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"My god, you look terrible." Vladimir frowned, looking at Solomon before turning to both of them. "But don\'t worry. I\'m here to put you both out of your misery."

Ezra and Solomon exchanged glances before taking a few steps back, creating space for Vladimir to join the fight. A new contender had arrived and they won\'t be turning their back on him.

"Vladimir." Solomon snarled. "You shouldn\'t be here. Take Southside and leave."

"Unfortunately," Vladimir said casually as he walked forward, "I can\'t do that. I must have it all." He gestured to his Subjects and they streamed into the room, the fight starting again around them. The Solomon and Vladimir Subjects fought each other with Ezra\'s wives defending themselves against both.

Vladimir deployed his Aura as he got to the middle of the chamber, the three of them facing each other. Each one deployed their Aura, which clashed violently, the air itself trembling under the weight of the force.

Ezra gritted his teeth as he felt Vladimir\'s Aura pushing back, inch by inch, against his and Solomon\'s. They were pushed back a few feet, each of them bracing against the force.

Vladimir laughed loudly at the sight. He activated his tattoo and the air rippled, his Aura transforming into an almost physical form. He stood there like a dark god, his personal domain flickering with an eerie light that bent the world around him.

Solomon moved first.

His hand shot out, and the tattoos across his body flared to life, releasing a burst of psionic energy that rippled through the ground. Ezra barely had time to react. He\'d thought the vampire would attack Vladimir first but it looks like he was the more important target.

He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the wave of force that would have crushed him. As he came out of the roll, Solomon was already on him, a fist glowing with psychic energy aimed at Ezra\'s head.

Ezra ducked, feeling the brush of Solomon\'s strike mere inches above his head, the impact tearing through the space behind him with a deafening crack. Even after knowing the existence of the mirror, he definitely isn\'t playing around. Or, he wants to break it down with overwhelming force.

Without hesitation, Ezra countered with an upward strike of his own, aiming a powerful punch at Solomon\'s ribs.

But Solomon was faster. He sidestepped the blow, pivoted and delivered a roundhouse kick at Ezra\'s stomach.

Ezra blocked, reflecting the blow and the sheer force of Solomon\'s kick sent him skidding back across the ground, his feet digging trenches in the dirt.

Solomon\'s blood lashed out behind him, stabilized him and shot him back towards Ezra at full speed. He cocked his fists with a snarl and just as it came crashing down, a massive hand intercepted it.

Vladimir.

"You haven\'t forgotten me, have you?"

His form was like a shadowy colossus, moving with a grace that should not be possible for someone of his build. He gripped Solomon\'s fist mid-swing, their eyes locking in a moment of intense, silent fury.

Solomon growled, exerting his strength and Vladimir\'s domain shimmered, distorting the space around them.

"Fuck off!" Solomon snarled, his other hand igniting with psychic energy as he thrust it toward Vladimir\'s chest, but Vladimir released his grip and twisted his body, narrowly dodging the blast. .net

With the opening created, Vladimir retaliated, his fist moving like a hammer, aimed straight at Solomon\'s face.

Solomon ducked, just in time, the force of Vladimir\'s blow causing the air to crack like thunder. Solomon, now crouched, swept his leg low, aiming to trip Vladimir.

But Vladimir jumped, using his domain to propel himself into the air with unnatural ease. As he descended, his knee aimed directly for Solomon\'s head, Ezra saw his opportunity.

He poured darkness out and covered the battlefield, spreading confusion. Solomon sensed Vladimir\'s attack, rolling away. Vladimir landed, his knee smashing into the ground where Solomon had been standing moments before.

The darkness cleared to reveal that Ezra had disappeared. His wives were also gone.

"Looks like we\'re alone now." Vladimir chuckled. "Just me and you."

"Looks like it." Solomon snarled, his claws tearing a path towards Vladimir\'s chest.

Not wasting a second, Vladimir twisted, bringing a fist down toward Solomon\'s skull.

Solomon dodged, using a psionic pulse to push Vladimir back. The force of the blow sent him tumbling across the battlefield to slam into the wall.

Solomon pushed with his mind. "Die!"

Vladimir grunted, but shrugged off the attack, his domain taking the brunt of it.

"Enough of this!" Solomon took a step forward, roaring, his voice filled with raw psionic power. The ground beneath him began to split as his tattoos erupted with energy, his powers pushed to their maximum.

He summoned a torrent of psychic force, ready to crush Vladimir in one final, devastating attack.

But Vladimir was ready.

His domain expanded, enveloping the battlefield. Within his domain, Solomon\'s powers weakened, the psionic energy flickering and failing. Vladimir moved like a shadow, reappearing behind Solomon, his hand glowing with the energy of his personal domain.

Before Solomon could react, Vladimir struck, his fist plunging into Solomon\'s chest. The sound of bones breaking echoed across the room as Vladimir\'s hand gripped Solomon\'s heart.

Solomon gasped, his eyes wide with shock. His tattoos flickered one last time before dimming, the psionic energy dissipating into the air. With a final, violent tug, Vladimir ripped Solomon\'s heart free, ending the battle.

Vladimir raised the heart into the air and his Subjects cheered. Solomon\'s Subjects who were still alive quickly surrendered at the sight. There was no use fighting for a dead man.

Before long, chants began to fill the air.

"Long live the king! Long live the king!"