Kitharsis, still confused slightly, watches as the man walks towards the entrance of the command center.

I can't place my finger on who he is, and I'm too weak from the battle to stretch out with my senses...

"You know I have no skills of healing, if in fact you do know me. I'm cursed, if you will, to be solely destructive."

He considers who he saw at the battle, and who had vanished halfway though it. "Kawanua?"

>---------------------------------Meanwhile-------------------------------------<

As reality shifts, Kelvack's flames and spikes melt away along with it, sinking back into the ground. He frowns, realizing what just happenned. As the last of the illusion is washed away with the wind, Kelvack raises up from the ground, a blank expression on his face.

"You tricky son-of-a-gun. Making me look like a fool..."

He breathes heavily, his black eyes focused on Danyael. The air around Kelvack wavers from heat eminating from his body. He was literally steaming with anger.

"I'll give you one thing, your crafty. But that won't save you now." He says in a deeper than usual voice.

The muscles in his body grow and harden, as if being inflated like an innertube. Joints crack and bones shift to make way for such an increase in muscle mass. Now completely ripped, he brings his palms together in front of him. A black pinprick of energy blinks into existence between his palms. The small ball of energy grows until it is the size of a softball as black strands of energy arc down his forearms. Kelvack smirks as he positions his hands to shoot the ball of dark energy at Danyael.

His arms move forward, the ball of energy ready to be released and unleash hell. But in the middle of the motion, his body stops. Kelvack's eyes widen as the ball of black energy blinks out of existence as if someone had pulled its plug. He stands there, staring at Danyael wide eyed. His entire body has stopped moving, even is chest has stopped rising and falling with his breath.

"I thought I would have had more time... Damnit!"

His back bulges. Arms stretch out of the bulge and push against his shoulders. A neck and a head rises and twists in the air, cracking into place. With a sick sound of ripping flesh, the body removes itself from the dark Kelvack's back. A taller negative image if the dark Kelvack stands next to him. Everything is white, his hair, eyes, clothing, skin, everything.

The white Kelvack winks at Danyael before placing his hand on the dark Kelvack's head. Scowling, the dark Kelvack stares menacingly at his taller self.

"I thought I killed you." He says, angrily.

"You did, but then you absorbed me, retard. We're the same yet completely opposite in every way. Next time we won't use such a stupid attack now will we? Those bars of dark energy that hit our body let you out, and I came out with you. You can't exist without me, and I you. See you around."

The dark Kelvack goes crazy with a tantrum, he punches and kick at his taller half, yet his white brother dodges and blocks every blow. His hand was still on the dark Kelvack's head and it was glowing by now.

"Boom." Is all the white Kelvack says, before the dark Kelvack explodes into dust. A shockwave bursts out from his body, hitting the white Kelvack head on. It hits him, disintegrating him instantly. His body also lets out a shockwave.

As the white and black shockwaves hit each other. An explosion rocks the desert. A dome of white and black energy swirls out of the spot that the two Kelvack's were standing on. The dome gains more color gradually, ending up looking like a tie-died t-shirt swirling around in the desert. The dome gradually decreases in size until it fades away.

A Kelvack stands under the fading dome, his face gives it away. He has short spiky blonde hair and blue eyes. He wears a white baggy long sleeve shirt that buttons up the middle with the collar standing up. The buttons are undone, revealing the build of someone more agile rather than strong. On his legs are blue baggy jeans, falling down over his feet as he stands on the desert floor.

He looks over his left shoulder at Danyael, a smile on his face. Turning on his left foot, he walks towards his companion with an easy stride. His tan boots kick through the sand as he walks.

"Hey."