Like most mortals, Tetsue's bag of tricks had run out in too short of time. And he had redoubled his efforts on the slash that had previously stumped the giant, returning to the same posture as before. Inferrence was pretty simple in a scenario like this. With The Baron moving towards Tetsue, and Tetsue ready to unleash that slash that had decimated his blade on a molecular level, the result would be catastrophic. 

If the Divine were stupid.

Just as Tetsue lunged forward, The Baron's mind reached out to his legs and core. Yanking them sharply to the right, moving his entire body with as much speed and might as he could muster. Tetsue was fast, yes, but The Baron too was swift. So long as he was flying, he had shown that he was outpacing Tetsue. 

Even sound breaks before my movements in flight. To avoid something that is moving in a straight line would be easier th- 

His internal boasting was cut off shortly as Tetsue's blade dug itself into the left side of his abdominal muscles. Cleanly slicing through his metallic flesh as it passed forwards, slicing through him and shearing his cells in half. The weight of his flesh snapped the wound closed behind the blade, but not without a grunt of protest from The Baron's throat. 

Though normally, The Divine doesn't show any acknowledgement of pain in any way shape or form, it had been caught off guard. Though his movements were fast, he hadn't broken the sound barrier. The Baron had simply jumped, he hadn't actually flown.

Somehow.

He had made a mistake. 

Mistake? Yes. Ignorance? No. Misjudged how much force this body can exert now. A jump would normally have allowed him to kickstart flight with a bit of extra momentum, but without as much force in his legs he had severely misjudged the amount of force that would be necessary for him to leave the ground normally. 

Though the Baron was not just some beast to be slain by method of disembowelment. Tetsue's blade entered his body, but met with not but more and more flesh. Until a hole was torn in the stomach of The Baron. Not a normal stomach like a mortal's stomach, but a specific organ. The organ where every single black fog cell is stored. As Tetsue pulled his blade free, the messiest possible outcome occurred.

Even with clones already formed, The Baron's gut still held much more. 

With a hole now opened in his midriff, a massive expulsion of black fog erupts from the wound. So thick and dark that almost everything about The Baron is quickly concealed in a veil of blackness over a foot deep. Pressurized fog spewed from the hole in his gut before being sealed by the weight of his own body. Though even with the quick seal, so much fog had emerged from his body that he was entirely concealed behind it. 

Black waves washed outwards from the central cloud across the battlefield, licking at the ankles of Tetseue and the clones. 

Tetsue's attention had turned to the nearest clone, who happened to be the Spear wielding clone. The clone rushed towards him with the edge of his spear outstretched, running with the sharp of the blade towards the ground. Aiming to shove the blade into his gut and impale him on the spot. If the force was truly equalized, then this would be the perfect test. If his clone was felled naturally, it would be false. If it was was felled in a different way.

Yes.

Experiment with this mortal power, see the limits. Test the boundaries.