Roared words full of hatred rose from the steam as the winged beast-man shot up towards the calmly floating demon, who looked down with displeasure on what few injuries had befallen its foe. A blade was pulled from the back of the advancing warrior, and the moment crimson eyes met with the ethereal weapon an overwhelming sensation engulfed the demon's mind. Be it fear, excitement, or simple madness, the millenia old soul Malnmre found a twisted malice and strength that matched; no, possibly even surpassed its own. The struggle not to give in to the alluring pain and insanity that reminded it so much of its mortal death was maddening, enraging, distracting. The blade, so fierce and so fast, ripped through the base elements suspended mere feet from the demon's own head, igniting them instantly upon contact. No breaths were drawn, no eyes blinked; as fire engulfed the mortal flesh of Malnmre a portal opened directly behind it, an instinctual creation wrought from a deep uncertainty about this newly drawn weapon. The portal had not been strong enough.

As its body was pulled into the wormhole, the same, gruesome weapon rent through the right arm of the demon, cleaving it clean from its body as the rest disappeared into the blackness of the void, along with the portal. Several hundred feet away Malnmre reappeared, spewed upon the stone of one of the last rooftops before the cavern opened up into nothing but a gigantic river and a far-off waterfall. Landing unceremoniously, and with the unnerving image of that demon blade still fresh in its mind, a roar of pain and frustration leapt from its lungs while blood still gushed from its severed arm and burnt face. The entire right side of the demon's head was but blackened bone and muscle tissue, and a deep, deep hatred brewed while blue arcs of energy engulfed and regenerated its muscle and skin. Turning its attention towards its arm now, the same blue light ensconced it, slowly restructuring bone, tendon, muscle and flesh. Malnmre disapprovingly rose the new arm, stretching its naked digits. Because of the nature of its bond with its host, they shared some personality traits, and it was rather fond of that steel-plated leather gauntlet.

It was now extremely clear that this fight very possibly could kill them both, and it was no longer the time to play with its foe. A brilliant azure aura surrounded the body of the demon, and pure carbon was rent from the atmosphere to form diamond scales as thick as leather which became bonded to the very skin of the half-mortal. Infinitely small arcs of alpha energy met each molecule and freed it from its bonds, before spreading through every other nearby molecule exponentially. The carbon was fused to every inch of skin, extending even under its bloodied leather vest, and brown cloth pants. Every muscle in the demon's mortal body was strengthened threefold, its bones absorbing some of the carbon to create a diamond coating, which also protected the tendon and muscle attachments while allowing full mobility. The veins and arteries were strengthened and widened, and unnecessary body systems such as digestion were temporarily shut down to maximize energy efficiency. Throughout all this its lungs breathed deeply, and quickly, hoping only to lessen the energy lost from such a transformation.

The adrenal gland of the demon's host body was augmented to double the output, and hardwired to allow direct stimulus and activation of it at any moment. The hand which was without a gauntlet grew black diamond claws and a smooth blade extending three feet up and out of the elbow, both filled with oxygen pressurized to such a point it solidified and became red, exhibiting even higher explosiveness than the liquid form of the element. Veins of this same red oxygen, only this time visible underneath thin layers of clear carbon scales, grew to cover almost every outer inch of the blackened armor, branching from thicker veins nearer the center of the body. Each of these was designed with enough shielding in between the mortal flesh of Malnmre and the oxygen to direct the blasts outward should something break the thinner outer scales covering them, and sections were blocked off to prevent them all igniting at once. The rest of the excess oxygen created from splitting the carbon dioxide molecules, along with pure oxygen drawn in from the air, was also solidified under pressure induced by a globe of voids surrounding the assembled element, and sent directly to the Void itself both to avoid another mistake, and to maintain its solidified state. Finally, the crackling blue arcs of Alpha receded, leaving the regenerated and armored demon standing atop the edge of a dark blue oblivion.

Both arms raised to grasp the hilts of each sword on Malnmre's back, and the blades sang their gratitude as they flew from their respective sheaths and collided, handle to handle, in front of the demon. Its deep red eyes closed as lips covered in black diamond scales uttered ancient words of amalgamation. Light burned from every angle as the two enchanted swords fused, their blades curving in either direction and serrated edges forming on the inside edge of each. The hilt of the double-bladed sword grew blackened fingers at each end, which twisted up and away from the edges. Veins of crimson, which pulsed in time with the demon's heart crawled up each blade, and as the light subsided an ethereal, white flame engulfed the weapon held in its master's gloved hand, though no harm would've been done to its owner even without the protection of blackened scales. The other hand opened its claws, violently drawing carbon dioxide towards it with powerful vacuums as it created a chain whip at least thirty paces long, with familiar veins of crimson oxygen crawling along every link, though that was merely a last resort. The true advantage of the chain lie in its ability to create a connection, if even momentarily, which might allow the demon to deconstruct a weapon of its opponent, and maybe even its opponent directly. The physical distance from the chain itself in which the deconstruction was effective was up to three feet. Malnmre boldly stood, defiant in the face of another power such as itself, and willing to push its host body to the absolute limit to destroy this unwelcome intruder. It even grinned, blood red eyes pulsing brighter in time with the exposed veins on the blades of its swords in their strongest state: Ashyrn.