Axle smiles briefly, redirecting HoD's attack to Pyro before walking up the Bar. "Bartender get me an Irish Car Bomb and keep em coming." He then leaned back to await Infinite's assured return.
HoD motions to Leon. "You're with me," he whispered. "Give me a boost of power, I'll return the favor, and we'll give Axle his what-for with a double dose of Bahamut. Sound good?"
"Fine, then. Be that way," HoD pouted. "I'll just do it myself." HoD Dualcasts Bahamut on Axle and Pyro, causing two incredibly powerful Mega Flares to engulf the both of them.
"Oh well I guess I'll add what little I can right now." He says to himself opening a small portal near the ground. Out of which pour legions of little dark imps and they begin to overflow the bar. "Hehe" He laughs quietly to himself.
Axle watches from his spot in the rafters as his clone was vaporized. Sighing he casts invisibilty on himself before resuming drinking his Irish Car Bomb.
Axle notices the crimson glow before downing the last of his carbomb. "Well I guess she wants me to raise some hell then." Axle pulls out his zanbatou and proceeds to bat the trashcan of of Leon and around like a toy.
Meanwhile, HoD busied himself with taking out the imps. "Accursed minions of darkness, you shall fall before the might of my Master Sword!" And off he went a-slicin'.
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