"And yet I have more then you ever even dreamed of." Alan growled as he flipped and kicked the hilt of the sword which was stuck in Zakia's stomach, this sent Alan out of range and would ether push the blade further in or push Zakia back.
With a blurred movement his katanas were in his hands. He ran at Zakia and was about to jump to hick his sword again when his eyes turned to silver disks. From his crouch he rolled instead of jumping, letting his legs relax he rolled and was up at Zakia's left. He swung around with lightning speed, the twins were going through the air with suck speed that if they hit metal the flex in the swords would cause them to break the sound barrier.

As soon as ether hit or was intercepted Alan would jump back and flip his swords around so they lay curved against his arms. He world circle Zakia before spinning and having the swords flick out as they near flesh while the other would defend his body.

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Bella glanced around as the shapeshifter joined her. She would of smiled if she were not concentrating on the taking down of the field. As it was she grunted slightly as she felt the field give a bit "My brother will be alright, Zakia will need all the help his god has to offer to beat my brother."
Suddenly the field could take it no longer and dropped, this of course would turn Alan into a raging ball of fire.

She turned to Reika and now she smiled "Even if Zakia defeats my brother, he will not get past me. He has insulted us above all others who we have met through the years. He will pay for it."

Zakia didn’t so much as flinch from the kick looking at Alan with a raised brow. “Me lacking honor… I find that highly unlikely… I do not hide behind another’s name… nor deceive another for the soul purpose in which to cause chaos… so boy… why not tell us your actual name… for I know its not Lord Outlander or whatever it was… we both know that… someone such as your impersonating would have used magic… not resorted to playing with little toys…” He hopped out of the sword’s path with a smirk, his teeth glowing in the fire light of Alan’s body. Zakia wasn’t as fast as Alan but his pure strength was more then enough to block any blow Alan could throw and his endurance easily allowed him to shrug off whatever blow Alan did land. “Child… are you done warming up? Finally ready to play!” He said with a growing smile.

Alan was suddenly behind Zakia and about two meters away "I don't care what you say, just die!"
A sonic boom pieced the air as a silver blur circled Zakia. Alan ran he held his katanas in front of him one was touching the ceiling and creating a narrow slit in the stone. If Zakia went to attack or at random times once he had finished the circle Alan would jab one sword into the ground and using the stop to spring himself onto the ceiling. There, using speed and a bit of magic Alan would do the same thing once before crossing around a few times, using magic the same pattern would appear under Zakia.

(Basically Alan has created two pentagrams one on the ceiling and one on the floor.)

Once he was finished with the pentagram Alan would flip back to the floor and bow slightly. Alan lifted one katana and spun it in the air as he ran his wrists across the spinning blade. Simply smiling as the blood ran to the ground he would watch as it slowly moved itself into the shape. Whatever happened on the ground would also happen on the ceiling.

Alan his eyes on fire would look at Zakia "Cut me down if you truly wish, but the more of my blood spilt the stronger the demons which step through this portal will be and also the more as well." With that he would bend down and pick up his fallen katana before sheathing it.