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Reaver had expected a little more burnt flesh then what had come out of the fires. Of course he should have expected something a little more exciting then a simple attack. It was common knowledge that no one was brave enough to attack from the front. Why would someone take the time to dodge one attack, only to line themselves up for a counter? Though this didn't matter, it only lead to expecting the expected. Echo would teleport from Reaver's views in a moment's notice, this simple act would leave Reaver to believe two things. Either he fled like his first opponent or an attack was headed his way. Since there was no smoke clouds spouting profanity, Reaver knew it was the second of the choices. The attack though location wasn't expected, it's means was well enough. Echo's weapons would crash onto Reaver's body, only striking long enough to collie with the Energy Shield that had been employed over Reaver's frame. His head slowly turned to the side as he looked directly in Echo's direction while his hand spun in an instant, bringing the laser blade around and aiming to cleave Drago in half. Though he had enacted the energy shield, he had not backed enough power into it due to lack of time. Echo's superior strength would allow the energy shield to be purged, although the momentum used in an attempt to cleave off his limb would have been halted. The effects being a large gash being cleaved into Reaver's shoulder, as purple acidic blood gushes outwards and envelops the blade of the weapon, as well as spraying slightly outwards from the wound Echo had caused in order to possibly splash onto Echo himself. The simple slash of Reaver's blade would be followed by the use of the Slicing Attack. Instead of one slash aiming to cut Echo in half, it would be multiple slashes aiming to cut Echo up into pieces as had happened so many times before. Reaver mean while, moving forwards in an instant in order to clear space from the Majin he was fighting, turning on his heel in the process in order to face Echo once again. With the purple acidic blood gushing down his body from the new wound that had been granted, Reaver casually spoke forwards without an ounce of pain or even real emotion in his voice. "Are you feeling tired yet? Are you weakening? Have you had enough? How many more times can you be cut apart.. Before you realize how futile your efforts are?" Reaver says, before laughing sinisterly his dark eyes never leaving his opponent now that he was in his sights once again, learning was the name of the game, and tricks such as those his opponent had, seemed to be dwindling in effect. His wounded arm slowly rolled at the shoulder blood spitting outwards and small sparks shot from the wound itself. Though he had saved his arm, the damage was not exactly minor, but still functional.

Things just seemed to get better and better. Reaver's laughter soon erupted into the air as the skin wrapped it's way around him, making it more dangerous for him as each piece would connect and begin burning away at his skin. The problem was, as the opponent's skin began eating away at his flesh, it would begin revealing more and more of the synthetic blood that was within his body. The blood would begin to burn away at the flesh that was holding him at the same time. That blood that had splattered onto the opponent would continue to burn on, making it even more hazardous should they heal themselves over it and let it fester within their bodies. Their claw like weapons would slowly be eroding as well, losing it's edge and slowly beginning to break, though it would take a little while longer for the weapons to melt into useless piles of mush on the ground, it was already beginning it's effects. Reaver had remained perfectly still, almost as if he wanted his opponent to entrap him. The moment he was encased in the skin, flames would suddenly erupt around him in a full column. Immediately burning away at the flesh and disposing of it in the process, this being the Flame Cannon technique, which would cause a column of flame as soon as the beam fired made contact with the opponent. Since the opponent was essentially attached to Reaver, contact would be made immediately and send the column of flame upwards in an attempt to catch both Echo and his fleshy parts in the flames.. Though Reaver had already let it do what he wanted, every point of his body that had been connected with the flesh would be bleeding profusely now, the remainder of his body that was still able to be touched by the fire would be a charred black color, small chinks of metal shining through like silver from within the black and purple mesh that was his body right now. Upon the ground would lay Reaver's right arm, the plasma blade harmlessly silent as it lay still tightly grasped in Reaver's hand. Continuing to laugh, Reaver casually walked towards Echoo, as his dismembered arm twitched slightly upon the ground where it lay before going motionless. Raising his other arm slightly, all the while having been charging this second attack as his flames had shot upwards in an attempt to strike Echo as well as free himself. A sudden large blast of purple-ish pink ki would be shot forwards like a cannon, the blast itself funneling outwards to grow slightly wider as it ripped apart the ground and continued forwards directly towards Echo in an instant.Whether it hit the opponent or not, a mushroom cloud like explosion would come and crash across the entire area. Sending out an electrical aura which aimed to electrify this opponent as well as incinerate them through the means of the blast itself. Reaver's entire body shooting backwards as soon as he releases the attack, due to lacking in the support of his other arm to fire the rather deadly attack correctly. The moment Reaver releases this next attack, his own abilities would activate, his final form causing him to under go a slight boost in ability as his strength and defense suddenly shoot up to a higher point then it had been only moments before. Reaver's laughter never ceasing, as he continues his onslaught against his opponent, despite the fact he had just lost an arm and taken so much damage.

*second attack was Death Cannon

Reaver slowly turns his attention onto his opponent, they seemed to have been blasted down to the point where only their feet remained? No, that couldn't be right. He casually adjusts his body, before walking towards his fallen arm, the energy shield he himself had placed up in order to protect himself from his own attack soon flickered out as he leaned down and drew his arm up, the arm moving a little and actually causing the light saber like blade in it's hand to flick on and then off a moment. Shaking his head slowly he put the arm between his arm and his torso, and then removed the blade from it's grip, returning it back to where it belonged. He would then turn his head upwards and look around, the opticals that had been revealed where his eyes had been, rotating as if they were zooming in and out as he looked about for his opponent, his mouth cracking open amidst charred flesh in order for him to speak once again. "Have I killed you, Majin? Are you fleeing for your life now? Or is this the end of the line... You've gone to regenerate again and draw another offensive perhaps? Don't you worry.. You cannot hide far, I will find you." Reaver says, the plating that had been over his mouth having cracked and fallen away to reveal an almost humanoid mouth that was charred and burnt away. Metallic fang like teeth gleaming in the light even through parts of synthetic white flesh as he turned his head every which way, looking for his opponent's true location in order to make sure this round was finally over.

"Well now... You have two choices then I imagine... Continue fighting and die... Or flee and cower in self humiliation... You put up a good enough fight, that you have gained enough respect from myself to live should you choose to.." Reaver says with a slow nod of his head, he was going to wait and see how things went, after all this could be nothing more then a clever trick meant to throw him off guard.