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.
It was caught with a much wider Shadow hand.
"I wish I could say that you are as equally entertaining, but you are far too finite to rival my plans."
The unforgiving void constricted around the Great Being, beginning to crush him cube by cube.
"Right now I have gods in orbit, subject to my will. With what can you even hope to delay them?"
"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.
It was caught with a much wider Shadow hand.
"I wish I could say that you are as equally entertaining, but you are far too finite to rival my plans."
The unforgiving void constricted around the Great Being, beginning to crush him cube by cube.
"Right now I have gods in orbit, subject to my will. With what can you even hope to delay them?"
The fist dissipates, each cube maneuvering around the giant hand- its momentum granting it insane speed, before reforming behind him, grabbing hold of him by the nape.
Zurakia smiled, "gods? You're speaking to one right now."
Zurakia seemingly exploded. From every cube came came an unrelenting surge of energy, overwhelming and ripping apart the voids of shadow wrapped around them and exploding out around him before focusing into a single blast towards the Makuta.
"I wish I could say that you are as equally entertaining, but you are far too finite to rival my plans."
The unforgiving void constricted around the Great Being, beginning to crush him cube by cube.
"Right now I have gods in orbit, subject to my will. With what can you even hope to delay them?"
The fist dissipates, each cube maneuvering around the giant hand- its momentum granting it insane speed, before reforming behind him, grabbing hold of him by the nape.
Zurakia smiled, "gods? You're speaking to one right now."
Zurakia seemingly exploded. From every cube came came an unrelenting surge of energy, overwhelming and ripping apart the voids of shadow wrapped around them and exploding out around him before focusing into a single blast towards the Makuta.
As The Makuta was lifted up, he laughed.
”To what end will you continue to destroy yourself?”
The small cages of shadow were indeed ruptured, but the darkness was still ever present, extinguishing all energy that Zurakia hoped to conjure. To protect himself from the kinetic force, Krakarda slowed everything around him to a stand still.
”Your lust for revenge has made you blind and weak. It’s such a primitive emotion to give yourself over to.”
The fist dissipates, each cube maneuvering around the giant hand- its momentum granting it insane speed, before reforming behind him, grabbing hold of him by the nape.
Zurakia smiled, "gods? You're speaking to one right now."
Zurakia seemingly exploded. From every cube came came an unrelenting surge of energy, overwhelming and ripping apart the voids of shadow wrapped around them and exploding out around him before focusing into a single blast towards the Makuta.
As The Makuta was lifted up, he laughed.
”To what end will you continue to destroy yourself?”
The small cages of shadow were indeed ruptured, but the darkness was still ever present, extinguishing all energy that Zurakia hoped to conjure. To protect himself from the kinetic force, Krakarda slowed everything around him to a stand still.
”Your lust for revenge has made you blind and weak. It’s such a primitive emotion to give yourself over to.”
The arm seemed unaffected by the slow, proceeding to slam Krakarda face-first into the ground, following it up by beginning to crush his throat.
Now free to move, Zurakia dissipated, reforming directly in front of Krakarda with a blade already pointed at him, "Revenge? No, this is justice. You are not fit to live, and I am rectifying that mistake. And with your death, I will come one step closer to purifying this world from you disgusting creatures."
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 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.
OOC: Wait Wha?
OOC: From what I've seen, being inactive for almost a month is usually rewarded with this- that's how Valkia died- but I'm willing to rescind this if you want.
Manipulator notes that these mental messages... don't seem to be coming from the Makuta's body itself.
Wait your turn. The master is currently dealing with another of your puny kind.
Swordsman doesn't respond, seeing no need to continue a pointless discussion.
Zurakia turns away from the mysteriously disappeared Krakarda, setting his sights on the last two Makuta present. First, he walks up to Swordsman, brandishing his sword before him, "Well, well, well, it looks like it's your turn. After all, you asked first. Before I kill you, I have one question: do you still believe in your pathetic excuse for a Brotherhood? After all, they left you here to rot. How easily you are divided, a grand force reduced to two, imprisoned souls."
Swordsman doesn't respond, seeing no need to continue a pointless discussion.
Zurakia turns away from the mysteriously disappeared Krakarda, setting his sights on the last two Makuta present. First, he walks up to Swordsman, brandishing his sword before him, "Well, well, well, it looks like it's your turn. After all, you asked first. Before I kill you, I have one question: do you still believe in your pathetic excuse for a Brotherhood? After all, they left you here to rot. How easily you are divided, a grand force reduced to two, imprisoned souls."
Swordsman doesn't answer, physically unable to speak or adapt the ability to speak.
OOC: From what I've seen, being inactive for almost a month is usually rewarded with this- that's how Valkia died- but I'm willing to rescind this if you want.
OOC: From what I've seen, being inactive for almost a month is usually rewarded with this- that's how Valkia died- but I'm willing to rescind this if you want.
OOC: rescind plz
OOC: Alright, but you still have to reply to the previous attack.
Zurakia turns away from the mysteriously disappeared Krakarda, setting his sights on the last two Makuta present. First, he walks up to Swordsman, brandishing his sword before him, "Well, well, well, it looks like it's your turn. After all, you asked first. Before I kill you, I have one question: do you still believe in your pathetic excuse for a Brotherhood? After all, they left you here to rot. How easily you are divided, a grand force reduced to two, imprisoned souls."
Swordsman doesn't answer, physically unable to speak or adapt the ability to speak.
"Very Well," Zurakia replies.
On command, Stalker lets down the cage as Zurakia leaps towards the Makuta with a roar.
Swordsman falls to the ground, disoriented from the sudden freedom restoration of power.
Zurakia takes the opportunity to skewer his faux-body on his massive sword.
Swordsman takes a moment to assess the situation, using magnetism to hold his halved body together. He then attempts to use magnetism to rip the sword out of Zurakia's hand and teleport away, either with or without the sword. He wasn't going to fight somebody who apparently has defeated several makuta in the past, at least not yet.
Zurakia takes the opportunity to skewer his faux-body on his massive sword.
Swordsman takes a moment to assess the situation, using magnetism to hold his halved body together. He then attempts to use magnetism to rip the sword out of Zurakia's hand and teleport away, either with or without the sword. He wasn't going to fight somebody who apparently has defeated several makuta in the past, at least not yet.
Zurakia chuckles at the sight. The Time Dilator locates his new location and beams a mental message to him, "Oh, how the coward runs. It's almost comical- one second you're practically begging Manipulator to fight you, the next, you simply run."
"So... I guess that just leaves you," he replied, turning and pointing his sword at Professor Koro.
Swordsman takes a moment to assess the situation, using magnetism to hold his halved body together. He then attempts to use magnetism to rip the sword out of Zurakia's hand and teleport away, either with or without the sword. He wasn't going to fight somebody who apparently has defeated several makuta in the past, at least not yet.
Zurakia chuckles at the sight. The Time Dilator locates his new location and beams a mental message to him, "Oh, how the coward runs. It's almost comical- one second you're practically begging Manipulator to fight you, the next, you simply run."
"So... I guess that just leaves you," he replied, turning and pointing his sword at Professor Koro.
Koro doesn't seem worried by the prospect and with his scythe in hand he responds coolly, "That is correct. May I ask who I am addressing?"
OOC: To clarify his mask is on at all times so Zukaria should pretty much always feel inclined to hear him out when he speaks.
Zurakia chuckles at the sight. The Time Dilator locates his new location and beams a mental message to him, "Oh, how the coward runs. It's almost comical- one second you're practically begging Manipulator to fight you, the next, you simply run."
"So... I guess that just leaves you," he replied, turning and pointing his sword at Professor Koro.
Koro doesn't seem worried by the prospect and with his scythe in hand he responds coolly, "That is correct. May I ask who I am addressing?"
OOC: To clarify his mask is on at all times so Zukaria should pretty much always feel inclined to hear him out when he speaks.
"No, you may not. You should've considered that before you blindly came charging in; I don't take kindly to strangers who attack my Elites."
And yet, he doesn't attack- not yet. He waits for what Koro has to say.