Outside of Rubix, the two descendants of the Kings would prepare themselves as they'd see the hooded figures close in, the woman knowing about Envy's malleable body, aiming to snake around him with another blast, parting her blood in order to curve and strike at the Kitsune through her eyes. Envy retaliated back by parting his own body, letting his arms and body stretch out and split into smaller arms, acting as a web to block the blood stream coming in. Tsukiya would set up a Talisman on Envy, letting it trail across the tar so that if she tries to strike again, it would result in a Yokai being summoned, and being forced into a harder battle.
Taking this into account, the hooded figure would bite into her own hand and spew some more blood, letting it course around her hands, amplifying her strength, as she'd signal for the other to attack Envy. Small, yellow strands would be visible on his bulky arms, as he tried to lunge in for a heavy punch. Strong, yet predictable, as Envy immediately dodged out of the way and attempted to aim for a palm against his face, hoping to tear off the hood and force the man to expose himself, understanding what his style was based on its size, width, and texture: Straw. As soon as he did, however, he noticed the woman was weaving around the scuffle, aiming to strike and assassinate Tsukiya. He was quick in destroying the talisman in his body and expelling it from the tar, allowing it to take shape and invade from behind the Blood Magic user. Severed heads that were quick on invading and biting into the woman, daring to drink the sanguine that was removed. As they were busy, the others would be quick on devouring the streams that got too close, letting Tsukiya evade the small spurts left and set up a talisman for the two heads, a counterattack straight for the other hooded figure.
In a panic, the man ran around in a frantic manner, unable to see the possible answer against a few heads, his straw expelling out in a cloud in order to evade and hide away. Unbeknownst, however, was that said straw cloud was the perfect response, with some aiming to slide up into the creatures eyes and causing them to go blind, making them struggle in removing the straw as it bashes its skull around to get it off. "That's it! That's how you do it, my Son! Throw the cloud here!" The woman remarked, prompting Envy to set up a defense against that telegraphed attack, his tar snaking around to catch her as he lets the heads try to bite at her neck. What he didn't expect, however, was for the Tar to bubble up as the straw to expel with him, immediately aiming for the stumps and instead stabbing into their uvula's, prompting the heads to gag and sputter as the woman bit into her tongue and let the blood that spills out from her mouth shoot as a projectile, piercing through their skulls and leaving them for dead. The straw then would take aim for Envy's arms, immediately making him retract it as he sees the duo come back. "Yes, Yes! That's exactly what I was telling you! Your magic is one of the strongest I've known, my dear! You just need to have your heart and soul ready in the heat of the moment! I'm so thankful to have a son like you!" The woman remarked once more, immediately hugging the other cloaked figure and petting his squarish head.
"So it is you two. You can reveal yourself if you want, but I don't think it matters. I know your identities now." Envy would interrupt, causing the two figures to look at one another and nod. The two began to take off their cloaks, with the bulkier one struggling as he'd use his magic to leverage the fabric with his straw.
A Farmer's build, complete with strong, rectangular arms and meaty hands, a square-like face, and a big, red nose. Navy blue overalls with a black undershirt and pants, straw leaking out from the neck and waist. A more interesting detail was of his teeth and fingernails. Both of which were yellow, but the reason for such was because they were made up of his own magic, acting as personal implants, with small holes being easily identifiable to see what was made from his magic and what wasn't. The man took a deep breath, his legs still shaking, sweat pouring down his large forehead, as he'd speak. "R-Rank 6 of the Shadow Mages! Mawkin Kurorai!" Despite his shout, the two can easily notice his voice was less than prideful. He was still scared, regardless of the upper hand he holds.
The other was quick on allowing her cloth to dampen, letting it be soaked by the blood and drop down with its weight, an umbrella quickly pulling out from the cloak and opened up, hanging over her head. An elegant woman, an hourglass figure, with a black dress that swallowed most of her skin. Her thin hands, neck, and face leaves multiple scars, almost in the shape of teeth from certain animals. Despite the disfigurement, her beauty was almost ethereal-like, as her body moved like a deer, quickly making herself in the way against the duo and her supposed son. Patterns of a sigil were embedded in both the umbrella and in the abdomen of the dress, the linework extending out to the chest, arms, and legs.
A Sigil of an Ars Goetia: Zagan. "5th Rank of my Husband's Hunters, the Shadow Mages. One of the three Empresses in Stoken. Your personal Coffin. Crimsoñia Bathory." Her voice was as smooth as silk, yet as venomous as a serpent. Her ruby red eyes stared daggers into them, as she'd signal for Mawkin to ready himself with her web-like gloves that clings to her hands. "Now then, with such formalities out of the way, my dear Envy..."
"Die for Me."