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As the sergals would bombard the planet, and troops would be put onto the ground, a darkness would come to the planet, the sun blackened out, as a pitch black storm would form. Anger, pain, missery, betrayal, loss..all these emotions swirled, churned, and putrefied in the dark mass that began to form, quite the surprise to be sure, at least to the sergals. As Minx walked forwards, she batted Sergal troop, debris, rock, and the like out of her way, parting the way until she stood across from five.
	".....You...." She says, her eyes glowing brightly. In a fit of rage, she flies forwards, and most likely Five would ready some sort of deflection, some sort of control, something..but it would seem to fail, fizzle out, and malfunction. Minx's strike into him would bring him a burning feeling, but not deal any physical damage..but it burnt, like a hot blade ran across sensitive skin.
	"Your suffering will be the stuff of legends..." Minx whispers, from his shoulder.