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((Not my fault you said Back to Back >.> Thats what happened >.> You stand back to back with someone who has bigass wings coming out of their back and thats whatcha get.))

The one rushing in for a strike would meet the chain as Tor held it solid and forced himself away and unleash the spell contained within. The one charging in for the tackle would receive the purple strain, pure disintigration being the ultimate goal from point of the strike. The other six would dart out to attack the other 3 in a random pairing of 2 per. The ki blasts would meat a similar shield as Torment had started with, causing his wings to further lose a bit of flame and the glow to pass from the first diamond, though as soon as the barrage had passed it would begin charging again.

Torment's focus was still on the transmutation he was preparing, the casting time cut down first by his mastery, second by the Fist, and third by the influx of soulstuff. A fourth source of strength would be drawn out from the Phoenix Feather itself, using its mana generation abilities to fuel not another spell within the chain, but within Torment himself. His wings closed around him slightly as he began into a dive that had little to do with gravity.

((Effects include fire, ice, sonic, acid, and lightning elements as well as a paralytic beam. Doesn't matter which gets what.))

Suddenly Torment stopped, the assaults hit home, including the kamikaze, but didn't seem to phase the Archmage for a moment. His form exploded outwards a moment later into a release of the arcane might gathered within him; the pinnacle of his transmutive abilities, an Eidolon. The boundaries between body and soul began to blur as crimson light mingling with emerald highlights split away from azure light that had the two artifacts mingling with them. The transmutive magic had shrugged off the assault when the magic was completed, a brief invulnerability stemming from the massive amounts of arcane energies passing through both body and soul.

So it was that the Brothers of Soul were to fight side by side for the second time. Torment Nusradai; The Azure Phoenix and Shar`Addan, Versatility and Power, two halves of the soul given life.

The remaining wisps of light gathered into a masterful weapon as tendrils of white light began to spring from Shar's back to keep him aloft. One would think that an egyptian obelisk had found its way to Club Orion until Shar shifted the massive blade, showing a slim profile. All 4 and a half stories of it. Torment, meanwhile, was gathering energy about him once more as the two near identical fighters waited, prepared to strike once more.

Torment seemed to drop to a kneel and slam the FoFS against an invisible plane of force. The four diamonds that still contained light went out in a prismatic flash as Torment went on the defensive, 100%. His wings seemed diminished, but no worse for wear. A shell of white light surrounded him before flowing out from Shar's heart to surround him as well, the two linked and thus covered by the same spell. The spell was one in which the caster would be immunized from assult as long as he took no action at all. And thus Torment did nothing until the crimson waves had passed.

The two waited indeed until it had passed and Shar struck out in the only way he knew how, pure brute force. His wings blazed with pure white light that enveloped the arena in a single blinding flash before he charged forwards at speeds that could rival Keno's, even dragging the massive weapon, and came to an abrupt halt, the massive weapon continuing forward due to inertia, but held back by Shar's will and strength as the momentum was shifted back towards the Kenos in a diagonal slash through the whole of the 12 foot diameter ball, a wake of destruction passing outwards from the blade as a shimmer of light began to run down the broad side. The masterful weapon was of Torment and Shar's own soul, and thus neither could be affected by its destructive or blade, each would simply pass through them unharmed. Torment would refocus on casting, the Sanctuary dropping, but not without gaining a taste of Keno's power, which could be used against him quite nicely in the coming spell as he began drawing from his own strength and focusing the transmutation through the Fist once again.

((I post once to acknowledge my existence... LURK STANCE 101))

((not really, the fight is though... I commend you both, mostly Keno. No lurv for Tor))

((lol nice the true dbz training hmm I need to do some stuff to bring up my chars actuall ythat's not true I just wanna spar... So single minded... Oh well. Does anyone who is alive watch bleach?))

((Heh, respectfully bite me psy ^_^ Hmm...do we see any prospect of an end without one having to flee? Getting that whole sleep is fun vibe from my brain again.))

Shar was able to simply bear the pain, a shimmer passing over his arms as part of the blast slid off his soul based armor, reducing its effectiveness greatly. Tor, meanwhile, was not in anywhere near as good a shape from such an assault. The pain ran through him as his concentration began to give way, struggling to hold on to it as he dropped the Fist and Wave, though the latter would dangle below him, tethered by a link of soulstuff. The blast would not die out, however, roiling over his flesh as the tail end was caught not only by his ability to manipulate self and soul based energies, but the spell he had been gathering.

Shar's attack follwed through, the blade striking the gropund and stopping with a massive shockwave and tilting to a vertical position, him with it to stand atop it. Wisps of light began to gather around him, some darting around his hands and arms to reinforce the basic shield and forge a suitable armor. Obelisk, meanwhile, seemed to split down the center, forming two distinct blades. Torment, on the other hand, centered on a more innovative solution to the problems at hand. He had focused the transmutation enough to his satisfaction, but not enough to his complete liking. The energy running over his hands caught his eyes before he glanced back at Keno, "I am no fool." A nimbus of energy surrounded him that seemed to match the energy that had been unleashed upon him, tainted by his own arcane might and fundamental alteration through transmutation.

"Ah so that's it," Keno says, realizing the truth finally. Well well well. If you can't beat 'em....interesting. A question burned in the back of his mind though, but it was of no importance. "Go," he commanded and one of his replications shifted into shunkido, causing him visually to glitch like a bad television reception. The replication was moving in for another suicide attack he stood before Torment, which was technically frozen before him, and began to muster up its strength. The murderous hue of red was shining as he summoned up another Tiger Wave, once again using all of his might, the attack four times that. He shifted out of Shunkido with his arms extended directly at his opponent. He intentionally left just enough space for Torment to retaliate by discharging the power he had just mustered. But in case the man was crafty enough to evade, he made sure the trajectory of the attack would led straight into the other man. All of this would have to be realized as one acted because no sooner had he shifted out did the replication fire off yet another massive Tiger Wave.