[center][h1]Cyano Conablum [/h1][/center]


     Cyano smirked to herself. The stick didn't have a clue. Well, as he walked out he would see that the number of Kolons around had grown. And was still growing. At least 50 Kolons stood outside the palace, playing various games, building things, and performing tasks not uncommon to human toddlers, all to a soundtrack of screams of agony coming from apocalypses victims. No doubt the ethereal would be dumbstruck. And Cyano would take advantage of this.

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     Cyano wouldn't start out with any weapons, instead letting the strength of the android body do the work. She would start with a swift kick at the ethereal back, if it hit, it would no doubt send the ethereal flying. But she wasn't about to let him go that easily. Before he could go flying, she would grab ahold of his robes, and using the momentum applied to the ethereal from the kick, would pull him backwards, slamming him into the wall of the hut outside. Somehow even in a artificial body, the ethereal would see a fire in her eyes. His head on a platter, reflected back at him.

Regardless on whether her attacks connected or not, Cyano would answer the ethereals question. Even if she was about to destroy him, doesn't mean she needed to be rude about it.

"This form. Oh, it's the form that's going to show you why you don't cross me"

     In the Android body, Cyanos voice sounded much deeper and much more intimidating. Unnerving even. Especially with how... calm it sounded,  yet the ethereal could still hear the scorching anger hidden behind the mask of calm. He should have known better then to treat Cyano like she was just an agent. A resource. But he had, and he had interrupted her. So perhaps now it was time he became the resource.