The menacing pose instilled fear in his opponents, it seemed to work for Novis, Seer, and Pandora's Wanderer, but Doremifa seemed unfazed, he pointed his door sword back at him.
"Are you kidding me? What exactly are you even going to do with a broken sword?"
Artorié had quite the design, he wore a dark purple ruined cape, and silver armor that seemed quite fragile and cracked, cloth covered all his unarmored spots which were composed of mostly black and purple, the main special parts of it all were his chest piece which had a wolf-like image imprinted on it, his helmet was quite unique, it was a closed helmet that had crosses on the mouth section of it, that all seemed to align almost creating a crooked smile, the eye section of the helmet had what seemed to be claw marks on both eyes.
Artorié ran at full speed straight toward Doremifa, just barely he was able to deflect his attack with his 'sword', but a stroke of luck would only happen once, he kept bashing his sword against his, over and over until he realized just how useless it is, so he then impaled himself with his own sword straight into his stomach, and leaped onto Doremifa with all his weight and strength.
He acted like a rabid dog, a beast uncontrollable, he tore the door apart more and more and the second he created an opening, he pulled the sword from his stomach and stabbed Doremifa in the gut.
A broken sword may not be as efficient, but the jagged edges hurt even more than a regular sword.
"YOU... SEER, CAN YOU HELP ME?"
Seer comes back to his senses and quickly tries to recreate his Plasma blade, to no avail.
"N-NOVIS QUICK, DO SOMETHING PLEASE." He says as he shakes him.
Novis throws a Water table at him driving his attention toward him. Artorié gets hurt and screeches, he takes a glance at Novis and starts to rush towards him.
He takes out his Chain blade and starts to rev it up more and more and attempts to contest the man.
They continuously clash their blades until an opening creates for Artorié, the crosses on his mouth start to double creating a mouth with jagged metal teeth, he swings with all his might breaking Novis's sword, and runs in to bite his stomach open.
Just barely does Pandora's Wanderer pull him away from danger.
Artorié takes one look at them and pounces on them and begins to tear into them, ripping off each limb one by one, tearing off their head, and slashing their chest over and over again.
Pandora's Wanderer's head slowly rolls over to Seer.
"This. Really hurts a lot, please, Seer, do me a favor alright?"
Seer cries confused.
"P-Pandora, what do we do, he-he's unbeatable and-."
"It's gonna be alright ok? Just grab that pouch over there, and start thinking really hard about yourself, just pour all of your feelings into it, and then eat it, can you do that for me, buddy?"
"Uhm, if you say so."
"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰."
A memory floods through Novis's brain, it is of when they were still training.
"Luce, how will I ever become strong like you one day?"
"I doubt you could really, but then again, you don't stop improving."
"Well, how do you improve so much?"
"Remember Novis, when faced against death, do not fear it, do not hesitate, simply look at it back, strengthen yourself, calm yourself down, and fight it back with all your might, sure you might die, but there's a good chance you'll get some incredible in return."
"Is it really worth it?"
"Depends, how much do you seek power? I've always been looking for more and more, which is mainly why I lower myself from my true strength, but hey I survived till now, and that's all that matters."
"Maybe I should do the same."
"Only one way to find out, now let's get back to training."
Novis readies his blade, he glares straight at his opponent, the whole room means nothing to him, his surroundings his friends even, none of that matter currently, this is a fight between him, and Artorié.
He tries to strike him down whilst he's still feeding on Pandora's Wanderer's body, but he intercepts it and dodges it quickly.
Upon looking straight at Novis, he screeches and runs full force at him.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤."
He simply places furniture in his way with Water in case he trips, but to no avail, this doesn't happen, Artorié jumps over all of them and tries to strike down Novis from above, he deflects the attack and they both go back to a neutral state, both parties are waiting for each other to mess up.
Novis runs in with his Chain blade Revving it up more and more until he realizes, if he wants to adapt, he needs to do something new, something different.
"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵."
He splits his sword into two daggers, both of them with chains and both of them with the ability to spin at high speeds.
"This seems more my style."
Artorié sees this and appears to smile even though it is quite hard to tell.
They both start clashing again but now having two weapons Novis is able to deal with Artorié's absurd style of self-harm, though this won't last for long.
Artorié throws his sword at Novis and tries to leap at him yet again, Novis on guard lands two clean slashes going deep into his flesh, but this is not enough, Artorié has no care for his body, so he starts choking Novis to death.
Seer sees this and quickly grabs the stone Pandora's Wanderer told him about.
"THIS BETTER WORK PANDORA, PLEASE, GIVE ME STRENGTH."
Almost as if he was praying, pours his entire heart onto the stone, instead of having a yellow-like color, it starts to have an orange one, it almost starts to burn in his hands but he barely notices it, once it reaches a high enough temperature he throws it straight in his mouth without looking.
Doremifa watches all of this unveiled and starts to consider, just how useful he is in this fight, this starts to annoy him more and more, he starts to let his anger take control of him.
"I'M NOT JUST GOING TO SIT HERE, AND WATCH YOU DO THIS."
He runs behind Artorié and starts punching his skull with each punch being heavier than the last.
Seer looks at his hands, and flames start to appear from them, he thinks back to his father and the incident that happened, and how these flames only brought terrible things to him, but slowly he realizes, these flames aren't ordinary flames, instead of hurting them they seem to be making him feel better, they feel almost, nice on his hands, he starts to feel calm and relaxed.
"NOVIS JUST KEEP HIM THERE A LITTLE LONGER."
When ingesting a stone you immediately gain a massive power boost, Novis can be seen having faster chains and being able to use his magic more fluidly, Seer on the other hand hasn't realized the power he has gained not only from the first one, but from the second one as well, and now that he can fully concentrate on himself, he starts creating a blade made of pure Plasma, a blade a lot larger than his previous one, almost three times in size.
"DIE YOU KNIGHT SCUM."
Seer weighs the massive blade straight onto Artorié planning on slicing him directly in half and the second he even senses this not even by his skin, but by the way he hears his armor being burned and vaporized.
Immediately he stops choking Novis, and something clicks within him, almost like a trigger happens, the Plasma blade instantly becomes black and darkens, on his touch, he screeches with all his might and where his eyes would be a faint red glow could be seen, Dark black spirits swirl around his body almost annoying him as they cling onto him, he continues to screech until they all cover his body forming a cape.
He forcefully steals Seer's tainted blade and takes it for himself, he lays it on his back to rest for a second, takes a quick second to look at his surroundings, and decides that Seer is the biggest threat, he leaps into the air throwing the sword with a spirit from his cloak, and upon landing onto the ground in front of him, he immediately switches location with the spirit, grasps the sword, and lands a clean diagonal cut onto Seer from the top of his right shoulder, all the way to left of his waist.
The only thing he sees and hears is Novis and Doremifa both screaming yet unable to hear them.
"𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥?"