Before your hand could even make it halfway to Brock's head, a large vine shot out of the ceiling and smashed into it's path, blocking the strike and sending your arm into a heavy vibration, shaking it all around and causing it to falter temporarily. It was an easy fix, but it was still quite uncomfortable.

[b][color=92278f]"No. The talking skeleton in front of you is definitely not the all-powerful necromancer who could destroy the world -- YES IT IS MINE!"[/color][/b] Brock shouts as he lifts the book from behind him in a rather uncaring way. [color=92278f][b]"And this 'Hikado' you speak of? Never existed. He was a Believer... book person, if you want to be crude."[/b][/color]