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"By Frigg's love, please."

These small, frail words escaped Corbin's lips as he came down on Az, diverting every last fibre of his physical being into the muscles of his arms, and thrusting the sword down.

Lightning filled the arena, clouds outside around the actual collusium forming and bolts daring to actually strike the outter lip, sending surges of the electricity around the outside frame of the architecture.

As the blinding light filled the arena, and the dimensional barrier around both fighters started to splinter, Corbin's body vanished, bathed in the lights along with Az, and the earth shaking explosion after the massive all encompusing bolt of lightning took hold of the setting.

Moments later, just as Az had appeared from the cloud of smoke and debree above the now astonishingly large crater, so did Corbin, his manafestations however didn't.

Having been lobbed into the air in a eighty or so degree arc, he soared smoothly, his form returned to normal, his entire bod scored with the electric burns from his own attack.

As he began to fall t'ward the ground, his eyes lay barely open, the emerald pigmentation in them duller then it'd ever been after a fight. Falling now with his head under him, facing out, he could barely make out the dimensional barrier starting to fall apart starting at the top, and then Roan's fist shattering the section between her, and her childe.

Grinning, in an almost completely human way, his eyes then completely closed.

.:"He'll live...":.

Corbin then hit the ground, landing on the back of his head and neck, before his shoulders crashed into the scorched, viciously torn edges of the crater. Suddenly a small, almost insignificant portion of the diety armor turned to dust, before the entire suit vanished, and a momentary spurt of blood shot out from his chest like a fountain.

Corbin's body then slid and rolled down theside of the crater, before getting to the lower quater of the bowel, and the friction of his body on hot sand, met wih a smooth glassy surface. The force of both attacks, and the heat generated had turned the bottom of the crater from sand, into a thin layer of glass.

Once his body came to a still state at the bottom of the bowel, Ansuz loosely held in his right hand, the five weapons used by the manafestations of Lineage in the attack, fell from the sky, landing in formation around him, blades embedded in the glass, hilts in the air around Corbin.

*She growled as Gaara spoke, but that didnt stop her racing through the now opened gap, her form splitting into two so smoothly it was impossible to tell which one of her was the real one, which was the clone. Irrespective of the crater and electric still snaking over the place, the two Roan's each sped towards one of her childer, each stooping to gently cradle the form of each of them*

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*Reaching Az, Roan gently slid an arm under his neck and lifted his upper body from the floor, her eyes flicking over him, checking for any potentially life threatening wounds. Finding Az more charred than bleeding, she relaxed a little and slid her other arm under his legs and stood, lifting him completely. Her lips were close to is ear as she straightened and she spoke so only he would hear*

You did good Az... no more vanishing to Japan to harbour this hate of yours, ok? Lets get you somewhere where you can feed. You may not believe this, but I dont like seeing you hurt.

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*Skidding through the ring of weapons and to a halt at Corbins side, Roan swiftly dropped to her knees and felt along the back of his neck, looking for a break. A booted foot kicked Ansuz from his hand and she winced as electric feedback ricocheted between Corbin and herself. After amoment, it calmed and an ethereal hand touched her shoulder. Not turning to face the looming and transparent manifestation of Take, Roan contiued working her fingers along Corbins neck until she was satified he hadnt broken it. Then, as she had with Az, she lifted her fallen childe and held him close*

I told you he wasnt weak. You did well Corbin. And you planned well. Thank you for honouring my wishes...
Lets get you safe and fed.

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*Both Roan's turned and began walking back across the grounds, each holding one of the two warriors as if they were babes in her arms. Take followed behind, his large, brooding form still see through but menacing enough for that anyway. As both Roan passed through the gate in the area under the stands, he paused and looked up at Gaara/ A slow, malicious smile spread across his lips, before he then began to fade away, the residual power from the link borne attack fading now.
Under the stands, Roan carried on walking until she saw what looked like some kind of locker room. Opening the door witha foot, both versions of her passed inside and found a room with four sterile beds. Obviously some kind of medical station. Laying Corbin and Az on two of the beds, her true self remained at their sides, watching, while her clone self passed back through the small door and into the stadium, intent on finding food in the from of healthy spectators.
Humming a soft tune to herself, Roan didnt fail to notice that Syn's veins had followed them here, but as yet still touched no one, a small conspicuous cirlce surrounding the beds and her own feet. She could only hope he'd keep his nose out until they were all feeling healthier again*

Just wait till the next stages start. Now do me a favour and be very quiet. All three of us are tired, even if I am still awake.

*She opened one eye to look at Shin, tyhen turned her head back, senses once again engaging with the two unconscious men, waiting for signs of life*

.:"Dont you dare touch the boy, Shinigami I'm more then capable. And dont either of you even go near the wound on his chest. The brat made it clear before going under that he wanted that wound to scar.":.

.:"Uh-ohhh. Get the teddy and the lollies big red hehe":.

As the pair of entities within Corbin spoke two both Roan and Dagoth, Corbin's physical features gradually began to grow more and more youthfull.

.:"The runt isn't a VCR clock that I can simply set back, Cainite. I can slow down the process some, but I'll need that blood right about now.":.

Magra then began concentraing the blood flow, and flooding it into Corbin's brain, trying to keep the elder form fed ans stable for as long as he could, on the little vitae Corbin had left, after using so many disciplines.

As Lye walked into the room, Magra's hold on Corbin momentarily tightened, and he lost another year or so off of Corbin's appearance.

.:So...thats the one that sired Roan.:.

As 'Leon went on to converse with Roan, Corbin's headwings gradually began to droop, turning about as flacid as tissue paper. However as Leon's arm snaked over Roan's shoulder, the ever shrinking, yet still just as damaged right hand, still covered in markings began to ball up. Weakly, granted, yet it was a sign that Corbin was still concious on some level. Apparently, he didn't at all approve.

*Watching Roan minister to the wounded, Syn smirked and moved back to sit in a seat next to Dagoth, casually putting his hands behind his head and leaning back onto two legs of the chair. His eyes took in every movement any of them made, and also the unusual auras that surrounded all of them. The veins he had used earlier to watch, in planning for teh possibility fo one of the kids staying conscious through the fight, now re-appeared, curling over the chair he sat on until the plastic and metal groaned as if alive. Seemingly unheeding of it, Syn's eyes primarily rested on Corbin, fascinated at the changes he was observing, as well as the kids blood heritage. He had never expected to see any of Hellbanes line in his time on earth, but things around this branch of teh blood always did seemt o be more exciting than anywhere else.
His head also turned regularly to observe Azrael, noting the changes in him since he had last seen him. Suprisingly, teh peaceful expression of exhaustion suited him, and Syn idly thought over how human he still looked. Apparently his hate for his family was doing him some good.*

*Allowing his eyes to drift up from Azrael's face to Dagoths, Syn grinned*

Dont try to judge me, shinigami. Your kind cant even begin to understand who or what I am. Just suffice it to say any Syndicate would not have cause to fear your breed for too long.