Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

Zarkaeloth makes a firey spear and throws it at the Alatrice's eye.

The Alatrice does something new. It shifts, turning to crystal in a second, shattering into a thousand pieces the next.

Loup hops into the arena, doing the chicken dance.

Zarkaeloth lands on the ground and pulls up his hood. he picks up one of the shards and examines it.

Loup continues to do the chicken dance, grinning at Zarkey-Warkey.

All of the shards shatter again, forming a mildly deadly pool of sharp edges. They begin to swirl around the arena at high speeds.

Loup continues his dance with his back to the oncoming shards, seemingly oblivious.

Zarkaeloth poofs.

The crystals swirl into a tighter tornado made of sharp edges and death.

((aka headphone packaging plastic.)}

Loup giggles, skipping and jumping around the room.

Zarkaeloth stays poofed, watching from a different state.

The Alatrice forms into a snake headed dragon, roaring its death toll again.

Loup giggles again, jumping onto the head of the snake thingy ...

It turns to black crystal where he touches it.

Loup tap dances. On the head.

Zarkaeloth reappears and leans on one of the Colosseum walls, mocking the Alatrice.

In the blink of an eye, the Alatrice strikes at Zarks.

Zarkaeloth grins and poofs to behind the Alatrice, striking at it with lightning, lots and lots of lightning.

The Alatrice teleports itself, dodging the lightning as fast as the lightning itself.

Throughout all of this, Loup has continued in one smooth action, still grinning.

Zarkaeloth teleports onto the alatrice.

Where he touches it it turns crystal. Dark, and reflective he can see himself in it.

Loup sings a lusty version of down by the bay, laughing all the way.

Zarkaeloth summons a hammer, coated in lightning and smashes down towards it, with what looks like a shit ton of lightning and force.

The Alatrice shatters as he smashes, falling apart into a pile of translucent black shards.