The two figures took jabs at one another as the ground beneath them constantly shifted. On one end was a horribly scarred version of Vincent. Flames erupting from the ground he controlled. His voice of reason had long extinguished, now fueled by wrath. On the other end was a whimpering version of the same man, covered by a cold blue aura, acting defensively towards his other iteration. Every step taken back represented a shift of color on the territory their so called "troops" were fighting on. Those troops, smaller versions of their "leader", were carrying the same fight. It was a war with no winners and Raven was held off at the edge of it. The two were many times larger than the stranded technocrat, and their aura sent mixed feelings of fear, anger, sadness and confusion towards her.
Yet she just couldn't reach them. A barrier kept her away. Invisible, yet solid to the touch not unlike a giant wall. Raven could only stare as the two carried on with their fight, yet their minions. They noticed her. It didn't matter which is which. Both sides sent a handful towards her, hitting the same massive obstacle she did.
Unknown to them, the pale ground beneath Raven's feet had advanced a few more meeters, pushing the wall further and letting the crowd through. Tendrils pierced through what seemed to be dirt and attached themselves to the manifestations of both combatants sucking the life out of them, rendering almost all to nothing but inanimate stone. All but one. A blue Vincent, pierced through the abdomen with the same affliction as the others slowly taking over.
Agh, nuts-... he barely managed to wheeze a few words out before falling on the ground, forced on a kneeling position while holding tightly against the wound with both hands. His blue aura beginning to fade away.
