Rabesach was... confused. Some part of him had figured that their quarreling would have stopped for the fight, that they would have come together in these moments to defeat the adversary before them. The cheesy and cliché mannerisms seemed to be in his partners' personalities, or so he'd imagined. Actually, it seemed that things were quite the opposite. Raisa and Makoto, once again leaving him grounded while they soared to higher elevations, were yelling, profanities being thrown like punches... well, if you can count a rather loud cry of "pinhead" as a swear. The whole scene was rather dramatic, and even the doppelganger seemed to have hesitated at the sound of their argument echoing down to them from the rooftop above. "Am I interrupting something?" he shouted, nearly requesting that they go ahead and get a room, before the doppelganger made its move, its weapon meeting his before he shoved it off and away.
However, before Rabesach could even think to attack and fulfil his desires of blood lust, Makoto came swooping from the sky, his blade meeting the doppelganger’s in a rather loud manner. "Rabesach! Attack it! the demon screamed, obviously struggling under the weight of the enemy's weapon, a sword dangerously close to his neck. It was when Rabesach charged his metallic claws extended outwards, that he noticed Raisa already there, causing him to swerve to a stop so that he didn't skewer his teammate. His attempt to maneuver around her was a hasty and poorly executed one, Rabesach landing upon his rear end as he tried to slide away. He leapt up easily, though he noticed that Raisa was not as lucky, as her own shadow began to attack her.
But she got up, despite her injury, one which Rabesach could not, for some reason, depart his eyes from. The blood that poured from her wound and discolored her socks was rather mesmerizing, and he could have continued to stare if his instincts had not told him to move, quickly directing his focus to the matter at hand. He didn't feel bad, not one bit, for glorifying the girl's pain and bloodshed into something worth being admired. It was something that he would do, after all, engrained in his strange personality. But that did not stop him from inwardly cursing himself. If he had just made physical contact with the monster when he had gotten the chance, then he could have easily made the creature change sides. How cool would they be if they were the group who had not only defeated their doppelganger, but made it friendly as well. Just a bit of moral manipulation and he could do it. He could make it switch sides.
But that wasn't what his partners needed him to do, or, at least, was not what they expressed. For Raisa's order came as "Rabesach, close in from the left! I've crippled both its arm and leg on that side! Aim for its throat and finish it off before it can get away!" He had a choice. Did he follow the orders of his group or follow his own gut instinct?
Rabesach took of sprinting toward the creature, adrenaline pumping through his veins, urging him forward. This was his chance, the biggest opening he'd gotten in this fight, and if he messed this up, he'd be doomed. They'd be doomed. Their teacher had yet to reveal himself as present, so if things were to go sour, who would have been there to aid them? He couldn't muck up his only shot. He wouldn't! Stupidly, possibly alerting the doppelganger to his presence, he allowed a battle cry to drag itself from his lips, rearing his right arm back before plunging his blades into the doppelganger, her blood splattering in most directions.
But he hadn't followed orders. His metal prongs now resided in her stomach, a spot far away from her neck. He had his own plan, and he didn't need Raisa nor Makoto to tell him what to do. Could he pull his party trick off? He'd better hope so, or else they'd be in big trouble.
Applying more focus into his next move than he had used in all of the battle, Rabesach placed his hand over the doppleganger's eyes, closing his own. Are we truly your enemies? Rethink your motives and your biases. You don't want to hurt us. You want to help. His power had grown noticeably weaker as he aged, and his attempts were already tiring him. He was almost positive that he wouldn't be able to do it.
He... well, he'd lost track of how long he'd done this for, his eyes snapping open as he felt the doppleganger's tense position grow less so, the creature letting out a confused noise that he supposed might have been its attempts to talk. The setting looked the same, his mage and demon teammates still at his side. However, some sort of peace had settled across the area, seeming to radiate from the monster that had once been their enemy. Now, its tendrils of shadows that had once coiled themselves around Raisa's leg now were inching back to the one who'd created them, slithering across the street like serpents. The doppleganger now looked a whole lot more like the headmistress in this state of calm, and he nearly felt guilty about how his blades still impaled her stomach.
Almost.
But, then again, this is Rabesach Vanafrea we are talking about, and his remorse was short lived. The demon viciously ripped his blades out of their new ally, tossing his hands into the air in celebration. A long cry of "Wooohooo! I did it!" escaped his lips. "You've got to admit, my magic trick was pretty cool. And, if you can't tell, I potty trained it... 'er, wait, no, that's a disgusting comparison. I tamed it! We better get some friggin' extra credit for that."
However, the doppleganger wasn't looking so good. Considering that Rabesach had run it through, that wasn't too hard to imagine, but he was pretty sure it'd bleed out if they didn't get help. If they lost their proof, how would they get recognition for it? They freakin' wouldn't, and Rabesach was not about to allow that. "Aye, mage, are you able to stand? You 'n pony boy should take this thing to the academy's nurse." He had suggested they do it, as he would have preferred to avoid the nurse's office as best as he could. Besides, his hands and metallic claws were covered in blood, and he would have leaped at the opportunity to go wash them.