AfroMania was caught off guard and barely dodged the swing, falling backwards he quickly flipped backwards on his hands and landed...
Mania: My your one tough bastard...Looks like I'll be able to enjoy this fight. *he reroutes the aura from his hands into his index and middle finger on both hands and aims at DeathWatch* Let's see how quick you can be. *fires a dual blast of thin, intense, aura energy beams*
The beam pierced straight through Deathwatch's cloak, leaving a thin, smoking hole; fortunately for him, he had no actual body to speak of, so he didn't feel a thing. That wasn't to say he was pleased, though. He was quite irate at his cloak being damaged.
"Inconsiderate wretch," the phantom snarled, thrusting his hand out. The flow of time, to Mania, slowed to a crawl. "Time waits for no man, as my...idiot grandson would say."
Meanwhile, in Blackmore's Flying Castle, Aeon sneezed. "Oh, man. Wonder what that's about?"
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Aeon, be a good little grunt and shut up," said Blackmore impatiently, "
This is simply disgraceful. It seems that nobody respects true evil anymore unless it has a pretty face and a charismatic smile to go with it...things were different in my day, yessir. It seems as though the good old days of slaughter and terror have gone, though..." He sighed. "
Being a villain used to mean something..."