No energy beside from a basic substance was used that kept the marauder in total secret from the being across the way who advanced upon the throne and through the darkness. Their eyes not based in the typical sensing of ordinary beings, they did not have a hindrance due to the luminescence of the region. They silently continued to observe as the female passed by, raising her suggestion, he did not intervene right away, passing on a small mask of 'silence and deception' with his substances through contact with her shoulder. Instead, the blade, Mar'kai formed with only one-third of its physical shape. Surprisingly, he figured it would work well to transmute his very concentration of miasma into the body of his blade, and thus condensing it powerfully. They did not utter a word to the female or the male across the way as its intentions were nothing less than a proper execution. A small bead-like rice-grain gently bounced, like a small pebble over waters, and landed in the center of the battlefield. A small handful of thirty to forty skittered away silently from the being's ankle, it seemed, and they continued to shift along the pillars. Again, no active motion or motives yet, they were not finished setting up.
From their throat, a set of twenty-four blades protruded from their throat, and they stood straight up, licking their lips. They continued to climb, unnaturally agile and quickly, up the pillar, almost like a lizard. It would have been a bit strange to witness, but they silently thrust themselves a bit upward and landed legs crossed on the surface of the pillar. The surface gleamed the moment a final bead had landed, becoming visible and audible nearby the opposition's feet. This would create a small echo as the tiny rice-grain exhumed enough force to create a small crack in the faded ground, which would indeed be a bit of a spectacle.
The tall creature had then again, licked their lips, relaxing and collecting again, a fourth of their capabilities into the preceding engagement.