Coyote
The Ferryman
The Grand Royal Ballroom
The Advisor remained silent, although he knew he slipped up. The flames consumed him. The Sdvisor fell to the floor, clawing himself from the sheer agony. His mask melted, his clothed burned, and his skin burned away. Suddenly the Angelus blade from Robin came down on the Advisor, driving itself into his skull and cutting his head in half, vertically. The Advisor fell to his knees, the flames still burning his body. Black blood fell like a river onto the floor. It wasn't long before the flames died out, considering the light consuming air suffocated the flames and smothered them out. All that was left was a corpse... That... Now held a ghostly aura. Laughing emerged from the supposed dead Advisor. He stood up, his burned body and chopped face laughing maniacally. Flesh began to reform, attaching the two halves of the Advisor's face back together, and healing the burns. "You know what the best part about knowing Death Magic? Borrowing," he said. The new skin, and the new head was not the Advisor's head and skin. The Advisor got a transplant from the next life. He used Sercus' body to regenerate his own. Not only that, but he still has Polorus' body to use as well. The only thing that wasn't replaceable was the mask, which was now deformed, melted, cracked, and even showed hints that there was a human face behind that mask. Suddenly, the Advisor spun, swinging his rapidly. A wave of black energy similar to the blast that hit Robin, shot out like a sweeping tidal wave. If the others didn't jump over it fast enough, it would prove fatal.