(ooc: To quote your post, Fei: "...until their blood finally works as a base to counter act the agent, but by that time, the effects are already done". In other words, this stuff isn't corroding anything anymore, since it's been neutralized. Healing is slow due to some residue, but can be achieved, so you people don't need to bother editing. Furthermore, Soul Reaver can still move due to a massive influx of energy reinforcing his body. Physical matter has very little to do with it. Oh, and Thisias isn't going to get a reply right now. Soul Reaver isn't quite feeling like himself. He did hear him though.)

Soul Reaver's head snaps upwards as Naraka lands a fortunate kick, but recovers in moments. He moves as quickly as he is able towards Naraka, but as he strides forward, he bares his teeth at his own companions with a look of warning and hatred in his eyes.

On reaching Naraka, he hacks down at his foe once more. Despite the almost berserk nature of his attacks, it is evident that Soul Reaver is fighting with awe-inspiring skill... countering blows at the same time as landing his own. In his weakened state, Naraka is hard pressed to avoid the razor-sharp blade...

(ooc: Fine then. I don't want Soul Reaver to remain disfigured for ages, so I guess I'll just use my head and remedy the situation. :P)

Soul Reaver does not seem to care as he strikes Gulver... in fact, he seems to smile slightly.

However, as Alex dives aside, Soul Reaver realises his motives and goes to flick the blade backwards... however, his body's lethargic reactions make that impossible for him to reverse the blade in time. Though he does not strike Alex full on, the blade still nicks his leg... and oddly, passes right through it. Alex seems not to notice.

Soul Reaver snarls, while Blooddrinker thinks to itself

This body is too weak, and this vile fluid is impeding the healing process significantly. I shall have to purge Soul Reaver's body of it, lest this sort of thing happen again!

Soul Reaver steps back from Alex and quickly gestures into the air, speaking a few words.

His body dissolves into a black mist the moment the spell completes. A mass of dark goo falls from the body of the mist as the host it once inhabited loses all physical substance.

The mist shifts and writhes unpredictably, and with great speed.

In moments, it has flowed around Naraka, reforming into Soul Reaver's physical body just behind him. Naraka turns around to be met by a massive downwards slash. He parries it just in time.

Though Soul Reaver's body is still blood-soaked and torn, it is obviously restoring itself much faster than before. Threads of flesh can visibly be seen to grow from the wounds and knit themselves together. Skin bubbles and twists. Soul Reaver grins evilly as he continues his assault on Naraka.

Soul Reaver, fury written on his face, completely ignores Kax's arrival... Blooddrinker leaves a deep scar on the metal of Kaxs' as it strikes him on its way towards Naraka... somehow, Kax knows that Soul Reaver, in his current state, cares nothing for his companions.

However, Soul Reaver realises all too well the importance of stopping Naraka right now, before he can fend off Thisias' attack.

With a ground-shaking roar, he launches himself forward. Naraka thrusts his claws into Soul Reaver's chest, barely missing his heart. However, Soul Reaver seems oblivious to the pain. All the power in Soul Reaver's body goes into a single, double handed swing. Bolts of red lightning arc madly from his body. Blooddrinker's blade shimmers blue as it hurtles through the air, cleaving light itself as it travels.

Time slows as Naraka raises his claws to parry the blow...

Blooddrinker hurtles on, smashing into the claws... and right through them. The massive sword hums eerily as it arcs forward, and crunches into Naraka's side, plunging through flesh and muscle, half severing Naraka's spine.

But the true Soul Reaver knows that his work is not done... Naraka will still be able to defend himself unless his companions help him. Soul Reaver's body shudders as he attempts to regain control of his own will. Forcibly, he pushes Blooddrinker's control away, so that he will not lash out at his allies should they approach.

Naraka looks startled at the sword buried half-way in his torso. Soul Reaver grimly hangs onto the sword as Naraka regrows his claws and raises his arms to strike Soul Reaver down...

"Quickly! Strike him now!!"