[color=f26522][i]“I recall a little. The familiarity of your face creates a dissonance in my mind. An echo. Like the ripples on waves from a stone thrown among them.” [/i][/color]His hands shifted slightly as the emerald cracks formed in the crater surrounding them. His eyes watched the lines sinuously grow, while shadows pulsated around the courtyard - wavering and shifting like snakes writhing in a darkened cave bed. They longed to become one with him, and who was he to deny them their rights? They broke free from their captors, slithering along the ground with such quickness. In moments, most of them were hovering in the air behind him - a solid, physical mass levitating behind him. Flicking his arm upward, the sword lifted from the ground and spun rapidly - before it too found itself buried nearly a foot in the concrete.

[i][color=f26522]“My dignity remains, my memory may not be what it used to be - though. How could one expect it to be, Unaru, when one has lived since nearly the dawn of time itself.” [/color][/i]He spoke like a friend, the words of someone who had known the other for many centuries. They’d fought many battles, across many worlds. Sometimes on opposite sides, sometimes on the same side. But they were always competing against one another.[i] [color=f26522]“You wish to face me once more, I assume, else why would you have come here? Surely not to simply destroy this decadent land.”[/color][/i] He cracked his own knuckles, though his hands were small, and his body lithe, in comparison to the others. They both knew their physical makeup didn’t speak to their strength and abilities. 

[color=f26522][i]“I suppose we should just see where it goes from here, yeah?”[/i][/color] He smiled a devilish grin, and as he stepped forward the shadows followed - wrapping themselves around his body, engulfing him in the darkness of their design. They encased him like a bondage suit, flowing around him rapidly and with a pace ever quickening. In that single moment, his body launched itself - a speed so robust that the shockwave knocked the little orange men from their feet, and his body seemed to simply blink. 

His momentum shifted him forward, he knew the other could track him as perfectly as he could track himself. Even knowing, though, he launched himself through the air with the fury of a man seeking blood. His arm pulled back, cocked and ready - and as he landed within striking distance his fist shot forward - the power bolstered by the shadows flowing through and around his arm enough to knock the other off his feet - and likely into a wall or two.