One of his duplicates encountered the sad fate of his dovin basal being silence for eternity, but that did not prevent Arkan from saving the integrity of the other duplicate and his own dovin basal. Reacting with the empowerment of the Force, although imbalanced in the rate of his increased metabolism, Arkan dodged aside as the hulky mass tried to assassinate the remainder of his equipment. The other Arkan whose dovin basal met its fate, faded back into the host form as he dodged.
"Malice," Arkan sent telepathically even at the rate of his metabolism, Malice Draclau's mind would process it at normal speed since it was not entirely mortal,
"There is an urgent dilemma I am facing, one I do not seem to have found quite easy to deal with such a person... he is beyond even a Jedi Master... or I think he likes playing god in his own demented mind..."
Arkan rolled aside and in his unstable state, began to become insubstantial in reality. A spark of pure light manifested within him, certain at the pinnacle of his uncontrollable being, one that he did not feel at all, he didn't notice it, he lost control. His voduun crab armor faded, as did his dovin basal, as did his amphistaves, melting into him or away, all that was known as that it was gone from sight. Arkan was a darkening being with a shimmering core of light, as though the flesh was of sin and the soul was of purity that would not coexist properly with the other component.
"Animus facit nobilem," Arkan bellowed in a mingling of both a gutteral and faint whispy voice,
"Ave Force morituri te salutant!"
And in the chaos of his enraged being, Arkan's whispy dark form darted at this Jedi Shadow, with fist pulled back summoning the Force in this focus also shimmering with a glarish white light. This man was sorely aggravated by this seemingly god-like foe, almost as though the Force willed such a possibility onto Arkan's chaos. And he did it at such a speed that the Force would have thought to have granted him something not even Arkan understood, how rare that may be. The electricity shot off from his body still, yet now it centered its energies onto his empowered fist and at this time, the Jedi Shadow would have only been turning to prepare a counter against Arkan. If logic rang in his mind properly, he would hit with the fist of fury, locked onto the familiar yet alien essence of this being before a counter was possible, with or without the Force.
