Eclipse of the Magi

The Shadow lunged forward to continue the onslaught, his hands splitting in half and reforming to make extra arms, allowing him to box both of the newlyweds without having to worry about them taking advantage of his blind spot. Two of his arms went towards the Groom, with one of them launching a punch into its stomach, before a second goes into its arm, trying to break it off. Another two arms would be towards the Bride, trying to grab and rip out one of her saws to use as a personal knuckleduster, piercing through the sharp metal and gripping it tightly so as to slash and puncture through her.

Both would work synonymous with one another, attempting to increase their speed to circle around, letting them deal with each other's attack. Shady recognized the switch and would extend his arms instead, going for a clothesline to strike them over, prioritizing the chest and stomach to make them fall over and land on the ground. As they landed, both newlyweds would try to arm themselves and grab ahold of the shadow, letting themselves sink inside of him in order to directly aim and attack the child. As Shady prepared a defense mechanism to prevent the incoming destruction, he noticed that their eyes were visible once more, most likely through their broken masks, slowly reforming themselves. He can see the Wife's eyes being sunken, as if it was a duty she didn't wish to do, a command she didn't wish to carry through. He can see the Husband's eyes being sharper, more determined, as if he wanted to complete the task at hand, if anything than to ensure they are safe. They were no longer trying to kill the child because they wish to.

They were doing so because it is their preferred self-defense. Whilst the Commandment still glowed and ensured they wouldn't attempt such, they couldn't care less about doing it for such a desire as anger or malice. They were truly in love with one another.

The bullets and rockets flew into Shady with no hesitation, having them be met with both the depths of the ocean and the miasma of such black mass. Both of which would be made denser, the former due to the blood from such frogs being murdered, the salinity being extracted by the shadows and inserted into the ocean in order to make it harder and harder to pass through, whilst the shadows simply added more mass through Solomon's spells, of which he would push his energy to the max, effectively creating a double shield to defend himself. Recognizing this, the Groom opened its hand once more, casting his style of magic. "T.M.I Now Processing..." the Machine spoke, yet the Shadow would try to intervene in a flurry of blows. Barrages upon barrages pummeling at the metal, denting it harder and harder as more force kept being applied, yet the Groom's arm still extended in length, clasping at his hand over and over again to enact such torture.

SHIKK!! SHIKK!!! SHIKK!!!

His body was being punctured repeatedly, mass amounts of blood being spilled out, yet Solomon stood firm, barely budging towards the attacks, even if it hurts like hell. "The Iron Maiden. What a joke..." He'd mock, prompting the Groom to go faster in such presses, yet beyond what it can see, he was already being healed, his body channeling the energy within Shady to fuel the garden, no matter how much it gets stained by his crimson fluids. He'd try to take deep breaths, though the more the attack kept coming, he'd start to lose feeling in his legs, struggling to stand as tall as he could, the mask from the Groom brimming as if it was smiling, finally having a chance to take down the boy, despite such harsh punishment it was getting. The Shadow doubled its efforts, even generating more hands to grab ahold and split in half the figure's arm, just for the Groom to back up and plant his foot near the metal chunks, healing himself in the process. The Shadow would counter this by swatting such cubes away, possibly even stealing some, but because of his hand, and to an extent, a chance to throw in its whole body into the mass, such metal was never far out of reach.

The Bride stood by nearby, supplying as much metal as possible, carrying them straight to the Groom so his grip stood firm. The Shadow tried even further, creating tendrils to let loose on the chapel itself, an aggressive barrier to keep away the Bride and to ensure he would stop torturing his own child, yet the Bride was fast enough to evade and dance back and forth across the wet ground. "Nothing here is useful..." The Shadow thought to himself. "Every time I try to fight back, they seem to have a solution prepared. Every instance they get a chance to breathe, I lose my momentum and they bounce back. Every strike, every spell, I'm tryin' my all here, but they just won't stop! He's going to die at this rate!! Damnit, Damnit, DAMNIIIIIT!!!" His panic was evident on his face, his eyes becoming a spiraled mess, darting them around the chapel for any solution he can have against the duo, yet nothing seems to be of any use.

His hopes were slowly starting to become in vain, a scream of rage and regret escaping from the shadow, not being able to handle both simultaneously like Solomon did, closing his eyes in fear of him disappearing back into a meager shadow before the two robotic figures. As he'd close his eyes, trying to ignore the situation, deafening himself on sheer instinct to escape from it all, he'd hear something else. Something that he could've only heard in pure silence: Metal. Metal was being scraped around somewhere, as if it was being sharpened on a whetstone. He doesn't dare try to open his eyes, rather making a face within the miasma to see what was going on.

Solomon's book, the Codex Gigas, was in its proper size, its pages flipping, a sword being scraped. The Biblical Sorcerer had a solution.