Jeff smirked upon knowing his attack was indeed capable of piercing Rajaka thus began to refill the second gauntlet with wind as the first finished recharging air into it. Jeff then split into 5 mirages of himself which all too the same battle stance and up and motion at Rajaka in a taunting manner in order to make it look like that he had forgotten all about Zelraine. "Hey yellow boy! You gonna come after me, or are you afraid I'm gonna make another scar? Or perhaps leave your body with more stubs then Jenso did? Both are valid options here really."

Each mirage would then continue to echo there voice out at him using wind sage while sending various insults his way like calling him "weak, slow, or stupid." letting the voices bounce at him from different angles by using the wind.

Zelriane bounced across the field, making distance between himself and the two heroes as he felt a surge in Rajaka's Ki. His form appeared, not in his fighting stance, across the battlefield, near its edge. He knew staying anywhere near Rajaka at this point was likely a bad idea. But he'd not seen him get this angry in quite a while. It was to be expected, though. These two were more durable than Zelriane was used to. Perhaps hundreds of years without a challenge really was beginning to wear his skills thin. Or maybe they were just that powerful. At any rate, as long as Shaidra didn't see it necessary to protect her little home, all Zelriane had to do now was sit back and watch Rajaka tear the two of them to shreds.

"You've done it now," Zelriane sighed to himself.

Rajaka stood in place. immobilised by the sudden onslaught. Usually, he wouldn't fight his anger. It would gradually build, making him more powerful as time went on. But with Zel on his shoulders, both figuratively and literally, seemed to...



...Expedite the process.

Oswald was already up and about when the entire guild shook. He was fortunate enough to have Blup as the ready when he was met with such a rude awakening.

"Mikey has Jenso and Luke pinned down in the Levitating Training Chamber! I've lost contact with Jeff and Bruce, I think they've been taken somewhere else! You're closest to Alvios, check on him first!"

Those were his orders, or his advice, anyways. Geode was likely just fine on his own, anyways, and Ross? Well, he'd probably been told to go somewhere else by the little Blup clone that he'd taken. Oswald was of course, closest to Alvios' room, just like he'd been told. It didn't take him long to reach the man. But by the time he got there, Alvios already had a visitor. The little black wraith-like creature from the order, Shaidra, was standing in the middle of the room, glaring at him with her hollow, black eyes. She turned to see Oswald for a moment, but said nothing, and didn't move. Was she scared? Or...

Any member of the Order was dangerous. Before now Oz had only seen Shaidra at the citadel. She had some inherent power to move things but if she had any real fighting power it wasn't a known value. "Alvios, you okay?" He checked. To keep things on the safe side he extended a hand and his staff thrummed to life in his grip. This may have been close quarters but he had plenty of tricks to make up for that. At that moment he needed to know that Alvios wouldn't be a hostage.

"... Like it was yesterday." Alvios was off of his bed now, but he wasn't in a fighting stance. One hand simply rested on the hilt of his sword, and he was looking at Shaidra with a distant, almost saddened look. Everything was rushing back; the girl's strange black power, corrupting those she touched. Their short fight. The masked man--as they knew him, Yzeira--appearing and killing nearly everyone, and his odd retreat made only stranger by Alvios' survival.

And yet, Alvios looked at this unsettling girl as he did when they first met, a lost and confused child. Maybe his recent illness had stunted his anger, or he had just left anger behind in the face of the source. He looked up an Oz, then back to Shaidra. "She can phase through most attacks, although the last time I fought her it wasn't perfect, as my Ki managed to wound her when it was focused enough. Don't expect any complex strategies coming from her either, she has a very childlike, almost innocent mind."

He drew his sword, still staring distantly at Shaidra. "Don't let that hold you back."

Shaidra looked back to Alvios, and then Oswald, and Alvios once more. "They'll all die, when the world is erased," Shaidra mimicked, with a gruff tone, "One by one under the weight of my footsteps. Perhaps if I leave those two to the end, they'll reconsider. Maybe if... Maybe if... Maybe if..." Shaidra's hands began to well up with black smoke, and she stepped towards the corner of the room, away from both Alvios and Oz. "Pain is the only truth." She glanced at Alvios.

"Bring me back... You'll die just the same."

"Would you just stop, dearie?" Another voice echoed from outside of the room. Suddenly, a wall of purple ooze covered the only exits, both the door and the windows, while Ada walked through unharmed. "Hmmmmmmmm?" Ada said, squinting at Alvios. "You're not dead?"

"Right." Oz agreed. He took his staff in both hands and snapped it against his knee. The loud crack reverberated through the room. Now in either hand he held shorter rods of energy. The violet glow intensified from within them as he prepared to strike Shaidra.

Ada just had to appear now. The worst thing to do was listen to her, give her any room at all. No words, Oz jolted toward her and swung both rods in a cross pattern. "We are long since beyond chatting."

A tower of purple goo rose between Ada and Oswald, blocking his strike and expanding into a transparent wall shortly thereafter. Ada huffed and crossed her arms over her ample bosom.

"Rude," She barked.

Alvios narrowed his eyes, and his blade began to swirl with white Ki, is stance shifting to one more suited for fighting. The distant look faded as he focused intently on Ada. "He probably doesn't tell the lot of you much. Yzeira tried to kill me once and failed, because he didn't think of me as anything more than another person. You've made the same mistake; haven't either of you heard of following through?"

He gave the Ki as much focus as possible, the energy coating his blade sharper than the sword itself, and rushed forward, intent on splitting the wall open with a focused slash.

Ada's eyes widened and she shrieked, uncrossing her arms and reeling them back as if to flinch. But just before Alvios got within range, she stepped the attack just as it shattered her wall like glass, and ran towards Shaidra, "Ok, I think we're done here, Dear. Up up! Momma wants to go home!" Like a reflex, Shadira pulled Ada into a dark cloud, and the two of them began to vanish. "I'll just let them deal with him instead!"

On queue, her walls melted away, and a loud hissing sound echoed from outside Alvios' windows, which had now shattered. Blup split himself into two, and tossed his new clone over to Alvios. It landed on his head harmlessly. Moments after, they both blupped in unison.

"Watch out!"
"Watch out!"

A single stream of white energy flew through the windows on the edge of the room, shattering both their frames, and the walls around its entry point, leaving a 4 meter diameter hole behind itself as it flew towards both Alvios and Oz.

Far outside, standing on the opposite building, across the guild's courtyard, A blonde archer nocked another stream of energy on his bow, and took aim again, in case the first shot didn't do the trick.

Alvios spun and struck it down with his sword, although the recoil of doing so ended up throwing him back much more than he'd expected, throwing him backwards past Oz, slamming up against the wall behind him, and he groaned, more in irritation than any kind of actual pain. "I just got out of bed. I was feeling better this morning. Was going to get ready, do some stretching, catch up with everyone regarding this final battle. Instead I get woken up by the eerie gaze of who set off my journey in the first place, get taunted by the woman who put me in bed in the first place..."

Alvios stepped forward, brushing debris out of his hair and looking out of the wide hole, at the source of the shot. He didn't recognize him, but he wasn't wearing a mask as far as he could tell from this distance. "And then there's this asshole!"

Oz passed Alvios a grunt and a nod. "I'll get his attention and keep him off of you. This doesn't seem like one of the Order I've heard of so be careful." It was likely one of Ada's thralls but that meant they wouldn't know just what he could do. Oz flipped the rod in his right hand. It flashed with violet light as it grew and stretched, taking on the classic form of one of his force spears.

He didn't so much as try to aim than he drilled the projectile at the opposing side of the courtyard, toward the building with the adversary in question. Following up his spear he himself dove through the opening and glided to the courtyard below.

Dacer fired his nocked arrow at Oz's spear, stopping it with a mighty crash that echoed through the courtyard. He glared at Oz, and then at Alvios, smirking.

"Ants, meet boot."

Mikey stopped just five feet short of Jenso's position and swung both his arms in a cross-like maneuver, launching a point-blank cross slash made of strange blue watery energy towards Jenso. It was clear that he wasn't about to start talking, but this wasn't a battle just to win. If Jenso wasn't careful, he would die, or kill Mikey.

Jenso frowned at Mikey as he approached, and began to channel white flames into the ground which originated from the bottom of his feet. It was impossible for Mikey to notice, unless he was able to sense energy now. As Mikey stopped and rose his arms, Jenso dashed towards the left to avoid Mikey's attack, and began dashing around him in circles.

As he moved, it seemed as if the flames within his body moved in tandem with himself, allowing him to move faster than normal. He remembered his lessons up until now, calmly waiting for Mikey to make his move while he kept moving around. He hoped Mikey would get reckless in his attacks, so he could get an opening.

Mikey lowered his arms and watched as Jenso sped past him in a blur. "That isn't going to work," Mikey blurted, dropping his guard completely. "Let's see how long is takes for your patience to wear thin."

As Jenso ran around in circles, his feet began to leave behind white flames on the ground in a circle pattern around Mikey, and Jenso stopped hard on his right foot. "Shit...guess I don't have it mastered completely yet.." He muttered, looking at the flames on the ground before turning back to Mikey. The flames didn't seem to hurt him, despite that he was standing in them. "Mikey, I won't kill you...but it looks like you don't plan to back down. I'll have to knock some sense into you, then!" Jenso shouted, and charged at him. He coated his right fist in Arki and aimed a punch at Mikey's lower abdomen, while not putting all of his strength behind it to avoid unbalancing himself, while his left hand was also coated in Arki which seemed to have a different flow about it as he left it hanging on his side.

Mikey's left forearm began to shimmer, and he blocked Jenso's attack by shoving it in the way of his fist, at a 45 degree angle. Mikey's old Arki would have shattered against that kind of force, but this time it didn't. This time it somehow stood resolute, not only because of the superior composition, but because Mikey's power had somehow caught up with Jenso's. "Say whatever you want," Mikey spat, raising his right arm and sharpening the tip into a smooth spike, "It won't change anything." Mikey brought the spear down towards the side of Jenso's neck from his left.

Jenso frowned as his attack was blocked by Mikey, and rose his left hand immediately, while pulling his right arm back as Mikey swung his spear arm at his neck, taking one step back with his right foot to avoid being impaled. He lunged his left arm forwards, aiming to grab Mikey's arm while avoiding the speartip. If he were succesful, white flames would travel from Jenso's left hand across Mikey's right arm in an attempt to burn him or at least affect him somewhat, while Jenso took aim with his right fist and launched a Ki impact punch image at Mikey's left foot while he attempted to pull him closer with his own left hand, in an attempt to ruin his stance.

Mikey's arm stopped as Jenso grabbed it, and the spearhead disappeared. As the flames covered his surface however, Mikey's water-like body began to dissolve through Jenso's grasp, and expand around the spreading flames, overcoming them entirely in a short burst of water before reshaping back into the form of his arm. The effect looked as if his hand had exploded, froze in time, and returned to normal. As his foot as struck however, Mikey staggered forward for a split second, but didn't falter. He put all his weight on his left leg and charged into Jenso shoulder-first, with a full-on tackle. While that happened, a thin mist of water burst from his body, covering the entire room.

Luke finally stood up and rubbed his head, only to see Mikey and Jenso fighting. He didn't say anything, and backed away, hiding behind the rubble of the stadium.