The shade of Diomuhr roars in protest, shattering the ice shackles just a little too late. The Black Lion tears through its form, and while the damage is done, its hard to take down something so...abstract. How does one fight the soul of an Archfiend?

For a moment, Diomuhr's form shifts and becomes almost insubstantial...until it reforms again sporting eight serpentine heads with enormous fangs. They bob and weave angrily and strike out at Shiro as he nears them for another strike.

Darin grits his teeth angrily and rushes forward, skidding to a stop before the mountainous monster.

"I'm getting a little...fed up with you...!"

He smashes his hands into the ground, forcing his magic into the earth, forcing it to take shape. A dozen massive stone tendrils erupt from the dirt and launch into the sky. They bob and weave with in time with the gnashing hydra heads, then snap up and ensnare them about their necks. They reshape themselves into collars, which then erupt into massive thorns, biting and digging into the temporarily corporeal form.

"Y'know, Diomuhr, you may have told me the secret behind this power...but it's still mine! My mind! My power! My body! Do you hear me?! You can't have any of it!"