[18:29] The approach of so many from those of Osrona brought her attention - notably Stephen Crowbert alerting her of such. It was a good idea to get a crow as a familiar after all. He landed upon the Seer's head, and it brought her attention to the oncoming battle. The ritual could not be disrupted, no matter what.

Anger seethed from her, heat radiating from the Witch as she rose up and dove headfirst into the fray surprisingly. Melehan sung a tune of bloodshed, as it floated next to her, slicing at those who dared to come close to the Demon Seer herself.

There would be no summoning of Douma to protect her, not here. He had his own issues to work on - namely killing humans himself. So it was left to her. Andrew was on the unfortunate receiving end of Sibylle's little wrath. The Witch vibrated with enthusiasm for the oncoming destruction, so much so her feet momentarily left the ground and she....

Practically 180'd above the grass before landing back onto her feet. How she achieved such a result was a mystery that only she knew. However, the dreaded Kaorblade at her side, ever floating of it's new owner spun outwards suddenly, directed by Sibylle's own hand as flames covered it.

"You aren't you aren't you aren't YOU AREN'T DISRUPTING THE RITUAL!" She practically screeched at the top of her lungs. "Go away! Go away and DIE! If I have to sacrifice you to the Dark Lord himself I SHALL!" A wave of rippling mana, invisible to the naked eye, blasted from the Witch's hand. It came mere inches from colliding with the Oracle, instead slamming into a tree...

And uprooting the tree entirely.

"BUT MELEHAN SHALL TASTE YOUR BLOOD FIRST!"
(Sibylle)
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[18:34] Andrew smiled as he felt the light shine down upon his body, was it Fear? Acceptance? Joy? Sadness? So many different emotions filled his body at the moment. He was clear what his objective was and what needed to be done to keep the would save from the wraith of the Demons.

Andrew closed his eyes, begin reciting some words.

"Vorna you will see us though the very end. I don't seek power anymore, but knowledge and for you to keep my future bright. I seek for you to guild me into the light and keep me there, allowing me to bring others with me as well.

Please guild us the days were these wars will be a thing of the past. Please use me in a way which allows me to inflict your will upon others."

Andrew eyes open, baring a Crimson color.

"You've had your fun, but it's over now I refuse to let all these wonderful fall victim anymore. This will be a lesson and a test of mankind's will and you will learn to respect it."

Andrew raised his hands and begin to rain down stars covering the field into star explosions. He'd use every ounce of his circuits even if it felt like it was killing him.

"YOU"LL FALL HERE!"
(Andrew Mercia)
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[18:41] ** Andrew Mercia has inflicted an injury upon Sibylle. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-10 Vit)") **
[18:51] Andrew danced around with the woman even she got the better of him in the first round; however, the man hear a voice in his mind. The voice continue telling him to push though the pain, push though the dark oppressive force of the occult and find the light.

Andrew thought back to were he battled his depression and finally the light couldn't be anymore clear.

"LET ME GO!"

The man shouted into the sky as a Crimson beam hit his body, filling him with power. He'd raise his staff up slowly, struggling to maintain all the power within his body. Veins could be seen pultruding from his head.

He struggles to speak, but slowly the words come out.

"G-game over..."

Multiple Stars begin to crash down into the area destroying everything around them. Andrew released a scream due to the amount of pain his body was under induced with the rage potion.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The field was covered in bright Crimson Stars leaving a area full of sparkles. The young man feel to his knee, painting looking at the downed woman.

The battle was over...
He won...
(Andrew Mercia)
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[18:59] Sibylle, for some reason, found her anger only growing in intensity. Cosmic users were something of a sore spot for her - her battle against Valero, when all she could do as Jasper was simply try to dodge what he threw at her came to mind.

The burning, searing pain upon her cheek a constant reminder of what he had done to her.

So she fought back against him twofold - even bringing him to his knees. Melehan tasted blood, and the intensity of the scythe seemed to only grow. The air around the duo fighting stifling even his own cosmic magic, as grass and plants all around the Seer and the Scythe withered and died away. But...

Andrew's sudden scream caused Sibylle to pause, large brown eyes staring as her head tilted curiously. That was when the stars began crashing down all around her, with Sibylle having no where to go. A shard of one of those stars struck her against her face, forcing out a loud hiss from her as she leapt backwards.

It was pointless. He was too strong? She had never seen someone with the amount of various magics as him, and it irritated her to no end. Blood dripped down her cheek, as Sibylle aimed to escape back to the safety of the tower itself.
(Sibylle)
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