[justify]Unaru was pleased to see Lysander caught up in his two-piece combo. Even if there was absolutely no chance that he’d taken any serious damage from an attack of that caliber at this stage in their rivalry any leg-up no matter how was the kind of thing that resulted in drunken taunts and teases. Lysander was a full courtyard away buried in the center of the now bent golden [color=FFD700][b]W[/b][/color] that loomed over the chocolate factory’s double-doors, laughing, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders…

Making excuses for tyranny as he always.

“[color=008000]Strange though they may be, they are as deserving of freedom as any other race in the galaxy, friend. Just because your master compensates them for their servitude to assuage his guilty does not mean that they are any less enslaved, but let’s be honest, you don’t really care about that do you?[/color]”

Unaru was not as humorous as his father.

Unaru readied himself for what was to come. There was plenty of time for him to counter or to dodge. But that would be unsportsmanlike, so instead he prepared to block, watching as all the captured shadows fled to Lysander’s side of the battlefield and swirled together to form a single massive fist. They swept down on him like an entire chunk of upended earth to hammer as one into his forearms, or rather, into the thin layer of emerald ether that had sprung up around his body to protect himself against any ill-effects that the pseudo vampire might’ve hidden behind his deceptively simple swing. A thousand tiny punches all came together like a school of fish to form one mass powerful enough to pitch Unaru from his feet and send him soaring towards the gate from whence he never came.

Unaru flipped through the air, denying Lysander the satisfaction of seeing him smash into the wall as he instead landed in a crouch on that perfectly vertical surface. Knees bent and fingers poised. Jacket still clinging to his shoulders, for justice never falls, and the golden [color=FFD700][b]M[/b][/color] resting beneath him. The shadows remained, even after that attack, filling the space between them like smog befuddling any attempt to detect his opponent through supernatural means but there was one other sense that Lysander had not accounted for. Unaru ripped that metal-m from beneath him. Nearly thirty-feet wide and probably a third of that in height, the same emerald ether that had protected now flowed into that massive metal letter until it was glowing a sick irradiated green. His arm drew back, and like a boomerang he flung it into the air. Unlike a boomerang it did not return to him. Instead when it reached the apex of its flight it curved towards Lysander’s location slicing through the shadows with a keen magical edge. Sending electricity flowing through them and paralyzing those unfortunate little orange men who had rushed towards Lysander for protection with a noisy zap. Freezing them in place for the super-heated edge to slice its way through them. Anything that got in its way be it Oompa Loompa, magical darkness, or just a chunk of building was sliced into as many pieces as necessary to bully its way through.

Even Lysander, if he did not present a defense, would be putting himself at risk.

“[color=008000]I can smell you, Lysander, you’re covered in chocolate.[/color]”[/justify]