"Forma Felicitatis!!!"
"Figura animi...Forma imaginationis."
"A minimus puer...Ad senem qui solus ambulat..."
"Non curat corpus.....Non curat de mente...Omnes curat..."
"...est ut scintilla gaudium in omnibus!!"
"Per invocationem meam....in omni gloria eius mirabilem gaudium mihi afferam!!"
"ARAWAREU!"
As the green light emerged, the two in front would take aim towards the caster, with one tossing up a set of dice around the boy's area, and the other taking aim to shoot him across his heart.
4, 4, 1, 4, 1.
BANG!! KA-BOOM!!!
A combination attack of bullet and bombs, the dice blowing up in accordance with the number rolled, the 1's being enough to cause a small crater, followed by the 4's to release a bunker bomb level of explosion yield. Despite such catastrophic damage, as well as the potential to snag the boy back into his contract again, the seal was quick on absorbing the energy and force from both, with Harvard casting a spell to catch one of them in another seal, one embedded in his hand, as the monster crawled out and tanked the blast. A maddening cackle was made once more, as it reached its arms out to pull out the many burning trees, biting into the flames itself, and unleashing it down like a dragon's breath in the vicinity, laughing maniacally as it watched the two back away from such calamity.
"Rex Imaginationis! Rex Felicitatis!!"
"FLEISHER!!"
The Jack-in-a-Box was ecstatic, as it began to bounce around the forest and give chase, with Harvard close by, hiding away in the Box itself in order to avoid being struck, his bones sticking out to stab inside and hold him steady. The figures in the back made a sound retreat, leaving the front to fight on their own. "Great... Once again, the devil didn't give me the information that would've helped..." One would say, as he'd begin to take off his cloak.
"HAH! Sucks to be you, man! Weakest man over here's not a threat for the big bird. He's probably got an eye on you with those bullets o' yours!" Another would jeer, as he'd bent backwards and allowed his own cloak to be taken off. Their appearance was finally known: The jeering one being a suave man, black fedora and three piece suit to match. Black dress shoes and pants to accompany him, as well as a few rings around his fingers, each one possessing a special gem. Out of his sleeve, he would wield a cane, solid gold, an eye on its base. A skeleton grin was on his face as he stared off to his opponent. "Vice Captain and 2nd rank soldier of the Shadow Mages! The Luckiest Gambler who ever lived! Axel Broadway! At yah service!" A point to the sky, a pose struck to shock and awe his imaginary crowd.
The other, however, was more stern. Camo vest and guards across his body, camo pants to cloak him further. One of his arms was covered by a massive gun, a wide barrel and two bandoliers snaking his body, acting as his belt. His hair was a messy brown, strands sticking out. Alongside his tired eyes, even the oblivious can see he was a soldier who wishes to end everything much the same. "Vice Captain. 2nd Rank Soldier of the Sons of Man. Bronx Stophles." He'd respond calmly, as he took aim for Axel's face and fired his weapon. Despite a perfect aim, his eyes knew better. He'd watch as the Gambler would use his cane to block the attack, the gold melding with the bullet, scattering around and stabbing at the flora, allowing him to use his magic and spread it like a disease, a metallic tumor that consumed and warped around as hands to grab both Bronx and Fleisher.
Gold Magic.
As such hands emerged, Fleisher was quick to lift his box as if it was a set of overalls, the momentum pushing him upwards and bouncing off in the air, flipping around, snickering at the man for thinking such an attack would do him harm. Bronx, meanwhile, was still grounded in reality. He'd try to run across the trees, seeing the flames turn to a solid metal once they swarmed around, as he'd switch ammo and barrels, taking a wider stance, a cannon, as he'd fire the shot straight at the monsoon of appendages.
KA-BOOM!!!!
A massive explosion, big enough to scatter the liquid and make it rain, with Stophles and Axel hiding in the trees as cover, whilst Fleisher would be forced to react to what's coming up. He'd take a deep inhale and curve his body, making himself boomerang up to the air and back down, huffing and puffing, even changing his head's shape into a wolf, before blowing away the shower of wealth, such force being enough to even push the clouds above, said clouds taking legs and running away from the shower that they thought would hit them as well. Axel merely snapped his fingers and allowed the metal to scatter into small particles, acting as his personal snow as he climbed up the branches. "Boy, this is gonna be a doozy, alright." He'd mock, his grin still visible.
"Be honest, you were trying to kill me with Midas there, weren't you?" Bronx would retort, resulting in Axel laughing in the same way as Fleisher.
"HAH! Yah know it! Despite being my Best Friend, Mi 'Personal Amigo'-"
"We're not friends."
"I..... still need to kill yah. Sozo's already busy in genocidin' out any excess outside the circle, so we gotta do our job IN it."
"That's not answering how are we going to deal with the living toon, Broadway."
"You mean how are You gonna deal with the toon."
Bronx would scoff as he understood his message all too well. He'd reload his gun and covered himself in the shrubbery, aiming straight between its eyes, trying to be as discreet as possible. A two versus one, and yet in his mind, he hopes this is enough to bring him down.