[center][img]http://s21.postimg.org/6viu3prpz/Umbraxis.jpg[/img][/center] [color=92278f]“I talk too much? You’re the one who flew down here saying you wanted to chat.” [/color] Umbraxis responded, standing patiently at the edge of the crater, watching the hero chuck the truck like it was a ball of tin foil. [color=92278f]“If anything, you’re the one who isn’t holding up their end of the conversation.”[/color] Umbraxis waited and watched, observing as the hero made his way back to the Endless Void, the two white orbs bearing down upon the silver-clad idol as he made his way back. It responded in kind, pacing the . [color=92278f]“However, if we’re actually fighting instead of talking, I suppose I can oblige.” [/color] At its words, it brought its hands together, a ball of Dark Energy appearing between them. It was about the size of a soccer ball, a swirling obsidian ball crackling with blackened lightning, the sheer mass that was created caused nearby pebbles on the ground to tremble slightly. It brought its hands above his head, the ball of Dark Energy suspended above its palms before a forward toss brought the ball hurtling down towards Icon. The air around the ball almost imploded as it traveled, sucking in the atmosphere around it as it rocketed towards the hero. As it impacted, it delivered its horrendous payload in a sizable explosion, roughly the size to incinerate a two-story house erupted in the middle of the street, the force rocking the block. Icon would once more be thrown back, bouncing down the street and slamming headlong into another car. It did not pursue Icon to continue an assault, however. Instead it waited in the streets, pacing slightly as it glanced to Icon’s impact point for any signs of retaliation. [color=92278f]“Of course, with that said I’m still very interested in talking to you.”[/color] It called out to the smoke. [color=92278f]“Either way, there is much about you I want to know. Whether I learn it from your words or your corpse makes little difference.” [/color]