Goodbye

Zehr gestured towards himself... quite rudely, at that. 

"Let us continue, then."

"I have a proposal," Tycondrius smirked arrogantly, "Shall we use our strongest attacks?"

"It pains me... but if you are *so* eager to die," Zehr mused, "Then I can only acquiesce."

He casually lifted the Spinal Reaper over his head, "⌈Colossal Strike.⌋"

The Skill made the oversized greataxe glow with a dizzying amount of sparkling light. The ground began to tremble. White sands whirled about him. 

It *looked* quite strong. 

...Tycon wasn't impressed. He could do better. 

Step one: 

« System, summon: Spatial ring. »

The sturdy iron band materialized around his finger. He had been so uncomfortable with its absence. 

Step two: 

With a casual flick of his wrist, he summoned his curved sword in hand. 

And... step three: