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The essence Jet meticulously kept locked down until now erupted from within him. The explosive burst and the green-black pillar of pure energy rising to the heavens was accompanied by the Infernals' manic laughter as his shadowy disguise melted away and sloughed off his skin, revealing his malfean glory. The contrast between the Anima Banners of the Raksha and him were like night and day. The Faes felt like another part of the scenery that was revealed, it felt natural and fit in. Meanwhile as Jets anima formed the head of a roaring, demonic beetle the spewing torrent of essence started warping the surroundings according to its own design. Nearby vegetation rotted or developed a fine, metallic patina, the few drops of blood that fell from his cheek started sprouting bloody vegetation and the nearby shadows started to dance, venerating the glory of the Yozi. Even the pristine yellow cloak on Jet's back was being altered, developing black flame and spiral patterns on it.
Though Cumhaill had his face obstructed by his mask, his reaction gave away his feelings. Threads of essence shot from his fingers, each one attaching itself to a Homunculi which he took control of and sic’ed them on the cackling infernal. This was an obvious bending of the rules, but since he was controlling them directly they were not "technically" combatants, but mere weapons being used. But as the six halberds came down on his head Jet did not falter. Four arms sprouted from his back, tossing aside his robe and each one grabbing one polearm. The last two Jet caught with his fleshy limbs and with a simple twirl altered the course of the weapons, forming a circle from the homunculi as he impaled each one with the weapon of the one next to it.
Jet jumped out from the ring of fae as they started turning into an elaborate shrub upon death and as he landed he drew his firewand with one hand and the silver spoon with another. He stared at Cumhaill the same way an eager bloodhound looked at the prey it's about to chase down and tear to shreds. He shot out from his position like a blast of fire from his wand and the Raksha just barely managed to jump high in the air before the Infernal could claw his eyes out with his silvery limbs. Blades of grass and flower petals followed Cumhaill into the air. With a flourish of his sword he cut each of the hundreds of plant parts into the shape of hornets and sent them against Jet. In response the Fiend simply raised his firewand and shot in the air, turning all those beautiful little bugs into fireflies.
