[Area] Seth's Dream dome

Logan had managed to stay on the surface of the macaroni flood, quickly turning towards the ghostbusters.
"'Evening officers, we were all just minding our own business when this guy appears and starts doublekilling people with his staff. Be careful, it seems to be able to injure people's spirit forms."
The fake Thief of Life was deceptively calm, although this was easily explainable. Being based on RN's memories of LA, and RN having never seen LA worried, the faker just defaulted to acting calmly.

Nora, finding this the moment to strike, bites her finger. She lets some of her blood flow as it forms into something sharp. A sword for battle. Nora brandishes her blood blade she had been practicing with before and she starts toward the tattered heir. She gets ready to strike.

The woman in white's strike rends the ground at the heir's feet, fizzling where it hits them but dealing enough damage to the ground to destabilize it and knock them off balance. The incoming wave of cheese washes over them with that distraction in place, the chaos of the room subsiding with their assault brought down. More ghosts are pulled out of the way and things seem to be looking up when the police show and the flood levels fall, a figure coated in mac and cheese propped against the wall hidden from view, arms splayed against the wall.

"...............how....."

The blob barely recognizable as containing a person, or whatever it is, shudders.

"many................."

A horrendous noise rips through the area, the blob exploding into a crackling dark bonfire as it chars, turns to ash and chars further, nothing left but the heir wreathed in pitch black flames. The embers gather in its left, open palm, one halve of its stave at its waist and the other in its right hand. A right hand cracked at the shoulder, that shatters outright at the point leaving a gap in its arm that's quickly filled in by an outburst of more black flames. They run the length of that arm, static engulfing it to match them as it expands, stave forming into something new at the wrist and then further out.

"stink.... every.........O Ne...THAT ONE...!!!!! HO W MANY....... KILL......... WHICH ONE!!!!!""

Lowering its head it primes its right arm behind it, a gap flickering with flames bridging the shoulder to the rest of its now elongated, somehow artificial arm, fingers of the 2-yard appendage coming to sharp points. At its twitching wrist a circular object grafted to the back mirroring one on the bottom, the top protruding three bladed extensions at least 4 yards across coming to unnaturally hooked claws that call dark sparks as they drag along the ground behind it. The black flames in its left palm crackle as they shrink inward, the thing that can only be called a monster with that right arm howling incoherently as it rushes forward and swings that mangled mockery of an arm in a wide circular slash deceptively quick and primed to tear any caught in the way asunder. Next it swings its left arm in follow-up, a crescent wave of pitch black flames rushing another direction, which it cares not so long as many are caught in its wake.

Nora jumps up into the air, seeming to dodge the brunt of the attacks, her clothes getting somewhat singed and her right leg getting burnt some. She points at the... Human and she yells, "You there! You're not getting away with messing with this happy ending!" Nora promptly sends down spikes of blood down at the darkened mass of the enemy and prepares to defend against another attack as she floats in the air.

Patrick and Kcirtap attempt to retreat out the castle doors and into the bubble's outside, trying to take advantage of the sacrifice their android friend made for them.

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Meanwhile, *Aperture starts trying to build up enough energy to save himself as well. The only saving grace is that he landed on top of one of the Null crystals that he had scattered in his leap, using part of his energy to resume the scan of it.

Remose enters the Dome to find Kek on the floor. "Hello little friend. I need you to be strong for me, alright? I'm going to help you."

The busters were not prepared for this.
The main buster calls a retreat and the squad begins shuffling back towards their squad cars right outside. They did not sign up for something messed up like this.
One of the busters however, Buster Green, seems to have different ideas. From a fair distance across the room, he launches a containment net, covered in various warding charms that supposedly work against evil spirits, towards the now black flaming tattered heir.

He ain't afraid of no ghost slayer.
Only time will tell if his actions are wise however.