"Трендафилчето, калаферчето, Доне мамино..."
"Трендафилчето, калаферчето, Доне мамино..."
"Трендафилчето, калаферчето, Доне мамино..."
"Трендафилчето, калаферчето, Доне мамино..."
The lights were singing, a first for both sides, as Numbers of God was finally live. The Shadow watched on in horror as he tried to see what was going on, with Harvard giving his explanation. "Bit of a first for me, too. I knew they were dancing and singing, but I never thought to actually hear their lyrics. Seems that's the indicator on who's being the first to get attacked by the light." He'd begin calmly, as he'd take out a few cards, preparing Joker to create limbs out from a monster, more specifically of Fibonacci to guarantee the blade doesn't attempt to connect again.
"Attacked...? By what?" The Knight asked as he'd draw his blade again, letting it form back into its proper state, aiming to use the newly made shadows left behind by the dancing lights.
"Any attack we do to it returns to sender in Holy Radiance. Basically burning your soul with double of what you dished out to the barrier. Solomon tends to use this as a compromise on people, and I've seen it do some real damage whenever it comes down. Never got a good look personally though, as most people would only remain still and not let the lights kill us. Guess we'll see if we can both survive God's wrath."
"But that doesn't make any sense! Neither of us attacked this 'barrier' did we? Neither of us have attempted anything with it!"
"Are you sure?" Harvard's question stunted Eustace as he'd look to his side and see what he meant. The clash and parry from the Dragon Nails was carrying a marking, a seal placed to bind the spell within and prevent it from leaving. Questions rang through on if it was preventing his blade from further taking on a new magic style, but such questions laid dormant as soon as he put the pieces together. When Harvard engaged in his plan, he launched his hand towards the sword in an effort to force Sabnock's change. The only way he would be able to initiate the set-up was if it was through the shadows, but that wouldn't make sense at first. He holds Shadow Magic, so by his logic, it should've been sensed through. He placed those pieces together the moment he looked to his side and saw a face embedded in the darkness, laughing maniacally at such loose efforts.
Such a shadow that was attached to Solomon.
"...He casted Numbers of God on his own Shadow, and you picked it up through there to force the barrier on us."
"Bingo! Now you're getting it!" The boy lunged ahead and got to his usual close quarters brawl, watching as the blade attempted to come down and slash him across his arm. With Fibonacci, however, the blade curved. It twisted and missed the child directly, allowing the other arm to strike into both Eustace's hand and the Jewel embedded within. With both forces, not only did the handle snapped apart in the crushing twist, but the gem was starting to break as well, squished by the pressure.
SHIKK!!
A Drastic measure, as he allowed the damaged sword to cut into his own hand, allowing it to adapt and copy his own body, letting the hilt change into his head, letting such a gem be free and spin without worry of such a crush, as the attack goes through the other end. Harvard would throw a few more punches, but both the clone and Eustace dodge with relative ease, aiming to pincer him in response, aiming to strike him down and slice his neck apart, cleaving his head off to be free. A thought ran through that such damages would not let him be sustained for long, though such thoughts disappeared once more when the wound healed itself off, his body regenerated as if there was nothing left behind. To say Eustace was frustrated was an understatement. Amazed, yet frustrated.
SHIKK!!!
Further agitated when Harvard cut off his own head and let it soar freely, tossing it up into the sky, as the arms made by Fibonacci would slip ahold and start to spiral the two, invertedly forcing them to exchange blows and stab each other through the armor, the spin piercing through the metallic defenses and exposing such a shadowy form even further.
"ако ме сакаш при мен да дойдеш, Доне мамино..."
"я че те водим на нови пазар, Доне мамино..."
The chants were getting louder, the lights being brighter. Solomon's magic was responding beautifully and he needs a way out. Harvard was making the situation worse the longer he remained inside and held Eustace within it. The only way he's able to escape it is by the Shadows themselves. As he attempted this, however, he can feel his body being rejected by the darkness. Solomon has already seen ahead of this plan, issuing out Shady to keep him away and prevent him from going further, acting as a solid wall to ensure no escape is in sight. Eustace would try to let his blade strike through the Shadow, but as it is now given a proper form, all the blade did was be halted before it even had the opportunity to get a nick against the Biblical Sorcerer. "...You may indeed be worthy. Won't you get struck in the blast radius, too?" He'd ask, both in praise for such a thought, but also in playing around the inevitable fear and guilt a child would usually go to. Appealing to such emotion could usually have them second guess themselves and try to back away, or have possible regrets within their head as they follow along the decision. Harvard, however, simply smiles at the Knight and nods accordingly.
"Believe me, WAY ahead of you on that thought. Difference is, though... I'm not afraid." More punches thrown with Fibonacci, more dodges to prevent such a disastrous curve, but such an attack wasn't aiming towards the Dark Knight.
"там че ти купим сърмена сая, Доне мамино..."
"ти да я носиш я да те гледам, Доне мамино..."
"ти да я носиш я да те гледам, Доне мамино..."
It was aimed at the Barrier. Every curve, every shot, it was all for the Barrier. "You're a psychopath, you know that?" The Knight confessed, as he'd brace for the bright light.
"я да те гледам прилега ли ти, Доне мамино....!"