Phaerys can feel incredible power flowing through him, almost overwhelming his suit before finally a large ebony beam is unleashed.  As Blooddrinker arcs upwards and seems to almost disembowel Light, the dark beam slams into her back, seeming to almost melt part of her figure away.  Shimmering silver blood splashes out over the platform as her disfigured body collapses to the ground.  All three of the Darkness figures soon are cut down by the onslaught unleashed by the multiple Warbosses, ebony blood flowing over the platform and mingling with the silver  blood like some sort of macabre display.  A moment later however there is once more a surge of power from within the well as Darkness reforms once more.  He wastes little time in creating 3 more copies of himself and launching attacks at the bellowing Warbosses even as he speaks towards Phaerys.

"Bravo warrior, valiant effort and certainly sensible thinking but you still miss the mark...isnt that right dear Sister?"

As if in response, Light reforms once more, her shield undamaged and her blade shimmering brilliantly.

"You are correct Brother."

She floats over to the well, reaching out a hand and it comes to rest on what seems to be like an invisible bubble over the well.

"You seem to misunderstand what my Brother said.  WE are our only weakness and while there was a period where I would have revelled at plunging my hand down and proving I was right...I know now we both were wrong and so I no longer have such a desire."

She taps her fingers against the invisible surface before withdrawing her hand.

"You can continue to try with all your might to stop us but at this point we will continue to return time and again until you have nothing left."

"No...."

While faint, even with the sounds of battle between Gulgrim and Darkness, a voice is heard.  Vee raises herself off the ground, leaning on an arm as she glares at Light.

"Oh...you decided to rejoin us I see. It matters..."

Light is cut off as Vee shifts up to one knee, her gaze never leaving the shining deity.

"I know the truth....about both of you.  Understanding...is a three edged sword.  Your side....their side...and the truth.  The two of you battled for ages, so certain you were each in the right.  Countless worlds suffered until you were locked away...and then you brought your argument...to my world.  Billions paid the price for your actions.  They held back for so long hoping the two of you would find the truth and you didnt.  They however HAVE seen the truth and thus...it ends...now."

Vees eyes suddenly flash and seem to turn into pitch black orbs as she slams her hands down into the platform, the surface cracking as her hands seem to clench down into the ground.  All of the Companions can detect a surge of power growing within the woman as her body seems to tremble and shake, her teeth clenched tightly together.

"What?  You cant..."

Lights voice seems to momentarily waver as she beholds the sight.  Power continues to grow within Vee and then the Companions can easily detect that the power is coming from elsewhere.  From within the well in front of them and from a great distance behind them.  It seems as if the woman is somehow drawing power from both wells.  Vees body continues to tremble as power continues to whell up inside of her.  Her mouth opens wide as she lets out a loud howl.  The tone and pitch of the howl seems to almost alternate to those who hear it.  Filled with rage and anger one moment before shifting into a cry of extreme pain and sadness before shifting back.  Her howl seems to almost increase in volume as more power flows into her.  Then suddenly ebony black wings seems to explode from her back, the feathers shimmering as trails of Light dart over the surface, similar trails now also swirling around the orbs that have replaced her eyes.

"No...you cant do this. You....cant!"

Light finally seems to shake herself from her stupor as she raises her blade high and moves to attack Vee.  At the same time a voice pierces the minds of all the Companions.

"Companions, you must protect her!  Do whatever you must to keep the siblings from harming her!"

None recognize the voice but they can easily sense great concern within it as they can also see a ghostly looking figure standing behind Vee, its hands clasped behind its back as it seems to watch over her.

Phaerys grew suspicious of the growing interference the deeper he attempted to probe into the well of darkness. No matter what he tried to bypass it, this interference seemed as if to respond reactively in countering his efforts. The only evidence pointing toward an outside entity was a unique energy signature, likely not native to this plane. The Ataran dutifully recorded these readings for later study.

He noticed the energy surge as the deities were felled – almost immediately they rose again, ready to face the Companions once more. The thunderous bellows of a certain Ork Warboss caught his attention for but a moment. Gulgrim had finally found the fight he was longing for – an opponent who would always get back up after a good krumpin’, raring for more. An Ork’s idea of true heaven.

Meaning Phaerys could be assured of a reliable diversion. Good. It would likely be needed.

With the knowledge that the wells were being used to empower and revive the twin divinities, Phaerys looked from the well beside him to the raging battle, his mind racing. Darkness’ well could be destroyed right here, cutting him off from his source of power and preventing his revival, but Light would remain unopposed, with her well all the way back in Seraph lands…

He could see only one answer to this fiendish equation.

With an almost solemn air, Phaerys stepped closer to the well and laid his hands upon it. There was no time to prepare a specialised device to siphon off power – a crudely made interface directly connected with his suit would have to do. He’d have to trust that the Paradigm Field would weather the worst of any metaphysical damage.

He had to work quickly. Darkness would be sure to notice the source of his power being stolen away bit by bit, funnelled into the mechanical chassis that was most certainly not intended for this kind of stress testing. Phaerys would take as much as he dared – as much as his suit would allow short of catastrophic failure – before attempting to discharge the stored energy in a singular, controlled burst aimed straight at Light...

As three copies of Darkness all bring their blades to bear against the Avatar of Gork and Mork, The Warboss's scowl turns to a bloodthirsty grin. In an instant, where once the Warboss fought with only two arms, suddenly there are six, four additional spectral limbs appearing around the Warboss as weapons and skitter against power klaws and energy fields as the six-armed Warboss duels his three opponents.

"Dat was a mistake, dat was." The warboss chuckles amid the ring of combat. "You'z don't know how Orks work." The pace was picking up, the Warboss's defense turning into an offense as he seemed to become faster, stronger, more incessant in the face of an enemy that would not die on him.

"Ya just told me, da AVATAR OF GORK AN' MORK, dat no matter 'ow 'ard I'z krump ya, you'z just gonna come back fer more!?!?"

Suddenly the warboss is behind one of the duplicates, having seemingly slipped through the momentary buckling of reality, the sheer glee that he feels seemingly focusing his energies to the point that his teleportation seemed to happen without fanfare or explosion, just a momentary blink and the Warboss was swinging three simultaneous right hooks at one of his opponents.

"It's da best gift ya could ever give me!" The warboss was laughing now, the glory and mania of endless combat washing away his previous malaise, the prospect of an immortal opponent laid before him meaning he no longer had to hold back or prolong things- they would last under anything he could throw at them. Or so they said, anyway. He fully intended to test that theory.

"Ya hear dat ladz!?" The Warboss bellowed to the rest of the companions, his booming laughter and shouting carrying over the din of battle. "Dey said I ken Krump 'em all I'z like! Take yer' time wif' beatin' em' proppa now, I'z gonna enjoy dis!"

Perhaps Darkness did not realize what his errant words had unleashed. An avatar embodying two gods of battle and brutality, cunning and viciousness, was now given free reign to unleash his full might upon foes who would not break too early for the fight to be enjoyed. Gulgrim's assault was steadily ramping up in ferocity, blows hammering harder, faster, and more incessantly as his immortal foe continued the fight, not weakening as perhaps Darkness thought it would with the realization of his opponent's indestructibility.

Gods of darkness and light they may be, but this was a fight. And that was where the twin gods of the Orks reigned supreme.

Phaerys put some distance between himself and Gulgrim the moment the latter rocketed forth to get stuck in and do some long-awaited krumpin', lest he find himself caught up in the Warboss' rampage. The Ataran decided to leave Darkness to Gulgrim and focused his attention on Light. He didn't so much as flinch when Light brought up her radiant shield - after all, what was the light of one sun in the face of another?

At Soul Reaver's request, Phaerys took pains to instead skirt around the maelstrom of battle and reach the well unnoticed, that he might turn the tide in his allies' favour. He had faith that his suit's paradigm field would be enough to ward against the Warp energy flowing forth. It had to be.

The Ataran cautiously approached his objective, comfortably settling into his familiar role in spite of the utter pandemonium unfolding around him. He peered into the well. An array of built-in suit sensors measured and studied as he raced to trawl through the most relevant data. Destroying the well would have been far too risky this close up without knowing how volatile it was. If Darkness and Light were drawing energy from this somehow, perhaps that energy could be diverted...

Soul Reaver takes a step back as the explosions from Gulgrim's attacks cause the ground to shudder.  He glances at the towering forms before him, then at the pool nearby.  He had could feel the energy flowing from the pool, but even though Darkness was under brutal attack, Light appeared to be generating a shield that might render all of Gulgrim's efforts moot and prevent him from getting close enough to do anything.  He would need to engage the glowing being.

The small number of lesser Daemons that survived Darkness' earlier assault retreat, fanning out to avoid the possibility of being wiped out in a single explosion.  The Fire Daemon joins them, clutching its broken wing, snarling as it tries to set the bone in approximately the right position with an awful crunching noise.

Soul Reaver twirls Blooddrinker in his hand, takes a deep breath, and then charges at Light.  With a firm two-handed grip, he thrusts the cursed blade point-first at Light's energy shield.  He didn't expect that the sword would penetrate right away, but it would instead quickly sap the energy being used to generate the barrier.

Nearby, the Steelheart lends it strength to the assault, slamming its enormous mace into the shield.  Each blow strikes like a battering ram, hopefully exerting further pressure on Light.  Blightwing meanwhile begins to levitate high over the battlefield, eyes narrowed, beginning the words for counterspells that may serve to weaken the shield further.

Planting his feet to retain his balance against yet another shockwave from Gulgrim's teleporting, he sends a message to Phaerys.

Phaerys, the pool!  Find out what it is doing!  We will try to hold these monsters at bay!