Maluk would behold the minotaur in nearly equal size to him and his Orcish look. They we're almost as tall as one another. "A guardian like myself. A pleasure to see you again, Gravarin. So it's name is Agis, hmm? Curses are suitable to my Lord's needs as his guardian. I can protect him with an endless curse. It's good to know you entrust me with such power, Lord Azmarati. I will cherish this weapon and extension of myself, from this point on." Maluk would walk towards Siral now, getting even larger to a large eighteen feet tall. His eyes now glowing bright green and his armor underneath his body would be clearly visible as advanced beast scales. What would seem like hand-made armor is actually his body underneath morphed into a super powerful carbon and iron base inside his body. His knuckle bones would begin to jut out sharply and his brows would now have orcish spikes you'd see on one of their warlords. With the same outfit he was wearing, it would now be obvious his outfit was also magical to look like it does even when he's small, though in the case of massive orc Maluk, he would look more like a warrior they would all worship in some fantasy legend they'd foretell. A true warlord. He'd toss the blade up into the air by sliding it out straight up into the air by gripping the sheath firmly and hurling the sword up high into the sky, it'd glimmer in the nova-light of the nearby star for good couple seconds away,.,He'd leap forwards and start sprinting just as he'd run forward with his claws ripping the dust and grass up underneath him, spewing a high-density green laser directly to Siral's body straight from his glowing green eyes as he holds his sheathe back, lacing the end of the leather bindings around it on his hands on the entrance end of the sheath. As he runs forward, he'd loosen the sheath up and swing it in a vertical arc from behind, making the bindings extend and knock the blade through the air at Siral as he prepares another ray blast from the dispersion of the energy in his mind from millennia of training as a shape-shifter. He'd only growl a laugh as he attempts to incapacitate him and help Lady Kallen and show his gratitude properly for his gift, by using it with all his might and skill before their guests. Even Maluk enjoyed his job.
Racutio would only smirk notoriously under his hood for a brief moment, before returning to his usual straight-faced calm expression he usually has in combat. His freestyle combat often always involved changing stance constantly to different emotional combat styles to screw with his opponents with no expression and combining his ability to see the intent of others just by looking at the soul they have and the way it moves around them or inside them. But, the biggest giveaway that he was making himself at their level now, is that his eyes stopped glowing, and his power is hidden, seemingly by his robe-like wanderer's jacket. It seemed to enhance his suppression greatly, making him seem powerless, even though it has other abilities to it that say otherwise with his slayer-style fighting style. In a matter of seconds, he'd spin on his heel, turning to the version of Rei he recalled as Dark Rei that he sensed had moved positions, he'd only reach his left hand up as if he's going to grab the scythe, but instead, the scythe would pass through him like a ghost as an afterimage and the scythe's momentum would more than likely be sent to the ground by it's tip, and quite possibly be stuck too. He'd appear behind her, and smile. "Well, if you don't mind interrupting, I don't mind switching places for a moment. So, to keep you kids preoccupied, I'll bring out Flaris and Frostarion to handle you kids while I handle our other belligerent guests. Teakkyo and Konra are a bit out of line, and I warned them, after all. So, enjoy the summoned power of my Deities of Cold Mind and Fiery Aggression!" With that, Racutio would disappear, and instead, an explosion like a huge lava bomb would pound into the top of the warehouse like a meteor, and almost immediately at the same time, a psycho-kinetic pulse and a flurry of snow would erupt out of nowhere. After the fire and snow clear, there stands two extremely intimidating summoned beings, made by fractions of Racutio's abilities and power. The biggest one being the one referred as Flaris (clearly the tall one in heavy volcanic armor with a new-age samurai style blaze-tail hairstyle that looks like it's literally made of fire. His armor looking like a combination of volcanic stone and veins of magma flowing through his armor and lines down his burning eyes. In his mouth would be a long expensive cigar. Behind him, facing blue power Rei and Zephyr, would be none other than the deity of Cold Mind who commands psychic capabilities and the cold elements of frost, liquids, and solids to moisture with his mind. Down side, is Frostarion has no emotion. He would stand there in his long, bright white with icy permafrost plates covering his waist past his belt and over his shoulders much like you'd see on a samurai or ninja. On his head would be a helmet made of the same crystal permafrost material that looks like an icicle style knight helmet mixed with a hood, with several icicle style spikes going out of the top of the front like arching spikes like you'd see on an elder frost dragon of a vicious frost giant. His whole aura would be like a chilling mist around him, and sheathed at his waist on his icy belt would be an icy crystal blade on each side of his waist. One a ancient, almost icy blue raindrop shaped blade, while the other is a five and a half foot long blizzard-style moon-blade that sits firmly on the left, ready to be unsheathed on the right. Both would open their eyes at once and their souls would come alive as Racutio opens a rift and passes through it as it closes just as Zephyr swoops in at him, not a moment too soon. A rift would open up behind Konra, and instead of killing him like Konra intended to do to Teakkyo, Racutio would merely bend his left arm back a little bit, before attempting at backhanding Konra in the right side of his neck with the sharp obsidian knuckles with the super-human strength he's known for, as well as the blood-rending power of his left arm to hurt and possibly briefly paralyze him. The rift behind him would close as he merely shakes his head lightly and murmurs disappointment to him mockingly. "What did I tell you about going too far, denizen of Limbo? I'm afraid killing here would be a waste of time. And I won't let you forsake what you have left merely for revenge. You haven't realized how selfish revenge is yet still, I see. You won't forsake who you are on my watch, Konra. Not while I'm here to stop you. Teakkyo hasn't taken your humanity from you. You've taken your humanity from yourself by dwelling on thoughts of vengeance and retribution. That's not justice. Justice is making him pay the right way by forcing him to help others and getting paid to do it…" Racutio would stand with a leisure stance, but would in fact be ready to strike again if necessary. He was intervening briefly with this fight before it goes too far.
Siral's already damaged armor would begin to crack, but the sword would glance off at the first stab, but the momentum would break the elbow plates off, and the sheath hitting his elbow would strike his elbow bone in a weird way due to the combination of Oricalcum and Vibranium, causing him to roar as his bones rattle from the inside out, his fear presence would appear again, but would be cut short as Maluk swoops in with a laser ray from his eyes that burns through his chest armor and knocks him back into the giant bone yard's beast ribs that are now splintered and about to break, even through a lot have been used. He'd growl in a daze, angry, with drool escaping his lips. "Ugh…Damn you..! How dare you call yourself a goblin, turning on a Ogre General is garbage!" His voice would change to his darker nature again as his eyes retain their fiery Despair ability look as he zeroes in on Kallen again, then to Maluk, then back to Kallen, having his eyes darting now in a quick panicked calculation. He can't focus on- He's hit in the chest with the curse blade, right between his ribs, and then again is blasted in the torso, burning away more of his armor with another aura-ray blast. He'd cough out a splurt of blood from his insides being hit off guard twice in a row, and he'd fall to his knees, with his fists against the ground as he tries to breath, even though he's now internally cursed. He'd grab the grip of Maluk's blade and pull the blade out, tossing the blade at the dirt as he tries to breathe with a curse plaguing his insides now, as well as internal spiritual damage, as well as structural damage to his inside bones from the Vibranium. He'd wheeze and roar and growl to himself in pain as he slowly drags himself to his feet, weak, and nearly defeated, but still kicking with what power and armor he has left. He'd roar at the both of them and swing both of his cleavers down, making the ground quake tremendously with his super-strength, causing the ground of the environment that the tower made to split open slightly in effect with the quake.
As soon as Frostarion's icy eyes came to life, he would merely fold his arms away into the huge white frosty sleeves of his long winter season armored monk robes, the icy emotionless eyes gazing deeply at Zephyr and blue-haired Rei with her great sword. His icy breath would jet from the slits in his frozen helmet, and he would seemingly know the battlefield at that exact moment. He would breathe in the cold air he's now created around himself, and sigh the cold frozen oxygen outwards in refreshment. A sign he is at one with himself and his environment. His cold ice blue pale glowing eyes would gaze at Rei first, and he would speak finally in an emotionless, cold echo, from the voice of a handsome gentleman, who's been chilled to a life of nothing, and no real objective, other than to live. The voice of one born without emotion. Making him the deity summon of Cold Mind made by Racutio himself to store his cold-hearted nature, and take the psychic abilities from himself to make a fight fair, while also manifesting those abilities as a life of their own. "It is a pleasure to meet you blue, power-oriented Rei. I am Racutio's intellectual and emotionless cold side. Allow me to be the opponent of you and the Guardian of Hope, Zephyr, until Racutio is finished and I may merge with him once again…" With that said, he would begin to coat the whole of the warehouse on his side with an icy look, and as he breathes in once more, he'd then breathe out in a more aggressive manner, causing a flurry to be summoned literally out of nowhere directly at them, as if summoned supernaturally by him, or commanded to appear by Frostarion himself. The ice being an area of effect, so it would be a chilling effect over the time of the fight. Meaning they would either be slowed down by the cold or freeze altogether if they're weak to the cold.
Flaris on the other hand, his fiery eyes would immediately come to life, and he'd look directly at the purple, more commanding, and intellectual Rei in front of him with the scythe, and he would only billow his distaste at her for trying to sneak up on Racutio to begin with. He'd grab the massive obsidian stone rod that seems to look like a broken hilt with no weapon to it at all. "Racutio may not care what you do in a fight, but I think what you tried to do dishonorable in a fight. We are, like you, segments of Racutio's whole, and have our own feelings. I am Racutio's intense aggression, allowing him to not get angry in combat if need be, and centering his anger and channeling it through myself. I am the embodiment of anger and destructive volcanic warfare. I will crush you with the power of stone and fire, smoke and sulfur! And your scythe…" Flaris would pull back his seemingly broken hilt, and all of a sudden magma would pour from the base of it, making a long liquid-hot melting magma chain that would look solid, and at the end of it, a pin-cushion style flail would form at the end at least two and a half feet wide, covered in spikes, would materialize, made of what looks to be a lava-bomb fresh out of a volcano and has slightly solidified, making a spiky pin-cushion flail right out of hell. His demonic-looking helmet would form on his head with a mantle of razors on it's sides, and as if commanded to live, the plume on the back would jet to life, looking like an afterburner on a jet, and causi9ng all of the other vents on his armor to come alight with flames much like his plume just did, showing the might behind Racutio's fire element being used as his primary when angered. The real weight would appear behind Flaris as he begins to crush the and melt the ceiling of the warehouse as he begins to walk forward towards purple Rei, dragging the flail behind him menacingly as his armor burns and sets his side of the warehouse into a melting, self-made foundry underneath his feet. "The question is, how long can you survive against a walking volcano instead of a supernatural planewalker…Perhaps I'll merely cook you alive before Racutio has to enlighten your games anymore!"
Nericaru on the other hand, would now walk over to his Uncle Azmarati and Iridan, with his animalistic self swiftly catching up, crouched down like a beast panting away like a vicious and happy wolf after a recent kill. The seal Nericaru made sucking the segment of soul energy into the tower and devouring and purifying the Darkness that the duplicate Saiya spewed out. Duplicated Darkness or not, it was still the real thing come to life. That was the risk with that. The soul energy would light up the Darkness then eat it whole like a monster, sealing it away within the deep far reaches of the underground recesses beneath the tower. The seal would then disappear to where he sealed away the Darkness in the underground tower prison. Nericaru would keep his animalistic side out with it's curse mask activated, and his weapons out. The original would stand there in his normal state, holding his knives the same way in defensive stance backwards. "So, Uncle Dervain, it's been awhile. Still doing contract work in easy chump dimensions? I've been working in Nirn nonstop, so Tamriel and it's outlying continents are pretty much covered by my father's sect of the Black Hand. I would hope you've kept busy too. You may not be able to beat dad, but I know you have experience on me, so I'd love to get a spar in with you to learn some techniques from you. Diversifying and learning from others is the best thing I've learned with my combination eyes. Having a combo of mom's eyes and dad's allows me to see and do things others can't. a lot like Sharingan in a way…Anyways, how do you want to do this? Me and you against one another, or me and some of my clones versus both of you at once?"
