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Veneficus nodded to himself as the Dovagonian went flying into the floor. It seems technology was good for making weapons. Humans are good at making weapons. Well suited for war.

His thoughts were interrupted by the swords of The Prodigy and Mikasas Shadow Warrior clashing over and over again. Ther Breton had joined the fray this time and was by now, laughing quietly to herself as her 'friend' fought tooth and nail to keep The Prodigy held back. Veneficus suddely remembered the crystal tucked away in his robes that contained Mikasas knowledge of the elements. It strangely felt heavier than he ever noticed before.

''Probably because Mikasa is so close. She can't have it though. No, not whilst she has surrounded herself in the shadows like this.''

Again, the old man was snapped out of his thoughts as The Prodigy jumped back and used Miraaks sword to send two tentacles flying towards the Shadow and Mikasa both. They were both grabbed by the neck by theses horrid extensions of Herma Mora and were slowly getting the air squeezed out of them. Mikasas labored breathing could be heard weakening as the tentacle tightened its slimy grip around her throat.

The Old Man bounded towards the Breton and unleashed a powerful fireball. It exploded when it came in contact with the tentacle holding Mikasa. The radius was so large, the fireball explosion managed to destroy the other tentacle as well. Veneficus glanced over to Mikasa as she began to scream in pain having been caught in the blast radius and getting her skin burned.

Stupid bastard...Mikasa thought to herself as she couldn't hold back her groans and cries as she held her hand to her face and began to heal away the burn. Some scarring would be left, but that was a small price to pay for being free from the pain.