It was difficult to tell exactly when the paper moved, but as the swords of Madara's Susano'o swung for the paper Kaguya they cut through nothing but air. It retained no damage as the gaps made by his continued attacks quickly patched up. His power was not one to be mocked or humiliated in such a way. Growing more annoyed than enraged he raised both of the blades toward the sky, only to bring them crashing down again ferociously. The strike fell just short of hitting the final Akatsuki member's creation, though that was Madara's true plan. The giant blue infernos continued downward to hit Konan herself. The force behind the attack lodged the weapons into the Earth and covered the surrounding area in rubble, smoke and dust.
Madara's Susano'o remained perfectly still until the debris had cleared to a point of sufficient visibility. He continued pressing the swords down into the Earth regardless as the faux angel's chakra had not been snuffed out. He was met by some unexpected resistance as he noticed, underneath the blades, Konan had covered herself with her wings of paper and had actually managed to block his attack. How enough power coursed through those wings to withstand such a strike shocked the Uchiha. As she spread her wings it forced the blades away and sent a shockwave that succeeded in erasing the debris and staggering his Susano'o.
Gritting his teeth, Madara extinguished his Susano'o and retreated back. There was no point in pursuing that type of attack. It was clear that Konan's power was extraordinary and perhaps, just maybe, truly was the power of Kaguya. While his Rinnegan's Justu Absorption technique had proven ineffective when attempting to nullify the chakra in Konan's paper he thought to try something similar. Regardless of its effect, he deemed it a worthy attack capable of countering her Paper Goddess. Forming the hand seal of confrontation he yelled;
"Wood style: Wood dragon jutsu!"
Slamming the palms of his hands against the ground caused a forest of wooden tendrils to sprawl upward from the earth. As they entwined and joined they created the slender body of the multi-headed Wood Dragon. He grunted while straightening up as the dragon charged forward toward Konan. It slithered and writhed across the scarred land before rearing all but one of its heads up to face the colossal figure. That head crashed down at where Konan stood resulting in an explosion of paper. It then went and joined its counterparts and wrapped around her technique. Again the image of Kaguya did not move in the slightest. The dragon was already wrapped tightly around the giant, and began to constrict further as Madara clenched his fists. He detected no difference in Konan's chakra, despite the unique characteristics of the wood style.
However under the immense pressure presented by the crushing force of Madara's wooden dragon technique, Konan's Paper Goddess crumbled. The scraps of paper that once held together a mighty representation of Kaguya began to dislodge from the body and fall slowly through the air. Within mere seconds the entire structure had been reduced to its original state, and the dragon awaited its next order, or target. Madara had learned by now not to accept this as a victory, and that the devilish angel surely had another trick up her sleeve.
He was hardly surprised when he heard rustling behind him. He lazily checked to find Konan emerging from the centre of where nearby paper flown to. He had not even noticed the amount of paper around him, as the battlefield was littered in the stuff. It presented no worry to him though. The only thing was her persistence was beginning to get on his nerves. The girl floated in the air, her form left deliberately incomplete as the start of her arms ended in loose parts of paper, and neither her legs nor the bottom of her cloak had been made. He turned to meet her gaze, his eyes shone with contained rage while her own were cold.
One of Konan's arms materialised, ending in an open hand held out to her foe. "I will not allow you to blanket this world in darkness and blot out the light of its future! Stop now Madara, before it is too late."
"I am too close…" His voice began quiet, but picked up rapidly as his anger got out of hand. "I am too close. I am too close! Look at the power I have obtained! Soon it shall all be in my hand. The world, everyone and everything in it, will be mine! All that stands before me is one insignificant weed that refuses to die!"
His dragon made for the two under his unspoken command. He would finish the angel this time. Though within him, the legendary Uchiha could not shake off a sense of dread, as if something were off. The unfinished Konan kept her place in the air, showing no signs of moving as before. Looking into her blank eyes gave Madara no clues, only a feeling of sadness. The dragon was upon them and he was now filled with dread, like it was actually unresponsive to his will, or worse, moving against it. At the last moment he glanced back only to see the open maw and fangs of his wooden dragon closing in on him. His eyes widened due to an emotion he had almost forgotten, fear. It was the same grand dragon, though with one unavoidable difference: its surface was white, covered in paper.