"You REALLY wanna step up NOW!? With all THIS!?!" Stolas was gloating. Everything in regards to the fight left his mind immediately as he lived out such a dream like this. One could call it selfish, but as soon as they put themselves in similar shoes, anyone else would gloat much the same. Deltoro merely cracked his neck and stared into their eyes, the Maze quickly building back up and starting anew, taking in five styles at once: The Stars, Evolution, The Monster Magic, Shady, and the Hand set discarded. All that was left to cover was the hands and feet. Even as he stared down towards a potential death, the Bull never backed away.
Evolution adapted again, the Bull makes his first step. An immediate clash between such heads, as the hands came out and tried to grab ahold. The Nuckelavee was quick on stabbing through with the knives, slashing and ripping through such nerves to shut them out and make them disabled. Despite this counter, they came in waves. It wasn't enough to cut them all down, so instead, it sharpened its legs entirely, still retaining its hoof-like feet, acting as steel blades to barrage back. Stolas would fire a Star into the maze to blast him back, regaining his control over the beast, letting it scale and ride across the mass of bloodied arms, aiming to snag and drag Deltoro across the walls again, shifting its head to the side in order to dig into the stone and batter the Bull's head over and over, in the hopes of breaking it off and getting a proper view of his face. Deltoro, meanwhile, shifted his own weight to pull the beast over and try tumbling it into the ground.
It wasn't able to notice the Shadows were quick to respond, warping and catching the trio's efforts, before throwing it right back in an angle where his back now became its focus, the hole getting bigger with each passing moment. Instead of breaking the terrain and sharing the maze its secrets, Stolas guided the Nuckelavee to use each corner as a bounce, each corner into a hit, each corner into a bludgeon. Deltoro would be frantic, tossing the body over and aiming Shady to snag into one of its legs, in an effort to knock off its rider and guarantee some proper progress. Evolution kicked in again thanks to Encore, the legs now warping into the shadow itself, gaining back proper footing and even letting it deliver a sweep that tripped over the Bull. Every chance it tried to take advantage of the situation, he'd only be met with Evolution matching and adapt it to a new problem. In that small instant, Deltoro pushed his luck and worked along with the adaptation, gripping the beast by the horns, stomping down and slowing the fight so he can get a better view of what he needs to do. "Every attack I land becomes an advantage. Every push becomes a pull. Because of my condition, you got stronger... So let me remedy this problem with another one."
"Thou shalt not Steal..."
A Booming voice, one that traced through the stars and hit the Nuckelavee in its brain. As it became paralyzed, Deltoro threw its head down and scaled up, ready to unleash a hellish hook to dig Stolas through the wall and make him unconscious. As he did...
WHAM!!!
Immediate swat, as the Biblical Sorcerer got his reprieve back, the Royal Devil in tow. Applin's hammers were made as soon as he used the commandment, the two watching as Solomon and Zazel charged into battle. She threw her hammer up high, letting Solomon catch it as he rides through with his own horse: War. The kicker, however, was that the Shadow was made once he took it, letting it serve as the first strike to prevent him from stealing the Hammer's magic. With this bash, Stolas and Harvard followed it up with Sagittarius and Lemegeton, firing at the same time, the cross between Heaven and Hell made again for the Star Bullet. In that same motion, Solomon wound up the Hammer and brought it down as Zazel couples it with lightning through Furfur's sigil, letting the discharge violently rip through Deltoro's body and break it apart, leaking such energy out even more in both release and damage. Even with all of that, he chooses to stay firm, launching out his own Monster Magic as he capture's the Star Bullet, letting his body warp and take on a new appearance, the stonework turning blood red, the Horns protruding and multiplying, the eyes now gaining pupils that went uncontrollable in sight.
A Demon.
From that sudden shift, He'd capitalize on the attacks, watching as the Wonderland around them convert his hellish attacks as a Holy Counterpart, breaking through both in the process.
"Hell -> Heaven."
"I found it..." He'd whisper, as he watched the group be pushed back at the cancelation of both magic styles. They were too tainted with such Demonic influence, with a wince from Zazel confirming their suspicions that if such light meshed with such darkness directly, it'd break apart and cause no effect. "Well? Aren't you going to adapt to it? Or has the Devil of the Sea taken enough...?" Calm, yet strong, as if he's planned this ahead of time. He was quick to snag the hammer and take it as his last style, leaping up and casting his Final Gambit.
"Maze Magic. Daedalus..."
"For Now on.. No one can cast magic within this Maze until they leave it."
Immediately upon hearing such words, Harvard raced to his body, already feeling the pain of splitting himself, letting the Nuckelavee still take hold, but not able to properly take advantage of the magic style. The beast remained, the style abandoned. More walls were made, both to close off each other and to box them all in small sections, as Deltoro came back down swiftly, already seeing victory at his grasp. "You were focused on using everything besides the new world and not aiming for the exit. You aimed for me and not at your freedom. Like his son to the sun, you dove too close. You got too greedy. Now you shall pay with your life." His voice echoed as he took aim for Solomon first, deeming him as the bigger threat without having to worry about size differences. The last thing he wanted is to fight the Nuckelavee bare-handed, now that he restricted himself from his own magic style. A Gamble, but one he is willing to take if it means a guaranteed kill. He'd slam down into the ground, barely missing the Biblical Sorcerer, watching his summon dissipate, all alone with a mere book in his hand. The head harbored the magic of Evolution in the case he wishes to take his own adaptation.
He winds up one punch, and threw it without mercy.