tatics and began to draw the air from the area. With the combined force of the two vacuums going at it the area around Snow would become drained of any air.

Snow's voids had been rendered useless as Ithaqua held the air back away from them, black hole like objects. It would be deadly for Snow to play around with such things for they had taken all the air from the area around him for a good meter.

And then they imploded, spreading out, but still Ithaqua held the barrier up, leaving Snow trapped as he was in a vacuum.

Vercellius dodged droplets of the orbs and couldn't be bothered as the land about him changed. So be it, he hadn't displayed all of his abilities just yet; but then he wanted to play one cruel twist.

The shoggoth was a creature which could rob a man of his sanity, it could send out mental links to those around in an attempt to posion there minds. Vercellius was to plant a sublte suggestion into Snow's head, 'You want a whore?'

Vercellius stood carefully, the entire area would be a dancing ground for them to twist and vanish through now. It would prove amusing to see what would happen now.

Though it did annoy him that the mental notion he had sent hadn't even gotten a responce. Sagging his shoulders he went into a crouch and was gone. His foot work and bending down had shifted him through an angle and he was behind Snow.

"You know, it's going to become pretty pointless if we continue this much longer. We'll just keep hopping about."

And as though to prove his point he was gone again, appearing a dozen meters from Snow.

"So what say you?"

And so it would be, Vercellius gave an expansive sigh and a shrug as Snow spoke and as the words faded from Snow's tongue Vercellius was gone from sight.

The thrust to stab the sword into the ground would give him all the time he needed. Coming out as the blade began to drive its tip into the dark earth Vercellius' right hand shot forth and a spike grew from his palm, bursting flesh in a horror of pain that swept through his body like fire.

Going through the pain that was so familiar to him as the shoggoth was breaching into the material verse from the center of the dark universe where it mindlessly danced with their dark lord Azathoth, the Daemon Sultan.

The spike would be thrusted towards the small of Snow's back, should is pierce to the fullest length it would impale the man clean through.

It was pure chaos, the multitude of horrors that seeked to visit ruin upon Vercellius. He could only howel at the giddy nature of it all, his calm composure gone, replaced by the insanity that had corrupted his mind over the many years.

Tendrils and coils went to pull at him after the man had jabbed him with his right hand. So be it, but then he got a full hit of the infra sonic wave straight to the head at that moment. Vercellius had gripped Snow's head and pressed his palm straight against his face.

And then there was the pull, the very nature of the world seemed to want to pull him down, but the chaos of the situation provided many an angle, shapes contorting and shifting with the pure chaos that had caused him to first fall to its might.

In a rapture of joy he danced through the angles and back, only to go through the process again and again as his mind twisted and contorted. And then he was no longer there, his wild dance had moved him far away. He had brought himself to the court of Azathoth where he would rewrite his name in blood in that dread black book Nyralathotep possesed.