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The spike slowly melts back down into the armor, the blades across his suit bristling and melding back in while others emerge. It would seem as though the suit had a mind of its own or was perhaps even alive, though in truth it was not. Utilizing this brief pause a small hole opens near the neck of his suit, blood flowing out to stain the surface. Two more gunshots fill the air, each shell matching the properties of the two that were already in pusuit of Deity. Following quickly behind these two came four more, merely extremely high velocity projectiles without any form of guidance, aimed at the general area of Deity's body. Tacitus did not expect these to find their mark, but his goal was to keep the man occupied, not blow his nuts off.

The four bullets tracking Deity down would be slowed by the blast, but would not halt in their pursuit of the man. The four high speed projectiles are deflected away from Deity harmlessly, off to places unknown. While this might be a prime opportunity to assault Deity, Tacitus finds it more prudent to get the hell away from where the water will be violently returning. Once the blast passes his immobile form he can be seen leaping into the skies, lightning sporadically sparking from his suit as a rain of dust is left in his wake. Almost as an afterthough a loud click fills the air and his right hand firearm emits a bright orange light that expand in a pulse. This was a simple tracer, illuminating the temporal signatures of those in the area for not only the opponent, but any that might be watching.

While Tacitus is preoccupied reaching an even higher elevation than his opponent feels is safe, the shells are left open for attack. Each of the four dissolve into a maelstrom of death...and exit the opposint side. Instead of four tank shells Deity now seems to have a few dozen shards only visible from one side. Looking at each individual shard from what used to be its side facing the center of the shell would reveal absolutely nothing, as if the shells did not exist. While it was true that the shells continued their pursuit, they seemed to have been slowed back down to sub-sonic speeds.

Each of the four clouds make contact with the shield and slow down to a near stop, several shards within the cloud dissolving away in a cloud of dust. Approximately half of the original mass remains, sliding through the shield no faster than a normal man could walk. Tacitus didn't seem to notice the clouds behind partially disabled, his focus on the blades that sought to beat the jesus out of him and slash him to ribbons. The two massive firearms clamped to the side of his legs as his arms crossed and slid to the grips of his two maces. When the first blade neared the air would shudder and a shockwave would pulse out from the Overseer. The first two blades were knocked aside in an explosion of kinetic force and a blinding electrical surge. A flurry of metal at incredibly speeds would leave the area around Tacitus completely devoid of air and the blade all cast away, most likely destroyed. If they were destroyed and he had a moment to pause the air would rush back in and creative a massive thunderclap that would be heard for many miles.

As they return the world once again is thrown into chaos, Tac's form visibly blurring as his limbs move in furious assault. The old addage that a good defense is a good offense -or was it the other way around?- rings true as he slams his maces into the blades repeatedly, even smashing one between the two monstrosities. Each strike seems more powerful than the last, streams of dust trailing behind the maces as the strikes grow in power. The brilliant glow that limned each of the two firearms along their joints and seams has faded. The two maces slowly gaining a sort of divine immolation that matches the hues faded from the cannons. As for the shards of the shells, specifically the one Deity decided to touch, there was no explosion. An odd sensation would dance through his hand, the gauntlet passing through it and slowing it down even further. In a normal person the flesh near the shard would begin turning to dust, aged horribly by the sands of time. There was more to it than simply the fact that the flesh would age rapidly, but as Deity didn't intent -hopefully, anyway- to take a swim in the shards or tickle his brain with one, it was irrelevant.

The wavering luminescence around the two maces seems to fade slightly as he twirls them and shifts to a ready stance once the blades are dealt with. Each mace is held in front of him, imitating the hands of a clock with the left at eight and the right at five. When Deity adjusts his glasses the old man smirks within his armor, his voice dancing through the air, "How rude." With streams of dust falling away from his body and weapons he dashes at Deity with significant speed. Pulses of light extended from his footfalls on a carpet of orange leading to Deity, fading quickly behind the Overseer as his left hand shifted back, hand rotating to allow the mace to trail behind him. If Deity remained in his position long enough for Tacitus to approach and make his attack with the left swinging up towards Deity's ribs.

The trail of dust begins to quickly thin out as Tacitus begins to react to the counter attack, a surge of electricity following his movements. The right hand mace, wreathed in a furious emerald glow, swings across at a vertical angle to stand as a brick wall upon which Seinorei may smash its metaphorical head. The left-hand mace, caught up in an orange conflagration, shifts to swing back up for the same attack once more. Though, oddly, Deity would find the energy blade caught in a knick carved out in the right-hand mace, even preventing dispelling the blade or retracting it somehow. It seemed the emerald glow was latching onto the 'blade' with the intent of keeping it stuck like glue.