*The shapes maintain their offensive, but eventually notice something's up and even these shapes are aware of that.* ... "I adapted. The Mantle decrees that you may be spared of any further harm. You have been disarmed." *The shapes then seems to stop attacking. The Chroma then gestures at the sky, and so do his shapes. His lights then flash a liquid blue for a moment, then a boom of thunder, then what appears to be a small cloud, dispensing a waterfall, appears to form in-between Chroma's hands. The four shapes that were in combat have reverted to their 'closed' state and are simply hovering there.* "Drink of this and rest. We have bested you. Without one of the two you are vulnerable, and with this you will admit it. I have bested you in unrestrained combat." *The shapes that were fighting have returned to the ring of themselves. Chroma descends until he is at ground level; as the fight was proceeding, he had merged with some of his 'limbs'; he's bigger, his wings are a mixture of the types; Sentient armour hovers over the pelt. He looks at Leyla.* "Be assured this: She isn't dead, nor would I have wasted my effort to cut you down, for that is bad for reputation, yes?" *The Chroma then hovers over, next to her. He proceeds to let go of the cloud-thing, which then would limit it's lifespan. The Chroma then returns to the last spot, and stands there, he's taller than he was before.*