Gaia chuckles as Alexander explains himself. "To make use of an enemy's weakness is not cowardice. When the enemy's guard is low, that is when you strike. It is the mark of a skilled warrior, who fights with his mind as well as his arm." Gaia holds out his arm, and the Earth trembled, as dirt and rocks spin away, a hold opening beneath his hand. "Had you killed my brother, I would have been forced to avenge him. However, as it stands, I can admire your skill without the need for bloodshed." The hole beneath fills with sand, drawn from all over the area, rocks quickly degenerating themselves into sand. As you watch, the sand starts glowing, still turning and twisting. "Your sword is broken. As such, allow me to grant you a true weapon." The glowing sand cools into glas, but still flows like sand, taking on the form of a blade, long and sharp, formed from glass with what seems like small lines of metal through it. The handle is formed from smooth pine wood.
 Gaia's face, as always, is impossible to see through his heavy armor, but his movements and tone give a feeling of reverance. "While glass mght be fragile, when harnessed properly, it can form great weapons. This blade is one that cannot be formed by mortal hands. Glass, filled with tunnels of air the size of molecules that divide the impact of shock. It is as hard as glass, and sharper than any weapon of metal could possibly become, and yet it has none of glass's brittleness, being capable of absorbing far more hits than a blade of metal. Lastly, it has the weight of a wooden weapon, allowing you to swing it with incredible speed and flexibility. It is the greatest nonmagical weapon ever granted to man, capable of cutting through steel like butter. Name the blade whatever you wish, but treasure it greatly."
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Stein nods, as the demon speaks up. It seemed he would need to demonstrate what it meant to be hurt, truly, to this little pipsqueak. Once more, Hiei is bound, as Stein looks down at him, his glasses reflective, his smile filled with odd glee. "Then die." In a flash, Mia took Shiva, slashing it through his neck. A wound that would never heal, unless blessed by a being of pure good, a being that felt no hate, no anger, no regret, no fear. Such beings were hard to find, thought Stein, as white lightning covered him, and Hiei's very soul was was struck, an explosion of power that ripped through him, blood exploding from every possible orfice, hemorhaging from his skin, as his focused powers blew out Hiei's eyes. There was no physcal defense against his soular strikes, and no hopes of survival for his victims. Mind, body, and soul, are connected, and by striking down the one, the others may fall. The mind is guarded, the body protected, but many forget the soul is most important of all, the power of life itself.
Assistants teleported in, their horrible green leering lenses seemingly filled with joy, knowing that they had found a new brother. Hiei was held up, the bindings gone, both mind and body weakened too greatly to move, as Mia laughingly moved over to him. Her hands were on his chest, her features distorted through a haze of pain and mental trauma, severe damage having been done to Hiei's brain. She licks his neck, slowly, as he was dragged away, and she followed, giggling under her breath at the new toy that had been given to her by daddy. Already, small tendrils of Black Blood slipped out from under her sharp fingernails, testing his skin, amking tiny little cuts he wouldn't be able to feel, not at the moment. She would reduce him to nothing, and make him watch, as she did the same to all he cared about.
Stein looks over to those that remained with an odd sense of detachment. A feeling that he had done this a billion times before. He was a man that had seen empires fall by his hands, and Gods suffer. He was a man that had walked world after world, bringing with him madness and destruction, suffering and pain, physical and mental. Truly, the role of the grim reaper was a fitting one, for Stein was a bringer of death by nature, and his aura emanated pure fear and agony. Slowly, he takes out a cigarette, and lights it, a small cloud of smoke traveling upwards from his mouth. "Are there any more..... complaints?"
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The Anti-God felt the suffering of it's mother's victim. It was forged from the pieces of those that had fallen to him, a cache of trophies, turned into a beast of war. Twisted memories of happiness filled it's mind, reminders of a world before agony, before the God-Killer had come. Memories that it seeked, grabbing at them, desperately clinging on to the illusion of temporary peace, and yet forever unable to find it. It let out a screech, fueled by fear and hate, It dashed forward, it's left eye already glowing, as it grabbed a hold of Vita's shoulder as it moved at supersonic speeds. Point blank, a blast of red energy hit her, blasting her into the ground, unrelenting, a manifestation of the agony that was a constant to the Anti-God. 
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