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."
Krakarda returned and snuffed the energy once again. “How?!” His voice was distraught, but still as powerful as ever. With the mental link still active, The Makuta kept lurking through Zurakia’s memories, being careful not to raise them into the light of consciousness.
"I must commend you, Makuta. Most simply quiver upon seeing me, but you, in your ignorance, did just the opposite. And I must say, it will make your death that much more satisfying."
With the slightest gesture, Krakarda begins to feel the energy inside him being sapped away.
"Charix I need your aid!" He sets himself in a stasis field for the meantimevto recover. He uses his jutlin to take off any inorganic substance on TD. Following that action with having a shadow hand travel under the stasis field and grab TD "You're mine."
Your pathetic brother can't hear you here, Makuta.
The Time Dilator is damaged by the Jutlin, but quickly heals himself. Seeing the shadow hand coming from a mile away, he jumps to the side as it reaches him before launching one final, massive beam of energy towards the self-trapped target, surrounded by a ZE Aura that bypasses the stasis field.
The Time Dilator walks towards the smoking carcass of Valix, the antidermis within completely obliterated. After one last blast for good measure, he returns his time to normal.
The smoking corpse of the Makuta seemingly appears out of nowhere, lying still on the battlefield.
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."
Swordsman is unfortunately unable to respond, lacking the ability to shapeshift proper vocal cords and his telepathy not seeming to work on the robotic being. Therefore he simply sits, listens, and thinks.
Manipulator uses Stalker's mind as a conduit, opening his mental defenses to allow Swordsman to mentally communicate through him with ease.
Swordsman is unfortunately unable to respond, lacking the ability to shapeshift proper vocal cords and his telepathy not seeming to work on the robotic being. Therefore he simply sits, listens, and thinks.
Manipulator uses Stalker's mind as a conduit, opening his mental defenses to allow Swordsman to mentally communicate through him with ease.
Swordsman takes this oppurtunity to launch a mental attack with the goal of freeing himself from the prison. Due to Manipulator’s method of control, this most likely fails.
Manipulator uses Stalker's mind as a conduit, opening his mental defenses to allow Swordsman to mentally communicate through him with ease.
Swordsman takes this oppurtunity to launch a mental attack with the goal of freeing himself from the prison. Due to Manipulator’s method of control, this most likely fails.
Poor Stalker.
Manipulator flatly replies, Would simply killing you be a preferred alternative?
Swordsman takes this oppurtunity to launch a mental attack with the goal of freeing himself from the prison. Due to Manipulator’s method of control, this most likely fails.
Poor Stalker.
Manipulator flatly replies, Would simply killing you be a preferred alternative?
Given the fact it would mean releasing me from this prison, I would like to see you try.
Krakarda returned and snuffed the energy once again. “How?!” His voice was distraught, but still as powerful as ever. With the mental link still active, The Makuta kept lurking through Zurakia’s memories, being careful not to raise them into the light of consciousness.
"I must commend you, Makuta. Most simply quiver upon seeing me, but you, in your ignorance, did just the opposite. And I must say, it will make your death that much more satisfying."
With the slightest gesture, Krakarda begins to feel the energy inside him being sapped away.
While still searching through Zurakia's mind, The Makuta shot out blood red ribbons of Shadow, which instantly (according to canon) pulled in massive boulders to more then replenish his draining reserves. He absorbed their mass, and shape shifted to convert it into pure power.
"I must commend you, Makuta. Most simply quiver upon seeing me, but you, in your ignorance, did just the opposite. And I must say, it will make your death that much more satisfying."
With the slightest gesture, Krakarda begins to feel the energy inside him being sapped away.
While still searching through Zurakia's mind, The Makuta shot out blood red ribbons of Shadow, which instantly (according to canon) pulled in massive boulders to more then replenish his draining reserves. He absorbed their mass, and shape shifted to convert it into pure power.
"Leave us alone!" Krakarda nearly begged.
Krakarda probably sees Zurakia's life story- his life as a Great Being, his betrayal, and his rise back to power. He might also find the origin of ZE- taken from the now-deceased Valkia and refined.
Zurakia calmly took a step forward, a smile on his face as he brandished his sword- seemingly forming instantly in his hand. He was enjoying this, "It seems the agori who knew nothing isn't so clueless after all."
Swordsman takes this oppurtunity to launch a mental attack with the goal of freeing himself from the prison. Due to Manipulator’s method of control, this most likely fails.
Poor Stalker.
Manipulator flatly replies, Would simply killing you be a preferred alternative?
While still searching through Zurakia's mind, The Makuta shot out blood red ribbons of Shadow, which instantly (according to canon) pulled in massive boulders to more then replenish his draining reserves. He absorbed their mass, and shape shifted to convert it into pure power.
"Leave us alone!" Krakarda nearly begged.
Krakarda probably sees Zurakia's life story- his life as a Great Being, his betrayal, and his rise back to power. He might also find the origin of ZE- taken from the now-deceased Valkia and refined.
Zurakia calmly took a step forward, a smile on his face as he brandished his sword- seemingly forming instantly in his hand. He was enjoying this, "It seems the agori who knew nothing isn't so clueless after all."
Krakarda concentrated further, trying to find exactly what it was that made Zurakia tick.
The Makuta formed his own barrier of dark void, secured to his left forearm like a spartan shield. "Don't!"
Koro reaches out with his mental powers and makes a mental map after he discovers the living earth. After finding a pocket of earth that gives no information he frowns and teleports EP all around that bubble.
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.
Koro looks around, "Cowards. Fight without this smoke and mirrors."
Krakarda probably sees Zurakia's life story- his life as a Great Being, his betrayal, and his rise back to power. He might also find the origin of ZE- taken from the now-deceased Valkia and refined.
Zurakia calmly took a step forward, a smile on his face as he brandished his sword- seemingly forming instantly in his hand. He was enjoying this, "It seems the agori who knew nothing isn't so clueless after all."
Krakarda concentrated further, trying to find exactly what it was that made Zurakia tick.
The Makuta formed his own barrier of dark void, secured to his left forearm like a spartan shield. "Don't!"
He undoubtedly finds Zurakia's resentment towards his brothers, as well as his belief that all MUans are less than dirt. He wishes to use them as no more than fodder for his Conquest.
With a chuckle, Zurakia walks forward casually, bringing his sword up and over his head before letting it crash back down on the Makuta with tremendous force.
Koro looks around, "Cowards. Fight without this smoke and mirrors."
Stalker cocks his head towards Koro, Your brothers had no qualms with the same tactics.
"My brothers have fallen far from what they used to be. I am Professor Koro of the Southern Isles, and I am request an audience with one of you. I don't care which."
Koro's mask is of course on and at full power as it always is.
Krakarda concentrated further, trying to find exactly what it was that made Zurakia tick.
The Makuta formed his own barrier of dark void, secured to his left forearm like a spartan shield. "Don't!"
He undoubtedly finds Zurakia's resentment towards his brothers, as well as his belief that all MUans are less than dirt. He wishes to use them as no more than fodder for his Conquest.
With a chuckle, Zurakia walks forward casually, bringing his sword up and over his head before letting it crash back down on the Makuta with tremendous force.
The dark shield swung to meet the sword, and diverted it to the side while Makuta Krakarda practically flew to Zurakia's left. Again, the Dark Lord snuffed out any ZE protecting his opponent, but this time he followed up with an attack that sent a thread of red which split into five claws that gripped the Great Being and pulled him in.
He undoubtedly finds Zurakia's resentment towards his brothers, as well as his belief that all MUans are less than dirt. He wishes to use them as no more than fodder for his Conquest.
With a chuckle, Zurakia walks forward casually, bringing his sword up and over his head before letting it crash back down on the Makuta with tremendous force.
The dark shield swung to meet the sword, and diverted it to the side while Makuta Krakarda practically flew to Zurakia's left. Again, the Dark Lord snuffed out any ZE protecting his opponent, but this time he followed up with an attack that sent a thread of red which split into five claws that gripped the Great Being and pulled him in.
Zurakia simply smiled. The claws grabbed a handful of cubes each, but those not immediately contacting the claws simply split backwards. Zurakia watches the cubes as they approach Krakarda, waiting till the last moment to self-destruct them, flooding Krakarda with point-blank, destructive energy.
The dark shield swung to meet the sword, and diverted it to the side while Makuta Krakarda practically flew to Zurakia's left. Again, the Dark Lord snuffed out any ZE protecting his opponent, but this time he followed up with an attack that sent a thread of red which split into five claws that gripped the Great Being and pulled him in.
Zurakia simply smiled. The claws grabbed a handful of cubes each, but those not immediately contacting the claws simply split backwards. Zurakia watches the cubes as they approach Krakarda, waiting till the last moment to self-destruct them, flooding Krakarda with point-blank, destructive energy.
The dark energy in the hand once again swallowed the energy.
Annoyed, The Makuta completely shrouded Zurakia in solid Shadow, cube by cube.
Zurakia simply smiled. The claws grabbed a handful of cubes each, but those not immediately contacting the claws simply split backwards. Zurakia watches the cubes as they approach Krakarda, waiting till the last moment to self-destruct them, flooding Krakarda with point-blank, destructive energy.
The dark energy in the hand once again swallowed the energy.
Annoyed, The Makuta completely shrouded Zurakia in solid Shadow, cube by cube.
"So, your helplessness was a facade. Interesting strategy. Too bad you are no different on the inside."
Zurakia makes a simple move- raise his metal arm. It no doubt meets resistance by the cages of shadow surrounding it, but that resistance causes a chain reaction- the arm moving with more and more force until it is simply too much for Krakarda to hold back, and it explodes forward with an insane amount of force from the build-up, a disembodied limb blasting towards Krakarda with an open hand.