Dora raised his hands like an orchestra conductor, and the mournful concert began.
Wrath swung his axe to sweep the area with the Personas, but instead of an explosion occurring, it was his arm that disappeared, cut off in an instant by Sigma.
The Mad jumped on the fusion Dora, his leap creating an explosion of magma, then punched his opponent but only hitting the perfect shield.
He raised his foot to kick, when a shower of swords descended on him, whirling, shattering, slicing.
His wounds glistened, and his body began to swell again, yet Omega appeared at his back, his hands leaving a black stain on Wrath's shoulder, before being caught in the Mad's explosion and instantly vaporized.
Shaka's right arm was regenerated, and he rushed at the Dora fusion, a terrible laugh emerging from his cranial face, when a lava dragon emerged from below, its jaws wide open.
