"You got it, fearless leader!" Darin smirks and twists his wrists, the collars yanking the heads close enough together that they can merge and become one massive collar. He even wrenches the heads back to give Shiro a better shot at the body.

"Not exactly the prettiest bouquet but I've seen worse, right?!"

With the heads locked back, it seems like there's a clear shot to the body. But two massive wings cool and gold around from the back, swooping in to form a shield against Shiro's assault.

"Oh come on...!" Darin was beginning to get tired. All of these literal mental gymnastics and using his powers were making it easier for Diomuhr to unleash his own. Panting, he starts to think. He needs materials. He needs to level the playing field somehow.