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Based on the situation donzos at he would drop down and use the blade being stuck in him as a prop to travel underneath his legs the blight on the gound would seperate due to the god of wind in his favor (Jus so you know i flip a coin to see if he is in Donzos favor or not) He would then release the hil of the sword and grab the non sharp part of his blade and pulled to plunge his sword in the ground.

The blight in the ground would not separate, as it was actually in the ground and not floating above it. If the blight was actually a mist of some kind that would work. With Grey still holding the blade anyways he would begin to pull the blade out, meeting resistance thanks to Donzo attempting to do the opposite. Meanwhile, with Donzo quite literally on the blighted ground the magical plague would get to work immediately, being able to enter the Samurais head and not work through the rest of the body. Once it has burrowed into his skin and into his skull it would begin to devour his gray matter, the only outside sign of this would be him bleeding from the ears, and his growing confused and disoriented *

Donzo would be able to see perfectly still but shaking his head to loose the dizziness he felt. He would push his palm at the lupine in with a sphere of wind like the one the dog went back into at the back of this creature if hitting him would send him flying due to a massive force pushing from the wind.

Soon after the ice hardens it shatters and Michael is fine just a little cold and he says " that was cold " he then slices the air again and a huge fire blast forms in front he then takes his left hand and pushes it towards Serge

*Unable to really do anything against being launched he would be sent crashing into a nearby home, breaking through the wall and ending up in the middle of the family common room. Seeing as it was not pulled out the Katana was still embedded in his chest, so he stood up from his position on the ground and slowly pulled the blade from his chest. Getting a wicked grin on his face the wolf strode off to the family sleeping area to do some work.

Meanwhile Donzo's dizziness would not go away, in fact it would get worse. It would take all his effort to even stand up at this point, let alone walk. His vision would also begin to go blurred as the blight spread throughout his brain and devoured different areas of it *

The fire god spoke to him and told Michael "donzo is in trouble " he then turned and ran faster then anything he shortly found the house where grey was in he quickly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him out of the house protecting the family inside

*As soon as Michael would even attempt to grab the lupine Donzo's Katana would be thrusted backwards into the swordsmans ribcage, being a little to the right the Katana would pierce the males flesh and puncture his left lung. Regardless of if his little "Stab in the dark " was successful or not he would walk into the bedroom and lightly tap each of the occupants foreheads with both his index and middle finger, leaving a soft green glow on the spot he touched. Within moments the glow would disappear and it would seem nothing happened *

Donzo would sway in position the wind burst would seperae the first 7 layers of skin Donzo would look at his feet seeing him still standing in light, He jumped in the air llanding on a roof behind him his vision would not be paired due to him being blind and seeing from the seperation points of the wind, You would hear Donzo at this point saying a chant his hands up like they were praying, Once done holy water would drop upon him clearing the blight.

Serge held out his left hand as the flame neared him. With one quick movement he swiped his hand to the side and disperssed the blast. Elements were among some of the magics that Anthians were taught to control, a simple fire blast would be nothing for Serge to push aside. And so it was. Serge watched the Swordsman run towards Danzo and Grey, in whatever house the were currently deuling in.

Serge put his hands in his pockets and began slowly walking down the street. As he walked there were multiple bursts of energy that surged through the whole town. Taking his time as he walked toward the confrontation, he clapped his hands together like he was praying four times before he reached the building the others were fighting in. For the moment he would stay outside, waiting to see the situation and what he could do in his own predicament

"Fire?!? If that's the best you got boy, you are surely in for a rude awakening if you think your deity is enough to keep you Alive!" Serge yelled to the house at Michael "You hear me boy!?!? Only cowards run from a fight! Eh? BOY!!?!?!?!?" In the best case scenereo, Serge would walk out of here with Donzo and Michael alive. He wasn't too hopeful that the odds would stack in his favor however

Donzo sent to wind spheres to transfer his sword to his hand before calling out to serge "You know your standing on blighted ground I made that mistake as well though" he said holding his sword in his hands facing serge "So looks like it's me vs you."

Just before the sword can be thrusted into his ribcage Michael jumps back and slides on the ground as he does seeing that he is failing his duty this breaks him down crying as he sees the life he holds dearly vanish an entense heat begins his armor begins to melt off revealing his clothing underneath it his sword and his gauntlet are intact the contract with his family is about to be revealed

As Serge stepped, the blight that covered the ground seemed to disperse about five feet around him, a calming peaceful aura eminated off of him. He rose an eyebrow to Donzo "Donzo was it? a friend of mine tells me that means Seperator in Japanese" Serge said cracking his neck and looking back towards the swordsman. "I'll tell you and that other swordsman right now, that creature you face cannot be taken down by swords, fire or wind"

Serge took another step forward "Run, while you still can, run as far and as fast as your legs will take you. Forget what you've seen here tonight, put these people and me out of your mind. If you don't........" Serge paused and looked very solemn "This may very well be the last night you ever draw breath boy" Serge said looking up towards the house.

In his own world, Serge had faced nightmares, Undead, Arch Mages, Tyrants, legions of soldiers and berserkers. Serge had seen his fair share of combat with varius tyoes of enemies. However it didn't make the threat of Grey any less real. This creature could potentially turn everyone in this whole town into his undead legion. If that were to happen, things would go from bad, to horrendous very quickly

Donzo sheathed his sword knowing serge was not an enemhy potentinaly maybe but at this current moment no, Donzo looked at serge and dropped within tht five feet radius "I shall not leave until this town is safely evacuated" He replied looking at the Anthien "I've seen what you can do so help me get them out of here," he knew if they were to become like his dog Donzo would no longer be able to stand a chance, His face was filled with rage "As well as not till i get that lupines throat and shred it to pieces before seperating him into a billion peices" As he said that Donzo thought of the Maic he just used and if he would trap the lupine inbetween a wall his body would splatter bassically.

(I feel almost bad for Donzo, even with the blight gone his brain cells are never going to grow back, and they cannot simply be healed either. At this point he is going to be partially blind and without a sense of balance for the rest of his life.) The wolf would calmly walk out of the bedroom and adjust his gauntlets, whistling a cheerful tune to himself as he completely ignored the sobbing male. He stepped out of the rubble of the wall which he had been rather rudely launched through. He spotted Serge and frowned, seeing as he was supposed to have taken out the crying swordsman anyways. "So, I see that you decided that listening to your elders was just not your style eh 'boy' The wolf nearly spat out the last word, already thinking up potential uses for the man's corpse, unless of course he gave him something else in return for his life and a chance to see his loved ones again.

His clothes changed into a very ancient japanese garb and he said in a very calm voice "leave now and I will spare your life " he raised his head and all anyone could see was his eyes its like an inferno the air around him was still hot as the inside of a volcano

Serge sighed as Donzo spoke his righteousness. The Boy was noble, no one could take that from him. However he did seem to lack common sense, that would get him killed in the future. (The future may be only a few minutes away depending on how Grey reacted to the Blighted swordsman) Serge shook his head at the mention of taking Grey's throat "You just don't get it do you? What part of you are out of your league do you not understand?" Serge asked in a stern tone "You ant to die be my guest, sooner or later even a hero has to realize that not everyone can be saved"

Then Grey emerged, when he did, Serge looked like someone had just insulted his mother. "well that would imply that you are older than me, if you think you are my elder" Serge said in a whimsical tone "Unfortunately i don't think that's the case, unless you've broken the Two Thousand year mark" He said placing his hands back into his pockets "Anthians live for a very very long time you see, and we are notoriously stubborn, your nastiness"

Serge sighed again, the calm peaceful aura grew larger around Serge, pushing the blight around him further and further away. "Let me ask you something. If there was a magic, that was able to decay and enslave, wouldn't there also be a Magic that did the opposite?" Serge asked Grey with a sudden smirk. As he smirked there was a large outward burst of energy that caused a heavy pressure to streak through the town. When it did, all of the blight in the street would disappear. "Where I come from there are creatures, creatures that my people worship as divinity, these are called Xains" Serge said holding one finger up to Grey "Let's see just how, nasty you really are shall we?" Serge said to grey turning his hand flat, palm up, one hand still in his pocket "Or are you afraid 'Boy'?"

(You do realize that a heat at that temperature is literally going to set the whole village on fire right? Great job at protecting them) *The lupine completely ignored the now flaming male, his black trenchcoat easily resisted the heat, and an artic cold began to form around him. He raised his right hand over his head with his palm open, his canine mouth opening to speak two very distinct words. "Bloodwail, return! " the blade which was discarded earlier would vanish from it's resting place and appear in the grip of his right hand, fingers wrapping around the hilt. It looked as if the blade and the male were made for one another, both had similar red markings on them for some odd reason.

(Gah!! One moment, responding to multiple people is making this difficult.)

Grey raised one eyebrow in a questioning manner at the platinum haired male, then burst into a dark, horrible and mocking laugh. He raised his free,empty left hand at Serge, raising three fingers to him " You 'Anthians' may indeed have long lifespans,but do you truly think that they live longer than the undead? if so you are either far less intelligent than I thought or you are simply ignorant. I have dealt with many others who have challenged me, you are not the first, nor will you be the last. One last thing, back when I was first changed there used to be an order.. Oh what was it called... Oh yes, the silver hand. Within the first year of my undeath they were all killed by yours truly. " The lupine grinned and bowed mockingly to Serge, obviously trying to get him upset or angry enough to attack, whichever comes first.

Serge smiled at Grey "Well we seem to be at the Age old Cross-Roads" He said placing his hand back into his pocket "There you are, the Villain of Villains and me, well im just a wandering hero i guess for lack of a better term" He said "So what now? you and I duke it out right here in the streets? With Inferno boy behind you there threatening to burn to a crisp all you've done here?" Serge asked raising an eyebrow "Surely you aren't so arrogant as to think you are superior to an alien species whom you've never encountered? Such a thought has been the downfall of many in your exact same position" Serge said looking back towards Michael

"You know absolutely nothing of my species, magic, or deities" He said "For all you know i am the scourge of the undead, the bringer of holy light, the banisher of evil from where I come from" Serge said with a smirk "The absence of information is the absence of logical action"

Serge then held his arms out wide "So, Master Undead, slayer of the Silver Hand, are you really willing to gamble your work and unlife on uncertainty?" He said, his smirk fading "If so, then im right here puppy" He said trying for the exact same thing Grey was