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The number of Avatars grew into the double digits and beyond, well past twenty as a Crimson Mist began to lower from the skies. Any free energy would be quickly drawn into the nonphysical and visual representation of mist and given unto the Avatar. Through the process it would be purified and converted to something more fitting of the light based construct.The number of Avatars was quickly rising, their spread across the northern portion of the stands increasing exponentially.

Upon reaching the Avatars one of three things would occur with the smoke. The first was most likely the best for Dramon's intentions, being that the smoke would simply be repelled by the chaotic mix of energy fields, neither attracted nor repelled. The second included nothing at all happened based on the assimilation process by which energy was converted away from its base state and thus would not retain a charge, becoming a different type of energy like heat, for example. The third was if he was being rather adamant on the fact, in which the shells would allow the smoke to connect, but then drag the substance within himself. Almost instantly processes similar to nuclear fussion would destroy the smoke particles and use them to increase his own power levels. When these things were compared to stars it wasn't just for show. Either way, the desired effect of the smoke would hardly come about. The number of Avatars had grown into numbers surpassing the fifties now covering the northern area entirely with the southern and western portions filling rapidly. The Crimson Mist would begin advancing on Dramon and on contact would try to glean energy from his aura and, given time, consume his consciousness and the very essense of his being.

Fifty explosions.

Fifty imploding stars of death.

Fifty mutated shapes.

When the pure force of the shockwaves died away the fifty were still clearly evident within the bounds of the arena. Every last one was bulged and misshapen in incredibly odd ways, but they all still had cohesion and had only grown in strength from the heat and other aspects contributed to their form. How can it have been a mistake if the first time had only increased his overall strength and seemed to be continuing to do the same? Each one began to rise into the air as they started multiplying once more, darkness falling over the arena in full save for miniscule pinpoints of light representing their locations.

The beauty of the dynamics of the shells became apparent as the force from the renewed explosions was channeled out and away from the Avatars. Instead of the force damaging the Avatars the explosive force and other related elements of the explosion would be forces out and down to blow off a huge chunk from the ground below. Three quarters of the arena would be obliterated by the blast, including the floor down to a level of approximately twenty feet below the starting position. One would hope Dramon was not in the northern three quarters of the arena, and if he was he'd be able to withstand the blast and not ring-out.

The fifty spaced about the area seemed to hold their ground as the winds began to pick up. They were not, in fact, remaining still but moving against the wind current at a speed equivalent to that which would be pushing them or pulling them inward. Any materials that should be caught by the wind and delivered such that they would collide with the Avatars would either be blasted from the sky or slide into the body and destroyed by the field. Heat began to stream through the winds as the Avatars began unleashing incredible amounts of heat. This effect was most likely a by-product of the recent explosions, or just the natural heat blowing off of them for the wind. Who knows?