[quote=@Tyki]
As genocide was barraged by vajra blasts and most everyone else was stuck fighting themselves in some situation that i'm sure would make the nearest zen masters cream their pants just from the fact it was happening; the portal behind genocide begins to shift and crack, the seamless whiteness giving a marker of something coming in from the other side as a great darkness begins to seep from the perfectly white sphere. Corpses begin writhing up from the ground and approaching the portal only to collapse as though some great beast had taken to eating them. Soon however, the feeding frenzy stops as a thin, lanky man steps forward from the port, the temporal fluctuations causing it to seem like there were a good twelve of him, each unique and battered in their own way to such extremities as if they were of separate species as the miasma of death and darkness begins to congeal on the real one while he raises an arm, pointing at the lot before him as he asks "alright... which one of you fucks opened a portal in my bathroom?" in a rather annoyed tone, his clothing obviously baring the charred marks of the attacks that had made it through the portal to strike at him while he'd been on the other side. 

Upon closer inspection however, the pale man in his black tee with a leather jacket fitting to him to serve as armor, mystical markings of some nature lopping and covering the entirety of the thing while his pants remain as something akin to jeans but with an odd mix of silk and leather instead of denim was in fact, an elf rather than a man yet the only marking factors for elves as they knew them was the oddly colored eyes and his pointed ears while his skin remains deathly pale yet his clothing style and materials would be akin to a drow's normal garb yet the fact that he's male would normally mean a subservient life however he carries himself tall and quite sure of himself, something that would have been beaten out of him were he to have been a slave. The rather strange elf radiating death and darkness stands waiting for a response, grinding his razor sharp teeth on each other, giving him the visage of a shark like most that knew the demigod hunger would recognize, as he gazes upon the battle field before raising his arms, small circles of green fire sprouting to life under the combatants feet before skulls of odd creatures would come out of the darkness formed from inside the green circles before biting each one in the ankles rather painfully but not actually risking injury, as though the skulls were of some cross dimensional chihuahua or other similarly small dog, the pain from an outside source serving as a rather annoying but effective anchor to this world rather than the worlds they were lost in within their own minds or alternating timelines.
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"How did you....." the portal closes behind asura as he tilts his head to the side. Of all the things he expected, this wasn't one of them "...nevermind. just help me kill the omnicidal maniac."