[quote=thewizardguy]
A flood of zooming can be heard,as a massive tide of souls rushes towards the Guardians. It's as if they stood in the path of a tsunami, formed from the seperate souls of billions of different beings, all moving in eerily perfect harmony. The dark energy seems to strike it, and yet, even as some souls are surrounded, a wave of soular energy absorbs the impact. Like the power of millions of Jedi, the souls moved forward at once, completely surrounding the poor Sith who had opposed this primal force. And even as it did, the strangest thing happened.Even as the Guardians prepared a second wave of attacks, each found themselves struck by a memory. The sight of a grocery list, dim neon lights. Slowly chewing on a patch of grass, surrounded by kin. A busy street, fading away in a massive flash of light, Siblings, wrestling over the cup with the smiley face. Random, mysterious images, from a thousand lifetimes, popping into their minds, as they experience moments of lives cut short by tragedy. Humans and animals, magical and mundane, a strange, fractured image of life as a whole. And even then, a picture forms before each of them. A memory, formed from their own thoughts, their own minds. Peace. A strange moment of perfect clarity, a single mote of happinesss among the despair that filled the lives of those serving the Dark Side. The childhood memories they had clinged to, the inanimate objects and imaginary friends that had formed their only point of relevance. A construction of escape, free from all the horrors that had undoubtedly followed. For that one moment, each of them felt a supreme bliss, a peacefulness, induced by a perfectly crafted dream.They let their guard down.Millions of souls reflected off of each other, energy gathering and multiplying, a song of power as thought and power combine. The Sith, each of whom had bared their souls, synchronised with the mass of life, their own powers multiplying the soular energy, a soular blow powered by those who had fallen before. A chain of power lit up the magical spectrum of the universe, as the Sith neared the end of their dream-state. And in those last moments, those Sith were at peace. Then, everything went white, bodies and minds ripped to pieces by the force of the soular charge.Perhaps, it was their training. Perhaps, it was their natural aptitude. Or perhaps, it had been a strange mercy from this mysterious being. Maybe, even as their souls had been tearing themselves apart, they had realized their perils. Whatever the cause, the Guardians had not been killed by this otherwise fatal attack. Their bodies rendered asunder, their minds filled with conflicting bliss and hate, their souls a shadow of their former selves. It would take them long to recover, but they would live. The being known only as 5, not taking the time to harvest these souls, simply moved on, chasing it's prey.Those who have been bathed in hate their whole life, are often the most vulnerable when shown the light of hope. Such beings are blinded by it, they hold onto it, and burn themselves in it's warmth. Perhaps, if the Sith had been inherently evil, they would not have fallen so easily. But, as foolish children, they were drawn to a flame, and wiped out, as a picket fence before a storm.
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Mithias had to sprout wings to go after the increasingly large glowing white orb of hope. He caught it. He brought it back to the group which included Tugoro, Minx, and a bunch of possibly-dead Sith dudes, and some guy in a white hat. The orb thing now had to be held in two hands, and it radiated positively, absorbing all the vitality, the essence of hope, around it. Apparently, the stuff was concentrating here. 

Not sure what to do with it, but sensing that it was clearly useful, Mithias flew up to find... a bunch of souls mentally destroying some... force-users. He was astonished at the crazy power levels in play. The fighting, especially with Teo and Tugoro nearby, was insane. Finally, Mithias decided to take part in the battle and looked down to his unexplained entity of belief for assistance. 

It was almost instinctive, as the passionate ball of hope energy resonated easily with the hope he had within himself. The sense of trust and belief welled up, and before he knew it, Mithias had physically absorbed the orb. Signalling their union, a white light radiated around him, forming the arch of a great halo above him in light. He looked at the mass of souls called No. 5, and began his attack with unbreakable confidence.

The ghost-like soul-devouring demon blade manifested itself along his right arm. His mind was as always, impenetrable. He charged No. 5 without hesitation, devouring one soul at a time with his blade, chasing the spiritual group wherever it went. he'd soon destroy it entirely if it couldn't stop him.