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With a failed first assault with the elemental wind blades, the Corbin in the air maintained a blank expression, this being the primary earmark of it being one of the puppets created through the summoning ability both Corbin and Dillani controlled.

It however had near equal Corbin's capacity to fight, and drive, showing the tip of this iceberg by hastily latching onto the lengthy hilt of it's Ansuz replica, it then mimiced Roan's move and concentrated primarily on potence. Bringing the sword down in a well calculated diagonal slash, it met with Ferago and instantly the second jewel of the massive battle blade was activated.

Meanwhile, back in the stands Corbin's eyes widened and he finally crushed the seat infront of him between his fingers.

.:That b***h is going to show all of my most powerful techniques at this rate!:.

Snarling loudly, ruby red snapped and crackled around him as he thought of how much Azrael would be appreciating Dillani's assistance.

Once the second jewel activated, portionsof the massive orb above flashed like a thunder head with various different colours, and the calm cloudy sky effect of the Ansuz blade became violent and stormy. Armor then quickly formed around the faux Corbin, as it struggled to keep Roan in a stalemate with the blade for as long as possible.

Meanwhile as all this took place, Dillani cursed enough to make a sailor's ears ring, before going into an acrobatic array of back flips so as to avoid the shadows Roan had summoned. Dillani ten propelled herself into the air, and gripped her left fore arm tightly with her right hand.

She wasn't going to under estimate Roan any more, and with this sentiment, the Bane markings on her left arm began moving to frm the seals on the palm of her hand. With the hasty completion of the first seal, the kissaki of a broad sword began to cut out from thepalm ofher hand.

Groaning slightly in pain, mostly trough strain however, se finally produced a replica of 'devil's saviour'. Holding this newly summoned sword in her right hand, she then hurled it through the air t'ward the Corbin that currently held Roan at bay, before starting on thenext seal.

At the same time, the Corbin on the ground still ascended to the intermediate stage, and with raven eyes glared skyward at the pairing of the other Corbin and Roan, whilst nearing completion of the collective energy. Vitae began to leek out from the red cross birthmark on it's right bicep, and the ground around it started to fissure and levitate into the air, defiant of gravity as it's mana levels dramaticly spiked.

.:"Ok I wasn't aware she could form the seals that way. New plan leech, obliterate BOTH clones before she can arm them both with all five blades, if even one of them becomes completely armed, you'll never be able to over power them physically, Corbin is far more powerful when it comes to brute strength, use your speed, that, you still have a slight advantage wih, even with two of them. This one (the Corbin in the sky) is relying on the sword, be dont use Take against him, his current state thrives on it almost as much as you do naturally. They seem to have a pre-formated position, th one below is going to use either demi-apocalypse, or dark armageddon, either stop him this very instant, or get out of th way.":.

Being a replication, the clone could never stand up to comparison with the real Corbin, however the true reason it would have been unable to avoid Roan's sly assault, was that it was indirectly takin orders from Dillani. The process was sub-concious, however it dulled the clone's ability to react with the real Corbin's agility and acrobatic style. Thus, the clone was cut in half before the summoned sword hurled by Dilani could reach it.

Like water the clone exploded, and the oily substance flew up to join the mass in the air currently blocking out the sun.

Meanwhile, summoning a second sword, Dillani instead made it the antique gunblade, rather then peace breaker, and hurled it down t'ward the last remaining Corbin clone. As both the previously summoned sword, and the gunblade stabbed into the ground, the first further from the clone since it was intended for the now deceased clone, the remainder finally pulled both hands apart at it's sides.

With an orb of hellion energy floating before him, 'Corbin' then thrust his right hand skyward, and in result, a large crimson cros errupted from the ground, and soared at break neck speed to stop behind Roan. This cross would then generate a gravitational field with equal force to th gravity on venus. Regardless of whether Roan was pinned to the cross or not as intended, 'Corbin' then plunged his right hand into the orb of hellion energy, and drew his hand back, as a pitch black semi-circulare barrier formed behind the cross.

At this time blood flooded from the birth mark on his right arm, and the clone threw his right palm forward, letting the outragous amount of condensed energy flare freely in a wild beam like state. Like an aimed waterfall, the beam shot t'ward Roan.

If she had been pinned to the cross, the semi-circulare barrior would completely spherize around her once the beam had entered, so as to contain the monstrous explosion, hightening the dramatic damage it would surely cause. If Roan had however managed to evade the cross, the beam would simply be aimed to wash over her without the barrior effect.

Immediatly after fireing the beam, 'Corbin' would then take up the gunblade, an whilst injecting the chamber with holy energy, rush t'ward the other sword some distance away.

Having not met with any variants, 'Corbin' achieved his goal of getting both swords, and now stood ready to recieve a third which Dillani swiftly hurled his way after it was summoned.

Above, the ecliptic orb gave off an envious emerald glow that basked the city in it's light, and 'Corbin's' eyes gave off the same vibrancy, before vanishing, having also activated celerity.

Meeting the fourth blade, 'Reaver the thorn' hal way, 'Corbin turned to face the burnt and sizzling Roan that hung in the air above him at some consderable distance.

Without an expression, the clone began distorting its skeletal construct, so as to accomidate for the four blades. With DS coiled in the end of his tail, and Reaver clutched in a now much more hand like foot, after h had kicked off both boots, he took an odd stance in mid-air, showing astonishing flexibility, especially in th way he held the sword in his foot offensively.

Meanwhile, Dillani used the rooftop of a nearby building to leap once more higher, and delved into the depths of the orbiting sphere above, as if divin into a pool.

As Roan powered up, the real Corbin back in the stands finally sat back in his seat. This would be over quickly now. He had little concern now, however the orb above that Dillani had dived into still confused him. Why create such a massive object, and not use it.

Meanwhile back in the city, the mock Corbin Gave a swift retaliation. First it activated Potence, and also the fallen crown which suddenly appeared over his head, granting him almost the equivilance of useing the potence discipline twice at once.

Swiftly the clone exhibited the sly skillful nature of fighing that Corbin used, and he used each blade to its absolute usefullness. First, he feigned a blow with the left handed sword, the gunblade, however this was merely to provoke Roan into showing how she would strike/defend.

Immediately after Roan gave away her intentions for the blade, Ansuz struck out, catching the daemon blade between the scissor fashioned kissaki/tip. This was immediately followed up by first the left hand held sword, useing the hook in it to hold the blade, pulling it to th left, while the righ foot held blade hooked and tugged on the right.

Coiled rather flexibly and skillfully around Roan's sword now, 'Corbin's tail leered up over his head like te stinger of a scorpion. As holy aligned energy puled through the gunblade, radiating off of the cutting edge, and from the bullet chamber, the sword, DS held in his tail also began to radiate holy energy in strong waves.

This however was intended to merely delay the Cainite, as he locked eyes with her. 'Corbin' then activated one of the relatively new disciplines he had gained through diablorie, Chimerstry.

Now, Corbin was the sort that excelled in his illusionary powers, and anything that had to do with the warping of either the mind, or reality, this being why his eyes were the way they were. As he activated this discipline, the rings in his eyes began to warp, changing thickness and size in general randomly, giving off a hypnotic effect.

This was going to cost a lot, however he managed to meld two operations together. If Roan was effected, she would find herself transported to a fantasy world which was crafted by the clone, however due to its being a puppet, said world was simply a blank existance, absolutely nothing to be seen, not even a definition between ai and surface, up or down.

Now with the first part set, the second was the ability to create illusions that could cause harm, however it was merely harmful for as long as the victim thought it to be. With some help from the imagination of Dillani, the clone in reality struck at Roan with the tail held sword just as a scorpion would, aiming to pierce her chest, and heart. However in the dream world, there was an array of tails that came from all directions out of thin air, each one aiming for a different part of Roan, one being truthful to the impending attack in real life.

In order to escape this, Roan would first have to come to the concious realization that this WAS an illusion, also, that the multiple tails and swords were not real, just the one was, thus dispelling the harmful effects of the illusion swords. She would then have to exhurt an potentially exhausting degree of will power in order to escape the dream world.

This was a drastic move by the clone, concidering if this didn't even work to begin with fo some reason, it'd be left wide open.

Meanwhile in the stands, Corbin almost fell out of his seat. Dillani must have refined her ability to sample, and gotten a damn recen sample since the clone could use that discipline. Gawking in disbelief briefly, he began to worry.

.:s**t, Roan is going to KILL me...:.

Cringing in his seat, Corbin shut an eye tightly, cursing under his breath.

.:That b***h just HAD to show Roan, didn't she, for the love of Frigg, why me.:.

As thCorbin clone was torn to shreds, the massive orb above began to ripple, and the clone pieces quickly turned liquid, and seeped into the ground.

Above, a large amount of energy began collecting at a focal point where the ripples started from. The orb in the sky then began a rotation, moving so that the poin of origin for teripple aimed down at the ground. Finally, an array of much smaller, base ball sized orbs were born, and began wildly spinning around the ripple origin.
The much smaller orbs then stood deathly still, and each began to glow wth a different hue.

A replication of Corbin's right hand was then born from the origin of the ripples, and the palm pointed in Roan's direction, before th immense amount of energy collected was fired. Dillani had used Corbin's Ultima cannon.

*A cheeky grin cracked open Sophus' gaze. He let out a sly cackle which stopped Orions intrusion .*

Hehehe nice try kid but im better than that.

*Suddenly Orion let out a breathy gasp. As his eyes rolled down to notice Bards fists several inches into his stomach. Orion dropped to the floor panting and gasping for air while Bard walked away, cape flapping as he turned.

.: Yeah well unfortunetly for Corbin, much as I like teh kid, killing off his clones isnt too much of a hassle for me. Right lads, work time. Azazel, keep your hunge rin check for five minutes. Bastion, wake tehhell up I may need you, Void, dont let go of me whatever you do. If I DO screw this up, you're all thats going to be standing between me and a rather unpleasant suprise. :.

*Standing lightly on the floor, Roan snapped her wings closed behind her and flicked Ferago ina swift arc arond her body, forming a crude circle. Runic symbols started to inscribe themselves in the dirt as Roan completed her series of hand seals and closed her eyes. The world before her didnt disappear as she closed them however and flickered and warped bizarrely. Slowly, her sight shifted to something akin to astral sight, revealing the lay of teh land with regards to power and mana. She was hoping thats he would be able to spot teh eaxct location of Dillani's barrier power lines and use Bastion as a sort of crowbar to pry open an entrance way. If not, there was always plan B....*

.: Thats the ONE trouble with people using a skill you dont know about, isnt it? This is a bad idea. :.
.: Shut up. :.

.: Uh oh... :.
.: Oh for the love of... :.

*She didnt get any further as with a feeling akin to having been microwaved, Roan felt the attack hit. It would have been bad enough if it was just her corporeal shell that had been hit, but oh no. The little b***h had chosen to attack all of them. That was a LOT of entities, what with Legion loitering around at present.
Had she been pressed to describe the feeling, it may have gone something like this... 'Imagine you are a WW2 war vet. You are facing down a platoon of enemy tanks. And your stapled to tehr floor. The tread of teh first tank makes a beeline up your legs. Cruching them. Causing your broken shattered bones to conspire against you and start migrating with teh tank up your body towards your kneecaps. Which now invert themselves and join the rebel army. Which is now headed for your groin. GROIN. After satisfactorily puncturing, rending and ripping all thats important THERE, plus causing the skin to rupture and blood to spurt EVERYWHERE, the army is now on the move through the rest of your internal organs, slowly but surely forcing lungs and intestines out of your mouth and onto your chest, swiftly followed by your eyes bugging out onto your cheeks before you skull splits and it all goes black...'
But as no one asked her, instead she described the feeling of every single mind in her body suddenly kicking in its defences and protecting itself, irrespective of her physical form, by screaming. Loudly. VERY loudly.
Her skin seemed to ripple, electric lashing over her wildly though this time, the marks of the stinging energy harmed her instead of protecting her. For a moment, she felt paralysed, then dropped to her knees, cursing in several languages and steaming gently around the edges.
In herself, she felt awful. She could barely feel her limbs, her physical normal sight was shot and she could feel from the cotton like texture of her throat that her voice had taken an extended leave of absence.
She could feel the mantle covering her, Voids presence, quivering also and retracting from her form. Legion it would seem had suffered only mildly, Void and Azazel taking the brunt of the damage, Rayth had sacrificed every status in the book to protect Take, and Take himself was a smouldering mass of curses as he levelled his mental opion of Dillani at Roan specifically. After enduring it all for a moment, she spoke back in what could only be considered a very controlled manner all things considered*

.: You LOUSY bastards! Dont mind me will YOU! I have a PHYSICAL form remember and if I snuff it, you'll ALL be living in mental boxes for the dispossesed until SOMEONE is kind enough to take pity on the hordes of insane homeless demons and gives you a place to stay, DESPITE the fact I will be HAUNTING YOUR EVERY MOVEMENT! :.

*Feeling mildly better for voicing her opinion, Roan hunkered to the ground to assess her situation. Take was still active, and his electric impulses would do for her own motion until feeling crept back into her limbs. No problem. She could still see on the astral plane which also helped. No problem. Rayth was around somewhere, but the use of the Dragon and Wyrm lines was out of the question as he seemed to have been driven even more mad by the last attack then ever before. Of Magra, she could feel no sign but that could mean anything.*

.: Bastion? :.
.: Russian dolls. :.

*She blinked as the Legion general answered her question before she voiced it.*

.: What? :.
.: Russian dolls. Each doll sits inside the other. The first doll does not know the true universe until the doll encasing it is opened. And so on and on until this reality, which is in essence just the inside of another doll. :.
.: And? :.
.: Imagine the carnage if the doll in the center started to break through the others, discovering each new universe before rupturing into the next. Before finally arriving here. :.
.: Thats the kind of mess we PREVENT Bastion. :.
.: Wholes inside holes. This is not the final dimension, even for this universe. Your opponent works her tricks on this scale, and we can do similar. Legion is one, we are unharmed. :.
.: It sounds logical enough to me, though I dont know if I like the implications. What the ********. Do it. Just do it RIGHT. And put Azazel in the last whole. :.

*It was something she had last done only when fighting Narok, back all those years ago before he had changed, before Corbin... back when she had first crippled his arm. Back then, it had been in reaction to the holy blasts that had nearly taken her life. Now, it was in response to a build up of anger and annoyance from more than one mind, not many of them sane. Her body rippled once more, then broke slowly apart into the Legion demons, thousands of small forms erupting across the distance between Roan and Dillani, forming whorls in space as they did so. After the mass had passed however, Roans normal form remained on the floor, almost human looking, devoid of wings. She was alone now save for the ranting voice of Rayth in the back of her mind and her body felt too light without Ferago nearby. But as she watched with astral eyes, she could see the 'Russian Doll' building around Dillani, encasing the mess of energy that shrouded Dillani from plain sight, even on this plane. As the shape of the 'dolls' crashed into place, she could see the energy signatures of each being manifesting between layers, meaning anyone breaking through would have to run a guantlet of elemts and powers to break free. She could see Azazel's hungry teeth and blinded eyes in the last layer, and Take a layer below. And as she watched, she saw Bastion slowly pulling apart the key power lines sperating Dillani from the new construct surrounding her.
Standing up slowly, with no actual feel for the pressures in her body, Roan could still just about feel one thing. The pressure of a body almost overstretched with power flow. Though the powers being used had been freed into the environment, they were all still tethered to her, stretching out form their natural state through the effectively frail body of an undead woman who should have been ash centuries ago. Hurredly, she stopped thinking about it and turned her mind to other concerns. Like the astral projection of Rayth staring back at her from a temporal puddle*

.: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? :.
.: Bad command or file name. Please define keyword 'fair'. :.
.: Just, righteous, lawful, governing, even handed. :.
.: Thou, o Queen, are the fairest of them all. :.
.: DAMN right. MY dimension. MY rules. IM the wicked queen around here and no bloody Snow White in Corbin's clothing is going to take over MY system. :.
.: Bad command or file name. Please define keyword 'my, possessive noun' :.
.: Items and consciousness's co-operating with Roan DeSeer. The many as one. :.
.: Command excepted... running program 'a**-whipped'. My my Roany, what big teeth you have. :.

*For a moment, Rayth grinned, then both of them turned with eyes aligned only to the astral plane to watch the spectacle above*