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The staff would contact with a loud thud, but seemingly stopped the second it hit Gasten. While Aaron may have worked some practical magic, he would be no match for Gasten's training. He had simply applied the exact same amount of force, onto the tip of his staff.
Gasten's hand would now sharply pull back, most likely bringing Aaron towards him, and gave him a hug.

"Now, friend, what do you really think you can do to me?"

Gasten let go, and without even saying a word, force magic would barrel against, or through, Aaron's chest. Strong enough to punch a hole in a normal person, but Aaron would probably do something, wouldn't he?

Gasten stood there, smiling.

"Come on, Aaron! Give it your best shot!"

At this yell, it seemed a beast was talking for him, heavy roars and growls all being woven to articulate this sentence. He thrust his arms wide and into the sky, baring his chest. The tattered coat with tails was the same since Their last encounter and meeting in Bastion.

The foam began, and flung itself directly onto Gasten's torso, and a loud scream erupted. A loud crunching noise would follow it, as his hips thudded to the ground. Slowly, many of the effects currently being enacted on the populace ground to a halt, as Gasten began pumping energy into the act of raising himself. He slowly stumbled towards Aaron.
"Now that wasn't very k-kind, now was it?"
One femur was obviously dis-located, and the rest of the leg wasn't any better off. He limped towards Aaron, the foam still collecting on him, slowing his already slow progress. He began grabbing at the foam in an attempt to rip off the damn foam, putting large amounts of energy converting into strength in his ********, noticed a problem, fixed.))

((Does the foam solidify on contact, or stay in it's liquidy form?))

((Alright.))
Gasten continued ripping the chunks off as more foam flew at him, the last of it covering his chest and part of his right arm. He dropped onto the ground shoulder first, and another sickening crack was heard. Gasten continued hammering and prying away at it with his other fist, and quickly had pulverized most of it off of him. His own blood was now covering the foam, from his fist, and the floor, from the amount he was coughing up. Before standing, he spoke a few Latin words, and his blood seemed to leap up and dance, directly towards Pax. If it touched him, it would begin to find any pore or opening it could go through to get inside his body. Gasten slowly stood up, shakily.

Gasten scoffed at Aaron.
"Childish--sh."

He held his hand out, and the blood continued nearing him, but this time, stopping before touching him. A strange sound emitted from Gasten's mouth, now. Not a usual command word, but a bestial hiss. His blood seemed to tense and vibrate at the sound of it, and force magic began to pour out of it, all angled at Aaron. It would, if not fully absorbed or deflected, knock him back into a CarShack! brand store.

Meanwhile, Gasten seemed to be focused elsewhere. Directly after uttering the bestial Hiss, he began to chant himself. As he did so, large black sinews would erupt in the exit ways, causing fright in the mob. Their screams began to deafen again, as Gasten seemed to be recovering. The black strings spanned from wall to wall within the passages, and began blocking off more and more surface area.

((It's fairly large. Unless you had anything to do other than chanting, I think it works. If you want to interrupt it, you can, and you can add two turns onto your spell charge.))

Gasten turned towards Aaron, stone faced. The people, surprisingly, were allowed to run. Gasten held his face in a hand and chuckled.
"You win, I guess. After all, your research said that I needed at least twenty thousand people. There goes five out of the twenty two in this mall. Too bad for me, eh?"
Gasten began walking towards Aaron. With each step, his strides got a bit larger, and the limp slowly faded. The blood also followed, and began surrounding Aaron once more, creeping along the ground.
"That would be the case, by your research. However, my field research found some very interesting facts. Ways that this amount of blood could be lessened to the mere price of around five hundred bodies. For it's not the price that they pay for what you are doing to them, Aaron, but it's the price that you pay for what you have done. It's the pieces of you that you kill that make this what it is."
At that, the blood had completely surrounded Aaron, and began weaving itself into a tightly knit pattern. It began to mingle, just slightly, with Aaron's blood.
"Just one of the few things your idiots overlooked. That, and the true meaning, the true capacity for blood magic."
The blood would now seem to pull at Aaron's body, almost ripping it downwards as it tugged at his blood. The most likely outcome causing collapse, or at least bringing him to his knees.

Gasten walked over as Aaron continued muttering the incantation. He shot out his hand towards Aaron's arm. Mainly to see just how focused this man would be. If he got hold of it, which he probably would, he would wrench the arm upwards with terrific force, Easily ripping it from the cartilage, sinew and skin.