All plant life on Destral begins dying as hundreds of herbicides and viruses are released into the air.
A column of five hundred RMS agents march into Zenila's gardens, destroying everything in her path with Molecular Disruption. Their aim is the Grown Throne.
Most die, but a few resiliently begin to fight as they mutate into hideous monstrosities. Oddly, these monstrosities just begin to play patty cake with their little flower stubs.
The garden itself begins to tremble. They find that no matter how close they get to the Grown Throne, it keeps disappearing. A soft voice echoes around. Leave, now. I am warning you only once. I am no enemy of Inharax, yet I am not his friend. I am friend to whoever is victor in this petty war of the Brotherhood. For far too long they have warred, and I was forced to act, as my kingdom was attacked.
A copy of Zenila appears, sneering at them. "Maggots. All of you. Tell Inharax I am not his enemy, and he should not make me one." Molecular disruption hits several of the RMS agents, from the ceiling, killing them quickly. This marches across them, till only half of the five hundred that entered remain. "Now, GO!" Zenila booms, teleporting the remaining RMS agents out of her gardens.
This war..Inharax thought he could threaten she, herself? Insolent maggot.
All plant life on Destral begins dying as hundreds of herbicides and viruses are released into the air.
A column of five hundred RMS agents march into Zenila's gardens, destroying everything in her path with Molecular Disruption. Their aim is the Grown Throne.
Most die, but a few resiliently begin to fight as they mutate into hideous monstrosities. Oddly, these monstrosities just begin to play patty cake with their little flower stubs.
The garden itself begins to tremble. They find that no matter how close they get to the Grown Throne, it keeps disappearing. A soft voice echoes around. Leave, now. I am warning you only once. I am no enemy of Inharax, yet I am not his friend. I am friend to whoever is victor in this petty war of the Brotherhood. For far too long they have warred, and I was forced to act, as my kingdom was attacked.
A copy of Zenila appears, sneering at them. "Maggots. All of you. Tell Inharax I am not his enemy, and he should not make me one." Molecular disruption hits several of the RMS agents, from the ceiling, killing them quickly. This marches across them, till only half of the five hundred that entered remain. "Now, GO!" Zenila booms, teleporting the remaining RMS agents out of her gardens.
This war..Inharax thought he could threaten she, herself? Insolent maggot.
The agents halt their march when Zenila arrives. "There are no neutral sides in this war. You can join him or--" they are cut off when she teleports them out.
Most die, but a few resiliently begin to fight as they mutate into hideous monstrosities. Oddly, these monstrosities just begin to play patty cake with their little flower stubs.
The garden itself begins to tremble. They find that no matter how close they get to the Grown Throne, it keeps disappearing. A soft voice echoes around. Leave, now. I am warning you only once. I am no enemy of Inharax, yet I am not his friend. I am friend to whoever is victor in this petty war of the Brotherhood. For far too long they have warred, and I was forced to act, as my kingdom was attacked.
A copy of Zenila appears, sneering at them. "Maggots. All of you. Tell Inharax I am not his enemy, and he should not make me one." Molecular disruption hits several of the RMS agents, from the ceiling, killing them quickly. This marches across them, till only half of the five hundred that entered remain. "Now, GO!" Zenila booms, teleporting the remaining RMS agents out of her gardens.
This war..Inharax thought he could threaten she, herself? Insolent maggot.
The agents halt their march when Zenila arrives. "There are no neutral sides in this war. You can join him or--" they are cut off when she teleports them out.
She sneers. "No neutral sides? Watch me make one." She begins to work on reinforcing her garden.
Without warning, a great multitude of crackling sounds erupt from everywhere at once in the botanical garden, and everything within, down to every single plant, to every last spore... everything dissolves away into nothingness, with no chance to fight back, and no chance for survival. There is no message and no explanation, just total silence as the garden becomes as barren as the sandy desert.
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Species: Makuta Kanohi: Johun/Mask of Rebounding Weapons and Equipment: Power Lance, Rotating Blades, Shadow Staff, Kanoka Launcher, Rhotuka Spinner -- right hand covered by a 380mm cannon
Without warning, a great multitude of crackling sounds erupt from everywhere at once in the botanical garden, and everything within, down to every single plant, to every last spore... everything dissolves away into nothingness, with no chance to fight back, and no chance for survival. There is no message and no explanation, just total silence as the garden becomes as barren as the sandy desert.
An RMS agent on custodial duty shuffles into the former garden with a broom and dustpan-on-a-pole. Whistling a tune he learned on Stelt, he sweeps up the newly-laid dust and eventually passes off-screen.