Now I stand, swaying gracefully. With all discordia imminent, a decisiveness must be mine.

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Probacon, still at a loss for words, still in an untinkered shock, still with chills flowing down the length of his spine, and still trying to anchor himself to this circumstance, could only gape forward in the fixation on the individual he stood with. "You!?"

"So, we art to dance, Mercurial Devil,” said the person with intrigue, stepping forward.

And there he was, the Olympian demigod, Bora, with a thematic change his yukata to a maroon and black one, and the caligae on his feet now visible, placing his hand on the end of the hilt of his weapon as usual.

The Djin clenched his teeth, deep in his unsureness from the many factors that played into this arranged clash.

"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE!!! THE NEXT COMBATANTS!!!" Dgiag announced, wasting no time to continue.

"In the first; the Djin that has not failed to ignite. The Golden-eyed Djin, Djin Pro!!!"

"And in the second; once more, The God Hand, Bora!!!"

The crowds roared with fervor, seeing the potential intrigues this contest would enact.

"This is not good by any means…” David uttered as with a grimacing frown he took seat at Fighter’s side, who himself carried a concerned look as the two faced the projection.

But then David would notice something else that was strange, turning to Fighter. “Also, since when were you here?” “Since a few minutes ago.” “How?” “I’m Wynn Fighter.”

"I implore thee! Your respects!" Dgiag exclaimed with a bow between Probacon and Bora.

They followed as requested, though it was clear to some that Probacon’s nerves seemed to be more tangled at the moment, which was more strange from what had been seen from him till that moment.

And amongst the observan was Bora, verily then keeping a watchful eye on him.

Dgiag sharply teleported out of the Field immediately afterwards.

The general consensus would look on with interest, glaring onto the battlefield, in wait of the upcoming contest, its events, and its result.

"BEGIN!!!" Dgiag exclaimed.

Probacon breathed deeply.

And then striding into a more composed stance, standing diagonally with his right leg forward and slightly bent, and his right palm opened and in his front, and his left fist parallel to his chest, he boldly looked to the goal at hand.

With no sort of delay, he immediately sprinted towards Bora, crossing the distance that separated them at full throttle.

What haste! Bora thought with an intrigued smile.

Verily his locomotion is like the actures o’ Zarthost-Tem, egal to the deific hybrid Ghouling and the winged, and kindless in all its ways!

Bora swiftly reacted the attempted shin kick from Probacon by catching the Djin's shin with his hand. But…’tis greatly lesser to many others, and thus verily lesser…

To me! Probacon’s leg was then pushed away from the demigod’s side.

And then Bora aimed an outside hook punch, but Probacon evaded, bending over backwards as the strike zoomed past his head.

~THE LORD'S PRAYER!!!~ Summoning forth his Nimbus, it aimed a chopping blow at Probacon's midsection.

But the Djin quickly recoiled forward, shooting an oral bolt of ki point-blank at Bora and his Nimbus.

However, no real damage would be inflicted upon the demigod, leaving him unfazed and unimpressed.

Probacon took sharp note of his response, retreating and working his mind for more strategies.

He also used it as a recuperative moment, taking slower, deep breaths, to measure his effectiveness and exertion, and his chances at success.

Then he grinned widely, displaying his ever strong confidence and determination.

Bora's eyes jumped in puzzlement.

"How strange…” He noted with no drive, waving his hand once towards the cautious Djin. "Hm? What?"

"Hitherto, thou hath appeared to tremor at the idea o’ a contest withal me."

Probacon’s expression would turn more serious upon hearing these words.

"What changed…Djin Pro?" Bora asked. Mine own acture may be shaped by his own say.

Probacon sighed, and heavily at that.

Nevertheless, his answer was both swift, and with a brimming smile. "It's as the Lord Draxo person said: No use in dwelling too long on the possible or impossible.”

"Ho?”

"For one thing, I won’t be able to move forward as intended by myself and the highest by centring too much on the state of affairs. And two, you are the ‘bad guy’ here. Therefore…"

The Djin would begin a striking adjustment of his position and poise, first shifting his legs apart with a decent gap between them, with his left ahead of and pointed more forward than his right.

Then his arms were swung graciously, forward and in rotary motions. "Regardless of any most likely ending…or any mountainous odds…"

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And he would finally completely change his standing, now high on positive emotion and energy "I'll be going out…on my own terms!"

《A reinvigoration of this noble phantasm, shining brightly as he always seemed to, and prompting from this the deistic servant…》

Bora smiled at this declaration, which despite its strangeness and inconsistent nature, looked like one of a proud predecessor smiling at his successor. "Thou truly art something, Djin."

"Such ist why I hath become thine egal e’en fore our contention, to give to thee due respect…to measure this battle's variably."

It was quite the gesture, and a gesture appreciated by the Djin..

"Thanks…but…” He spoke from the afar, and an attentive Bora listened.

“Don’t look down."

His statement deeply puzzled the Olympian, thus he looked down regardless of the Djin’s request.

Then he would see a greatly surprising sight, one of a reduplication of Probacon’s form and makings burrowing with a jump rapidly from beneath the surface with a confident smirk.

It unveiled completely, striking cleanly into Bora’s chin with a punch.

The unsuspected attack of spectacle continued, as both the clone and Bora rose upwards from varying causes.

The crowds stared in shock and disbelief, as the Djin had seemingly outsmarted another being, and one of the numens and deifics no less.

They returned to the ground with a clear difference in their stances, with one crouched and holding his jaw, and the other standing straight in all vim.

I turned lax… The Olympian thought, glaring at his opposition and adjusting his struck jaw.

The two Djins returned his eyeing with giant gleams on their faces.

Suddenly, Bora snapped his fingers.

All three were suddenly taken to a different location, a different space that still clearly was within the Field itself.

《To a strange place in an instant!》

The Probacons were initially taken aback by the sudden move, but even more by the space’s nature later on. "Wha-?” "Where?”

"A place o’ magic, under mine command. Whereupon fanciful tricks…art o’ no use.” Bora explained, loftier in sternness than ever before.

His change in attitude and this action proved an annoyance to the Djin and his double however, who gave each other a common look..

One of them then swiftly ripped off his left arm and began regrowing it just as rapidly, much to Bora's surprise.

"LET'S DO THIS!!!" The main one shouted as hurriedly dragged the arm apart and ripped it into chunks that flew off in various directions, and with the current double making his way towards Bora. "YEAH!!!”

The chunks began to be molded, and just like the other seemed to be becoming more duplicate of the Djin.

Probacon’s eyes then spread, as he found something odd about his current vision.

I…can see…through him… He meditated as he looked forward at Bora, amidst the formation of his clones.

I can see it all, his blood flow, his muscle action…everything...and even like time has slowed to my eyes…each second feeling just that much longer…

Is this…a power of ocular denomination? Some kind of ‘lucent perception’!!?

From chunks they would become full clones of a quadral number amidst their original’s brief analytic moment.

He gestured to them with a grunt, and with his eyes fixed on just one individual they saw and knew his intent.

The clones began to make stride and perform multiple tasks, all as they encompassed Bora.

Bora himself took poise in readiness for all countermeasures against the clones.

But two swiftly came in and disoriented him with rapid oral gusts of wind.

Afterwards those two immediately entered a spatial rift created by another as one in their unit began grabbing some scrap items from what was around them. And keeping a keen eye on all their actions was Bora.

Then, one of the clones blitzed and struck Bora, greatly bruising his abdomen which was struck and confounding him at the same time.

I…cans't repair mineself!?, thought a perplexed Bora, realizing that the wound failed to rapidly heal and cover up on its own as it naturally would.

He then looked at the clone, who himself glared at him intensely. E’en mine eternal and reformative perpetuities hath been rescinded also…?

Fascinating…

The clone hurriedly drew himself away from Bora.

Only to dart back to exchange physical blows with Bora, boosted by its esoteric energies.

And with his resolve and unrelenting offense, he managed to constantly overwhelm and harm Bora who could but afford to act defensively.

I ist not in a place ideal for me…, mentated the demigod, with teeth gnashed in frustration.

Suddenly, he formed two spinning black balls of psychic energy on either hand, infusing also with other energies. The balls themselves seemed to warp space, reality and logic around them with their spinning.

He threw the balls past the clone before him and at a defenseless main Probacon at immense velocity.

But the two other clones suddenly jumped in and managed to reflect the balls away, though they had to leave their prior tasks and were harmed in the process.

The balls would detonate a great distance afar, leaving great black doming blast

And to replace themselves, they created more clones to enact their duties.

But before they dissipated, they overwhelmed Bora with a few beams of ki, just as the one who fought him physically didn't let up in his assault either.

Then two items in the shape of small bulky discs made from transmuted objects picked up and coursing with magical verve were flung at him by the two newer duplicates.

From those discs came some waves with no destructive effect, leaving Bora slightly puzzled.

But then he was unable to properly sense all that he naturally could, coming to the realization of the true intent of those discs. Hath mine perceptions been tempered?!!

Because of his crippled sensibility, everything and everyone was instantly teleported back to the main Field.

Sharp defensive action with reflection power, a head-to-head clash that draws attention…the anti-spatial and ambush rift squad…and offensive support via ranged ki attacks, and preparing devices to wear down and possibly neutralize the target…

And I'm here, in the middle of it all…the grand conductor of the grand plan!, ruminated the original Probacon, as the pieces of his plan slowly settled into place.

And with this new lucent perception…

And all acting as planned, all present clones made a dash towards a static Bora. Just maybe…!!

《With the untapped battle genius's slow self-unveiling…》 《All seems possible.》

Suddenly Bora looked up, with a glare of great ferocity like never before.

《But…》

"No more.” He declared in an echoing voice, released alongside a reverberating pulse traveling through the length of the platform…

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