Her body wanted to fire, but everytime that she thought about shooting to hurt her beloved, the memories of the true Sebastian came to her mind and stopped her from shooting. The corrupted boy charged onto her and she couldn't even react to do anything, "WAIT!--" she yelled just right in the moment that his hand took her by the neck and slammed her against the wall, taking her breathe. She felt a rib breaking inside of her again and the pain from earlier returned, she tried to let out the pain by screaming but Iris could barely breathe while Sebastian squeezed her neck harder, between pantings and desperated attempts of breathing she tried to reason with him once again.

One hand was on his arm that was grabing her neck trying to pull it back and the other was on her crossbow aiming directly at the boy's stomach already with a red arrow spawned, but Iris was holding it back... "Se- Sebastian, please... don't..." she could barely talk for the lack of air, and the situation wasn't looking good "I gotta shoot..... if I don't, I'll die right here" she lifted the crossbow aiming at it's head from under the boy's chin, the red arrow glowed as if the crossbow itself was asking Iris to shoot, " .... I...", she closed her eyes while a tear rolled down her face, " I... can't...", Iris shot an arrow... but an ice one, directly to Sebastian's face and then using her feet pushing Sebastian by his chest she attempted to Separate him from her to finally catch some air.

"If I couldn't read your mind..." The words hung in his head. Could he actually? He didn't feel any different, but maybe something did change. "Probably wasn't your best idea to tell me I could also read minds buckaroo." He had to watch his thoughts, now he had to not only outsmart his reflection, but he couldn't actually think about any possible attacks, it all had to be impulsive. As he was lifted into the air a glimmer of a thought poked its way into his head.

Gun.

He telekinetically pulled his gun out from his holster and aimed it at his reflection. He took a few shots directly at his other and he broke his gun in half. That way Nosam (His new nick-name for the doppleganger) couldn't turn it around at him. After he took the shots he tried to invade Nosam's mind, to see if he could read minds now.

Beat the puppet master... but puppets are still moving... Fan freaking tastic... Sebastian grit his teeth as he hovered in the air, his right leg dangling uselessly. "Okay guys," he panted, a smile playing on his lips as he stretched his hands out in front of him in a defense gesture, "let's just play nice and not kill me. Sound good?" Samson growled and peeled back his lips, showing rows of sharp fangs that gleamed with saliva. "Take that as a no." Sebastian's smile faded and his face paled at the prospect of fighting his pets. They were Samson and Maximilian, he spent his whole life with these two, he saved them and reared them by himself, and now it's either they kill him, or he kills them. "This sucks a lot. I mean you have no idea..." He slipped on his shield and pulled out his short lance, now that Yoosa wasn't here to interfere, the weapons won't disappear. He looked at the crumbled body of the original that had ruined his life not once, but now twice. He drew the lance back and stabbed it at the vulnerable spine before he jet his way at Maximilian, hopefully surprising Samson enough to dodge him and get rid of the support before he had to fight the tank. These aren't my pets, these aren't my real pets, they aren't my real pets. Sebastian hummed to himself, I need to get past here to help Iris.

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As Bub began smashing down the demon chi

ldren everything flashed around him. He looked down and saw green grass below his monstrous feet, blood dripping from his claws. He looked around quickly and saw the bodies of several HUMAN children lying around him, broken by his pummeling. Flashes of red and blue appeared all around Bub, innocent people viewing him for the monster he now was, preparing to put him down. He stood in shock as the first bullet rang through the air.

"What? What?! How?!"

Bub could not comprehend the situation fast enough before the first bullet hits the side of his face. What few seconds of humanity left in Bub was lost in a millisecond. He slowly raised both of his arms and pummels the ground so hard it shook the earth and left a giant crack in a radius beneath him. As his fist reaches the ground his head extends towards the civilians and officers, his jaws wide and his chords trembles shaken by the immense power the let out on his roar. What would be shaken next are the lives of the innocents.

Nikolai seemed to have the upper hand against the destructive and self-confident jailer, dodging each attack that was handed to him. In a swift jump that went higher than a human could possibly manage. While this was awe-inspiring and intimidating, it was also an asinine move in that Nikolai was easily able to roll out of the way, however was sent flying due to the sheer power of the shockwave in which the jailer created. The mercenary was only stunned for a split-second before standing upright once again, revolvers drawn as his pale red hues darted around to find the male.

All he heard at first, was the sound of singing. A whisper in the darkness, yet it echoed across the pitch black landscape.

“He’s got the whoooole world…In his hands.”

God damn it.

Nikolai instantly turned to the clearing fog, only to make eye contact with the evil, psychotic male who had taunted him ever since their battle at the cave-in. Pitch black hues met his pale reds.

“Did you miss me?”

For a moment, the bounty hunter was completely still. The last thing he wanted to do was be stuck in a dark room, filled with shadows, with a shadow manipulator who had no problem killing him where he stood. It was in that moment, however, that Nikolai came to the conclusion that Sirius would not try to attack. Not yet. He liked to play with his prey before making the final blow.

“What are you doing here, Sirius,” He asked, his eyes steeling as he stared into the black holes of the opponent in front of him.

Boomtang, the word hues doesn't mean eyes, it means colors. I guess you could refer to eyes as colors but, the way you use hues as a synonyms for eyes doesn't make much sense. Your writing is fine, great really; it's just that that's been irking me.

One down, another one to go. Sebastian panted as he let Maximilian's corpse slide off his lance and drop on the floor with a metal clang. He wiped the blood on his face just to smear it even more onto his skin as he turned to face Samson. He met the beast's charge with his shield and flew back and smashed against the wall. He bit off a scream that ripped through his throat as his right leg made a meaty smack as it flailed against the hard surface. He kept his shield in front of him and dropped his lance, the weapon would have no use against the armor that covered Samson's pelt, but Sebastian had one weapon left. He tugged and snapped the dragon necklace off his neck and unsheathed the blade and as the ferret bear charged he met it again with his shield. He felt his back crack as he smashed against the wall again, but determined, he dug the dagger into Samson's eye, shoving it deeper still with three fingers, burrowing it in and stabbing the brain as blood and tears ran through his fingers and gushed out of the hole. The beast's screams was the worst thing he had ever heard, he couldn't help but believe that deep down, these may be his pets. "I'm sorry Samson," he whispered, "But I have someone else to protect as well now. I need to save Iris." He grabbed the blade and yanked it out with a sucking smack.

Iris fell to the ground gasping loudly for air and coughing hard. She looked up after a moment to see Sebaatian steping back to finally fall to the ground, the shot was meant to be as weak as possible to don't cause him any serious injuries but somehow the crossbow fired an ice arrow that covered his whole head. "why did I feel the shot stronger than what I wanted?..." she thought before looking up.

Her eyes widened as she saw Sebastian falling to the ground, "No.... I... I didn't want to..." she stood up slowly breathing heavy and nervously, Iris got closer to Sebastian as he transformed back to normal she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands as she saw her beloved going back to normal, she looked at his chest but it wasn't moving... he wasn't breathing anymore. "No, no no no" she said louder, "Sebastian!!!" Iris ran to him and kneeled, shaking him trying to get a response "Sebastian please answer me, I-- I didn't mean to... please stay with me, don't leave me!!", tears started to roll down her face there were no signs of life left...."I killed him??...... did I just...." Iris started to cry loudly as if she was screaming in a loud tone of regret "What have I done...." she looked down at the ground and in the moment she saw her crossbow she threw it away "... I'm a murder....".

Iris took sebastian on her arms still kneeled and huged him "... I-... I'm sorry...", she kept her eyes closed as tears were still comming out of them and she thought "Even if I put all the pains I've suffered in my life toghether.... it wouldn't be even close to the pain I'm feeling inside of me right now.... how did this happen??....

Her soft and kind heart was completly broken, Iris couldn't do anything but cry for what she just did, feeling a deep regret and an unbelieveable pain inside of her...

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, his revolvers still gripped tightly in his hands as he stared down the psychopath. He was on another one of his monologue's talking about how he was a god among other things. He winced as he talked of Dante and Anna, saying he'd "take care" of them. He knew what Sirius meant, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Get down to business," He repeated, his hands still at his sides, "But why? Isn't it obvious that you're...." He gulped at the words, forcing himself to say it. He never wanted to admit that someone was better than him. He wanted to be the best of the best of the very best, every single day of the week. However, He knew that he had to admit it to himself, "Better than me...What more do you have to prove?"

Mason quickly regained stability as he was pushed back from the intense rejection of getting into Nosam's mind. He was stuck in the air still, with his claws outstretched, and his foe looking directly at him. Nosam stood still with a crown of bullets rotating around his head, not even seeming to attack. He was clearly waiting for any sign of Mason to do any sort of action at all, but Mason had no clue what to do. He couldn't think to much or he'd be countered, and he couldn't act too impulsively or he'd get himself killed. He just hung there by his arms. He stared directly at Nosam, without a single thought in his head. Mason completely cleared his mind as he watched his reflection. No worry or panic raced through him, no plans or strategies either. He knew what he would do though, while he could not read Nosam's mind, he could read his actions. Mason just focused, looking directly at Nosam's eyes. Even the slightest twitch or movement on Nosam's end and Mason would quickly move to counter-act it. He would put as much force he needed into it. He could not think of what it would accomplish, if anything, but he could only go off of his gut, and his senses now.