Blasts of filthy soul energy tore through buildings, reducing all to splinters, the sound of each ripping through the air was like terrific howling, each attack formed from soul energy had the potential of rendering a body of flesh to a piece of bloody meat, thankfully, these attacks never travelled too far before returning from where they had come from.
"That buddy of yours is unlucky to have ended up against Xator" towering like a profane totem, a restless whose rib cage extended from his chest down to his stomach spoke in an even tone, three pairs of arms protruding from the horrendous body part.
Worst of all, that extended rib cage was filled to the brim with a collection of skulls, all pressed up against one another and seeming to yearn for sweet release from behind these skeletal bars.
"So does that mean I am lucky to have ended up against you?" with a grin, Aliata, the redhead, responded without showing any signs of apprehension.
