Amethyst Genesis: Bleeding Ruby

Black Mosaic and It's Red Streak

Lyra's neck twists back into its proper shape, she smiles as she is wrapped in Vryko's tail. "Well, my dear brother, you best do your job." Lyra smirks as she grows a tumor to fit as a cushion and sits on it cross-legged, watching the scene. "My talents serve nothing to break you so I will sit here and watch." A bulb from the tumor grows a blood red liquid inside. The bulb contorts to a translucent beer bottle, Lyra picks it up gently and sips it. "Mmmm! Fresh from the bulb!" She giddily kicks her feet from the taste. Vrykos stares at her with disgust and turns to Hal. "She has always been a nutjob, regardless of what she does, this is about you."  Vrykos slithers towards Hal and sprouts the nubs into legs, clothed for good measure. There he was, stocky and childlike in appearance.

Vrykos grins a cheek-to-cheek with a psychotic glare. "I will tear your limb from limb and keep you breathing." Vrykos says as Hal's eyes widen as he feels the pulling pressure from Vrykos, a void that drags in all impossible to escape. Vrykos lunges at Hal striking at his midsection with a wrist-blade, Hal barely manages to disperse the weapon with his hand, but his palm was slit. "He cut my hands?" Hal thinks before he swiftly coats his hands in dispersal mist, he molds the mist into gauntlets to cover the wounds and grabs Vrykos's head. He grunts and disperses Vrykos's whole body into blood spray. But as he does, black tentacles pieced Vrykos near together instantly. Hal's eyes widen as he was touching noses with Vrykos, he swiftly jumps back and shrouds the zone in mist, his footsteps become silent and evasive. Vrykos wishing to avoid being dissolved, sprouts wings from his back and skyrockets upward. Vrykos eyes the field below, he eyes the red glint. "There you are." Vrykos smiles and stretches his hand out, thorns grow from the marks on his arm and descend upon the mist towards the glint, the force clears out the fog revealing a triggered ballista trap. It was activated by sunlight. Vrykos was quick to be torn to bits by the volley.

As Vrykos chunks fall, Hal takes the time to disperse the mist, drawing out his blade, slides around with footwork, minces each chunk with ease. The blood spray over Hal's face left him unfazed. He remained unmoved by the gore; it was red paint on the white canvas of tumors.
Vrykos slowly pieced himself together particle by particle with black tendrils working together efficiently and fast. He stands over Hal, his body shifts and contorts to a terrifying sight. From what was once slender frames became massive beastly claws and horns; the beauty of the black devil became a demonic husk, what was once Vrykos became a towering brute, his tail became riddled with thorns, a mane made of horns, and tusks marked by the Devilish darkened red "#7". 

The brute towered over Hal as it walks towards him. Hal feels its murderous intent surging, the ugliness of ambition was drove the beast.

Hal's spine shudders as he feels the pressure the monstrosity emits as it towers above him, it raises its claw to strike but before Hal managed to cut the claw, he felt himself getting pulled closer to his strike, and lost his coordination, but he manages to expel himself from the strike using his dispersals to split the oxygen in the air. Hal was a paper boat in a typhoon of blackness.

Hal tried to strike up as it barely chips the giant's shell. Hal staggers as he gets slammed by the arm and broken into the cliff face, nearly missing Lyra who ignored the conflict, still absorbed into her books. 

The beast slowly released a black fog that seemingly devoured all the light around him. And with a firm push concentrate all of it into a single point towards Hal's chest. Hal coughed up blood as his heart almost collapsed if it weren't for the aura of mist.  

 Hal gets sent flying back, his hair recedes, and he shrinks, for his bloom ran wilted. His timer ran out, for it was only a temporary bloom, a gift of spring. Hal staggers from the release of energy within himself, he was backed into a corner of the boulder, where Vrykos lunged. With no other option, he released an everlasting haze towards Vrykos from his arm, it enveloped the land, causing the tumors to pop and melt, dispersals left and right pushed and pulled Vrykos apart, but Vrykos's tendrils pulled him together, no matter how much the outer forces pushed and pulled, the bonds remained tight.