[quote=thewizardguy]
Unnatural lightning crackled through the air, moving from lifeform to lifeform. It was not truly electricity, which required the presence of air. It burned not the hardened bodies of the microscopic beings, but dropped from life source to life source, as it burned them from the inside. Even such small beings, lacking in such commodities as organs and skin, were burned and damaged. And yet, for every microorganism that was burned, there were a billion more. However, the feeling of the life energy around the two was amazing in how it oppressed the senses and thoughts. The man looked up, smiling. Two black wings extended from his back, and he held up a hand to Leeroy, who had settled into this charge. It was like all the sounds in the room just stopped, a sudden disconnection from the sound of Honey trying to destroy an army of microorganisms. Time was an illusion, and Leeroy moves forward only at a snail's pace, watching the events unfold around him in slow motion. The man speaks, and his tone sounds both dark and final. "A man who should have died a long time ago, living off of borrowed time. Leeroy Jenkins. I am the Judge, who dictates the barriers of life and death. I am the Agent of Balance, created by the Primals themselves, an instrument of the Eternal Creator. And I am tired of those who have cheated death for too long." Screams echoed, as Leeroy and the Judge find themselves in an infinite expanse of black, as if nothing else existed. Figures moved, shadily, reflections of the memories. He could see himself joining the Fairy Tail Guild. He could see a variety of adventures, stories playing out silently, in this surrealistic expanse."Rest in peace, Leeroy."Leeroy dropped to the ground. Sound rushed back, as Honey turned to stare. Soul in tatters, body desperately holding on to the fringes of life. It was not a strike, no grand attack from the Judge. However, Leeroy could feel them returning. The times he should have died, the cold fingers of the reaper holding his wrist. His soul shaking, as he felt each blow once more. Many lifetimes worth of suffering, condensed into this short span of time. They were coming to take him away, darkness closing in from all sides as his vision fades. And this time, it was not a darkness he could escape.
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"...........bought time?....I guess so....good bye...friends......." Leeroy thinks, before his body begins to shrink, or more accurately, implode, shrink, minimize. All these words seem to fit what was happening to the wooden man's body. The soul contained in him, his kind soul, in tatters, fading. This, was most likely his last moments.
"......Hive storage." Honey says, in a melodious tones, similar to an opera singer. Then, Leeroy's body breaks apart, into bees, which flood into Honey, as does many of the roaming souls surrounding the area.

"...Get out of my kingdom you filth." Honey says, her voice now deep, and somewhat gravelly. It is obvious, she isn't the one speaking...not anymore.