The battle progressed quickly, escalating in scale and scope. By the time the massive Pride demon appeared, Mason realized that one tiny sword wouldn't be enough. It was time to get the big guns out.
"I gotcha, Schala. I just need a moment. Get ready for a show!"
He knelt to the ground. His eyes closed, he focused on his breathing. Alone with his thoughts, he let his mind wander to the biggest, strongest things he could think up. A combination of Schala's magic and the two Deoxys's moves filled him with a feeling of strength. Courage burned brightly in his heart. It burned so bright that his entire body was covered in his royal violet aura.
The fall of the Pride demon opened his eyes. He stood up, thrusting his Parallel Yato into the ground. It melted into aura, which spread along the ground near him and his allies. The aura pooled into several masses, which began taking shape. One formed itself beneath his feet, causing him to slowly rise off the ground. Each of the pools of aura rose off the ground and formed into the shape of a
massive, vaguely animalistic skull.
Mason smirked, seeing that the biggest theeat was already dealt with for the moment. He rode atop one of the floating skulls. "No fair," he scoffed, "I go ahead and prepare something big and small fry are left? Oh well. Parallel Gaster Blasters... FIRE!"
Each of the skulls opened its mouth wide and
fired a wide beam of energy upon the demons and mages below. Slowed by Deoxys's Icy Wind, they made for easy targets. The show wasn't over yet, though. He held his hands out to the side and materialized
two copies of a very unique scythe, one he'd gotten a glimpse of in action during the Coalition Civil War.
The scythe in his left got planted in the top of the skull he was riding, while the right conveniently folded up and stayed attached at his side. He looked through the unfolded scythe's scope. Why would a scythe have a scope?
Because it's also a gun, of course. Mason took aim and
fired towards several of the mages. He aimed for the head on each, regardless of how poor his aim usually was. The Gaster Blasters took care of some of the smaller demons, while he shot at mages. Regardless of how many times he hit or missed, the scythe didn't seem to run out ammo while he held it. However, the more shots he took, the more the aura glowing around him dimmed. He pulles out both scythes and looked down at the battlefield.
"Time to get up close and personal. Let's hope that magic of yours is strong, Schala, or this is about to go really poorly."
He leapt from the top of the skull, descending upon the nearest demon. While pointed stones dug into it from below, a pair of spinning scythes tore into it from above. One scythe dug blade-first into the ground with a thud. The other landed with a squish,
hopefully digging into whatever a demon could call flesh. Atop the scythes, slowly lowering himself to the ground, Mason held on perfecty fine. A small tug released both the scythes.
"Hell yeah, that's a rush. Hope I never do that again. Now, who wants some?"
Mason charged into what was left of the demon crowd,
slicing away with both of his scythes. Ever now and then, he'd take aim and fire a shot, or use the momentum from firing a round to propel a swing. His aura appeared to grow brighter and stronger with each swing. Schala's magic filled him with vigor, fueling his powers by the adrenaline of the fight.
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