[MisterOlds]

Mercutone laughed and shrugged. "Ask your lover." He raised his hand as his eyes glowed crimson. Avia? Matt? Shit! The wheel blazed into existence alight with azure flame as Brandon grabbed Matt by the shirt and, seemingly imbued with extraordinary strength, flung her into Avia with enough force to knock the two to the ground, just in time for a massive wave of ice to shred the air they occupied a second ago. Brandon wasn't so lucky.

The wave of ice slammed into Brandon's armor and shattered it, sparing his chest the brunt of the blow, but the wave had sliced cleanly through his left arm and encased the wound in ice, leaving the arm dangling uselessly. "Arrgh..." He groaned and looked up with a gold/black eye just in time to see Mercutone move again.

Mercutone disappeared in a flash and appeared in front of Brandon and made a long deep cut across his chest with a smaller blade hidden away, this one left no ice and the blood flowed freely.

"Well, I think I'm outnumbered. I don't really make it a point to fight the King of Eidolons and the High Priestess at the same time, and whoever you are." He nodded towards Matt. "I'll take leave of you, ladies and gent. Exeunt! He bowed and disappeared into a reddish rift which closed with a thunderous clap.

Brandon lay on his back, drawing jagged breaths. The wheel had disappeared when the wave struck him. Blood oozed freely from the wound in his chest as his chest heaved unevenly.