"I never said you were foolish," Akylos noted, looking at the bloodiron ground.. It once more had golden specs in it, some gold having been released from the grounds underneath the platform floor which the fight was taking place on. These golden specs saved Akylos, there forms allowing the blood of the floor to be used for a sacrifice of some sorts. From the bloodirongold floor rose the form of.. a hound, a wolf of some sorts.
This wolf took forth, sucking in the form of the solar attack, and making its own before breathing out the form of the solar energy, it having formed into a solar sword with golden tints which dropped to the ground. Akylos walked forward as the form of the wolf merged with his body. Akylos took the sword and drew it back before throwing it across the battle field, assuring that it would land in Veritas' katana and copy the magic he channeled into it, turning that magic to gold, tracing it to the source; his soul.
Meanwhile, gold remained in this new body's soul as well, as it was a clone, and the gold had become apart of Veritas's soul. Now, the gold was well infiltrating the depths of Veritas's soul. It was commanding the rest of his body, taking over his brain. And its first order of business was to stop Veritas's heart. Soon, Veritas would drop dead. No air was something a sage could deal with, but what if their heart stopped? How would Veritas possibly assure victory over death once more?