Renard's eyes shine with a determined glimmer for the first time. With all that had happened and finally remembering who he was, now he was finally out of that horrid state of mind. He knew what to do, and he had a plan-- but first, he had to escape the mansion and lay the person in his hands to rest. This was easily done, but before he could do that, he first had to find his companions: Ariel, and Maras. He did have a feeling Maras could be in the mansion; he always was attracted to trouble, and this place was definitely the holy grail of trouble.
And he had to get his original body back too-- sure, it wasn't much of a priority, and there really wasn't much of a problem with Faux's form, but the height difference and squeaky voice meant people were going to treat him like a child, not taking him seriously. It was all so strange; what really was the point of Faux taking the liberty of changing appearances to his dead self? Was there any significance of his trademark golden coat? And how did Renard's weapons even disappear with his body? Where was his body and weapons all stored? There were many unanswered questions. They were both still the same person, and but Faux was still somehow hiding something from him.
Even now, looking at Faux was strange-- he did look like him slightly, but sometimes he found it hard to grasp that Faux's form was really just Renard from around 8 years ago. He only knew of his own past not from his memories but from Faux's tales, so details like his personal growth had been left unknown because of the memory gap. It still felt like he was a different person.
Renard shakes his head and continues through to the kitchen before him, Fin still in his arms. Everything he thought about would wait for now; he had more important things to do.
That was easy. He had already found him, less than a minute after he decided to go look for him. Convenient. Renard narrows his eyes at the unsettling sight, trying to make sense of what was going on with Ariel's appearance. He sure had gotten a makeover-- and a dark one, too. Maybe this was what angels really looked like? Never could really leave the depictions of them up to artists. Nonetheless, Renard approaches him-- violent-looking or not, it was still the same person.
"Ariel... what've you been doing this entire time? Fooling around?" he remarks, forgetting entirely about the weight of Fin on his arms.
Renard's first thoughts are about how Ariel nonchalantly throws out swears and other sorts of incomprehensible dialogue as if he weren't a Christian, though whatever he is saying all seems to blend together messily-- and then his mind quickly drifts to less sillier matters like Ariel attacking him. With almost no time to react, Renard closes his eyes tightly, bracing for impact. It is only after a loud 'CLANG!' sound is heard that Renard opens his eyes again, to the strange sight of his floating blade locking together with Ariel's. He had inadvertently moved the 'Truth' to save himself. But this particular feature of the sword obviously wasn't intended for combat; the blade begins to falter, only about 2 seconds before it had started locking.
Renard quickly drops Fin, who falls to the ground with a thud. Intentionally not taking the opportunity to go for a groin-attack or anything else for his friend's sake, he instead grabs his sword in defence, continuing to lock swords in a tie with Ariel.
"What in the... you've lost your mind now, haven't you?! It's me, Renard!"
Renard's words do not come across to Ariel as intended:
"Ariel... what did you think was going to happen? Raise mutant children on a farm?"
With pressure of both blades seemingly locked in a tie, Renard can see that Ariel's blade is descending slowly upon him, yet it remains unclear as to which of the blades is cutting through the other.
Renard speaks once again. The words Ariel hears, as in the previous instance, are vastly different to what Renard intended:
"To be honest.. it gave me great pleasure to end that harlots life. She was meant to be mine!"
When the blades became locked overhead, the words Renard spoke 'To be honest.. it gave me great pleasure to end that harlots life. She was meant to be mine', seemed to jar Ariel from his sudden impulse of rage, which in turn caused him to be mindful of the obvious discrepancy concerning the unlikelihood of Renard having time to meet up with and subsequently kill Betty in the time that had transpired since Ariel left her behind in the bedroom. In one sudden moment the entire situation felt absurd. These weren't words fitting of the man, Renard, that Ariel had gotten to know, and it was obvious that there just wasn't enough time for him to have killed Betty... despite the fact that she was lying dead on the floor at their feet.
Releasing the tension from the lock of blades, Ariel stepped back, but taking no chances he kept on guard with sword at the ready. The situation may not been making any sense, but there weren't any obvious answers as to why, either.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Ariel shouted; "How can you be saying all that crap and be so nonchalant about it!?" He looked at Betty's corpse on the floor, then back at Renard. "Tell me what the hell is going on here!"
Jack is advancing at Boris when the light fills the room. In that moment, Jack halts, analyzing the change with moderate curiosity. A wave of violet light moves over his body, from head to toe, before looking back at Boris with a weak smile and empty eyes as he re-commences his advance. He is now moving faster, blurred with speed as he swings Magebuster at Boris' neck.
Boris was too large a man to dodge or parry Jack's speedy attack in time to avoid having his head lopped off, all he could really do was begin raising Revel Yell in defense while stepping back, at the same time wanting nothing more than to just move out of the way in time - and as Jack's blurred motion brought the blade of Magebuster to Boris's neck, Boris found himself behind Jack, while continuing the action of stepping back and raising Revel Yell - The whole thing happened so fast, Boris barely realized what was taking place before swinging the bone back down hard on the rear of Jack's head.
A loud, cracking thud was heard as the bone smashed into Jack's helmet, synchronized with a pulse of cyan light that charged Boris with extra power, and chaperoned by the beastly roar of a dragon that shook the room.
"You've gotta be bloody kidding me!" Buttons streaked as he circled around Bob with kitten speed; "You don't actually expect to catch me, do you?"
Pouncing high, he latched onto Bob's upper back, attacking his neck in a frenzy of claws and teeth.
Meanwhile, Sluggy continued to frantically grope his way low across the wall to the exit and tried escaping the room through gap beneath the door.