“[color=green]I did not think the great Lysander would turn into a coward in his old age…[/color]” The dragon rumbled.

Rumbled as if waking from a deep slumber with the shedding of its mortal coil, of its human disguise, exposing the arrogant and bloodthirsty thing that had been lurking beneath the surface all this time. For a thousand upon a thousand years, Unaru had been training himself to restrain that ugly serpent, he had found inner peace through practicing the martial arts and raising his children but always shadowed by the reflection of his true self in every suppressed action. Was Lysander happy to see it again?

Anshin’s transformation stopped where it was, with just a fraction of his true power peeking through. Subtly taunting his rival as if letting him know that a mere five-percent was all he needed to handle this deranged mummy wearing the flesh of his old foe. He thrust his hand to the sky. His fingers open as those emerald fists drifted into position overhead, this same technique had trounced Cee once, that arrogant android who had called herself the Queen of Violence within earshot of the True King. Lysander was stronger than a tincan, surely, so he added another to the mix and another after that. Each newly appeared fist clasping over the wrist of the previous one that had formed in front of it until a few seconds later—an eternity in the timeline of a battle such as this—a meteor of knuckles filled the hole they had just tumbled through. Blotting out the sky. Casting a glittering veil of emerald down on the candy wonderland before Unaru’s fingers clenched—his fist fell—and the cave roared.

[color=green][b]Heaven’s Judgment Sweeps Away All Sin[/b][/color]

It was not specifically aimed at Lysander, instead, it slammed into the green space between them. Crushing the hill beneath its knuckles like it was nothing. Sending a shockwave rippling through every corner of the factory until foundations split and smoldering unprocessed liquid candy flooded the halls. Until little orange men fell screaming in horror down into the depths of dark chocolate bedrock and Wonka himself was devoured in the exploding of some candy themed gadget and all at once it was like the apocalypse had taken place localized to this one very specific location in Candy Land. Brought on by this hand of an angry god embedded deep into the foundation of the factory itself…

Then, just a few minutes later after the rumbling was done, the emerald fists began to disappear. Turning into motes of glittering emerald light one after another before returning to the dream from whence all of Unaru’s near infinite ether seemed to come, until there was only the grinning dragon.

“[color=green]Alright, we can go for that drink now, but I destroyed the factory just like I came for, so I win.[/color]”