Scion had no idea what Dennis had intended to do, but was glad to be holding onto the post when he felt himself being pulled forward as a portal suddenly appeared before him. The effect of the cold vacuum was instantaneous, as super heated air and steam began rushing through the portal and igniting the many pools of oxygen upon the frozen surface. His glimpse inside was brief, but Scion recognized the homeworld of Harry and sincerely hoped the boy wasn't out and about during this. The kid had a nasty habit of wandering into strange coincidences. However, before he could begin reminiscing, the portal closed and the park was returned to a semi normal state. The place was still burnt and melted all over. The vibrant colors and greenery had all been reduced to shades of grey. The most colorful thing left in the entire park was the ever enthusiastic DJ station, casting an eerie red glow across the landscape while playing an electrifying guitar solo. Water was also slowly returning to the depleted pools and slides as simple machines, intended to maintain the water level, pumped water back into the park oblivious to its state of disrepair.

"God things really went to hell here?" Scion mutters as he takes a moment to release his impromptu anchor and uses it to pull himself to his feet. He was considerably calmer now and was able to take a moment to properly investigate his surroundings and plan his next move. The down side was his speed and perception had dropped considerably in response. he hadn't the foggiest clue as to why Skallagrim hadn't made a single move on him since his reappearance. He felt like he should be happy for this reprieve, but was instead wary of Skallagrim's glowing sword, and the tendril of darkness that were wrapped around little balls of fire. He could also see the force tonfa a few feet in front of Skallagrim, where he had dropped it, and was even able to spot the glint of his switch blade a few feet closer than that. Both so close, yet so far out of reach, with Skallagrim's imposing figure stood before them.

"Dennis. You have any ideas?" Scion hazards to ask, his voice having a considerable rasp to it. His vocal cords having not escaped being burnt by the boiling water he had inhaled.

"Yes. Six seconds. On Screen." Dennis replies, in short quick bursts. Scion is confused by this reply, but does as asked and raises his right arm, glancing for a second at his right wrist as he does so. On the watch screen, an image a man on top of a storm cloud appears, hovering over the figure of a Skeleton, with a bolt of electricity arching towards it. The meaning was simple enough that Scion didn't have to draw too many parallels to get what Dennis planned to do. He continues raising his arm and in the same motion grips the top of his staff, another click sounds, and he pulls the staff away from his back. The need for secrecy had arisen from, Scion and Dennis noticing Skallagrim's hyper observant nature. His ability to anticipate and counter their actions, when they were executed in fractions of a second, had left no doubt about his ability. Scion just hoped that their most recent plan would finally catch the bastard by surprise. Scion wields the staff in both hands, and immediately begins spinning it while slowly advancing towards Skallagrim. He once again favors his right side, but allows a slight angle toward his front. He doesn't allow himself to step any closer than six feet until dashing to his right, and begin rapidly circling around Skallagrim.

As he circles, Scion channels energy into amplifying his arm strength. Skallagrim had wielded his sword in one arm so far, and he knew he would have a slight advantage wielding the staff in both hands, the added strength would allow him to more easily block and parry Skallagrim's blows. The spinning was adding speed to the staff to increase the force of impact. It was also doubling as a deterrent towards thrust attacks that could be easily deflected by the spin. The the five foot staff having actual reach, would also help him to more easily counter sword swings if Skallagrim was to try to to step forward and slash at him. The only thing he wasn't sure of the capabilities of, was the glowing balls of plasma wielded by the darkness surrounding the dagger. He decides the best course of action would be to simply widen his circle and retreat if Skallagrim chose to wield them instead. The added range would hopefully help to evade any potential attacks. He didn't need to hit Skallagrim right now as much as he needed to stall. He was going to need to wait for the perfect opportunity for Dennis' plan to succeed. He only needed now to wait for Skallagrim to make his move.

Thrum.

The induction field once again began fueling the Dreamer, allowing him to conserve his own aesr energies. The dozen or so small balls of plasma began rotating slowly around the Dreamer, their orbits extending out as far as four-feet and as close as a foot. Between the orbiting balls, a dark streamer of siedhr followed them, diffusing and scattering light as they began forming a powerful magnetic field from the plasma balls.

The man known as Scion released the post he used to anchor him, his pallor different, and his movements not as fluid; all of which was recorded and examined closely by a thousand Dreamers attempting to understand the man completely.

Moving, the man drew his staff, perhaps a wiser choice than the small dagger and tonfa had been. Perhaps not, the question is how adept the man was actually at using a stave as a weapon, after all, it was an art as any other martial weapon. Skallagrim stepped forward as the moved, his pace matching Scions, observing the spinning staff, observing his footwork, and his hand placement. It all would give a hint to how the man might strike, and along what lines the counter should take to effect a non-lethal blow.

With a sudden darting, Scion shot to Skallagrim’s left, and the Dreamer moved in kind, keeping the man in front of him. Moving along a parallel path and never allowing the man a moment’s peace as he kept pace, constantly staying in front of Scion.

The war sword held ready in a middle guard, the dagger, surging and lashing dark energies around. All the while, the glowing plasma balls moved rapidly in their orbits building up the magnetic field around the Dreamer. The choice to not kill the man required a change in tactics, a different approach to the fight, instead of hunting the man to kill, he was now hunting to maim. Skallagrim would have to dispatch the man; perhaps hamstring him, remove an arm or even break some bones. There would be further thinking, as for now the Dreamer merely matched pace, all the while studying the man seeking an opening to shoot in and strike.

Scion hadn't counted on Skallagrim to able to match him step for step, never allowing him to move anywhere but right in front of him. If he thought it would help. He would have been glad to simply run them both right into the wave pool. However, he didn't feel that would really help him anymore then it would help Skallagrim. He decides instead to take one more half step and lean to his right, before quickly springing back on his right foot and stepping forward and to the left of Skallagrim(Skal's right), closing at least three feet between them with the sudden step. He however, suspected that Skallagrim would have no trouble following his attempted fake out and planned accordingly. As Scion is stepping forward with his left leg, he shifts the staff during its mad spin, shifting his left and right hand into and under and over grip respectively. As the staff enters a near vertical position, Scion archs its swing forward into down sweeping motion, using the circular momentum to add to the swings speed and power. The crucial part of his plan came as he committed to the swing, and instead of aiming for the current position of Skallagrim's right leg, he aimed where he believed Skallagrim would reflexively step to cut off his juking maneuver. He intended to catch the ankle and hook it on the staff's crystal. He would then spring off his left foot and twist his body to pull Skallagrim's leg out from under him. The move regardless of success would end with him back a his six foot distance where he would continue his spin.

Dennis was still working on locking in the coordinates for his plan. He needed to stretch his perception to the edges of his reach, in order to get the universal position of one of the lower parts of the lighting cage circling the park. He normally wouldn't consider using such high voltage electricity on a normal person. However, Skallagrim wasn't a normal person. The skeletal man would not be affected in the same way as other people would be. His body wouldn't conduct the electricity, and it would pass over him with relatively no harm other than some scorching. If things went as intended, then the weapons and armor would suffer the most under the unexpected electrical storm.

In the mean time, He would continue to dedicate most of his attention to Scion as subroutines finished gathering the rest of necessary data for the long range portals. He could see Scion intended to try to trip Skallagrim, but was wary of the sphere's circling Skallagrim, that Scion seemed to have ignored. They were giving off a strong magnetic field now, and he could see they now had the potential to mess with Scion's gear. Scion was also open to an easy counter with these spheres or even the dagger itself, if Skallagrim isn't thrown off enough by having his leg swept, and would need a quick counter. The relative arch of the Sphere's was consistent and predictable enough. Dennis decides to prepare several, easy coordinates, for small portals to spawn when the need to intercept Skallagrim's counter would inevitably arise.

Thrum.

Each step, each lingering moment gave Skallagrim a clearer picture of what he had to do to finish this fight without killing Scion in the process. It varied little from his original thoughts, the outcome however did. Step and feint; Scion had decided to close the distance between them with a feint. Three feet, killing distance, had the move come a few second earlier Scion would be dead, but now he would live.

The diffusion of light, the obfuscation by the orbiting, glowing balls of silver-blue energy with attendant dark streamers crackled and hummed as the magnetic field increased, fueled by the induction field. The plasma balls creating the field increased their speed as the field they generated increased in strength. Amethyst energies glared brightly, as if the noonday sun had turned a purplish hue.

Providence occasionally smiled upon the Dreamers. As Scion stepped forward with his left, shifting the staff long enough to change hand positions and staff position, Skallagrim passed guard, not trying to cut off the man, but rather stepping into him with his right leg. Thrusting the energy laced war sword straight for the upper right thigh of Scion. The blade, unless by some miracle was intercepted, would shoot past the vertical staff toward the fleshy right thigh of Scion. The intent was simple enough, Skallagrim wanted to puncture and bury the tip deep into the meat of Scion’s leg.

Each movement in the plan carefully analyzed to ensure that death would not result from the actions that were to unfold, the Dreamers agreed. Scion should survive the sword thrust and subsequent actions; if he died, it would not be through the action of the Dreamer.

Of course, with the closing of the distance between the warriors, Scion was now within Skallagrim’s powerful magnetic field. The distinct hum would clearly be an auditory clue, but the fact that his hair would stand on end once he crossed the orbit of the outer most plasma balls would be a telltale sign. It would also grant Scion a second before the four outer orbiting balls would make their circuit and intersect with Scion’s body. Two came around the left of Skallagrim and two from the right, trailing the darkness with them.