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The discrete intent of the spheres that gathered around the pillars was in no way disturbed. They rested in front of the pillars along the border of the environment. Strangely enough, they remained rotating in place. They eradicated small portions of whatever they touched the surface of. There was not a sound to be heard by these tiny spheres rotating as they channeled and carved a space as large as themselves. The substance that coated them, not only masked energy and miasma but coated it in an essence that captured sound, it was as if they were simply air. There were small geometric beds of miasma that was passive enough, and flexible enough to allow themselves to be flattened, and thus made more dense by the fallen pillars the female had struck.

Their shrewd eyes became more-so, but they had no intentions yet. They waited, positioning their arm and waving it passively through the air as if they were stretching. Their palm was a right-angle to their actual wrist, and turned out. There were small 'gleams' along the corners of the crumbling roof where the male was, and additional gleams along the foundational arches in its structure. They relaxed as the opacity of the additional carnage was nil, due to being coated in the substances. It formed a nice, thin, wall that created a breeze along the entire exterior of the building.

That's when the beads started to click, and the entire foundation had begun to shake. They tilted their head as the mechanical waves pulsed the air into creating a small, very weak tornado. the island was within the eye, protected for the time being. This whirlwind was a very thin, tri-layer barrier. Much like cogs in a machine, each had the same rotation for every other layer.


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The only indication that the markings had been activated in the marauder, who stood at half of their natural height, was the mere size of the tornado itself. Their power was not only increased by threefold, but now subsisted in twelfths of whole constructs.

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The beads had begun to 'jump' again, but this time, they were like small bullets, directed to the outer 'barrier' of wind. There was a ceiling, that just about exceeded the highest peak of the constructs by a few yards and touched down to the surface of the water surrounding it. These small, discrete beads of water were tainted by the contact with the tornado, reaching the ceiling of its structure and raining down upon both of them like a garden sprinkler. Made up of the same substance mentioned before that the miasma had been coated with, it was a soundless, rain that would likely coat them.

The tornado had acquired the immutable properties of the carakz and would be destructive to both physical, miasmic, and energetic objects, but at the moment didn't seem to have an active affect of 'suction'. It was a transparent, and silent disturbance and had no bearing on the actions of the two in the ring. They continued to lick their lips, and now, smirked. Having regained the exhausted miasma from the release of the beads, they'd once again lose the one-twelveth in the formation of the tornado.