"Straw Doll..." Griffos would utter, the card showcased on his hand. A card that depicts a small, yellow doll out of straw, a farmers hat on the top of its round head, its arms wide open as if it was a scarecrow. "Any damage I take.....He takes as well. You're at an impasse now, Helsing..." The Nobleman added, as he'd try to get up. Harvard grit his teeth and tries to ball a fist with one, trying to find a card in another, hoping he can maintain a distance as he'd try to find the spell willing to disable the doll's effects. Griffos would take notice of his hesitance and approached him, blood pouring down on the side of his face, his body starting to get a proper feeling of the attacks. "Ahhh....So I have found it. Of course, I do need to...nghh...Apologize for such an underhanded tactic. I can't imagine even myself to be pushed in such a limit. However....Ghh...Even I know that such a maneuver isn't one abandoned by us. I just happen to made a superior play before you did...A weakness that is still shared by us, exploited. All for me to wield...." His grin was visible from the scar, getting ready to hit back. Just as he'd try to rush down, however...
SHIKK!!!
A guttural wound, a stab straight into his chest, his heart pierced. Both of the boys' eyes widened as they'd see such a move, with Harvard turning to Stolas to see what he's done. He'd be amazed as he'd see his friend do the move himself, punching a hole in his own chest, a smile being curved on his beak. Griffos looked on in horror as he'd saw such a gambit, struggling further to stand, being on his knees as he tried to heal the wound, yet Stolas went at it again.
SHIKK!!
"Oh, I'm sorry...." Stolas started, coughing up blood as he'd stare back at the Noble, the smile on his beak growing bigger and bigger. "...Was this not a part of your superior plan?"
"YOU ANIMAAAAAAAAL!!!"
BAM!!!
With the permission granted, Harvard went for a hard hook, tearing through his cheek further, the scales being ripped off as Griffos would stumble back, forcing him to set up a virus spell to try and weaken the onslaught coming his way. As he tried to do this, Stolas, as well as setting up a few stars in the same direction for Beaux to instigate, would try to approach her, letting her land a counter attack that reflects the wound straight back, prompting the virus spell to aim somewhere else. Harvard took the advantage further, haymaker after haymaker, sending such tendrils to grab and restrain his arm, watching as Stolas adapts to his own pains by moving in sync with the Card Magician, swerving the atmospheres that swarmed in numbers, all for a clothesline with such a bent arm. The boy simply inflicts another illusion of the World Ending, leaving Griffos wide open again, a knee straight into his stomach and a kick across his scarred face. The Noble would try to set up another spell in his other hand, yet Stolas interrupts with Beaux landing another attack, the strike nearly severing his other arm, while Harvard took advantage to stomp on his head.
Even though both boys were being beaten down, Stolas could care less about his own injuries, fighting back against Beaux with the same determination. Griffos, meanwhile, struggled against his opposition, trying to set up Hagalaz to create a point-blank explosion to push him away as he can set up another seal while de-spelling his connections with the Stellar Sorcerer. Harvard, however, kept following him, as he would wait for the explosion before cutting the distance and lunging a headbutt, his jaw opening to bite into his head twice over, using the tendrils to slip out a card and de-spell the ties for the Nobleman, letting both boys get to work, being in sync as they unleased blows towards the mirrors, with Stolas lunging a heavy uppercut to shut off any further senses, as well as a back kick to send her flying, alongside Harvard using the maws in his palms to bite into and rip apart as much scales he had as possible, skinning the nobleman down to his flesh, weakening his defenses even further, before using his toothy wings to swat him away, casting a spell in the process to trap both of them in an iron maiden, sealing off any and all magic from within, rendering them useless if captured. Beaux would be lucky to have the atmosphere set up beforehand, catching herself and moving away from the spell as a whole, yet Griffos was sadly not. Another spell was casted, a large amount of chains that wrapped around the maiden, in an effort to ensure he cannot escape such confines with brute force. Stolas would land himself close to the sealed coffin and tossed it straight up, creating Hand of God to rise it up higher and higher, suspending him in the air, heating him up from inside, setting up the final blow.
"These children.....THEY'RE LUNATICS!!" He'd scream to himself, as he'd try to look through a hole in its center to try and assess the situation. "It was supposed to put him on the ropes. It was suppose to give me the advantage and push my attacks further. Yet...yet....HE NEARLY KILLED HIMSELF JUST TO BRING ME DOWN!? What kind of savage does that!?! WHY WOULD HE RISK SOMETHING SO MUCH!?!? THEY'RE NOT EVEN BIOLOGICALLY RELATED!! He's just-" His mad ramblings would cease as he'd see the two boys combine their attacks together, with Harvard casting Lemegeton, and Stolas funneling the stars directly into the gun.
From Harvard casting Fusion to the stars, making them his next bullets, to Stolas increasing its heat and light, a shining glimmer as both of them take aim, a wide smile on both sides. In such light, Griffos would wipe his eyes, being strained by such brightness.
He could've sworn he saw the Devil on their faces.