Even this tactic had failed- the shot had not missed, but it had not done the damage that Chaos had wanted or expected it to. The infernal clown was still alive, after all, even as the blood painted the side of his face into a gruesome picture. And already, the man was raising his hand to cast another spell, one that probably would not miss this time.

Yet somehow, the spell did not miss- because there was no spell from Kefka, at long last. Chaos powered forward toward Kefka, aiming to slam into the man, with his taloned hand outstretched to reach for Kefka’s heart.