"Sheesh, you're REALLY angry, aren't 'cha? You need a way to sit down, kid? The more blood vessels you poppin', the more likely you're gonna get a migraine at the end of it all!" Mambala would question, partly as a taunt, but also as its own method of concern, as he'd keep playing his keys and cause the waters to materialize weapons from within, occupying the same space as the Child to try and skewer him alive once captured in its body. The boy would be forced to sink into the depths, the hooks and spikes acting as anchors to pull him deeper and deeper. He'd try to break them off with his wings and long arms, yet every time he moved, the mere bubbles and currents he made with his body would create another spike that holds him down, constantly dragging him into the ocean's black trenches. Despite such a horrid situation, Harvard merely needed to cast one spell out of his mouth, spewing small, black objects en mass.
Objects that began to beep.
KA-BOOOOOM!!!
A massive explosion, dust scattering as the body of water was pushed back and became mere droplets again. The very second he was freed, he glid across the Umibozu's body in order to close in and lunge a heavy straight, with the hands reaching around to box Sansol in and ensure the hit connects. As he tries to attack, however, the water droplets that remained on Harvard would be quick to act, a human-shaped barrier to prevent him from getting closer, though it doesn't halt his speed as a whole. Faster and Faster the boy was getting, so much so that, once he realized he still has control of the water itself, he instead shifted his body and let himself go full throttle, changing the trajectory of the punch to be the Umibozu itself, an uppercut that scooped up the ocean and nearly had it stumble. Sansol would try to play on his Keytar to control the Sea Monk again, but would catch something on his peripheral vision.
BAM!!!!
A Massive body shot from Khepros, with the Sun being held to boil the water and let it evaporate, carving away from the stump and forcing it to fall over, the stage tilting, the singer struggling. It found the opening it needed, at the worst time possible as well. People began to hammer spells upon spells onto the Umibozu: Stars, Arrows, Bullets, Cannons, Frost, Fire, Oil, Tar, Earth, Wind. Any and every spell that would be perceived as a hinderance to the ocean would be casted in waves, trying to take down the Sea Monk more and more, whilst the Star it rolls acts as the wedge between the two, preventing an easy attack. Coupling this with Harvard's savagery, swooping in to deal lefts and rights over and over again, catching the Bozu's interests more and more, would have Sansol realize he would need to enact his secondary style. He'd allow his monster to take in the artificial sun at a specific angle, allowing it to refract the light it has. Refracting such light provided a slew of colors, all of them encroaching onto the stage, as well as extending its reach over to touch Khepros. "Well, we have ourselves a lively audience! Lets start things simple here, shall we?! A Little warm-up to prepare for what's to come!" He'd brag as he'd hit the keys in a specific pattern, causing the warm colors, Red and Orange, to glow. It began to reach around and coat a small part of Khepros' shell, expanding more and more until it reaches the other side of the Walking Kingdom. People nearby would have either parts of or their entire body coated over with such a color. At first, nothing seemed to be happening.
That was until they'd feel a small heat.
FWOOOOOOSH!!
A Massive flame that smoldered a quarter of the city, hundreds, if not, thousands of people being burnt alive. The City would be forced to step back and try to remove such a color, watching as it was melting through the steel and slowly splitting itself further and further down, reaching into its circuitry and energy storage. The citizens within the City would try all they can to rescue whoever was in that color and douse such flames, healing them with whatever they have in store. Despite such attempts, most of the victims with the attack sadly do not make it. "There we are! We got ourselves some distance! Wouldn't want my crowd to gang up so close to my stage 'ere! Now, for the kid soarin' around." Sansol would state, aiming his next set of colors towards the child. As he tried to turn around, he noticed that the boy disappeared. He was curious, as he tried to look around to see if he can catch him before doing another attack.
BAM!!!
A punch out of nowhere, one straight behind the Musician as the child tried to throw him off the Sea Monk, being met once more with the barrier after such an impact was made. He was quickly coated in the same red and orange, ignited in an instant, before tossing the body away. Sansol could hear the roars out of the boy as he'd fell, dunking himself into the water to put it out, soaring back up without needing to worry about losing his momentum, resting himself at the waves. "YOU'RE ALIVE STILL? You seem more worked up than usual, too! What gives, kid? You not liking the tunes I'm rocking with?" The Musician asked.
Harvard merely stood on top of the water, his hands twitching, his eyes staring blankly at the black ocean. "You...are not human. You harmed so many people. You destroyed so much of the City without even a care in the damn world. For those reasons alone, you are not escaping. You are not going to leave my sight unscathed. Most of all, however.....You have done the one thing that I will NEVER forgive! NOT NOW! NOT! EVER!!!" He'd pause himself as he turned his head, his adrenaline already visible, his energy spiking once more, cards in his hand, seals being made, scattering around the child as he prepares to lunge up once more.
"YOU....."
"HURT.....!!"
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
A Roar that echoed and rippled across the ocean itself, with Sansol's joyous expressions dropping to a smidge of fear, the Umibozu's pale eyes widening and raising its guard, as the child flew up, his arms elongated further, his jaw opening up into a snake-like maw.
The Nuckelavee's influence in his magic was being made further.