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Focht landed a few feet away, sliding up on his right sholder before coming to rest on his back. The cuts on his neck from D's nails started to bleed. All of the wounds on his body continued to bleed as if they had just happened instead of slowing like they should have. At this rate Focht would soon begin to show signs of bleeding to death. Focht's eyes were glazed and empty; blood started to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

*For anyone who could see in this heavy darkness, it would seem that there were thousands of Jasons zooming around... Of course said person would likely also know that they were all fakes, shadows one might say. It is unsure where the real one was but the ice spear D had sent out seem to have a slight bit of new blood on it.*

*Rel turned to Aria because his sight didn't rely upon light. Although it was still difficult to make the two out because of the magic permiating the area. It wasn't hard to tell where most everyone else was*

Yes... I can repair damage done... Why?

*Somewhere in the middle of the storm of Jasons, the real one, with a slight cut on his side, slowly loads his guns, one bullet at the time, using more his touch then his eyes. He keeps both of them on Dreaken, waiting for an open shot.*

*He kept both his guns up, and waited for D to attack, or his guts to say shoot. The cut on his left side of course reminded him that he shouldn't raises that gun all the way up.*

*As he felt Draeken rush pass him, he stood but for a moment in shock. Seeing the ice spears snapped him out of it as he quickly turned to face his target and let the ice spears come at him. Most of them would likely hit his sword which lays under his trench, however that wouldn't stop all of them, never mind the parts that shatter into little ice razors. Jason's gut drop, meaning to him, that he should fire. Thus he shot at D's arms and legs with all twelve bullets, six from each magnum, not wanting to kill him even though the feeling wasn't shared by D.*

Aria stood there and watched. She once again didnt enter the fight. She walked over to Focht and kneeled, trying her hardest not to just grab him and drain him dry. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Holding her hands over His body, she forced herself with every fiber of her being to focus her powers, manipulate them into healing energy, she had never done it before so it was alot harder then someone who healed regularly. Her breathing was slightly shallow. Her hands glowed a soft greenish blue as the energy was poured into him. It wasnt much, just enough to stop his bleeding and partially heal his woulds, she needed everything she had to take on her hybrid-father. "Rest well Focht" she said quietly before standing up and turning back to the fight, just listening.