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He activated the assault/protection unit imprinted on the palm of his right hand. for no apparent reason a thick, red-hot pillar exploded from beneath his foe's feet and enveloped that graceful figure. It was a torrent of magma invoked by the a/p unit. Ah, but on closer inspection, in those flames staining the heavens lotus-flower red despite the density of the darkness as they stretched in a sheer wall who knows how high into the sky, there arose countless faces. Those who had fallen at Armageddon were even in the boiling, molten rock. His foe trapped in the flames as well. He merely shielded his face with the edge of his cape; not a quiver broke his pose, One got the impression the fiery geyser couldn't touch a hair upon his head.
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Suddenly the plain went from crimson to stark white. The pillar of flame ceased to move in an instant, and on that towering column and around the disk thousands of miles in each direction to support the sky, sparkling jewels began to affix themselves as if they had been there from the very beginning. From red hot to intense cold these were the two phases of his attack, executed without even a bit of respite. The he saw it. Minus 459 degrees. Frozen to absolute zero, where movement even on a molecular level should have stopped, his foe slowly opened his eyes. The hue his gaze exuded wrought a change upon the white pillar; changed it to vermillion. Just like his eyes. The instant his foe let the cape shielding his face fall away effortlessly, the prison of ice that should have held him for all eternity vanished without a trace

Vampire Hunter D: Armageddon