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Reminder: Cover retreating forces - Sai and Focht.

The boy running from the four chrono-clerics would dive towards the Mansion, barely escaping debris as they whizzed past. Tucking into a roll brought him into the foyer before the four could get in his way, giving the injured boy at least a fighting chance as he came to his feet. White blood still streaming from his arm, he grasped the blade in his good hand. He faced the four as bravely as he could, wings aflutter with anger.

Jezebel merely chuckled at Basaran's attempt, before launching yet another volley of fire. This time the fire was aimed at Xol, the two heavy 180mm shells launched at the roof just behind him. At the speed and distance between the two dodging would be nearly impossible, as would further time-bending. Of course the shells wouldn't hit Xol directly, just nearly enough to blow away any lesser creature.

As for D's impending death, KB offered only a few words.

Chin up Draeken, be a warrior to the end.

And for the Trio who were betrayed, to be swept away by T's hand...

Don't say I never offered.

And that was that. With such a blade in existance many of KB's plans were endangered/ Hopefully the thing would be removed from his gaze quickly, lest T accidently find himself on the wrong side of a very discerning fence.

Two concussive blasts hit a ways behind him and he put up a wall of air as well, deflecting or bouncing back any debris that Focht's own shield missed. He took a moment to contemplate his surroundings and both blades zipped back top his hands with uncanny speed. "Very well Focht. I may be what I am, but I still have some semblence of honor."

Xol eyed the broken pieces of a katana around him and with a clearing of the throat they were swept towards his foe in a slight gust of wind. They skid to a stop a few feet in front of him. "Enguard."

With the eye patch off, he smirked, Mastema had left Focht quite the souvenir indeed.

Xol laughed, a laugh befit a psychotic soul right before twisting a sword through a loved ones neck. Did Focht think this was going to be some epic to the end kind of fight? Pffft. This was Xol bored and finding a suitable play thing. "Focht. Pick up your sword and make this fun or else I'll take your girl friend, pound her in front of you and then twist her neck off. Perhaps then she'll be of some use as I can toy around with her spinal column and make a toothpick or something."

Xol was hoping Focht would be more forthcoming with all of this. Then again, he always knew him as a turn the other cheek and wait untill your friends were in dire trouble to help kind of fighter. Maybe he had set his hopes too high.

Xol shrugged off the blast of air before dashing forward nonchalantly, his speed being erratic at first and then much more graceful and paced as he neared Focht. "I stopped being ridiculously overconfident and cocky long ago friend." He smirked, mocking Focht before stopping abruptly.

His right blade dissapeared and a pulse of dark matter reverberated out towards Focht. The material on the roof would crack and shudder as the force of the attack moved above it towards Focht. The left blade would disappear through the roof and move to strike the man from underneath.

|| Dark matter is just Xol's own form of purely destructive energy. It holds no element. FYI. ||

"Ah... so according to you, you are just a pain in the a** these days......"

Focht smirked and jumped up and to the side, easily clearing the destructive energy. He didn't seem too worried about the blade that had gone into the roof at the moment. If Xol followed Focht's movements, it would be rather hard to notice the counter. When Focht had kicked the 2 pieces of the katana off the edge, he caught them with simple manipulations of air. It didn't take much for him to bring them up to chest height and send them like throwing weapons arcing around the wave of destructive energy toward Xol. Even as the 2 blades were sent in Xol's direction, Focht was already beginning to alter the air in another manner. He seemed to be holding back, waiting for something. Over all, it seemed as if Focht was just having fun with this fight, not taking it seriously.

With a sigh, Truinthil slouched as if dissapointed. "Too bad. Now I definately will have to end your life as well as that Kyiana woman's. According to my wishes and needs, both Draeken's must be exterminated. If not, that's just one more possible obsticle I will have to deal with every time I wish to achieve something on a grand scale."

Slowly, while he had been speaking, a needle thin piece of bone, exiting unseen from the bottom of his foot, had been burrowing it's way into the floor a small ways. It traveled speedily, once underneath the hard tiled floor, to the right only to raise back above the surface of the floor into some shadows. Then using his shadow traveling abilities channeled through that piece of bone, Truinthil enabled the needle thin body part to extend itself rapidly towards Erudemesa, becoming two inches thick as it continued to extend into a rather imposing spike of bone.

Truinthil, however, being aware of the energies that flowed through the fabric of reality and time had the ability to at least gauge when Erudemesa would use his time altering abilities. In being able to feel such actions within a short distance around him, he poised himself ready to have that small spike of bone, extending rapidly from a small patch of shadows behind Erudemesa, create multiple spikes that would branch off from the main one in dozens of directions. In doing such he would at the very least prevent much movement on Erudemesa's part if he were to try and slow down or speed up the time around himself.

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From a doorway only a small distance to the left of the main entry hall, the original Truinthil stepped towards the scene. A look of sadness touched his eyes as he looked upon the figure of Draeken. That sadness was replaced however, with anger as he watched Erudemesa take the soul of Old Draeken. Hastening towards the scene, Truinthil spoke loudly and with a small touch of anger, "Though it pains me to say so, I would rather you allow this old soul to depart to the afterlife here and now. I would not have you toy with him. Though I seperated myself from him long ago, I still can say that I am just as much a part of him as he is a part of young Draeken here. And though it pains me to act as such, I shall aide my clone here in keeping Draeken out of your possession."

Twitching his hands, his wrist blades slide down from his forearms which were hidden in the sleeves of the coat he wore. Looking at his clone, he grimaced, then shrugged and smiled. "I see that you have donned the appearance I most preferred back before I was truly my own sentient being. I have to admit, it doesnt look half bad."

Just as soon as Sai thought the coast was clear for Focht and her to leave. Xol makes his appearance, not too far from them. Sai's eyes narrowed at Xol's comment, and caught the glimpse of his attack, and just as she was firing up a counterattack, She felt Focht shove her to the side. Seeing how they were close to the edge Sai lost her stepping and fell, as she dug her gunlet into the roofing as she slid down the side, her claws Leaving semeterical trenches as she finally caught grip at the edge. Sai glanced down as she hung from the gutter of the mansion. With a sigh, she swung her other hand and pulled herself up with ease.

As she sat there for a moment she suddenly felt a breeze comin gup as the top half of her torn dress, came loose. redface She caught the piece of clothing and tied it aorund her chest once again and glancced around for any peekers. sweatdrop She glanced back up the roof to see Focht and Xol fighting, pondering on what she can do.