Dragoon was ready for the attack, forming a shield far more quickly now. The shield simply bounced harmlessly off of a wall of azure energy, reminiscent of atlantean magic. However, as Alexander had expected, Dragoon was inexperienced at hand-to-hand combat, and the fist hit him square in the chest, under the ribs. Dragoon's magic shattered as he staggered backwards, struggling for breath, the heavy gauntleted hand having crushed his gut. 
A mere soldier. A small man with a sword and shield, blindly swinging it at his physical form. Dragoon growled, enraged at the indignity of the blows he took. No great mage or being of power faced him, but a mere man! Dragoon was the only Sliver who was dependant on his physical form, a small price to pay for the great knowledge he had been granted, but in this fight it might be his downfall. As such, Dragoon uttered an old Tsubrec spell as his skin became hard as steel, covered in a greyish sheen. He then held out both hand, quickly moving around runes that he drew in the air. He would use Rune Magic, a slow but powerful magic capable of warping the laws of physics, and utterly obliterate this meddlesome foe.
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Bob only laughed as his spectres were drowned in darkness. He would recover their souls after the battles, those that had not been irrepairably damaged. He had lost nothing, whereas his opponent had lost his composure, and this in itself was a small victory for the mad god. He danced around the angered planet, and as Unicron ejected his army of drones, Bob only laughed harder. Was this the force that the great Unicron launched agains him? 
Bob held out both hands, power concentrating in his grip, as he created a chemical reaction within. From nothing he created helium and oxygen atoms, forming into a gas cloud, compressed by his full strength. In the center of the mass, an oxygen atom fused with a helium atom, and the reaction started, billions of times more powerful than any nuclear weapon created on Earth. A small sun, with all the force of it's greater cousins, focused in the small space between Bob's hands. And, as his creation reached it's peak within mere moments, Bob entered his seed of chaos into it, as the star exploded, a supernova channeled into a beam of plasma, covering the mechanical planet and it's many moons, their forms reduced to ash and plasma.
Bob stood in the aftermath, laughing and laughing. Every one of the drones had been wiped out, and the great planet had been struck before it could start attempting to absorb the power from the fledgeling star. While it was not enough force to kill the god, as no mere physical attack could do such a thing, Bob had almost completely destroyed his physical form with this strike, and that excused all power waste. Bob once more allowed the souls he had captured to enact their plays, recharging him here in the depths of space, as he prepared for Unicron's return. It would not be long before the Chaos God had reformed his body.