[Round 2 - C] Jibril & Harley Quinn vs Retane & Victor

[Retane]

Retane wasn't blind. With his peripherals, he could see the rather large blob of molten rock coming in their direction. What he didn't expect was for his winged foe to grab ahold of him. Was she this foolish? Did she really think him to be so weak? The Namek sneered at Jibril, his lips curling as he looked her dead in her eyes. "Bring it bitch!"

A hue of dark green energy exploded around the Reaper as he tapped into the roots of his heritage, his power ascending once more. His knee shot up into the sternum of the angel, doubling her over and forcing her to release her grip on him. Both of Retane's arms were already becoming shrouded in what could be described as grey wind, mixed in with his current aura. From the Mark of Lythia, the same dark mist from before started to flow from beneath his cloak.

The mercenary glanced to the incoming assault of the mountain, then back to his enemy, then to the fighting pair beneath them. He shot Victor a telepathic heads up before turning back to Jibril. Retane loosed his first attack upon the angel with one arm, sending a cyclone of razor sharp wind her way while also propelling himself toward the center of the oncoming mass of lava. With his Feral Wind fist leading the way, the Namekian collided full force with his target.

Molten rock and wind collided momentarily. It was almost like a vacuum effect where the lava itself seemed to encompass Retane's forearm, burning and eating at the wounds the mutt had created earlier. Mixed with his own blood, the swirl around his arm came off as a bright violet color. Retane couldn't take the heat any more. His clothing was starting to spark up in flames in random spots. With a final roar the liquified rock exploded, showering the area as Retane released the final cyclone.

The fireworks simmered. The Namekian tossed his cloak as he hung there, tired and out of breath, staring deep into the eyes of an angel, whose visage spelled annoyance. Had Retane not done what he did, the trajectory of the molten rock would have come down upon Victor and Quinn, and it wasn't something Retane was willing to risk. Orbs formed into his hands as the razor burned angel simply winked. It was more than enough to set him off and with a guttural growl. The Namek only managed to fire off the first few blasts of his Controlled Scatter Shot, before Jibril was behind him, shooting a ray of energy into his back.

Arith paced beneath them as he surveyed the two fights, shouting, "Pew pew pew!" at Quinn when she fired a bullet in his direction, and pretending to shoot back. As he saw Retane take the shot in the back, he knew it was time to act. "Hey! Come down here you damned bat! Come down here so I can choke a chicken!"

She ignored him and chased after the Namek with her scythe ready in hand. Writh shook his head as he started to hum, remembering that Jack Frost had told him that if he believed it, he could do it. The words started in the Lythian's mind and soon he began to sing, "Oh, I believe I can fly! I believe I can reach that witch! Thinking about it right here and now! Gonna grab her go, kapow!"

As Arith sung, he began to float before taking off in a huge arc, coming down upon Jibril. The Golden Warrior reached behind him, in an attempt to grab at his favored weapons, only to realize they weren't there. "Shit!"

The angel looked behind her at the incoming nuisance, then back at the Reaper. His scythe had become the chained sickle, spinning loosely in his injured hand. Before Jibril could react, Airth was on her back, his legs wrapping around her wings, causing her to fold them in. Jibril bucked and tried to elbow the Dragon Warrior. Arith sang as he took each blow, "Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel, closer than Retane you are to me, baby!"

"Get off me, you fool!" Jibril yelled

"I can't! I have arachnophobia! I'm afraid of heights!" Arith struggled with the oversized fairy and dug his gloves in where ever he could as he tried to hold on.

"Impudent human!" The winged woman screamed.

"Yeah? Well your mama is a fucking llama!"

Before anything else could be said, Arith felt the sickle pierce through him and dig into the angel as the chain wrapped tight around the two.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jibril taunted." To scared for a fair fight."

Arith started to headbutt the angel repeatedly, even though blood flowed from beneath his helm., "Oh you thought this was a fair fight?" He managed. "Damned fool! This is the fucking Abyss!"

Retane produced a wicked grin and after a few moments it all became clear as countless orbs surrounded Arith and Jibril.

Arith laughed and choked for a second before finally screaming, ”Selfdestruct!!!!”

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Summoned Arith(1SP)
Used T2 for rest of round(4SP)

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