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The air screams as Tac grinds to a halt, his momentum reversing and moving him towards Trei with preternatural speed. For anyone else the stress of jerking their body as he did would certainly dislocate a few joints at the very least, but he seems not to notice. He would come hard and fast, keeping low to sweep the man's legs out from under him in what almost seems to be a sliding tackle, a faint shimmer of green running across his skin. His left handed weapon is kept close to fire off a few rounds into his chest with the force of a truck if he happens to fall on Tac. All around the world starts getting brighter, the fog burning away in the light of divine wrath. Lines of magical energy begin to criss-cross over the grasses of the arena, connecting each bullet to its mate. Seems he wasn't wasting ammo after all, simply setting up a gridwork to focus even greater divine will.

The arc of white energy splashes across Tacitus, screaming past him as shards of green glass break away from his body. They would quickly dissolve in the air behind him, a scar forming along the side of his right hand weapon. He keeps it held tight against his chest as if consoling an injured child or significant other. The left hand weapon would lash out, a guard growing over Tac's hand as the weapon extended slightly in length. The blade would slide against the metal, Tac's arm shifting to force the weapon down into the ground. The world began to paint itself in a blinding white, waves of orange washing out from each of the combatants. There was no anger or sadness in the man's face at his right hand weapon having been damaged, only an excited smile.

Almost as if Tacitus had not expected his own motion to come his right hand lashes out, twisting to catch Trei's blade in a similar manner as the left hand weapon had. Instead of lengthening to form into what seems to be a short gunblade like Orcus, Cari seems to be growing a shell, much like a buckler. With arms nearly crossed Orcus lowers and is set towards Trei, not aiming at any part in particular. That simple fact should be enough to give warning to what comes next, a burst of howling energy leaping forth with enough force to throw a grown man a good twenty feet. The blinding white persisted, the all-encompassing divine flame surging forth from the gridlines. The air grew thick as soothing flame began to grow warm, the sensation of an incredible source or concentration of mana filling the air in a sensation akin to high humidity.

Where the ecclesiastical man would generally encase himself in a stalwart defensive armor he seemed to instead have grown a gunblade and a shield. For anyone that watched Tacitus enough it would seem incredibly odd, keeping his defenses less than absolute. The air was slowly becoming dry and hot, the blinding white searing away the fog. A single orange pulse washed out from the ground as Tac took but a single step back, bringing Orcus up to level with Trei. The blinding white seemed irrelevant to his eyes as he aimed right between the man's eyes, "Come and kill me you unholy sonuvabitch." He did not, however, fire his weapon at Trei, his face utterly focused and straining against the trigger as if forcing his will into the next bullet.

The searing light abruptly fell away, but the incredible heat remained behind as an indication of the heavy mana hanging in the air. From light to arkness back into light a single beam exists the weapon as the blade shatters the barrier around Tac's midsection. The brilliant orange surge of light doesn't even have to touch Trei, the very idea is enough to deliver the attack. The light is just that: light, and at the trailing end of the nigh instantaneous burst is a single bullet moving about half normal speed. Eddies of orange light are left in its wake, temporal distortions that rip organics to shreds in the instability, where even something so small as a single cell can be in two different time streams. In the end anything caught within would be shredded into parts aging and reversing at variable speeds in no organized pattern.

This bullet only created these eddies as a side-effect of its true purpose. The pulses of orange light within the blinding white had acted as a tracer, and now that the white had faded a faint orange light would be seen around each combatant. This single bullet was drawn to Trei's aura, his Temporal Signature. In the same vein as a heat-seeking missile the bullet would find him whenever and wherever he went. Unlike such a missile, it was phased to disable nonphysical barriers and it wouldn't just hit him and stop. No, this bullet was one crazy mother ********. It would begin to bounce around inside the area of his temporal signature, bouncing around like a pinball at varying speeds depending on where it hit and at what angle, not including movement by Trei, but never less than half speed. In short order Trei would be turned to mush being torn to shreds by eddies in time.

The only downside was that Tac would likely get the ******** beaten out of him by this all-encompassing death blast. He hated those kind, they always encompassed everything and made with so much death.

Intertwined the two are as one, held together by metal spars joined to their very souls. The lower half of Tac slams against the far wall as he hangs impaled on the man's blade. The pain sears not through his own brain, but pulses through the left weapon and dances out his horns in a spray of flicking black lightning with sparks of orange. The second cleaving blow is knocked aside by the shield that encompasses his right arm. His words bubble up with chunks of pink flesh and a trickle of blood, "Gotta try harder than that. Rest in peace and may the hereafter be kind to your stained soul, bloody b*****d." As the slump to the ground Tac's right eye twitche, "I liked my legs...and all my fun parts too." In normal terms he was mortally wounded, aye, missing a good chunk of his everything, but he's got one last trick. His entire body ceases motion, all the blood remaining static as he falls into a temporal stasis.

Soon the Genesis Sphere would take him away to repair the major damage, but he'd not be fully healed for some time. Aye, they could put him back together and ensure he won't fall apart at the drop of a hat, but combat readiness would take time. And if anyone says the words 'We can rebuild him,' Tacitus will know, and he'll shank them in their sleep.

((Nah. Tac isn't dead and is still around, just moving so slow that he seems completely immobile. He's alive and conscious while Trei won't be. XP))

High above the sun glints off of a new moon slowly falling from its natural orbit into the realm of this world. A pristine sphere composed entirely of metal, the harbinger of a new dawn and a new world for all. A single figure seemed to drop from the sphere, a figure hardly humanoid with five arms and what could be called one and a half legs. The body was a pale green with the head composed of but a single huge floating eyeball set above an insectoid torso. This was Xa`nite, the Aquisitions Officer for Genesis, come to examine the Temporal Overseer once the match was officially called and to haul him back to the Genesis Sphere. He looked to be alive, barely, and conscious within the confines of his defensive mechanism, while his opponent looked to be having some fun with one of the Overseer's bullets.