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"Azriel's right, so let's get him out of our faces! Mana is delicious!" Eduardo, also being of Elven descent (though it wasn't always obvious, in his case), shared the mana sense to some degree. Of course, it was somewhat warped at the time for many reasons, but it still worked.
The answers to the burning questions of how mana could possibly be delicious to a half-elf dragon-man person and where it ranked compared to pork products were, respectively, never to be known and rather obvious. He wasn't going to explain himself at the time.
"That's why we have claws, guys," he said, ignoring the fact that he was one of the few present that had them. "So let's bring in a power hitter with a Quick Shift!" He did so, charging at the doppelgänger. True to his word, he was bringing in a power hitter; He transformed into the form of the Were Dragon in the middle of his charge. By this point, he had transitioned to running with all four of his limbs, and was performing a sort of impromptu headbutt. Since he wasn't planning ahead very far, this sudden charge would be unlikely to be effective in combination with Lloyd's (far more accurate, it would seem) attack, which would push the enemy away- The backward motion would reduce the impact of Ed's strike. Still, that was what came of recklessly charging into battle.
The dashing dragon didn't seem to care about the consequences, damning them with a crazed roar of agreement with Sirea's plan... Despite the fact that he had jumped the proverbial gun. "WONSSSSSE!*".



((I'm feeling wordy at the moment, sorry. Wow, what a reversal!))
*"(At) Once!"

"Should have kept my bloody mouth shut." muttered Sol as he flew up towards a tree branch before pulling out his bow and an arrow. If what the man said true then he would have to watch not only his arrow supply but also what techniques he used, he took aim and shot his arrow, hopefully with the first round of attacks that was going on would show a weakness of some sort on the new enemy, but Sol wasn't holding his breath.

Ilene upon seeing Rhone fall stood in shock, that is until Lloyd blocked the hit. At this point she was seeing red, and snapped, "You b*****d! Your gonna pay!" She pulled out her weapon, "Demon Fang!" She launched a shock wave skidding across the ground towards the enemy.

Azriel sighed a little glumly at Rhone's resignation from the fight, a touch bothered at how he deemed himself useless. Then, turning her attention back to the stranger fighting the party, there was something about his current move that kind of reminded her about last night's fight with the mysterious Yokai and it made her put on a dry expression. Her eyes flickering to black with yellow irises for a few seconds, she muttered darkly, "Not this s**t again," before taking to the air.

"What th—augh!" Lloyd was caught off-guard by the foe's maneuver and was met with Kai's Piercing Shot. Fortunately, it was a hit he could take without without slowing down. Becoming an Angel increased his pain tolerance by a fair amount. After mentally shaking it off, he made a swing with one of his blades in an attempt to slice off the arm that was wrapped around him.

Azriel touched ground behind the figure, taking a moment to prepare a technique. Yes, it was going to consume more of her personal mana reserves, but she wanted to determine how well this attack would play out. Straightening up into a stiff posture, she stretched her wings out to the sides. Then, she held her sword so that it was pointing straight up skyward with the hilt close to her heart. A silvery magic circle appeared beneath her, and after making one full turn, it disappeared. Azriel's body began to take on a dual-colored aura visible to all, the half with the black wing being a deep midnight blue and the half with the white wing being a very pale shade of sky blue. This signified that she was now reserving the technique to release it when she felt the time was right.

Now she lunged and started to glide toward the foe with her sword prepared to make a slash at his back when she was close enough.

Roaring with annoyance at the attacks and flailing his legs around to recover from his headbutt, Eduardo-dragon also took hits from the projectiles. The Pow Hammer that had struck Rin even bounced off and whacked his own as well, and the wave from the dissipating Demon Fang reached him.
Normally, escaping a humanoid's grab would be simple for one in the form of a dragon. However, he was cramped up against the others, and that made things difficult. Certainly, it hurt being hit by attacks, but he absolutely hated being restrained. This made him uncharacteristically angry at the doppelgänger. "Butt mart!" He growled loudly in agreement with Rin, showing off his teeth.
Barely gathering the necessary focus, he shifted back to his usual form, the decrease in size giving himself (and probably the other two) an edge in the struggle for escape. He attempted to slip under the arms, then retaliate by kicking at his grappler from below.
Normally he would be commenting on how "cool" Azriel's technique was, but was once again feeling a bit crazed, and was intent on getting back at the double. "Agh! No ropes! No chains! No arms!"

Lloyd attempted to offer his wife some reassuring words, though he didn't look at her to keep his guard up during this fight. "Don't worry, Colette, I'm fi—Whoa!" He ended up exclaiming in surprise as his body became engulfed in blue fire. A simple pat-down wouldn't do; he proceeded to sheathe his swords for a moment and roll on the ground to put them out.

When Azriel saw the foe being flung her way, she decided this was the best opportunity. "Now! Chiaroscuro Triplestrike!" she cried out. What followed happened very quickly. The dual-colored aura then lifted from her body, splitting and becoming silhouette-like masses of light and dark energy at Azriel's sides. The light half took the shape of Chiaro with blazing red eyes, while the dark half took the form of Oscuro with glowing yellow eyes. The two then flew sideways arcs that mirrored each other toward the enemy, the former shaping more light energy into an axe in her hands, the latter molding more dark energy into a scythe. The two attempted to close in on the figure at the same time, Oscuro executing a horizontal slash and Chiaro making a downward vertical chop. The final move of this technique involved Azriel catching up with a straightforward thrust that aimed to pierce clean through.

She did think beforehand that the sight of those forms might raise questions, but in the end concluded that she could use the alibi that they came out that way for aesthetic purposes.

((Hmm...I was going to make Lloyd go up to Rhone to ask him what he needs for a boost, but I figured I should let someone else have a shot. :3 Besides, I'm not sure how to make it flow right from what he's doing. XD;; ))

While he normally would have thought of it, it didn't occur to Eduardo that the doppelgänger would probably also require mana for his techniques. However, his relentless advance would serve in place of any tactics that he would have used.
Disregarding the minor singing from the blue flames (the others had taken the brunt of it, it seemed), he hastily stomped over to Rin. "Sure! Butt mart!" He repeated as he grabbed at the rolling Rin's legs. "Astro Fall!"
Forgoing the usual pummeling that accompanied this technique, he would whip his arms around in an attempt to fling Rin at the doppelgänger. He hoped that the double's posterior would soon be on display at a metaphorical posterior shop. Literal would work as well, if he could find one.
It was then that he realized that Rin wasn't the one that needed the throwing. The realization of his mistake brought a bit of clarity back to his mind, enough for a bit of planning to creep in. He extended a hand in Rhone's direction. "Rhone! Hang ten and stuff!"


((Crisis averted. Have a thing.))

Ilene's eye's widened as her attack missed it's intended target and hit Rin, she gritted her teeth upon seeing Rin take the hit, returning her attention "That's it! Fiend Fusion!" Light enveloped Ilene before bursting outward. With her additional speed boost, Ilene ran in headlong towards the 'doppelganger', "Lets see you regenerate internally as well! Sword Rain Alpha!" Ilene stopped and started rapidly thrusting her blade forward, hopping to pierce something important, or at least see how far he could regenerate.

Sol didn't take a second shot, he decided to just watch, trying to find something, if anything, but so far this guy didn't seem to have a weakness to an element, the fact that the firs volley of attacks had a higher concentration of friendly fire then he anticipated. Sol knew that this wasn't a well oiled group to begin with, but this was painful to watch to see one man, trounce their group. "Note to self: suggest group training... That is if we survive... May the gods watch over us all." he muttered under his breath before putting his bow away and dropping down to the ground. A green magic circle appeared under his feet as he began charging a spell.

"Yeaghhh!" Shifting back to dragon form again for more power, he flung the correct person- Rhone- at the doppelgänger, with a roar that sounded like "Asphalt!", but was more likely just a repetition of his previous technique.
He then flew above the battlefield with a noisy flap of his wings. He would descend at his target soon, assuming he had the chance.