As Unaru flew backward from the force of his blow, Lysander thought himself having done something.  Immediately he felt something off – something wrong happening around him. The electricity reached out beyond him and then snapped back – lashing around his extremities like chains around a slave. His mouth curled into a snarl as anger raged through him, boiled his blood. The sudden trapping of his body, being pulled into the prison designed for him – it made the already growing anger crescendo. Then, he saw it – the blur of motion that was Unaru careening directly for him. 

[color=f26522]“The only help I need…”[/color] he began but stopped immediately as the ether-laced fingertips began slamming into his body, hitting the point of internal power those who channeled chi would understand – but the only thing he felt from it was pain. The pain rocketed through him, stinging like bees casually tearing into his flesh, what was only a hundred strikes felt like a thousand – the pain wrecked him for a moment, even his intense healing factor could barely keep up with the damage being done to him. Then the final strike came, palms slamming into his core – drilling him directly through the golden letter and the mortar, the brick gave way, and he flew through into the inner depths of the factory. 

[color=f26522]“You want me to unleash myself, then I will. You want my full might, then I’ll bring it to you,”[/color] the shadows pulsed throughout the factory – darkening beyond their normal measure – they flowed along the ground and the walls, flying like snakes slithering across grass. They flowed from their homes. They swirled around him, tightening along his body – laying over him like cloth for a moment, swirling at him as they rent his flesh from his bone. The pain from it wracked his body, tearing blood and bone. Their swirling mass intensified, growing quicker by the minute. 

[color=9e0b0f]“Sage Mode: Sage Form III; Godhand,”[/color] a voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere. The shadows broke down around him, falling away in layers to reveal him. His body became larger and spryer. Still lithe, he no longer seemed desiccated. Grey eyes seemed more intense than before, his white hair falling around his shoulders, echoing with blackened energy flashing around his body. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Unaru.” Lifting his arms, he pulled from the shadows once more his oversized sword. 

[color=9e0b0f]“Here I come.”[/color] A single step carried him across the distance instantly, back through the crumbling remains of the many holes he’d been forced through by the palm strike. Hard to track, but not impossible, he brought himself before Unaru – and then quickly lashed out. His body dropped slightly, leaning back even as his right-hand touched palm-first on the ground, swinging his legs around to kick Unaru’s out from beneath him. As soon as his back hit the ground, he flung himself around into a flip – bringing his once swinging leg up, slinging it from above and directly down to crash into Unaru’s skull – the force of it enough to crater the concrete beneath him.