Kakra watched in horrified fascination as Gregor and his rats descended upon the trolls. Her trolls... That she'd been fighting... At first she was just disturbed by the excess of blood and Gore, but then she found her hands tightening into tense fists.

The talking rat poked his head out, saying they'd need fire.

"Yeah, I heard the pipsqueak!" Kakra snapped, referring to Alexei. She waved a hand, and the ball of light from earlier shot down like a missile and smote the injured troll whose skull had been torn open, searing it's brain into nothing and spreading it's skull like flower petals.

"Fine, I guess I'll take the one on the right..." She grumbled and stomped off, creating another sun burst with a flick of her wrist. Any rats unlucky enough to cross her path got a swift boot to the rear. One particularly large one turned and hissed at her in protest, but scurried off when she hissed back.

The final standing troll was doing its best to hold back the frothing whorde of rats. With it's club and regenerating flesh, the rats couldn't do much on their own. The few that could stay latched on could do little permanent damage. Kakra would fix that.

She broke into a run, catching the troll's attention. It swung its club at her as she got close and she caught it under her arm and twisted, tearing the weapon free of the larger creatures grasp. She continued her turn, building momentum as she shifted the weapon into a two handed grip, and then swung at the troll's legs.

The troll went down, leg taken out from under it. It raised a hand to try and claw at her, but she batted it away, bones shattering under the blow. She the stomped down on the troll's chest and hefted the oversized club high.

"I COME OUT..." SMASH "...ONCE IN A... BLUE MOON... BUT YOU PSYCHOS CAN'T... WAIT... ONE... FUCKING... MINUTE... TO LET ME... ENJOY... ONE... FIGHT!" Each set of words was punctuated by another vicious blow to the troll's head until the club was drenched in blood and viscera and the troll's skull was completely flattened. Her whole body heaved with each breath and she chucked the club flying with a roar, deep into forest.

She stepped away from the troll, but it suddenly sat up.

"AHH!" She explained in surprise, not thinking they were that hard to kill. Surely decapitation would have overridden any need for fire... Or so she'd incorrectly assumed. However, more by instinct than design, she quickly directed her sun burst to strike. It flew at the stump of a neck and embedded itself into the flesh, slowly crawling down into its neck. The flesh actually began to regrow around to the orb of light, creating an eerie red glow... Until it burst, leaving a sizzling crater betwixt the troll's shoulders.

It collapsed once more, leaving the corpse to be beset upon by the rats.

Kakra flicked a bit of gore off her shoulder and composed herself before turning around. Rather than enraged, she looked just mildly annoyed.

"So... Trolls, huh?" She stared at Alexei. "Should we be reporting that too?" She narrowed her eyes. It was pretty obvious that the monsters hadn't existed before his magic had gone off. She was grateful she'd been set free, but even so... Thanks to him her brother's neck had been set at a nice 90 degree angle...

And even now, with all trolls slain... Ivan might have noticed the intense glow of his tool hadn't faded in the slightest.

"Obviously," Alexei replied, "though looking at them now I can't say there's much urgency to it anymore." He whipped out his notebook, jotting down a cliff notes version of all the events that had so far transpired, with particular attention given to whom had done what and how. "Your assistance was appreciated, though unnecessary. There was no reason to endanger yourself like that, but you'll all likely receive a commendation when I've reported this story to the administration. Save for Mr. Rat man. As per our agreement, you'll be left out of my report though I advise you file for a proper residence from the Housing Bureau. There's no excuse for vagrancy in the Tsar's Yekaterina."

He presented the page he had been writing on the Kakra without giving it to her, and held out his pen. "Could I get your name for my report, Mr..." He cocked a curious eyebrow while looking at her and glanced down briefly. "Ah. I beg your pardon, Miss. Along with you. Yes, you, the Sir with the farming implement, if you please." He shook the pen in Ivan's direction. "Quickly, if you would. I would like to track down that pilot before I'm thrown in detention for this troll debacle."

It was around this time that he began to notice a glow washing over the area. He looked up, only to see a light like the sun had fallen from the sky and landed in the outdoor dining area. "Oh what fresh hell is that?"

A vein bulged on Kakra's forehead as Alexei talked... and talked... and talked.

She was in a tempestuous mood, and if Alexei was aware of that and how dangerous that made things for him, he didn't show it. Nor act it. If he wasn't aware of it then, he would have been when Kakra suddenly hauled him off of his feet and dangled him in the air by his shirt collar. To say her grip was like iron would have been an insultingly vast understatement.

"LISTEN!" Kakra roared. "You show up, a helicopter falls out of the sky, you threaten my friend, and then get us attacked by trolls, one of which broke my brother's neck, and now you're acting like a cocky little shit!" She then drew him in so they were eye to furious eye. "So, I suggest you tell me who you are and why I should care before I try to break the world record for longest midget toss!"

She'd sort of glossed over him talking about a light. However, it was getting hard to ignore, and she was pretty sure she'd used up all her own lights. What was th-

As she stared at it, unperturbed by bright lights due to her nature, she could see if was coming from Sasha. "Oh right... her." She unceremoniously dropped Alexei, not particularly caring if he landed on his feet. It seemed she wasn't the only girl throwing a tantrum.

Ivan was grateful for the aid of the Rat King and his army of rodents. They made short work of the mutilated troll by literally eating it alive. He had admittedly been a bit disturbed witnessing the Rat King consuming raw flesh before his very eyes, or lack of eyes. He still didn't have a head after having it pulverized by the troll. He could still hear and see, but his body was sluggish due to reinforcing it to survive the troll trying to reduce him to gravel. He had made his body super dense to take the blows, but the added weight cost him greatly in movement speed. He was slowly undoing this change and had a small reprieve to appreciate the battle raging around him.

The new girl, Kakra, had proven quite capable in combat finishing off the first troll with a well-placed fireball into the crater of once was a troll's face and burning away its brain. It seemed her anger had almost been as great as his own as she closed in on the final helpless troll. The creature could not escape a brutal series of blows to its head each punctuating the girl's frustrations before finally showing it mercy with another ball of fire. The battle was over and they had been overwhelmingly victorious.

Ivan at this point had managed to sculpt himself a new head from the leftovers of the concrete bench, but he had yet to refine the sculpture. He still needed to re-fabricate his voice box and reform his lungs if he wanted to speak. It was as the young boy Alexei began lecturing people that Ivan noticed a grave detail. His hoe was still glowing that sickly red color. As he got to his feet he approached Kakra and found a noticeable increase in the hoe's brightness and vibration. His features darkened at this revelation his eyes wearing an intense expression. A light in the distance had slowly been growing, but Ivan did not care he had more important things to focus on. He still could not speak so he stepped in front of Kakra, casting a long shadow across her features. He stretched out his long arm and pointed at her then he pointed at the head of the glowing hoe, then back at her.

He could just feel the organs working into place as he stood there hoping she would understand his unspoken declaration, but to assure no misunderstanding could be had. As he finished forming his lungs he spoke slow and with a sharp edge to his voice.

"You witch. I know dis now." He slowly brandishes his hoe a gleam in his eye. Then with the light in the distance almost as blinding as the sunrise, he declared in front of everyone, "Release your curse on me and my family witch! or I will kill you!"

"What brother? Are you concussed?" He asked, feet dangling in the air. It wasn't an impossibility. He had seen one if those trolls crack her pretty violently on the back of the head. He pooled around again, just to make sure there weren't any more bodies than he had expected. No, just the trolls.

He was used to the threats of, and use of, violence against him after he'd used his powers. The other cadets at the academy had been very vocal about how they felt about his powers and very creative in the methods they used to dissuade him from using them further. So if he was tossed into space by this girl that was just as natural a consequence of using his abilities as having to fight three trolls at once. He was prepared for that. Still there wasn't any reason not to be diplomatic about this.

He clicked his heels together and tried to present himself as smartly as possible while dangling in the grip of someone much bigger than him. "My name is Alexei Zhukov. I had nothing to do with this helicopter. The trolls were my responsibility, but not my intention. I apologize for your broken neck and will make every effort to compensate you for any pain you may have experienced. I did not wish to appear cocky, simply record an accurate account of these events while they're fresh in my mind so the story does not become distorted."

It was at this point that a long shadow fell over both of them. Alexei couldn't turn his heard to see, he thought the voice he heard declaring the girl a witch who would die belonged to the man that had appeared to fight the trolls. "Sir I don't know what your relationship to this girl might be, but I would advise against hasty action in any case."

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Sasha snarled, as she finished the charge, her cupped up hands were aiming at the entire scene, the ominous light energy pulsating with no small amount of hazard. "Let my will be the hammer by which the Light will punish these miscreants! She yelled at the top of her lungs, bathing the entire battlefield in curse-vanishing holy light.

Normal people would feel like if someone had just smacked them with a flashlight several times coupled with a heavy-weight punch slug, but for those bearing curses the effects would be much, much worse. Bonds would be undone, hexes would be dispelled, and unholy beings might be reduced to cinders.

To top it off, the excess energies lashed against Sasha, and a costly price was paid for her attack.

Her...skirt had ripped.

Gregor's rats finished their meals, consuming the dead remains of the trolls like a pack of land piranhas as they devoured even the bones. Their king turned his attention to a new problem, as he heard a loud declaration of violent intent. "You witch, I know dis now. Release the curse upon me and my family witch, or I will kill you you!" Ivan declared, or was the general gist of what Ivan had said, as he brandished a hoe at Kakra. Gregor tilted his head to the side, confused as to why Ivan would think such a thing. The rat within his shirt pokes out once again, this time from under Gregor's sleeve to speak.
"Sir, I don't believe she is a witch. From what I've seen, it appears she's cursed to be fused with her brother. If I had to guess, she's been cursed like you have, and whatever is tipping you off, I'm guessing the hoe, is detecting the witch magic that binds them together. She's not your enem-" The rat began, before a bright wall of light shot forwards like an explosion. Gregor, thinking fast has his tail wrap around himself like a shield. He felt the light pass over him, and for a moment his connection to his legion was broken as the now bruised and battered rats fled in all directions, dispersing as fast as they arrived on the scene. After unwrapping himself, and flicking his tail around as it felt deeply sore Gregor shook his head.
"Is evvryone okie? Wut the bludy hell wus that explosion? Looked like da cuddle mostah Sash-....oh fuck." Gregor begins, before he runs off. "I've gotta stahp her from blowin up da whole school!" He exclaims, terrified of what she might do next if not stopped. He knew there was only one who could calm her down when she was in a truly terrifying rage, and as much as he hated it, it was him. Quickly ruffling up the hair on his body, he fluffed himself up as much as possible as he ran towards the source of the explosion. "I'll be back, dun't kill anyone until I get back, or I'll fukin kick the shit outta ya like the wrath of the forest."

Ivan was enraged beyond reason. He had so much pent up hate being directed at Kakra. That he could not see the girl, but instead a Witch who shared the same blood as his ancient enemy. He wanted to see that blood, but it seemed fate had other plans. Sasha had finished pouring her frustration and anger into an all-out attack. An all-encompassing light washing over the battlefield. Ivan could feel his body being struck all over by small blows of force. His body chipped and cracked in places, but held strong. His left ear broke off, having not been fully reformed yet, but The attack had seemed to be of little consequence. However, something felt wrong, very wrong. Ivan hadn't realized it at first, but the numbness his body had known for so long was starting to fade and was being replaced with a creeping since of pain that started in his chest and slowly spread throughout his body.

Ivan had spent much of his time thinking about how to free himself and his family from their curse, but none at all thinking about what releasing his curse would mean for his body. Ivan had no issue with using his power to abuse his bodies malleable state. He would often reshape and mold it to better suit his needs. He had even changed it while fighting the troll adding stone to the gaps in his body and condensing it to further increase his durability. That stone was still there and he could now feel it.

Ivan's body had become human again, but it wasn't ready for that change. Ivan dropped his hoe and collapsed to his hands and knees as blood began pouring from wounds all over his body. All of the cracks and chips in his body had become gaping wounds and cuts. His missing ear dripped blood across his face and he could taste iron in his mouth. His organs feared the worst as they were being torn apart by the stone trapped inside his body. His lungs were the only thing still intact having just been reformed so he could speak, but Ivan could not speak now. He could only scream at the agony he was in. His own heart could barely beat with rocks in the way and he was losing consciousness fast. This all happened in the few moments of Sahsa's attack, but to Ivan, it felt like an eternity. As the holy light faded the pain stopped. Ivan could hear the witches laughter as his body was mercifully petrified once more and darkness consumed his mind.

In the darkness Ivan couldn't feel anything as all. His senses stripped away by the curse. In that darkness though, he heard a voice. His own voice asking a question him and important question, "Will you be stone for me?"

"No." Ivan replied, "I hate being stone."

"You will fade away if you don't." the voice answered, "I ask again. Will you be stone for me? Will you be stone for them?"

Ivan wanted to refuse and will away all the pain, but he knew he couldn't. "I will...I will be stone for you for I must keep my promise."

Ivan awoke as his senses slowly returned to him. His body twitching as his power granted it life once more. He had only been out for a moment, but he felt as stiff as he did the day he awoke from his centuries long nap. Ivan was back, but he wasn't in a field anymore. He was on a farm and as he looked upon his classmates he couldn't see them. His mind fractured he only saw the Witch and monsters standing in his way. He grasped his hoe tightly as he rose to his feet. The sickly red glow of his weapon seemed to accent the blood all over his body giving it the same luminescence. Ivan stared at through Alexei at Kakra as a subtle growl began building in his throat. That growl turned into a mighty battle cry as he raised his hoe and swung it like a bat. He cracked Alexei in the ribs, with the blunt side of his hoe, and sent him flying out of Kakra's grasp. He followed this up by raising his hoe high in the air and bringing it down onto Kakra. Hit or miss when the hoe strikes, the ground would shudder from the force and be torn asunder. A normal farming implement could never withstand such force, but it held stronger than any natural material as Ivan's power held it together. Ivan would follow up his swing by trying to tackle Kakra, intending to pin her to the ground. He intended to beat her to death just like he did to the first witch three centuries ago.

"Wait what? Witch? I'm not a-" But he wasn't done. "Kill me?! What?! Fuck that! Try it and I'll turn you back into rubble!" Kakra bit back, baring her teeth. This was soon interrupted by Sasha's tantrum peaking. They were bombarded by light. Kakra's light barrier flared, seeming energized by it. However, the spectral chains also flickered back into existence, seeming to tighten around Kakra's body as if fighting back. Perhaps the barrier also inadvertently protected the curse. Kakra grit her teeth, clutching her head, not seeming to enjoy the experience all that much.

She thus missed Ivan's... much bloodier episode.

When she regained focus, Sasha's attack fading, she turned in time to see Alexei get putted into the distance by Ivan. A bit more vicious than even she had really intended to be in the end... And of course his next attack was for her. It seemed he was dead-set on this. She tried to lean away, but the attack grazed her forehead. Her barrier flickered and it stung. The powerful blow, even glancing, had been enough to penetrate through, though not direct enough to take down her barrier completely.

She dabbed at the spot with her fingers and they came away red. Oh that did it.

The next thing she knew though, he was rushing her. She braced herself. He hit her like a load of bricks. Her feet dug into the ground and she slid back... and then stopped. She was almost surprised, it had been a long time since she'd come out and been able to get a feel for her own power. No matter how hard he pushed against her, she wouldn't budge another inch.

"I said..." His arms had wrapped around her and her arms, but slowly she began to force herself free. "I'm not... A WITCH!" With a final explosive burst of strength she forced her arms free from his. She brought down both her fists on his back in a double hammer blow, forcing the tall bastard lower and then she grabbed him about the waist. "NOW FUCK OFF!" She lifted him up, flipping him upside down and then slamming him back to the ground head first.

She then kicked him in the back, aiming to send him tumbling away, dust and pebbles flying as stuck his stone body with tremendous force. Her body heaved once more and she took breath after seething breath. "ANYONE ELSE WANNA FUCKING TRY ME?!" She screeched with rage. It was one thing to get into a fight, but these fights weren't fun. They were just pissing her off. "Greg-. . ." Where was Gregor? "WHERE THE HELL IS MY RAT?!" She probably could have worded that better. No, it seemed she was alone on this one. She was tempted to check on Alexei, but she had a feeling Ivan would be getting back up soon. The troll had literally turned him to rubble and that hadn't been enough.

"You had enough or do I need to take you apart some more?" Kakra sneered down at the stone menace.

Alexei pushed himself up on his elbows, breathing lightly but hastily to try and keep his lungs from moving too much.

He gingerly touched the area where he hurt the most, a sour ache that started in his side and spread all the way up his leg and down his arm. The touch sent of tremor of agony through his whole body and he pulled away. That was at least a broken rib. He body felt like the last time his squad mates had given him a soap party, though whether that was from the tumble as he'd landed or the force of that blinding light he didn't know. He looked back over toward where he'd been thrown from, his eyes tracing the skid mark he'd left in the grass. All along it were the pages of his notebook, torn to shreads as it had scraped the earth. The girl...the boy?....he couldn't think straight....that person was still standing over a pile of rubble.

He slipped forward, head laying in the dirt. That was fine, that was fine, that was fine. That was okay. But what had that light been? What had the rat man been talking about, someone destroying the school? What was with today?

He rolled over onto his back, hand pointed at the air. It started to spark. "Please, please, please, just something useful. Useful. Useful." He repeated it like a mantra, trying to exert some control, some intent on randomness and chaos through pure willpower. The energy broke, there was another blinding flash.

When it was over, Alexei could no longer see his arm. He lifted he his head slowly, just to confirm that, yes, he could also no longer see his toes. Or his legs. Or his torso. The morning light shown down into the grass as though he wasn't even there.

(Result 1230: caster is invisible in daylight but illuminated in darkness.)

Ivan had narrowly missed taking Kakra's head off with the first swing but he had drawn blood and that fueled his lust for more. Kakra had tried to speak to him to convince him of his folly, but Ivan could not hear her. The whole world sounded like it was underwater, making her words distorted and unclear. Ivan followed up his swing by dropping the hoe and charging at Kakra to tackle her to the ground. However, she had been ready for him. As Ivan threw his weight into Kakra he had expected her to crumble, but instead, she stood her ground sliding across the field digging furrows with her feet. As Ivan's momentum was halted he noticed that she had not yielded an inch to his strength even with his arms wrapped around her. Ivan had not anticipated such power in a girl so small. Kakra raised her arms above her head, forcing his own off her, and delivered a powerful blow to Ivan's back and forcing him to bow at her feet. Kakra then did something no one her size had any business being able to do. She wrapped her arms around Ivan's waist and hoisted him into the air. Ivan was a man of five hundred pounds of granite and Kakra held him as if he was a stuffed animal. Ivan couldn't even get his bearings before she dropped him on his head and delivered a powerful kick to his back. He was sent rolling through the grass with shattered parts of his body lying in the grass around him.

Ivan didn't move as the stones scattered around him and buried in the dirt merged with his body to repair the damage. The girl was powerful, he admitted, and she wouldn't go down easy. He needed to at least be able to trade damage with her if he was to have any chance at victory. His special sight scanned the area and fell upon a familiar visage. The structure of steel and stone that had been coated in the viscera of the troll still stood in the grass. However, the rats had eaten away all the bone and flesh and what was left behind was a sight to behold. The shape was a bit bent and hard to see if you weren't looking at from the right angle, but Ivan could see it clearly. The rats had revealed a figure that looked like a hunched over troll made of blood-soaked spikes of steel and sharp stones. Ivan had made that pattern to bind the creature in place by piercing every inch of its body. It now gave him an idea.

Without warning Ivan sprang to his feet and rushed towards the horrific looking monument. He only needed to place his hand upon it to invoke his power. If not stopped upon touching the stone Ivan would animate the structure causing it to spread apart and cling to him molding to the shape of his body. The outcome would be Ivan donning the worlds most demonic set of armor. The steel spikes and sharp stones that now coated his body were adjusted to face away from his joints to allow easier freedom of movement. His head would fuse with his chest as a cone of stone spiraled upward into a crown of massive spikes. His hands were coated in a set of sharp gauntles that ended in long stone claws with metal spikes pressed into the knuckles. Kakra would not be able to see his face, but Ivan glared at her through the armor. He would then charge at her with his arms outstretched with the full intention of impaling. He intended to do to her what he did to the troll and make a new monument of gore out of her body.

Kakra sighed as she watched Ivan armor himself and charge back in. It had a lot of spikes and sharp edges, but that really didyn't concern her, so long as he didn't land too many solid hits on her. However, she wasn't planning on allowing even one. She knelt down and placed a hand on the ground, a small glow coming from it. She then took a step forward, and with unnatural speed a sunflower sprouted up behind her, though the flow itself was still shut, yet to bloom.

She then simply waited as he charged in, staring bemused at him. Once he closed in her hands shot out, once grabbing each of his wrists as he clawed at her.

"Fine. To pieces it is then." She narrowed her eyes as she twisted her grip, forcing his hands away from her. He could try to kick at her, or headbutt her, but she didn't give him the chance. She yanked him forward and kicked him in the gut, and then released his left arm. She kept his right twisted and then turned into it, aiming a palm strike through his elbow, aiming to snap the arm clean in half. His armor couldn't protect him from her just bending him til' he broke. She then stepped past him and aimed a side kick into his left knee, aiming to snap that too, or at least heavily fracture the stone joint. She finished by swinging the broken off chunk of arm into the back of his head like a makeshift club before tossing the piece of limb away. She figured he couldn't reattach it if it was lying a few dozen feet away.

"Look, quit while you still have two limbs left. I don't know what the fuck your problem is, but you're really pissing me off," Kakra muttered, stopping momentarily to press her hand to the ground again before he could regain his feet. Another flower sprouted as she turned to to face his back and await his next move.

Kakra Power Multiplier: 15.5x

Kakra Remaining Time: 7m30s

As Ivan approached Kakra she once again impressed him with her strength. Without giving any ground she reached up and grasped his wrists, right where the spikes and sharp stones pointed away from her hands and halted all his momentum. Overpowering him she twisted his away from her yanked him forward delivering a devastating kick right into his gut pulverizing stone and bending steel. She released his left arm allowing him some freedom of movement, cut it was short lived. She violently twisted his right arm and delivered a swift and crippling blow to his elbow snapping it off at the joint.

"She's taking me apart." Ivan thought as Kakra stepped behind him, "She is strong and the strong always lord their power over the weak." Kakra delivers another strong kick to Ivan's knee shattering the stone, but a steel brace held keeping the joint connected long enough for the stone to refuse together albeit at a bent angle. Ivan began to fall towards Kakra as a result "I knew I could never overpower you." Kakra pays no mind to his crippled limb as she swings his own arm at him like a club cracking him in his helm. "I only prayed I could outsmart you." As Ivan's arm impacted his head, shattering stone and impaling him with steel spikes, it would suddenly stop. Kakra would find that her improvised weapon had fused to Ivan's head as she struck him. In that same moment, Kakra would feel Ivan's severed hand grasp her arm the steel spikes embedded in the gauntlet shivering. At his command, the spikes shoot through Ivan's hand and into Kakra's arm punching through the barrier and piercing her flesh and bones. Ivan's attack did not end there as he reached out with his stump and touched Kakra's shirt fusing it to the cotton. Multiple things would happen at once. Kakra's shirt would immediately start to tighten around her body as Ivan forcefully strengthened and compressed the fibers. The second thing would be Ivan's armor would start to shiver and begin crawling off his body and onto Kakra. This would Leave Ivan exposed, but this did not matter to him anymore.

If he isn't stopped.

The stone and steel would crawl over Kakra arm. As it progressed Ivan commanded more spikes to impale Kakra to weaken her resistance. As the moments passed the armor would start to encase Kakra's chest and Ivan would force spikes to merge together to form a large spike right over Kakra's heart. "It would be a quick death." Ivan thought, "More then you deserve Witch, but I would be a fool to let this fight drag on. Now burn in hell!" with that final though the spike would descend right through Kakra's heart. If this didn't kill her then Ivan truly had no hope of victory.

There was a sudden sound, a by now familiar crackle of energy right by Ivan and Kakra, though the source was unseen.

This was terrible, Alexei thought. The stone man was much more durable and violent than he'd previously anticipated. Were he a normal man Alexei would have taken this opportunity to choke the maniac out, but he didn't believe that was going to do any good. Neither would the flare he still had. The way he saw it there was only one way to prevent this murder.

Was it ironic that the only this thing he could rely on so often was the most unreliable thing in the universe? Still, the invisibility had let him get close enough to breath on Ivan. That meant that even if the result was a violent self destruction he might still catch the mad man in the blast.

He reached out, unseen, and directly touched the man with the whirling power. There was a burst.

Just like that the world came into perfect focus and Ivan suddenly understood. Ivan understood exactly where Alexei was, and what he had done to him. Ivan understood where the helicopter had come from, where the light had sprung from, the trolls, Gregor, Alyona, how all the events of the day had spiraled together into this moment.

He understood where to find the witches bloodline, and all the ways to break his families curse disregarding it. He could see the bloodline of the witch in front of him, flowing through Kakra.

He understood that there was great danger coming to the school, but that he had no time to prevent it.

He understood the stories of everyone he'd ever met and everyone he'd never meet. He knew the names of every God and how to bend them to his will. He saw the faces of everyone he would love, and how they would meet their end.

Ivan understood everything, including that this understanding was fleeting.

(Effect 5982: Target omniscient for one round then forgets everything.)

*Stupid double posting misclick inducing tablet*

Kakra was confused when her arm wouldn't follow her. She realized she was now attached to the back of Ivan's head. She then felt an incredible pressure on her wrist that soon turned into searing pain as spikes punched clean through her arm.

She screamed. She'd never felt anything like that before. She was so used to being invincible. Again she pulled only to feel something else stopping her. Her school jacket was stuck to Ivan's stump. She saw something spreading across it. She felt other little points of pressure. That got her focused again, though it was a fear driven focus. She dug her feet in, pushing away and then swung her arm like a blade at the stump, tearing her clothes free of it. She then twisted and pulled with all her might, tearing her arm free of Ivany hand, with the spikes still embedded in her. It was agony, but she was safe again. She fell onto her rear and scrambled back away.

She sat there panting, but soon realized Ivan was slow to follow her. Something seemed to be distracting him. Perhaps it was how she'd escaped as cleanly as she had.

She clenched her jaw and gripped the spikes in her arm and then pulled. They were long and at least one had hit bone. She swore she heard something crunch as she yanked them free, screaming through her teeth. She tossed them away and then held up her trembling arm. A glow washed over it and the pain and blood faded. She closed and opened her hand to prove to herself that everything was fine again.

Wide, tear stained eyes slowly turned back to Ivan. There was fear visible, but only for a moment. Now it was rage. And hate.

Fury.

Kakra Power Multiplier: 16x

Kakra Remaining Time: 7m

Ivan was getting frustrated as he felt Kakra start tearing herself free of his grasp. If she escaped now he knew he would not get another chance like this. His hatred mixed with his frustration as he prepared a desperate attack. His armor still wriggled, but now congregated around his stump. He prepared to force all the stone and steel he could through his stump to form a lance to impale Kakra before she could completely escape.

However, as Kakra tore free of his arm and he prepared to fire. He felt a gentle touch upon his neck, and then everything became clear. The wriggling stopped, the madness stopped, and all of Ivan's hatred and anger faded to guilt and shame. "What have I done." Ivan thought, " I have become a monster."As the secrets of the universe were poured into his mind. He knew that it would all be lost in a few seconds. He needed to stop. He needed to sleep. Ivan could now see the tears in the Kakra's eyes as she tor the spikes from her arms, but even as her tears turned to rage Ivan only stared back with look sadness and regret upon his face. He spoke to her for the first time in soft fleeting voice, "I um sorry." He focused all his power, every last scrap of it onto his own body, "I fix." Then in a sudden burst, Ivan severed every bond in his body, except for his heart. Kakra would hear Ivan's final words, and then he would turn to dust before her eyes.

As the knowledge of the universe faded from Ivan's mind he would find all his power spent. He knew not how the witch had defeated him, but he could no longer find the energy to care. His conciseness faded into a fitful sleep and only his heart would be left beating among the dust and debris.

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Sasha stood there, panting heavily, blissfully unaware of the white teddy bear undergarment that was plain for everyone to see, the remains of her skirt at her feet."How'sthat miscreants. -Huff- Iwillkeepdoingthisuntil you submit!"- Huff-" She said inbetween pants, before reading another charge. The first one seemed to have worked and had thinned their fighting spirit somewhat.

Now... a second one would do the charm...

It was when two things did not go unnoticed by Sasha. First, it was her magnificent Sir Cuddles coming to aid her in this hour in need. Two. She had finally realized that her clothes had not survived her epic struggle intact. Sasha's face became as red as the strawberry jelly that was served on Friday's on the cafeteria, before quickly snatching Gregor by the shoulders and using him as improptu hiding spot.

"SIR CUDDLES, PROTECT MY DIGNITY!" She said, beet red, as she pressed the man-rat to her bared backside and tried to make a beeline for the nearest changing room as she picked the skirt. "This isn't over. No, it won't be!" She whined, half grumbling.

Gregor rushed as he could see another blast starting to charge up, knowing that if she was this mad that it could be the end of the school, for in his eyes Sasha was a beast apart from the others when she was enraged. A divine fury like an earthquake or typhoon that could only be calmed by the likes of him, or something else fluffy and cuddly. As Sasha came into view, Gregor spotted her lack of a skirt and he almost tripped over himself like a fool. Sasha yelped out for him to protect her dignity, and dashed towards him to use him as a hiding spot. Quickly, Gregor took the jacket he'd been using for a cape and draped it around Sasha's waist, creating an impromptu dress to keep others from seeing her from the waist down.
"Wha? Wuss happened to ya Sasha? Decided to try tha natural style?" Gregor asks as he's dragged along, not quite sure why her dress had been torn asunder.