Oh well....
Even if Blood's still posting, here I go:
InC:
The bomb was primed and set.
There were a few Reapers still trying to attack him, but most had opted towards aiming for Jonathan, now a massive Black Dragon filling up the sky. After dodging a steam of Mors, Dorfl dove downwards with his shuriken spinning furiously, and sliced through a Reaper's bony frame, only to have it regenerate itself soon afterwards.
Bones. They're just bones. It shouldn't be so hard to kill something that isn't alive.But, of course, technically he wasn't alive either. Just some inanimate objects... like bones... put together... like bones... and held in place my elemental energies.
And that was the key. Elements. Everything was comprised of them, and they dictate everything that happens, will happen, or cannot happen.
And, of course, there were ways to create these energies. And when one can create, one can destroy.
Dorfl morphed into his Gravity form, and concentrated on that.
Gravity was not a thing. It was a force. Sometimes it was powerful other times it was nearly non-existant. But it is always there. It pulls and pushed and crushes and smashes, and sometimes, very rarely, there are a chosen few who can control that energy.
Dorfl drew all the objects and Reapers and debris around him towards himself, and
heaved.
His fists slammed together in front of him, and where they met, a small black distortion was forming and growing.
If you looked at it, anything inside would appear the opposite of it's natural color. White to black, red to blue. It was a very eerie effect, and it was expanding.
The Black Hole grew and grew until it encompassed about half the battlefield, changing the purple and black colors of Death into sickly white and blue.
And, each time the barrier accommodated a new Reaper, it would be stripped of it's energies, and become a rapidly dying skeleton. But they still had to time to escape the field, so Dorfl felt it was high time to activate the bomb. Besides, he really wanted to blow something up.
"
Negative Zone"
There was a feeling for all those inside the area of effect that the world, and their organs, were being twisted inside out. Then the bomb exploded.
White-hot arcs of electricity shot out from Morte's Necropolis, heading straight for the closest Reaper. Once they hit that one, it exploded in a shower of sparks and other Lighting bolts, which spread through the ranks of undead faster than wildfire, incinerating each in their path. Normally, they would not be as affected by such an attack, or at least rejuvenate themselves afterwards. But the Negative Zone was denying them access to their Death energies, and they could do nothing as the entire army was ripped apart.
The whole effect was made oddly beautiful by the way the Negative Zone affected the Lighting, which had no turned almost the entire army into dust save for some stragglers at the back, and now all the remaining Thunderbolts lanced towards the Necropolis, severely wounding the first Dracolich they encountered and spreading through the rest, sending the entire castle crashing downwards into the ground.
Dorfl relaxed his Negative Zone, and shifted into his Water form, splashing down onto the earth below and settling into a great many puddles. He would be fine after a bit of rest, but he needed to be safe from what would come next.
Because what would come next would be Morte.
OOC: There we go. Just felt like godmodding for once
Regardless; Off to the merry lands of sleep I go!
