Kefka's smirk grew, his body glowing an eerie pale color. Victoria's blasts collided with a barrier brought up without even a word from the masked man. Mina's magic brought the pole to wrap around Kefka, but the metal suddenly seared red, the metal burning into liquid around him. Zahary's projected objects flew at Kefka. He casually raised his hands, the objects stopped moving in mid-flight, falling to the ground. He sees Mike heading for him, extending a hand outward as Mike's blow collided with it. Kefka was driven back as the blow caused him to drag across the ground, but otherwise he looked unharmed.
He looked at the group with an eerily serene smile. "My turn." Mystic power erupted between his hands, the ground tearing apart from the force. "Catch." His hands shot out, sending a massive force of mystic power at the group.
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