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Post by Genesis on Nov 26, 2014 21:45:22 GMT -8
*That was... something, to give some word to it. Well, he would admit that a change of pace wasn't a bad thing. It helped his mood a bit, if nothing else. The energy one had arrived and from the card the other one showed him, he would consider it a mixed blessing. Help was good, but also bad in his opinion, when it came from Loath.*
"I'll be expecting more than sparks from you then, Flare."
*He was mostly referring to the sword, but he would come up with a fancy name for him soon too. And the target that they were here for arrived too, with good timing he might add. He noticed the additional horns then, an interesting number considering what had happened before now... with five of them at the castle before now. Well, Jax had left before he could have something else to bash, they would just have to go with what they had here then.*
"Don't look down on him this time, Ruin."
*He didn't feel like exchanging friendly-unfriendly banter with the demonic figure before him like he normally would. He would fight with all the intent of bringing this to an end, one way or another. So he let his power swell up in full, his body becoming wreathed in the shadows and darkness as the shadows formed a dark smile where his mask always sat before, dark purple flames forming up as they stopped at eight in total and each fired at the present owner of the island, his answer to the decree given to them. Forming two blades of darkness next, he tossed those toward the demon as well, the weapons exploding once they got within close proximity of his adversary.*
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Post by Phen on Nov 28, 2014 3:34:00 GMT -8
Ruin looked upon him. The one who so rudely deleted him even after he brought him a present. Sure his place looked terrible after the party, but you really shouldn't hold a party if you want your place to stay clean. Now he comes down from his perch high in the stormy skies, talking about betrayal and how they should all kneel and grovel before him... It was pitiful. Like a child who's toy got taken away for bad behavior. The tantrum this creature threw just because he didn't get what he wanted right away, because some people didn't agree with him trying to take the reigns from those who rightfully stole them first. It seemed however he was really ready to fight... for real. Which was good, just what Ruin wanted in the first place.
"Grovel? To you? I'd rather die... Better yet..."
Ruin raised his hand up, dark energies formed around it, twisting and writhing up his arm and seeping out as a mass converged in his palm. As the formless energy slowly began to come together in his palm, it began to form a nice orb, small, just larger than Ruin's palm. The condensed energy seemed almost solid, even moreso as Ruin closed his hand around it and brought his hand back in. He eyed the orb, as if it was a jewel, seemingly checking for imperfections about its pitch darkness. He held it in his hand just around torso height as he looked back up at Xezzukhz, smiling. He had heard Xion's words, but it was hard not to look down on him. Powerful for not, he was pitiful. Ruin's eyes once again had orange lines creeping across them, dark coloration encroaching on his sclera.
"You first."
Ruin's hand closed around the orb, shattering it as the energy erupted outward, chaotic lines of darkness shot out from Ruin's hands, branching and fragmenting constantly as it created a thorny web that raced toward Xezzukhz. Even as the thorny mass raced toward the navi, something about it was strange. Ruin's destructive powers manifested fully in this energy, as cracks in the space of the network began to appear as the thorns passed by them, as if breaking a window, cracking and breaking through, only to reappear in even more impossible directions, all snaking wildly to the red skinned creature.
Flare nodded as Xion responded, acknowledging his comment. He looked to his target, who spoke words that were of no importance, and others responded to them, but Flare found no need to. As each of the navis about him fired projectile attacks, Flare deepened his stance with a hand on his blade. He closed his eyes, sensing those around him in his mind's eye as he focused his senses and his mind on the fight ahead. As the volleys let loose, Flare for the moment to strike, for the moment for him to take action with whatever fit the situation. His scabbard began to glow as well, a faint green color, but it seemed to be drawing in some sort of energy, perhaps that from all around, it was unclear. But he was preparing for something. As he focused, a faint steam seemed to rise off of him, almost aura like, as if spirit was pouring out of his body and ascending to the heavens.
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Post by Raven8 on Nov 28, 2014 9:15:29 GMT -8
So this was the creature that was now seeking to bring an end to AirMan's new point of interest. Not much to look at... in fact, as ugly as the sin it seems to represent. Why is it that everything here has to be so blasted ugly? A problem that he'd have to rectify later....
The engine set into AirMan's core begins to emit a low, steady rumble as the wind Navi's fists clench and his stance widens to better hold his ground. His yellow and red eyes look up to this creature with a fearless and knowing glint, his demeanor darkening to the point where it's obvious that he'd have a knowing and calculating smile played across his face if he had one.
AirMan: Ho-HO! Quite a show, oh evil one....
AirMan then raises his fists at his sides as he continues to build the power within his engine, a powerful wind now sweeping over the entire area.
AirMan: ....but the evil of THIS world might very well surprise you!
thrusting his hands forward, AirMan unleashes the beginnings of his localized hurricane. Winds of tremendous force rush across the field like a tsunami, pounding the great pretender with an all-encompassing storm of chaotic rage.
A blast of thunder in the stormy skies, a bright light from the heavens, and a golden figure falling like lightning. Amid the assaults from the plethora of Navis who stand against the governor, a Navi that had not made his presence known before now appears, slicing through the stormy skies like a diving falcon. With a crash of thunder, he brings about the massive, double-bladed plasma lance that he holds in his hand and dives point-first into Xezzukhz's right arm, a rush of wind and the crackling of an electrical cascade spidering around the initial attack point. Kicking back, the Navi brings about the reverse blade of his weapon a split second later for a wide-angled slash, the bright blue trail of his lance cracking with electricity along with yet another crash of thunder, and finally a mid-air turn, a downward thrust, yet another diving blade. This time, however, instead of making contact with Xezzukhz, he falls parallel to his now gargantuan body, slicing from his right shoulder to his left hip with one solid cut. When he lands, he immediately spin-jumps back, brings about his lance once again, and throws the electrifying lance like a spear. It flies like an arrow and appears with all of the brilliance of a bolt of lightning, screaming forward and exploding into a sparking orb of electrical rage on impact. Finished with his initial strike, the Navi dashes back and puts some distance between himself and his target, ready to continue at a moment's notice.
Scarface: ....
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Post by Snakeskin on Nov 28, 2014 11:18:41 GMT -8
HeatMan's flames erupted around the dark overlord, the burning geysers bouncing harmlessly off his thick red scales. Xion's energy blasts hit their marks, but Xezzukhz showed almost no reaction as they slammed into his massive body. His gigantic clawed feet dug into the street and anchored him in position as AirMan's gusts began to blow, making for something of a visual spectacle as the energy flames atop his head danced in the wind but accomplishing nothing of note.
Ruin's attack was significantly more noteworthy. The expanding network of dark tendrils shattered the space between them, closing in fast before crashing into the demon with tsunami-like force. The impact succeeding in making several visible marks on Xezzukhz' chest and eliciting a pained grunt from the monster as he braced himself against it. Still, he was more than able to handle its full impact. The swordsman's sudden slashes likewise hit their mark, but left only shallow scratches on the surface of Xezzukhz' sanguine scales.
"THEN SO BE IT! YOU CANNOT DESTROY A GOD!"
Xezzukhz' head-flames flared up as the orange horn on his forehead glowed, a powerful bolt of lightning-like energy lashing out from the tip. It stuck at the central point between the navis that opposed him, and from the point of impact secondary bolts splintered off at the individual targets.
Seeing it coming at him, ElecMan met his personal demon-bolt with one of his own electric attacks. His blast was effortlessly overwhelmed by the demon's, and his own power turned back against him. The doubled-up blast hit him square in the stomach and sent him flying back several yards, his body shattering into pieces of data in midair.
ELECMAN.EXE DELETED
Xyzillentz was struck by the splinter-bolt as well, but he had already thrown up an energy barrier when the initial blast came down. The smaller bolt shattered the barrier but left him mostly unharmed. Noting the direction and speed of AirMan's winds, Xyzillentz unleashed a massive cloud of toxic gas from the vents all over his suit. It blew straight up into Xezzukhz's face, and while his features briefly contorted in disgust, he showed no signs of weakening.
"TRAITOR - YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME WITH PUTRID WINDS!? IF THAT IS YOUR PREFERRED METHOD OF BATTLE, THEN TAKE THIS!"
Xezzukhz spun around quite swiftly for such a large beast, his tail - which split into four whiplike ends - sweeping across the battlefield but purposefully missing Xyzillentz. Then there was a sinister rumbling followed by a deafening boom as the demon lord unleashed a terrible, powerful, gargantuan... fart.
The gaseous assault hit Xyzillentz head-on, and its considerable force sent him sailing through the air, slamming into a building on the edge of the street. The foul wind continued to blow for several seconds, pinning him to its wall helplessly as he gagged and struggled. Once it was over, he collapsed limply to the ground - not yet deleted, but seriously damaged and properly humiliated.
[hp=337, 8700]
- - - - ((OOC: There, now no one is allowed to make fart jokes about Xyzie ever again.))
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 28, 2014 13:52:20 GMT -8
+++HeatMan.EXE+++
“All adversaries who emerge meet the same fate!” _______________________________________________________
*CRASH!!!*
Desperation shown in his sluggish and brute movements.
*CRASH!!!*
Wildly he hopped about the battlefield...
*CRASH!!!*
HeatMan tucked his body in the sleek silver and orange box once more as he slammed his body in a constant zig-zag pattern. The very impact had rendered the ground rigid and cracked. Some spots in the terrain reminded one of magma with the red hot concrete that appeared, but it was enough to cause the branching electricity to go at a discourse with how the field was riddled with rocks. HeatMan’s metal body was enough to do this and break the ground itself with every heave of his heavy lighter-shaped body. If successful, he could at least limit the amount of damage to the other NetNavis if the attacks grazed them rather than hit them head on.
“Now for the not-so-hot part...“
HeatMan placed himself near the point of impact...
The electrical bolt’s remnants that broke off and raced wildly across the field were merciless. HeatMan had thrown himself in harm’s way with no regret. His box-shaped body had been protecting him, but still he was hit straight on with the electrical attack, and the only saving grace that kept him from being completely wracked into bits of data was the heated terrain that kept him refreshed and making the box hot enough to to minimize damage.
“Ughhh...”
The fiery NetNavi slowly opened his box-like form, revealing his flickering flames and weak fires that were around his body. He looked around to see the broken terrain and riddled parts that were laying in the street from his constant thrashing Heat Press technique. The shards of rock were laying about; some twisted by the overwhelming heat admitted by HeatMan who was smiling at the newer arrivals of NetNavis. He had laughed with some difficulty as the flames weakly emitted from his mouth, and his body tucking away slowly into its box shape once more.
“Well...what are you waiting for...AirMan?” His laughter weak, but his expression smug in the confines of his defensive shell, “Sting ‘em until he feels the burn!”
______________________________________________________ “Toss them into the hellfires until they become ashes.”
Now Playing: ”Heart of Fire” by Black Veil Brides Chatty Ditz: ----
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Post by Phen on Nov 30, 2014 21:06:46 GMT -8
As Heatman danced about the battlefield, Ruin had an idea. The beast... thing had just turn its back to them for a... gaseous attack on Xyzillentz, but in doing so left a very vulnerable spot open. A spot that was perfect to take a shot at. The ground crunched beneath his feet as Heatman landed and yelled back to Airman. Unfortunately it likely wasn't Airman who was going to be working with the fire navi.
Flare noticed and quickly realized Ruin's intent as he noticed the ground crack beneath the Darkloid's feet. In almost an instant, his attack began, Four orbs of light surrounded in darkness shot from his sheathed blade. They reached to stand at the midpoint of each tail as it stood extended to reveal the creature's nether regions. Flare disappeared from his point, gone in a blur almost impossible to track.
His form appeared at each orb as they grabbed it, turning it into an ethereal blade of azure, seemingly crystallizing the air about it. The forms flashed a few times in their positions before one by one in a clockwise formation, streaks of azure shot from the base of each tail to the tip, cutting into the bare underside that was likely less protected for having to bear the elements less often. As each cut passed by, the white air drew into the slash, crystallizing and leaving a trail of ice along the cuts, freezing the tails in place and encroaching the cold upon the creature's inner workings.
Flare stood close to a nearby tail he had just cut, down on the ground torn asunder by Heatman's press. He turned back and watched as Ruin was already in full sprint at Heatman.
Ruin not far from Heatman, saw his opening created by Flare. The tails that would otherwise protect a weak point seemingly immobilized, however temporarily. He closed the distance quickly, making a leap as he neared the navi.
"Alright Mr. Flames, time to turn up the heat!"
As he came just up to Heatman, Ruin's leg swung around, kicking the navi square in the back of its protective shell and in a beeline for Xezzukhz's exposed point of flatulence, spinning wildly forward to dig itself into the interior of the creature's body to burn it from the inside out. Hopefully this ones gas ddin't play well with fire, at the very least he shouldn't like the result here. Ruin then stood ready for the creature's retaliation, he was going to meet it head on at some point. And if this doesn't hurt it at least a little, at least he'll get his attention.
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on Nov 30, 2014 22:41:14 GMT -8
+++HeatMan.EXE+++
“All adversaries who emerge meet the same fate!” _______________________________________________________
“Looks like someone is eager to set fire to someone’s-”
The roar of flames burst from the body of HeatMan’s compressed form drowning out partial puns and well-controlled rage. All at once, the racing flames and HeatMan’s compressed body was locked extra tight after making note of his grim, but hilarious, destination. He dug deep, channeling a fiery will that caused him to push out whatever flames where available to his body and beyond. Soon, the flames HeatMan emitted were twice his size; an amazing feat for him as his body was nearly broken and those flames grew exponentially due to the horrendous gases released from this being’s cavity.
“BODILY CRASH!”
HeatMan’s roar undisturbed this time, he let out an ear splitting roar with his flames. Some of it ignited by the passionate heart that craved battle, and the other part driving him to think of something other than the possible littered stains that would cover his polished, metallic body that he was proud of...and most likely would demand that peculiar NetNavi who kicked him to clean.
______________________________________________________ “Toss them into the hellfires until they become ashes.”
Now Playing: ”Heart of Fire” by Black Veil Brides Chatty Ditz: ----
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Post by Snakeskin on Nov 30, 2014 23:43:03 GMT -8
(Point of information, Phen: Xyzillentz' gas is not, nor has it ever been, flammable. Also what is it with people attacking the private parts of my bosses? Would I really make the strategy that obvious?)
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Post by Phen on Dec 1, 2014 8:13:01 GMT -8
(Whats with your bosses farting on people? You made a big show of revealing its nethers, it would be criminal not to take advantage of it. Coulda just been a gas gland or something, didn't need to be a fart. We don't know the anatomy of people from the dark dimension, it could have been anything.)
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Post by B.o.B. on Dec 2, 2014 18:37:16 GMT -8
DiscoKid.EXE As the group fights music(Recommend watching the music video) begins to boom from all around.
"AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW YEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! LETS PLAY!!!!!!!!!"
Echoes out Disco's voice appearing just behind Xyzillentz. Disco thew up his arms and then brought them down, crashing a gigantic disco ball on top of the weakened Navi. As the ball exploded into shards of glass and light a massive wave of euphoric confusion spread among those present.
"I am so terribly sorry I am so late to your party Govenator..."
Disco says jumping into the air and doing a wonderful 720 flip. Then crashing down through the flames to kick HeatMan off course from where the sun don't shine.
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Post by Kman on Dec 3, 2014 8:45:42 GMT -8
Paladin.exe
The navi had been in shock, slightly, that the ally he'd made had already been deleted in such a short time. Still, he couldn't keep from wishing to defeat those that had done so to him. "I will avenge you!" he roared out, before he noted the appearance of...the governor?
He paused as he viewed this...thing that stood before him. It wasn't exacly the most...glorious thing that he'd seen. However, the ones that had killed Ichabod seemed to be standing against it. Despite his internal judgment to attack this thing on sight, he moved to side with it.
An eruption of flatulence made the paladin even less excited about joining this one's side, until he saw the creature being thrown forward toward his supposed protectee. Just then, another came from seemingly nowhere, kicking the fiery thing to the side. "I appreciate your timely arrival, strange yet wondrous fighter," Paladin spoke, setting his shield forward. If this fellow was on his side, then perhaps this large, rather odd-looking governor wasn't...so bad.
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Post by Genesis on Dec 3, 2014 11:25:13 GMT -8
*So their attacks hadn't left too much damage on the scaly fiend. Which meant it was their adversary's turn to attack. The lightning slammed down, the darkness turning around him and erecting a barrier then, taking the blasts in turn and managing to hold its own even after the attack had ended. ElecMan had been terminated and Xyzillentz had been... well, hoist by his own petard? He'd go with that. And after that it looked like some more decided to join in, though he recognized one of them rather easily. The one Ruin used as a ball for all that disco he was spewing.*
*The one planned to be a shield. A perfect target, then. He called up the same flames, but an image flashed within them first. A vulcan of sorts. He gripped the flame then, the fire moving around his hand before it fired off a barrage at Paladin this time. And upon impact it had blasted through him to its next target, the Governor behind him. Another flame coursed through his left hand, revealing a cursor instead before he shot it forth, this blast instead exploding and then exploding again, appearing instantly on the governor, Paladin, and Discokid and blasting each with its power. He put them together next, a scythe forming from the union before he jumped forward, being launched forward by AirMan's own destructive wind as he made for the anchored-yet-moving governor. But before he made landfall he disappeared, instead appearing in front of the governor rather than at his exposed rear end, swiping the weapon that was fueled by his opponent's own vitality with the intent of cutting along his head or torso.*
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Post by Raven8 on Dec 7, 2014 14:19:07 GMT -8
Ready was an understatement here. AirMan had long since prepared for the return assault from the pretender, and had no intent to let it land. With his winds still rising at an ever increasing rate, AirMan's hurricane force begins to rip up stones from the street and the architecture in the air, along with one particularly large slab directly in front of where he stands. The slab of stone rises and meets Xezzukhz's bolt head-on, causing the dark force to spider across the boulder, shattering it and causing a backlash. A shard of stone and a stray spark manage to overpower AirMan's rising winds, crashing into his left leg with enough force that he falters for a moment, but never stops his assault.
AirMan: It's good that I don't need to move around as much as the idiots who support this dimensional stooge...
Returning his focus to Xezzukhz, AirMan continues his assault, causing the all-consuming winds to batter against the demonic figure's engorged form, racking up damage even faster than before as the debris from the same storm now pelts him like falling hail, making the barrage even harder to shrug off.
Scarface's eye shines at the sight of the incoming bolt. In spite of the raw speed behind it, the Darkloid Slayer recognized its trajectory, and was well prepared. Bringing his lance around, he begins to spin it rapidly in the face of Xezzukhz's oncoming assault. The powerful electromagnetic force that the plasma lance generates causes it to spark electric blue as Xezzukhz's own bolt is drawn in, striking Scarface and his lance with enough force to knock him back on his feet. The electrical energy is purified by the Mark of Duo and enters the plasma knight's own systems, both damaging and empowering him as he reaches his arm forward quickly thrusts his still spinning lance to the side, now glowing like a star amid the darkness.
Scarface: You don't know what pain is!
Scarface slashes his lance before himself and holds it out to the side. The energy that he'd just absorbed rises skyward and seeds the ominous storm above. A split second later, a sound like the crashing of the waves against the shore resounds, and a cascading curtain of lightning drops down from above, bathing the entire area in light and resounding with an ear-splitting, thunderous roar.
Edge, meanwhile, sits on the outskirts of the fight on a lawn chair. He has a lemonade in one hand, the orb containing SRC in the other, and a pair of 3D glasses on.
Edge: Ooh, pretty.
Edge sips his lemonade and continues to "ooh" and "aah" at the spectacle of attacks raining down across the battlefield.
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Post by Snakeskin on Dec 10, 2014 17:15:53 GMT -8
Though the attacks launched against him were mighty, Xezzukhz was mightier still and stood strong, largely unharmed by the offensive tactics of his foes - be they wind-blown debris or otherwise. Though his tails froze as planned and Heatman went rocketing at his posterior, DiscoKid's attack had managed to send him slightly off-course. The flaming navi bounced harmlessly off one of the demon's buns of steel. Within a few moments, Xezzukhz had managed to flex his tails rapidly and strongly enough to shatter the ice encasing them. As they twirled freely through the air, the wounds healed rapidly until nothing was left of the cuts but surface scratches on the scales. As this happened, his five new horns glowed with power. Xion's attacks on the other governor were similarly fruitless.
Even the massive blast of lightning from above that Scarface unleashed did little more than make Xezzukhz wince, its energy unable to penetrate his darkly-enchanted scales.
"FOOLS!" He turned back around to face the majority of the navis that had gathered to battle him. "IN THIS FORM, I AM INVINCIBLE!" The standard egomaniacal, slightly delusional gloating of the final boss.
He opened his mouth wide and from his maw poured a massive torrent of black-and-green energy flames, the same sort which adorned his head. He turned his neck to sweep over nearly the entire area of battle, and many of the buildings lining the nearby streets were blown to pieces. It was as if he were a man laying waste to a model city in an old Japanese movie.
Meanwhile, while Xyzillentz had taken the full force of the sudden disco ball attack, he had not been deleted. Instead, with his systems critical, his DarkSoul activated. He was instantly revitalized - and more than that, even; he was stronger than before. He'd been blasted so far clear of the battlefield that he was able to avoid Xezzukhz' fire breath without even moving. Once the attack subsided, though, he ran over to where AirMan was as fast as he could, knowing his newfound vigor would not last.
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Post by Phen on Dec 11, 2014 9:52:58 GMT -8
Invincible... Ha... HA! This disgusting heap thought himself invincible. Quite the contrary. No one was invincible, everyone could be brought to ruin. It seemed as if the time to play around was over though, as it would seem thanks to Xezzukhz' gloating. As the creature reared its head to unleash the spout of flame... Ruin cracked a grin, placing a hand on the mask which covered the top half of his face. He looked down to the ground, eyes closed with his mask in hand just as the green and black flames swathed over him.
Then the sound of breaking glass filled the ears of all around, the flames stopped, frozen in time, before shattering into fragments and floating up into the eternal skyward abyss. From their epicenter, Ruin stood, his fist clenched and his mask crushed into dust. He began to open his eyes to the beast before him... Ruin's eyes black with accents of orange and red fragmenting toward his pupils.
He stepped forward, the network seemed to quake underfoot. Cracks in the fabric of the network appeared about him with each step, each minor movement. It was as if he was exerting his full force on everything around him, and it was giving under the pressure. As he approached Xezzukhz slowly, each step seemingly pushing into the limits of the network to contain him. He reach the beast's main body, standing before him. Ruin was much smaller than the great beast, yet perhaps it was the opposite, when it came to it. A single phrase escaped Ruin's lips.
"Fall to Ruin."
Ruin then jumped up into the air, past the beast's maw, and drew his fist once more. Merely the formation of it seemed to crack the network to its foundation, at the center of his fist. At the peak of his jump, he came down from his height to the beast's head, tearing away the network as he fell and leaving a glowing red scar in the air where his fist brought him.
The strike itself, that which brought with it the scar in the network's sky, came down with immense force, a shockwave which knocked back all others a few feet. Even Xyzillentz who was far off could feel the force, though it did little to move him. It brought the sound of a massive thunderclap, and the sound of glass, ceramic, and other materials cracking, as further cracks in the network appeared, both at the epicenter of the strike and all around them. Even Xezzukhz, who claimed himself invincible, would no doubt feel the strike as it sundered his scaly exterior and pushed through, sending cracks down his whole body, spawning more faster than they could be healed.
To witness this spectacle, of the one who's name embodies destruction, is only a mere sample. A sample of what the world would look like under his rule.
A world in Ruin
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