(Updated Profile: Weapon, Appearance)
As the portal vanishes, Revan rises to his feet. With no further reason to be armed, he drives his newly found weapon into his right shoulder, the blade embedded harmlessly into his soiled hide. Proceeding to take another step forward, he suddenly stops, eyes glowing as he quickly turns around to gaze through the twisting sands towards the dark figure hovering in the air.
Ziz: "Such skill, my curious creature... ...But you will not have me!"
Twisting his wrist, Revan throws the blade in his grip, spinning and twisting through the air like a fiery wheel racing towards it's victim. As the blade draws closer, Ziz's body begins to grow darker into a neon glow, skin turning into dark before shattering into a field of jagged tiles of the deepest black. The axe phases harmlessly through the field as the tiles vanish into the air.
A sudden pulse pokes at Revan's mind, a bizarre sensation that seemingly instructs him towards the left. Twisting his left arm in the desired direction, the chain grows taught , bringing the axe to a sudden stop before it swings sharply towards the left. Slicing through the air with minimal effort, the blade arches downwards towards the desert sand before colliding with a metallic clang. The chain hangs in the air for a moment before it's owner recoils it back to his grip, the axeblade stained with a dark, opaque ooze.
The sand lowers it's torrent, revealing Ziz standing hunched upon the surface. Panting furiously, his left hand clutches the side of his metallic dome, the same dark fluids gushing forth from the gash cleaved previously.
Ziz: *Twitching "...Y...You... ...YOU BASTARD! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT, YOU ABOMINATION!"
Before he can even react, Ziz materializes before Revan in the blink of an eye. Raising his hand upwards, Ziz points towards his opponent as a black void takes form once more.
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*30 seconds later*
Ziz pants in exhaustion, composure returning as he stands before the cleaved remains of his opponent.
Ziz: *panting* "That wasn't...too hard."
Back to normal, he turns in the direction of the ruins in the far distance, a shade of olive skin exposed from the wound in his helmet. Chuckling to himself, he kicks over a round vase by his feet, spilling soil upon the desert sand.
Ziz: "I'll just tell the decrepit old fool that he didn't have what he was looking for. Such a pathetic creature... I don't understand why this...thing attracted his interest so much..."
He vanishes once more into the tiled mist, oblivious to the scene transpiring beneath his feet as severed limbs and body parts begin to crawl and creep towards the urn of spilled earth.
