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The bone spines on his chest crush under the force, but as Ice begin to thrust off his own blade is swung upwards with IV's left hand, aiming to slice up through the meat of his thigh and throw him out of control into the air. Should this strike hit home IV would bring his right arm up to thrust the blade into Ice's back. Should his attempt to throw Ice off blance in midair be less than successful he'd be right on Ice's trail, leaping after him to strike with both blades in midair while he was still airborne, the bone blade looking to grow just a bit longer mid strike. Across his body the spines continued to grow, the ones on his chest forming once more where the boot had crushed the previous ones.

The bone blade slides up past Ice, missing, but only just barely. Before Ice can swing down the bone blade shifts and turns, coming back down to slash down through his torso. Should the thrust with both legs against IV continue, the both of them would be sent flying, the bone locking Ice's blade into his left hand, though the one that had been in IV's arm would be freed, the wound sealing up almost immediately. The pure force crushes the bone spines where his feet strike, but the two are now basically locked together. IV's mouth opens once again midflight to spray out a stream of blood that, while not acidic, was aimed to drench Ice's head and face.

His escape is simple. As the tag lands at his feet he glances at it and crouches down, the last kunai sailing harmlessly over his head. From there he thrusts upwards with all his might, carrying his shoulders above the ten foot threshold easily. The odd bit is that he simply doesn't stop rising, he shoots up higher and higher. The antimagic field had suspended the effects of the Fly spell, but not eliminated them entirely. With his head above the water, so to speak, he was free to escape.

IV continued to rise as his gaze fell upon the battlefield below, watching his opponent fall to the ground but continue moving. He was enjoying toying with his meal, but he couldn't continue this any longer. He noticed the blood begin to drain from him at an ever growing rate, and it wasn't exactly a fun experience. Not only did he have much more blood than a human, but with his magical properties he produced blood at a phenominal rate. Despite this, it wasn't fun.

He began to spin rapidly in midair, arms out to the side as wave after wave of boneshard needles began to burst from his form. The first wave had an interesting addition, a hand with a sword attached, aimed right at Ice's chest. The needles were aimed as well as he could in such a spin to fall upon Ice, the first volley tipped with his blood, though within the antimagic field it would do little.

Should the assault continue he'd continue his spin to try and either tear up a few tags, if that would even work, or simply create a wall of needles to hopefully deflect the kunai. The spines of bone across his body had been ejected, so there was one idea shot, otherwise he could have merged them into armor. He fortified his skeletal structure as best he could, ribs merging into a solid cage as he braced for the explosions to go off around him.

IV is lost in the explosions as he is sent spinning out of control, flesh raining down upon the platform below. The blade had his his fortified ribcage and simply bounced off in his spin, taking a nice chunk of flesh with it. When he finally stopped spinning his entire form seemed to be devoid of skin, a rain of blood falling below him. He was burnt to a crisp, most of his muscle structure coated in charred flesh, causing serious problems in doing even so much as moving. Across his chest a large gash showed where the blade had struck, black bone and white cartilarge showing clearly. He just seemed to float there, unable to do anything else as he slowly began to fall.

Now lidless eyes watch as the man below stirs once more, he had really hoped he'd be dead by now. With the fly spell still active he could either stay where he was or simply deactivate it so he'd fall faster. The latter seemed prudent. The tag would explode above him as he fell below it, but he'd be far from danger. The force alone would send him flying towards the ground, though the flames would do little to his already charred flesh. He'd slam into the platform far below, a cloud of burnt flesh flying up around him in the wake of his landing. The battle would effectively be over, both combatants incapacitated, either temporarily or for good really didn't matter at this point. Aaaaaand scene!

~FIN~