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Akira would find his push against the balls of s**t thrown at him failing completely. It seemed that these balls of s**t were imbued with the antimagic effect, whether by contact with the s**t or by Schitt's influence. The stream of shitballs would continue, each one growing slightly larger and thrown with more force than the last. One would hope Akira wouldn't get hit by one, else he not only get a whiff of that s**t, but get a semipermanent antimagic field stuck to him.

Jack began to run through the layers of s**t that covered the ground, his own body leaking small amounts of the substance as he moved. Yes, he was shitting himself in the middle of a fight, but this ego booster would be deflated for his opponent because its wasn't an after effect of him, but rather preparation to kill. This particular batch smelled more than the rest and seemed to almost be some sort of superhuman supershit. Not even Superman's feces could compare. While he was moving after Akira, he was also clearing away some portions of the s**t, leaving a blank area in which this new patch was left untouched by the rest. And, of course, this was helped by him scooping up s**t off the ground and throwing it at Akira, still in increasing sizes.

Despite the shift in direction made by Akira, Jack kept moving and gathering up s**t. Some of the s**t he was picking up wasn't thrown at Akira, but the sake of the audience we'll keep where its going between the two combatants. Only a single orb was thrown Akira's way this time, twice as big as the previous, still with increased force compared to the one prior. Between his various senses and sight the glows did not seem to hinder his ability to find Akira nearly as much as the man expected. Soon he would be able to pinpoint the man almost without error, just so long as he didn't find a way to avoid the smell coming up entirely.

By now Jack had passed the distance of abour three fourths the way around the arena. Another orb of doubled size would be gathered and thrown across the ever increasing distance between them. This one, however, would break up in the air due to wind resistance, only aided by any deflection produced by the glows, to create a shotgun style effect.

((Fine.))

Jack began increasing his speed, scooping up and alternately disposing of and balling up his s**t to a ball of even greaterproportions than the previous. The dark energies coursing through the s**t began to flare, pushing against the bonds of the antimagic that it was creating to a sort of breaking point.

The efforts to manipulate the ground would be in vain as the erupting energies pulsed into the newer untainted s**t. This s**t had purposefully been kept seperate from the rest of the s**t and thus was not altered by the antimagic qualities therein. The ground below it would begin to disintigrate as a force of extreme potence began to flow through it, increasing its unnatural qualities tenfold and beyond. The stench that rose up from it was enough to kill a mortal man with a mere whiff. As the ground around it disintigrated it was quite clear that it was being suspended in air, Jack standing upon what now seemed to be a solid ring of s**t that went around the entire arena. At the center the normal s**t would begin falling away as the earth was displaced and a stench even more powerful rose up in a plume of nearly clear flame, the only visible color being...brown? Gazing down into the hole created would reveal a vast nothingness with nearly no illumination due to the flames.

Hell was coming to this world.