[right][h2][color=red]Khaine[/color], Oblivion Depths[/h2][/right]
[right][@KoL][@Lmpkio][@floodtalon][@The 42nd Gecko][@Lucius Cypher][/right]

Hmph. It seemed that, despite all the effort he had gone through, his plan had failed. The creature seemed about to charge after him when it raised it's head and sniffed the air, before heading off. Probably because something smelled tasty. At this point Khaine would have been more than glad to call it a day, ignoring the unstoppable giant lizard and heading down towards where he knew his stone was. The only problem was the direction the giant lizard had gone in. Perhaps by complete coincidence, it had headed in the same direction as Khaine's erstwhile companion and the bug-creature. Of course, such a thing could never occur by chance alone. Even as he rushed along the ground he knew Diana was being tracked by this beast, seemingly by smell alone. If the creature managed to catch up to Diana then this entire diversion was merely a waste of time.

Silently, Khaine cursed his foolishness. He should have closed off the route Diana and the others had used the first chance he got, back when the beast was not yet using it's full power. Instead he had charged it, trying one tactic after another to defeat it. Captivated by the fight he had forgotten the reason he was fighting in the first place. How could he have been so careless? Had this place gotten to him after all?

A most unusual scene interrupted Khaine's internal dialogue. When he entered the chamber what he found was nothing less than a clash between titans. The beast had grown larger yet, and was now locked in conflict with an immense white creature Khaine immediately identified as being angelic in origin. Almost lost next to a conflict of such scope were an army of lesser angelic beings currently in a state of complete disarray, as one might expect when confronted with such an awe-inspiring confrontation. But there were also several demons in this area, he could feel it. And not mere flunkies, either. Based on the signs of destruction and dead angels, only a few of which seemed to be the result of the clashing titans, it was clear that a major battle had taken place here. Not that Khaine needed such visual confirmation when he could feel the energy of battle flowing past him, through him.

Struck by an old longing he stepped forward. Previously he had interfered only in small-scale conflicts, the minor battles that were happening all around the time. At the time he had considered it tactics. But here he saw the face of true battle, true war between the forces of Heaven and Hell itself. A war as old as time, as old as thought itself. Here he could once more taste the sweet nectar of blood, fear and wrath, that ambrosia sweetened with the suffering of the weak. It was not temptation that caused Khaine to step forward, blade in hand, nor was it habit or duty. It was nature. His very being screamed that this was his fight, his battle, his war. He was born from war to wage it, and for too long he had been starved.

Even as some unknown demon formed what appeared to be an immense robot in the background, Khaine rocketed up to the ceiling. Blades rained from the sky, wiping out the small fry in a hail of edged death. Like a flash Khaine moved across the ceiling, swinging from stalactite to stalactite, and leaving a little something behind. High-powered explosives, remotely detonated by Khaine's powers. The fuse and the bomb had been seperated, but it would be easy for Khaine to reunite them.

It was a mistake to believe Khaine was merely a warrior. He embodied war in it's entirety, Ares and Athena. Cunning and knowledge were tools as sharp and deadly as any blade, and more wars had been won through strategy than through brute force. With 500.000 years of experience to draw on there were few subjects Khaine was not an expert in. Merely a cursory examination of the roof had given him all the information he needed. He knew the types of rock and sediment that composed the roof of the cavern, he knew how old each stalactite and stalagmite was. Most importantly, he could form a map in his head of how the strain of gravity was divided over the cavern. How that pressure was divided across a large surface area, but concentrated in a few particular points. And of course he knew the explosive dose that would be required in order to make use of these points. More specifically, Khaine possessed both the knowledge and means to collapse this entire cavern on top of them.

Of course, who knew how much rock was above here. By his understanding the Oblivion Dungeon was functionally infinite, but at a certain level mundane laws of gravity simply stopped functioning. It was impossible to predict with what force the roof would come down. Perhaps millions of tons of rock would collapse down, or perhaps merely a layer of a few meters. Within this place the laws of physics were more like suggestions, usually applied but far from necessary.

Of course, that didn't matter for the moment. Whether or not this would actually kill the two battling titans he couldn't tell. In fact he highly doubted it, even if he was able to bury them both the lizard creature was likely to survive. The wound he had inflicted to her but moments before were already healing, in a few minutes they would be gone. Combined with what the titanic angel had said about 'awakening' it was likely that this creature could not be so easily killed. Not that death had any real meaning within this purgatory anyway. But if he was able to trap it here, bury it, then perhaps the Dungeon itself could end this thing. Break it down on the mental level instead of the physical, remove all that motivated it until nothing remained.

Glancing around Khaine tried to spot Diana as he swung down from the ceiling. It would be unfortunate if they were caught in this plan, so it would be best to inform them of this before he managed to kill them all.