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While Iden dug the blade into the reptile's neck, it would begin to shift. Shards of daemonic metal began to twist and writhe into the wound, spreading like a blight upon the creature. It would be an excruciating experience for the reptile, and thus for Envy, by extension. The metal seethed and raged with a complete and harsh cold throughout the creature's neck, ripping into its senses and tearing them asunder. With Iden pulling the weapon closer and closer to his chest, the reptile's neck would be growing smaller and smaller. Soon he'd cleave clean through, leaving the beast a decapitated corpse. That'd buy him some time alone with its master, certainly.

When the weight was removed from Iden, he rolled backwards, flipping over his head and onto his feet. The lance was held in both hands, ready for combat.

Arrogant geezer. Throwing words, wasting breath, underestimating your foe...why weren't you buried ages ago?

As he countered Envy's insults with his own, Iden began to stalk in for another go. He could feel the weight of something strange upon him. What it was, exactly, was unknown to him. Despite this, he still readied to strike.

Iden gritted his teeth, clenching off the curse that rose in his throat. When the thrust came, Iden sidestepped, and stabbed with his own spear. The strike missed completely, as the haft of Envy's weapon slapped Iden across the face, staggering him back several steps. To cover his sudden retreat, Iden whipped the lance around by the end of the haft, swinging in a wide arc to discourage Envy from following up too quickly with another hammerblow.

Iden's head turned, defiant to the words being spoken. He was a hairs breadth from going apeshit crazy, but he forced himself to maintain good sense.

With a quick, darting lunge, Iden thrust inwards. But rather than slam home a strike, Iden imbedded the tip of the spear into the ground, and vaulted skywards. He twisted through, lashing at Envy with repeated swings meant to flay across the Syn's back.

The hammerblow slammed Iden to the ground. He could feel ribs break from the impact, as he thudded to the floor hard. He gritted his teeth, biting back the pain as he twisted, rolling away from the blade that would otherwise have gutted him. With a sharp upward swing, Iden slashed at the air in front of Envy...then the daemon blade shattered. He'd done it. Envy could be satisfied in that he had driven Iden to the edge of mindless, blood thirsting instinctual rage.

The problem was, he was in arms reach. And while Iden couldn't hit a damn thing with a single strike, he wasn't going to rely on anything less than overwhelming annihilation. The shards of Okra whirled about his form, making the same seething barrier of metal that he had used in the past. Arcane energies surged about him, hurling brilliant flashing sparks of light as they twisted about his form, and began to spread. Then, Iden reared back, and slammed his hands into the ground.

The effect was raw devastation, as the field of dark flames erupted in a radial blast, which surged from the ground all about them. Thunderous blasts of eldritch force would leech strength and sear flesh with a cold, numbing burn. Iden did not need to have any accuracy, not when the attack encompassed so large an area that Envy could not possibly escape.

Iden held out his hand, and from it, tethers of brilliant force lashed out. Accuracy or no accuracy, the end result would be the same. Envy's limbs would be bound, and he would be dragged to face Iden.

The young DeSeer's amber eyes remained steadfastly fixed upon his chosen prey. There was a hunger there, an insatiable craving.

He had no words for the crowing Syn. The sudden flaring of violence inside Envy's mind would be words enough to define what was raging in Iden's heart and mind right now. He was tearing free all he could, using the gifts of O-Kuni to rend every scrap of knowledge he could out of Envy's head. It would not be a pleasant experience. The pain would be something far and above what Iden had previously shown aptitude for causing in the fight, which suited him just fine.

There was a strange satisfaction in the way Iden regarded Envy. As the psychic inquisition drew to its final stages, he ran his blood-soaked finger over the Syn's forehead, etching in blood a small sigil. This emblem grew as he added the details necessary, his finger guided by the arcane knowledge O-Kuni had to offer. It was a seal, of sorts, meant to bind the Syn to the host body. That way, when Iden reared back, and plunged his fangs into Envy's throat, to leech from him all the vitae he could, he would not risk infecting himself with what he was trying so hard to exterminate.