Giorgio pulled at Eos's fingers, trying to part them from his throat, but it was impossible: her grip was too tight. The more her wings flapped, the higher the volume of fiery air came into contact with Giorigo's skin. Eos held him inside a furnace with ever-increasing heat. Even the air he breathed burnt his nostrils. He felt as if he was melting. His vision grew dimmer, and he was starting to wonder if this battle had already crowned its victor. Then an epiphany struck him like thunder; it was right in front of him the whole time. Eos was going to be the reason he would escape. As the heat around him increased, the soapy water from his skin dripped off; he was, quite literally, melting, but it gave him an escape route. He released one of his hands from Eos's and allowed it to bathe in the sauna of the air. Slowly, he watched as a water droplet began to form on the tip of his finger; it slid down to the joint, before culminating all the weight it had picked up on its short travel and stopping. And then it fell. For Giorgio, all time seemed to stop as he followed the droplet's path; his precision and timing here would have to be perfect, or else Eos would catch on, stop the bubble from landing, and ultimately end his escape route. But then it made contact with her arm. One singular bubble, as minute and inconsequential as a grain of sand, formed on the surface of the droplet. This was enough for him to substitute himself with the bubble's position.
Eos, with her expanded knowledge, realised Giorgio's scheme, but the droplet had already touched her. She predicted that he would change positions with this tiny bubble, making a similar replica of himself from the bubble, as he once did to fool her into thinking she had killed him, and place that in her grasp instead. Therefore, she released her grip. This was a tactical play, proven instantly as Giorgio suddenly appeared from her forearm, leaving behind the familiar cool sensation in its place. What she had released was, in fact, a bubble in the shape of Giorgio, which would have popped into countless clones, had she kept her grasp steadfast.
Giorgio rested on her arm momentarily, in order to blow harmless bubbles in her face as a distraction, and leap backwards out of her path. Giorgio smiled an arrogant grin whilst he fell; they momentarily glanced at each other with the most respect two rivals can give, for they both knew the battle was just starting. Giorgio recoated himself with a fresh wave of soapy armour and devastated the earth with his monumental impact: he was higher up than he thought. Eos had flown up with great pace, alluding to the fact that her speed had now vastly improved in this new form. Eos now had clear advantages over him: great speeds, wings, and high intelligence on his projection and its techniques. As of now, Giorgio and his innate projection, 'Squeaky Clean', are completely useless against Eos; she has completely outmatched him. In such a case, where Giorgio has no options left, he has one last technique stored, which can wholly shift the wave of war. No one alive has seen this technique, for he only activates when certain he cannot win, and its power is so vast and unbelievable that, if used properly, it can ensure victory from the moment it's activated.
He controlled his breathing once more and herded all the spirit left in his body to one place, one singular channel of power. It had sat dormant in his soul for so long, rarely ever getting fed the spirit it longed for. But now, it was coming out with strength far too powerful to be labelled as man's creation: this was the power of a God.
Eos realised what he was doing and the uncontrollable, unpredictable nature it would lead to; she swept down from her throne of volcanic air and dived towards Giorgio, but it was pointless.
'My ultimate power, my final resort; fail me not, soul. Flawless Mirror, give me: 'Fico Di Amalfi'.'
As Eos drew within an area of attack, Giorgio raised his arms with great speed, and a gigantic wall of water erupted from the ground, causing her to stop instantly. The wave stood high and in place; not a single drop of water fell from its structure, yet it continually rushed upwards as if it were a real, moving wave in the ocean. He smiled as he brought the wave down, causing Eos to flutter away desperately in order to avoid coming into contact with it.
A fantastic resurgence of spirit overwhelmed Giorgio's body; he felt as if he had just been revived from a long sleep, and now possessed his full power once more. Although the projection technique, Fico Di Amalfi, wasn't inherited from his own projection, Giorgio can still use it to its full potential. Now, he had a completely new move set unbeknownst to Eos, with a full body of spirit to support its attacks.
Eos repositioned herself in the air and away from Giorgio. She waited for him to attack in order to study his technique and learn his moves yet again, but he did not do anything. Giorgio had the upper hand as of now, since she was ignorant of his capabilities, but acting recklessly and allowing her to study him would make this entire tactical operation redundant. Therefore, he gambled on one powerful move, with all his newfound spirit, and hoped that it could nullify her technique to the point of victory for him.
They stared at each other intently, both anticipating the other to attack. Yet, when neither did so, Giorigo took the initiative and sprinted inside the closest building to his right. Eos dived to the bottom floor and split the entire wall in half with her sunrise beams. The line of windows to the laundromat shattered instantly once in contact with the beams, spraying the ground with shards as fine as grass. Giorgio had just missed being hit by the beams; he luckily climbed the staircase just beyond the door, the two bottom steps being eviscerated as he left them. Eos swept into the building through the gaping wall, crashing into the staircase as she did so; the crater she had left in the windows was far too small for precise invasion. In fact, the entire building was extremely narrow and difficult for Eos to navigate through without tearing the entire place down. The laundromat was scarcely used, and its lack of attention and funding was made extremely apparent as Eos was able to fly straight through the rotted wood ceiling with no contest. She was now floating between the second floor's corridor and the first floor's destroyed laundromat. Giorgio was at the end of the corridor; it was barely wide enough for one, but Eos could see that at the end of the corridor sat a window in a tiny room, shining back at her and showing off its amazing view of the wall of its neighbouring building. Eos assumed that was where Giorgio was headed; he would perhaps leap from it and climb his way up the wall, then use the rooftops as a means of traversal. She quickly flew after him, her wings obliterating anything that came into contact with them. Both walls beside her were sliced like vegetables as her pace dramatically increased. She had closed in on Giorgio, and her arm reached out to grab him, but then his course changed out of nowhere. Her eyes followed him as he suddenly leapt out of a different window to her left, previously out of Eos's sight, a complete blind spot for anyone who wasn't within the room's immediate vicinity. It was placed in secret in the corner of the room and looked back out into the street. It was only noticeable to those who are extremely perceptive, and looking in at the right angle from the corridor. Eos soon realised that, by continuing to fly straight, but having her attention diverted to her left, she was now on course to crash through the oncoming window and straight into the neighbouring building she once thought Giorgio was heading. And so she did. The building, being reinforced more heavily with its structural foundation, soon cushioned Eos's momentum, causing her to drown in its debris.
Giorgio summoned a wave of water below his feet whilst he was still airborne, and allowed it to carry him down the street. He looked like a madman surfboarding on top of a tsunami. The wave rocked back and forth, up and down, as the current grew fiercer, but his balance never faltered. He had a planned destination, but the route he would take was soon interrupted, as Eos reemerged from her resting place. She shot through the roof of the building and observed his course in motion. Diving towards him, her wings ignited fully in flames; she looked like a devil, soaring through the sky. Giorgio looked back and realised she had closed in at an exceptional pace. He increased the current of the wave, whilst also sacrificing a large portion of its body, to allow the back of the wave to rise much higher. He hoped that this barrier would deter and halt Eos, but she flew straight through it with ease, doing a full three hundred and sixty degrees spin to protect her wings from extinguishing. The water he had sacrificed was done so in vain, and his wave had now become both smaller and slower. Giorgio grew worried and sacrificed more of the wave's momentum and volume to form walls on either side of Eos, trapping her in a tighter area, and restricting her options of possible space to manoeuvre around. He brought the waves down in unison, but her speed allowed her to fly beyond their crash. As the waves collided and surged upwards, he transformed the peak of the splash into razor-sharp blades, shooting them towards Eos with speeds resembling bullets. Yet, even from a quick glance, she was able to weave between their lines of direction.
Giorgio no longer had enough momentum in the wave to make the turn necessary to carry on down the street; he was headed straight for a building. Then, Eos appeared behind him and grabbed the collar of his blazer. She kept her speed and direction and soared into the building. But before they could exit on the other side, Giorgio coated his hands with a body of deep, pressurised water and pressed them to Eos's hand. It seared and hissed as her hand burned. She felt pain beyond comprehension, and although it was brief, she could not withstand the cool burning it was stimulating. She dropped Giorgio in the middle of a room in the complex and left through the other side of the wall. He was pleased with the results of his water technique, especially considering its minuscule quantity. He was now certain that his plan would work; he just had to put it into action.