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Battlefielsd: a simple grass field on a bright sunny day ((sry, a little busy/multitasking so its not very descriptive..))

((*le sigh* Again? >.< Thought you might want some variety. >.> As for the set-up, it'll do.))

A large metal spire thrust up from just above ground level, piercing through the fabric of space. With the sound of metal on metal and the slurp of metal sliding out of wet flesh, the metal spire began to retreat, pulling apart into many plates and sinking into the ground. Where it had been a single man of extraordinary stature stood perfect still. His skin had a slight pink tint to it and his eyes blazed with crimson, the Dominion Hybrid template applied to his form.

An energy signature was noted, his eyes drawn to fall upon it as he saw not light and shapes, but energy in all its forms. He began to advance on his opponent, blade of bone bursting from his hand and turning the digits into a single mass. His left hand began to glow and a trail of blood began to flow out, mixing with the formulating spell.

EDIT: ((Imma edit this, didn't see you post...had no clue you were on.))
EDIT2: ((Done ^_^))

((I just thought you might have wanted to fight a different character cause you fought IV already and it was basically going to be a stalemate. Seeing as the last battle was discontinuous, no they would not.))

Souloe would find quite a bit of truth, about three thousand one hundred fifty seven individuals worth of truth. One thing was clear, however, he seemed to have a weakness to psionic assault and a certain resistance to any natural based physical assault, ie just about any physical damage done without magic. The rest was a jumble, far too much information to compile and read, especially to pick out IV among the mess. Should this information be directly 'downloaded' into Souloe's mind he'd basically be flash-fried and either stunned by the overwhelming influx or his mind would simply shut down, possibly permanently.

He entered into a run that seemed much faster than a human could, surging forward as a trail of crimson mist was left in his wake. Long before he could even close the gap a warning shot was issued, a long stream of blood arcing through the air in a wide spread. The blood was highly acidic, and as such would begin to eat at anything organic and release a noxious black smoke into the air, the fumes themselves also being acidic to the touch and when inhaled. The orb of magical energy continued to grow within his hand.

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((I said I prefered gainst it. >.< If you want to make another fight after this we can always do that ^_^))

He continued his pursuit, making leaps and bounds to cross the distance quicker, though more erratic. Blood poured from his hand into the spell as once again another spray of blood was launched high into the air to arc towards Souloe.

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((I....have nothing worthwhile to say >.<```))

IV did not only slam into the metallic warrior, he tackled him and made an attempt to slam him to the ground as hard as he could, spikes be damned. At his speed and with his weight the force would be enough to dent adamantium, and seeing how quickly the warrior moved and was created, it couldn't be that by any logical means. IV would indeed get pierced by the spikes, but its like he'd care. Blood sprayed everywhere as if under high pressure, soaking the ground and turning the grass to death as smoke billowed up around IV and the warrior, blocking them from sight as IV's spell neared completion, the plume of smoke shifting to his will and drawing up more than it seemed it should have.

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He seemed to...slip. It was more than that, however, his body seemed to mingle with the noxious black smoke around him as his form shifted further towards the Crimson Mists than that of a physical body. An echoing laugh pulsed outwards as the black smoke shot high into the air, coiling into a single black cloud of significant size. What happened from there was...amazing, perhaps even horrific.

A great fist fell from the sky, a huge arm extending downward from the cloud to fall upon Souloe with the intention of crushing him flat. Each blow had enough strength to crush a mecha three times his size into a pancake, a Crushing Fist of Spite. It wouldn't last forever, but it continued to pound down on Souloe's location with relentless wrath.

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The fist continues to pound, again and again and again, and will continue to do so until there is nothing left to crush. IV, however, seemed to wink out and appear to one side of the mass of metal, looking entirely normal. His blood would no longer function nearly as well as it had, but he was far from helpless. He could not be turned into a human, for he already was, merely having his very being altered and shifted. Though magical means had been used to alter him, the effects were not magical. IV would be getting hungry, and fast, but if Souloe was a sitting duck, why waste a snack? He began advancing upon him, the blade of bone growing sloghtly, increasing in density and refining the edge. He planned to kill Souloe and eat him should he not be pulverized by the great Fist, which despite his spell he acknowledged as still existing.

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((You acknowledged the Fist (singular) still being there in your post despite your spell. You are at fault and I have exploited it. Now if it reverts all abnormalities, would someone without a leg suddenly have one because it is abnormal? By the same token as having pre-existing effects and changes remain as you acknowledged by having your lower half crushed, so too is IV unchanged.))