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Location: Shirotomi Highschool
Date: April 4th, 2030
Time: 12:34 am
Sakda, The Weaver (Phantom)Date: April 4th, 2030
Time: 12:34 am
Interactions: VeiledPariah QuirkyAngel Takumi98 Haze-
The overall storms that grew made Sakda grin wickedly, if it wasn't bad now, it could get far worse for them all. With everything that had been going on, Sakda needed this opportunity to escape, and retreat, the hostage was a perfect opportunity to regroup. Yet, it didn't go well, and as Ame yelled out for her to be named, it progressively got worse. "You bitch, that's right, you would rely on a GOD!" Sakda yelled outward, his fury growing, and becoming more animate.
Then, the name placed itself upon her, "NO, NO, NOO!" Sakda screamed as he gritted his teeth at the comprehension of Kami_X naming Ame. He gripped at the air several times where Ame had been, as she was named, and flew into Kami_X's hands. "YOU HEINOUS VERMIN," he swatted at the air, "YOU WHO BESTOWS THE POWER OF THE HEAVENS KNOWS NOT WHAT TO DO WITH SUCH POWER!" He reared his head towards Kami_X, teeth bared in a snarl, and his hands clenching tight enough to break his own skin.
His eyes narrowed as Kami_X chanted, but Sakda wasn't impressed. In his eyes, not much had changed, especially that pathetic form Ame had taken for the god. "Quite a pathetic form for such a great spirit!" Sakda, in despite of his anger, his fury, he was running on fumes and there wasn't much left to pull out. This was especially true, as he still had to hold back Susanoo with his power as well. It wasn't massive because the prison was fairly self-sufficient, but he still had to constantly fuel it with his own strength on top.
He looked around, Where is he? He was supposed to be here by now. He looked around for his partner, who was supposed to arrive, but clearly was going on their own agenda regardless of Sakda's plan. Typical, just what I expect from him! Damn it all!
The wind began to howl, and as the storm above them began to swirl, so too did the phantoms in the area. It was obvious that this had the potential to grow out of control, and quickly become serious if it wasn't finished quickly. Though, that just made Sakda even more cautious, he knew that the gods here wouldn't allow him to continue much longer. If anything, this attack Kami_X would prepare would be most likely the kill-shot, and wouldn't leave him much of a chance. Talking wouldn't work, fighting was becoming more difficult as this continued to drag on. Not to mention, Sakda felt himself sagging under his own weight, the clear draw back of the Soul-Weaving attack clearly pressing itself to the surface.
Sakda began to poise himself, once more, he thought, one more go, and then I'll escape. He flexed his hands in anticipation, "YOU AND YOUR REGALIA ARE NOTHING, YOU CAN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO ME!" Tough talk, but Sakda was ready to back it up if he had too. With Kami_X's hands glowing red, and an attacked poised ready to blast him, he was ill prepared. Even at this point, Sakda's previously clear mind began to fade, and crumble as he stood before them. His mind, it was becoming a jumbled mess, and he couldn't shake away the thoughts that continued to plague him. Lingering remnants of Daishin, even though his soul was burned away it still took a toll on him. He shook his head several times, his attempts to focus being feeble efforts.
"Bite me!" Sakda snarled out at Kami_X's request for final words, "You've got some nerve Kami_X, mark my words, I'll remember this. We're two beings with a very long life span, think carefully of the enemies you wish to make! I, who have enslaved a God, should be respected!" With this, the purple haze atop the roof began to swirl, and create a small vortex in the center of the rooftop.
Sakda's palm was outstretched before him, an attempt to gather the power that still loomed around them. Although, the severe extent of his injuries made the vortex begin to ebb, and flow in a constant rhythmic pattern. It seemingly pulsed, almost as though it were alive, like a beating heart it began to rise upwards. Yet, it wasn't for offense, Sakda had nothing left for that, he mainly pooled this resource between them in an attempt to eat the attack. "I need no hostage now, mark my words Hakuka, I shall bring about your end, alongside those you hold dear!" Sakda stepped forward, unsteady on his feet, but his conviction clear as day. He slammed his fist against the bone armor on his chest, "COME HEAVEN SCUM! I'LL ENGRAVE MY NAME UPON YOUR FLESH IN BLIGHT! I, SAKDA THE WEAVER, SHALL SHOW YOU WHOSE INFERIOR!"
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