Bob looked down at Unicron, the God before him. Physical attacks wouldn't work in this battle. As Bob holds up his hand, he grins, before stamping down. He twists, and moves into an elegant dancing position, as Unicron finds himself being drawn into what feels like an abyss. Bob opens a massive gate under Unicron, like the doors he uses for travel, but of a suitably massive size. The souls that Unicron scattered are drawn into the gate before the planet-sized God, and Bob grins. "Let us continue this in a suitable battleground, shan't we? We shall fight in the Theater."