Ezekiel
He could not have been ready for this. His eyes widened at the sudden light, horror struck into him as his illusory clone melted away from the sheer magical pressure. The night became a blinding sun, from which even he, the real one who had been on the roof after attempting to exploit her weakness, had to cower and shield his terrified face. "Aaah- HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"
And then fire. Destruction unlike anything else in existence. The sun, the buildings, everything had been destroyed. Even the night had shattered into nothing but specks and black shards, revealing a bright day.
"You got that right."
A single voice cut through the ruins as casually as a friend, causing the flames and the heat to drop. Death, chilling and ominous. Steps echoed within the rubble, dust and flames.
And emerging now at the same level as her was an unscathed Ezekiel, whose greatest loss was his set of armor. Shirtless and adorned of nothing more than black jeans, he smiled wickedly. "Now that introductions are out of the way..." Suddenly darkness plunged once more, born from nothing more than the darkness in his heart and turning the sky black.
"Let's play a most wonderful song, composed of your death screams!" He lunged at her with his hand, claws of darkness ready to sunder her and the earth with crackling energy.