She was unable to keep up with Giorgio's tactic. He allowed himself no more than half a second to look between each clone, ensuring that he was fully maintaining his spirit-to-clone output. Among the chaos, Eos's area of attack was becoming smaller and smaller, due to the clones closing in. She was unable to effectively attack them in quantities, and if she did, they would simply come back again. If she didn't do something soon, she would die.
She made an attempt to use her scorching beams, 'sunrise', once more to control the crowd, but the clones acknowledged the buildup in power around her eyes from their brightening contour, and swiftly attacked her head to try to cancel the ability. Nothing was working for Eos; all attacks were seemingly futile. In a last-ditch effort, she diverted power to her back; the cracks and crevices along her spine were many in number, and all began to ignite green. She looked like a glowing lantern, or perhaps a beacon, polluting the air around her with the same bright green colour. The glow continued to spread all over her body, and now the cracks were starting to look more like a hidden, underlying layer of skin. She shook all over, as if preparing to completely erupt. Giorgio recognised this move and knew that, if she was able to fully activate it, he would stand no chance at winning.
Giorgio formed the hand sign of a circle by connecting his thumb and index finger together. He raised his hand to his mouth and blew into it like a child blowing into a bubble stick. And, like a bubble stick, bubbles came out of the other end in extreme quantities. They rapidly floated towards Eos and popped into clones. Now, at least eighty clones of Giorgio were piling on top of Eos, but leaving the space above her head completely void of presence. They pressured and restricted her ability to move willingly, forcing her to kneel in an upright position. The unforeseen ensemble of new clones caught Eos off guard and temporarily slowed down her strange eruption of the hardened, cracked skin. Then, out of sheer coincidence, a gap between the clones opened up and revealed that the real Giorgio was no longer in his original position. She assumed he had joined the mob of clones secretly and was now among them, relentlessly attacking her. But she was wrong. From between the strands of hair upon her head, an unusual sensation occurred; it felt like a cool rush of water washed over her and was being splashed about in. Then, from this sensation appeared Giorgio. He had emerged from her head and was now high above her in the air. Eos was completely oblivious to his ascended presence; she only realised that the cool, watery feeling could no longer be felt. The clones, who made a perfect, encapsulating circle around Eos, backed up slightly and left room for the real Giorgio, all whilst preserving the effect of caging Eos in an impossible situation. Giorgio recalled the outermost layer of the clones to regain some spirit and channelled all of it, as well as an exerted amount from his own soul, into his fist, which came crashing down onto Eos's head. The unbelievable strength of the impact shattered a small section of her greenish-black skin and revealed a deep, mystical, oozing green skin underneath - this is what was trying to reveal itself during her attempted eruption. The eruption was completely nullified upon contact with Giorgio's fist, as he injected her skull with all the accumulated force of the spirit within. The spirit spread throughout her body like a poison and left behind an agonising feeling of being continuously stabbed until death. All her nerves were battling to remain alive; it cost her a great amount of strength to stop the spirit from shutting her body down entirely.
With his body still in the air in an upright manner, Giorgio used his momentum to swing his leg clockwise downward and slam into Eos's back, throwing her across the street and into the wall of the bottom floor of the furthest building away. He then recalled all of the clones and gained a surge of blissful power and strength. Giorgio knew he had done an immense amount of damage to Eos, so much so that he completely countered her all-out attack and broke through her toughened skin. He had planted that last move whilst she was still immobilised by the bubbles: when he patted her head, he did so in jest to make it seem trivial and easily overlooked, but in reality, he had placed a minute droplet of soapy water between the hairs on her head. For Giorgio to traverse between positions, there must be soapy water on that spot. However, he needs only a mere drop to be able to move to it. Therefore, by placing that droplet on Eos's head, he had guaranteed an advantage over her, being able to emerge from her blind spot unnoticed and attack.
Both his punch and kick were infused with high levels of spirit; however, he doubted whether it was truly enough to defeat an opponent as strong as Eos. He had reserved just enough spirit in case his plan backfired, and Eos was, in fact, still capable of fighting. Yet, this reserve was extremely minimal, even with the recalled spirit from the clones; he made a bet to himself that, if Eos arose, he would expend all of his remaining spirit on one last technique, and if that failed, he would surely die to anything she threw at him.
He slowly approached her position. She had not moved nor shown any sign of life, but this was from a superficial glance, and Giorgio knew better than to assume his opponent's condition and turn his back on them before confirming their true state. The closer he got, the slower his movements became. He wondered whether she was planning a sly trick, waiting for him to get closer, before attacking him mercilessly. Eos's tactical intelligence was unlike that of humans; at the start of battle, she lacked any insight into predicting movements, which is why Giorgio so easily overwhelmed her. Furthermore, Eos is unable to retain any knowledge of techniques or abilities of an opponent, potentially gained from previous battles, making each fight and opponent seem unconditionally new to her. However, in return, her knowledge increases dramatically throughout the battle; the rate at which her intelligence expands is between 50 and 100 times greater than that of humans, depending on how much energy she chooses to place into its expansion. So, what would take humans a year to learn, she could do so in mere days. Throughout their battle so far, Eos has remained largely dormant and defensive, withholding her true power until she has analysed Giorgio's technique well enough to be able to predict any and every movement. Whilst being attacked by the bubble clones of Giorgio, and realising that countering in any way in the moment would be ineffective, Eos actually put large quantities of energy into her intelligence, whilst using the 'erupting' effect as a simple facade to pressure Giorgio into thinking of an alternative attack quickly, expending little to no energy in the process. Meaning now, she had enough information collected to attack Giorgio and counter anything related to the innate technique 'Squeaky Clean'.
Giorgio stood over Eos's body, observing her with great discretion. She looked completely motionless. Her axe was seemingly out of reach, which eased his mind; even if she were to arise, she would be without a weapon. Not wanting to take a superficial look only, Giorgio crouched down to the floor and made the same hand sign as he did to blow the bubbles in the fight. He planned to make a bubble in the shape of a half crescent moon and wrap it around Eos's neck to keep her pinned to the ground. It would use practically no spirit to reinforce it to the same strength as a shipping container, whilst also being indestructible.
However, as he went to inhale the air necessary, Eos opened her eyes. Her striking white eyes made Giorigo cancel his technique, but he was unable to get away from her before they were both shot through every floor of the building and into the sky. Eos clutched Giorgio at his neck, her fingers tightening by the second, and he was unable to relieve himself from her hold. As his breath rapidly declined, he saw protruding from her back two ferocious wings the colour of Hell itself. They burnt with a temper too hot to be this close to, yet they resembled a familiar angelicness. They flapped in the wind, sending sparks flying everywhere, whilst her skin was now painted with a deep, crimson red, still with its rough and rocky texture. This was her second form: Rose Evening.