The Treacherous Cliffs

OOC: Deception is Krakarda's key trait. I will tell you guys this once, he always opens the battle with an illusion.

IC: "I am Makuta." Krakarda said, as he walked right through the prison as if it wasn't there... as if he wasn't there. "Zurakia, you have squealed your delusional thoughts for far too long. I've grown tired of you. Do you know what happens when something bores me?" The Great Being was shown images of rahkshi numbering in the thousands, all belonging to Krakarda, all slaughtered without remorse. In the same moment, Zurakia' own secrets gave themselves up, including the thought knowledge of the Manipulator. "Pitiful agori... how shall I destroy you without honoring your fictional strength?"

All light was soon swallowed up.

OOC2: I realize only now that TD had a Rode, but thankfully that mistake is permissible. If Zurakia were to seek the truth from the Hive Mind, he would only be fooled, since it would not be a direct telepathic link to the Rode wearer.

OOC: Just got back from Mars. We have terrible Wi-Fi there.

IC: The knowledge of Krakarda's location was hidden deep within the eternal darkness of his intellect, but not even that blindness could deter the Great Being from finding his secret. The secret was of a cave near, sealed from the air. It was a place of no light save for the angry gleam of Krakarda's soul spying through scarlet-tinted windows. Yet another texture was within the secret; a spark of fear; fear that anything beyond a disconnected fight would be The Makuta's demise.

"You know nothing, agori..." He replied, amused. "...you grasp at ink phantoms conjured by your imagination, thinking you will find my thoughts. You cannot fight what you cannot see." Magnetic fields wound themselves around the Great Being, just outside his reach, but close enough to force all the electrons in his body to flow to his head.

Swordsman contemplates various things while inside the prison. Most of them ways to escape. Alas, there was no way to escape, and so back to contemplation he goes.

OOC: What living earth?

The possessed Stalker turns and looks at Swordsman with dead, empty eyes, a monotone, robotic voice escaping him, "Ah, Swordsman, abandoned by your brothers without hesitation. Once, the Brotherhood was mighty, but now... you're but a shadow of your former self."

Six black wings of protection extended from behind The Makuta and lashed forward to meet the orange energy. Being pure Shadow, void of energy and light, they consumed it all in an instant. Nothing was left but the matter in the air, the fading heat of the absent energy, and Zurakia's titanic yet unshielded body.

"Leave."

Manipulator simply turns to look at him, unafraid as he simply teleports out of it.

Stalker then turns and imprisons Koro in a prison through which no teleportation or mental strength can bypass.

When Krakarda activated his mask, the hulk fist did not hit it's intended target. What it did strike was the collection of stolen cordak bombs hidden in the darkness. These triggered around fifty more identical explosives lining in the sealed cave, each one with enough power to vaporize a hole through thick protosteel walls, but it didn't stop there. Another bomb went off, one that teleported all matter within a 100 bio radius deep beneath the Charged Sea.
     For The Makuta, it was a different story. In becoming an Iden ghost, he lost all abilities to interact with the world, but at least he was safe from it.

Zurakia is caught off-guard, but luckily, is immune to being teleported, meaning he had to only ride out the storm of the initial blasts from the cordak before it all got teleported away. So, he just stood there, smiling at the ghost as energy crackled at his fingertips.

"Well, well, that was anticlimactic."