He had been too slow, clearing the steam had drained him and his magic had not formed in time. His skin burned even after the blade was gone, unholy fire keeping the wound sore but he threw the pain from his mind. He saw the had of fire moving towards his exposed stomach and knew it was a death sentence. But his magic was ready now. He brought his talisman up in the way of the fire and let his magic loose. A ball of force exploded onto his foes hand unleashing the fire in it. Flames designed for his torso shot up his arm, melting his armour to his skin in a blaze of chaos flame, his talisman melted from his hand, only its inherent magic saving his hand from mutilation.cloudyeki wrote:Laplace was still confused, but his flame was almost ready. He slipped out from the building, hands held behind his back in a stance of superiority. "I do not 'corrupt' so much as enlighten, fool. And I was the one to stop the flames from spreading farther then necessary." Laplace confidently strode forward, navigating the hidden pitfalls with ease and slowly coming to a stop in front of Eidolas. "All in the name of revenge? I'm sure there's more to it then that. Maybe to start another conflict in this dilapidated building?" He motioned all around with his right hand "So tell me, do you atleast expect me to know of who you are talking of? After all, I've shown many of our cause."
Laplace's right hand snapped to his sword, feeding it humanity as he grasped it, and drawing it out and upwards to slash Eidolas across his chest. The serrations were of little value, cutting through the cloth but getting stuck in the mail beneath, but the chaos flame coating was what made the hit matter, searing heat burning the cloth and melting the chainmail beneath. His left hand came forward, carrying a quickly expanding ball of chaos flame, forcing it towards the now opened section of Eidolas' armor.
The force broke through the flames in Laplace's hand and exploded on it. Each finger crumpled back and one by one they popped from his skin and flew back. The palm folded in on itself, ripping and tearing before it was blown loose completely.
The 2 combatants flew back from each other. Laplace roared in pain as he saw the ruined stump of his hand. A low moaning escaped Eidolas's mouth, punctuated by scrams of rage and pain. The armour had melted to his skin and he could not separate it witout his magic. He desparately moved his armour despite the pain as skin wa ripped away, he could notafford to have it locked in place. The 2 stared with hatred at each other, disabled for now.