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As Malkis roared with his conquest, the crowed cheered, or bellowed with him, and the pair of Roan, and Ice watched with disbelief, something twinged in the back of Roan's mind. Something cold, merciless, undead...Sinister.

In the back of Roan's mind, a whisper could be heard.

.:"Necromancy, Path of Pandemonium, fifth ring. Tempus Fugit. Vicissitude, TENTH ring. REFORM body!":.

Then, as Malkis roared, spurring the crowed on, assured of his victory, and for good reason, a well decayed arm shot up from the burning pile of mangled flesh, bones and ashes, followed by a torso, and the headless body was in the blink of an eye standing, clutching the hilt of Ansuz. A rancid, still just beginning to reform body, flames raging about it ripped the massive blade from the floor, as the head on the other side of the pit turned to ash, blowing about in the wind.

The bondfire of a headless grotesque corpse then as it ripped the sword from the ground, turned it into a drawing slash. What would follow, was a combination attack with the sword fueled by Tempus Fugit, distorting time to turn it all into what appeared to be one swift motion. First a slash from tail, up to the back of the Lycan's skull, then a second slash diagonally down from left shoulder to right a** cheek, which would spin the Lycan's body on the spot with the momentum. Third, and finally, the blade would cut horizontally to slice his legs off from the upper thigh down. Corbin would then, as the ash rapidly swirld about the neck, reforming his head, bring the scissor like end of the blade down on Malkis' neck, pinning him to the ground with his neck cut deeply on either side, and the convex of the scissor blades pressing against his adam's apple, threatening to complete the decapitation.

Corbin had died, though not. Just before he was hit with Malki's last attack, he had invoked the two disciplines Roan had heard in the back of her head, and thus, was brought back by reform the body, at an accelerated rate thanks to Tempus Fugit.

As Corbin's body was completely reformed, along with hisclothing, all of his wounds healed, including his tail, the gold tipped end pressing against Malkis chest over his heart, the Diablerist grinned madly, his eye glowing blindingly as he roared.

"I am undead, and thus, undieing!"

Corbin's grin turned from a sadistic ear to ear sharks maw, to a more subtle, gentle smile, truely cruel in its soft, caring appearance, as he leaned in slightly, pressing slightly more the blade against Malkis' throat.

"I am...DeSeer."

Corbin's hand on the hilt then grew heavy, and the blade, before Malkis could respond, hit the floor under his neck, this time the Lycan's head rolling across the floor, as the tail pushed clear through the chest, and heart.

The lycan was dead, and Corbin stood tall, as his tail scooped up the head, everything but the bone melting away like water to slide down the ivory surfaces, and he took hold of the clean skull, hand inside with his fingers looping out the eye sockets, as he held it high.

Turning, and raising his line of sight to Roan, he cocked a brow. What was she getting at? They both knew, that Corbin couldn't defeat her. Even before Roan became a Syn, he wouldn't be able to defeat her. He hadn't much of an option however.

He then realized the issue. They weren't going to let him go. Not without a fight. Thus, Roan brought this challenge up. If she won, then they could both go free. Was she providing a way for them both, to get out of this? And at the same time, drive hiome the issue with pride, by giving him the option, of giving up his newly aquiered title, as champion?

Regardless, with eyes on the pair of DeSeers, Corbin lowered the skull, tucking it under his arm, and handed Ice the belt back.

"Please, hold onto this for now, sir. I've yet to earn it."

Narrowing his eye at Roan, Corbin spoke with the stern expression he had faced all his opponents, save for Malkis with.

"I accept, Veangence."

As he was lead outside, followed by the spectators, pointed at, private bets being made, and things being said, that quite frankly, damaged Corbin were said, the diablerist thought long and hard. He was being brought up against Roan, and Ice was quite clearly forcing him into a corner. He would remain in this pit for centuries, ending life after life, or, going on outside..Without Roan, with the burning feeling that he, was not just another that had betrayed her..But the last.

When the time came, and he was released, Corbin watched as Roan ascended, drawing her sword, and Ice's words echoed endlessly in the back ofhis mind...'Kill the Syn Veneance'...

As Roan stood before him, readied, he looked back to Ice, then back to Roan once more, his mind racing, the pressure on him crushing as he shut his eye and brought his hands up to clutch his head, facing the ground. He wanted to regress..He wanted to break down. He was at his limit.

Just when it came to fight or flight though, Corbin gave an anguished cry, suggesting he was to run...His right hand however, lashed out to his side, and Ansuz passed from the pit, to his hand, the blade turning straight to the limit breaker mode thunderstorm. Thunder rattled from around him, and electricity cracked wildly, as he raised his head, glaring at Roan, teeth gnashing as his tail gave off a radiant saphire glow, and a lively bundle of sparks and volts writhed as the head of his tail, strands of his hair turning saphire to mingle with the silver, and both his wings appeared, the right hellion, the left of a similiar shape, though constructed of electricity.

"Vengeance!"

Corbin then invoked his hide of steel, giving the electrical power a new surface to THRIVE upon.

"Come for your belt!"

"Your mine!"

Corbin's hand flipped the sword he held, and he suddenly extended a shockwave that ripped brick/tile work from the floor around him and shettered it, as the third jewel began to glow, though dimly, set in Ansuz blade.

As Corbin made a strong potence and celerity inhanced slash of the sword, diagonally across his body, the steel of the blade errupted with deep violet energy, and the length of the sword extended dramaticly, as the wild untamed violet energy, the essence of Corbin, if you will, with a hilt whipped across at Roan.

As he struggled to dominate in the contest between swords, their collective electrical charges flaring out in all directions, Corbin snarled at the shards of ice.

"Shut it, Vengeance!"

With that, Corbin exhailed a piller of liquid flames, both incinerating the ice, and still pushing on threatening to devour Roan.

Snarling, Corbin let Roan win out in the blade contest and rolled with the momentum under her attacks. Rolling across the ground he then Exploded into a fine mist that quickly spread, covering the entire area. Molecules of moisture and air surrounded Roan, her body swimming in the thickest of the mist as Corbin's voice echoed out.

"Then i'll stick with what I know best."

He then invoked disintergration once more. His entire body radiated with the molecule destroying power, and for now, his body was mist, and he spanned the entire battle field, disintegrating the whole outdoor arena.