Harvard would make the first move. The moment he tried to do an action, however, Malak would react with his speed, spinning around the group even faster than the dance between the sun and moon. Despite this, the boy went after him, not wanting to waste any time further. He could feel the effects of the story's time weigh on him, his body growing older and older with each passing minute, his bones being more frail and his mind going blank.
BAM!!
A Strike directly towards Harvard, followed by another, then another. Because of the momentum he picked up utilizing such gifted speed, he was near incomprehensible in where he would be or what would he do next. Harvard can feel the impact hitting him before the punch actively registered in his field of view. He didn't had a proper answer to this, let alone a solution in the face of someone who cannot be affected. He himself wasn't given such a gift, so how would he solve what's essentially a brick wall?
In that moment, when the Magician thought he has ran out of options, he was enlightened with one more ace up his sleeve.
"HARVARD! THE SUN! HIT THE SUN!!" Solomon cried, his voice weakened due to age. Their key to freedom is before them. The Magician can see markings fly across the horizon, reacting to it by a pre-emptive block, in an attempt to soften the next blow. Just as the Tyrant rushed in to punch through his body, someone came up by his side. Something black and white.
SHIKK!!
The attack was successful. Malak penetrated someone with his arm. As he looked up, however, he recognized he hit the wrong target, as Pria would be before the man, a gaping wound made on her chest. The beast smirked as she tried to lunge for another hit, prompting Mari to take over and apply his given effects, in an attempt to permanently remove her. "DISAPPEAR!!" He'd scream, caving in the Wendigo's body, applying conceptual erasure and instant death upon his foe. As he did, however, Pria would swing a left, still carrying her smirk. Something was off, he knows it. As he looked down to the wound, he can see the body reacting towards his arm, taking in its essence, healing from the injury, and morphing itself with such power.
She was taking his effects for herself.
CANNOT BE COPIED!
CANNOT BE IGNORED!
CANNOT BE ADAPTED!
New rules were made almost instantly, ceasing the production, yet it was too late. Pria was given at least four of the effects: Adaptation, Eternal Life, Conceptual Life, and Bypass All. A Scowl was made on Mari's face, taking over Malak's body further, the tendons that acted as spikes whitening, and the blades becoming more of a pen's tip. More words were made to ensure she would disappear, as Pria would utilize her gifted boon to strike through his reflection, her attacks properly connecting at the Author.
INSTANTLY KILLED
CONCEPTUALLY KILLED
CANNOT BE BYPASSED
DEATH!
MURDERED!
ERASED!
NONEXISTANT!
VANISH!
No matter how many words he wrote, the effects she has would keep her alive, hammering down attack after attack, which, while not fazing the man, would buy enough time for Harvard to swoop in. The Author realized this attempt and swung his arm at the direction. Pria would use one of her arms to catch the blade embedded in his skin, yet Mari would rewrite the very narrative to allow such an attack to connect.
SHIKK!!
His eyes were severed, his body is wide open. "GOTCHA!! I WIN! I WIN!! I ALWAYS WIN! I WILL ALWAYS WIN!! THAT IS WHAT IT SHOULD ALWAYS BE!! SCREW PLOT! SCREW DEVELOPMENT! AS LONG AS I WIN, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!! I'LL FINISH YOU HERE, YOU BRAT!!!" Mari screamed, his voice warping to better suit him than Malak, with the Tyrant struggling to fight back. He'd use his leg to kick off the Wendigo and lunged towards the aged prune, with the Magician reeling back, his hands gripping at his severed eyes. Right as he arrived, Harvard threw his hands forward, attempting to palm his eyes back into their sockets, but Reflection ensured he would be struck directly afterwards. Mari held no restraint, throwing straight after straight, hook after hook, blasting down erasure after erasure, death after death, blow after blow. He can see the old misfit be eroded with the sun's rays, dissipating into dust, cackling proudly as he watches Harvard be killed by his own hand. "LIKE I SAID, I WIN! I WILL ALWAYS WIN!! YOU DO NOT RUIN MY STORY AND GET AWAY WITH IT!! ONLY I DICTATE WHAT YOU DO! I AM YOUR GOD, BRAT! YOU WILL, NO, YOU MUST OBEY!!!" He'd scream, before throwing in one more strike, charging energy through his arm to deliver a gut punch, as well as channeling his own magic to ensure he remains nonexistent.
"Spiral Magic....Fibonacci"
"Book Magic....Narrative."
BAM!! KRACC!
A Direct hit. At first, the Author was in glee, watching such Spirals be made physical towards his body, twisting Harvard into a drill, slowly but surely shrinking him before being a mere speck compared to everything else, but as he was about to laugh again, he'd hear something break. A Voice would be heard once more. A Voice he despised since he entered. "Gotcha..." It spoke. His vision would be blurred, as if he saw a mirage. He'd blink his eyes to see better, witnessing what he truly hit.
The Sun.
"Wh-.....That's not....But I'm immune. I can't be affected by any Magic, nay, any effects....I'm supposed to win. I'm supposed to....I'm the exception. I'm the God here. I can adapt, ignore- I can do anything here. How....." Mari would whimper, his arms shaking, his eyes quivering. The worn Magician, now returning back to his youthful, twelve year old self, would smile, opening his own eyes.
Rather...the lack thereof. Only hollow sockets remained. "Oh don't worry. You're still immune. But I'm not." Realization dawned to the Author, recognizing what happened. As his eyes recovered, he planted something. A Spell. He'd then threw himself and planted his own eyes to him, making him see the illusion, his perception being warped entirely, blinding him from whatever would come next. Because it was pre-casted, his abilities meant nothing. He couldn't ignore this, since it's not his own. As the sun began to shatter, Harvard would recall his beasts, using them to pull his friends in. As the Author desperately tried to stop them from escaping, the Magician merely casted a set of chains to drag Valmond in, before socking him directly at his jaw. The world got faster and faster once they entered through, a roar being made towards the child, with everyone that was once in the living world regain their youth, and the characters slowly dissipated, waving their hands farewell. He can hear the voices from above.
"NO! NO, NO, NO, NO!! Stop this! Stop this now!! Delete! Delete!! Delete this bastard! Delete them All! Don't let them back in here!! STOP MOVING AND STAY DEAD!!!" The voice screamed, sounds of tearing being made. Harvard merely balled up a fist and got ready for a corkscrew, his very first action when coming back home.
BAM!!
A Direct hit, watching the man go flying into a bookcase, bringing them back to the familiar, old, creaky library.
Somehow, Harvard has overcame the impossible.