Snippet #2727779

"What, are you infinitely powerful now? The same person I saved from death mere moments ago?" Mal says to Herobrine, his tone far less amused than usual as he sends another serpentine blast at Cardes. "You're so... confusingly inconsistent. I thought I'd root for the underdog, but you are not the underdog..? Seriously, this joke is getting out of hand. Who's the real underdog?!"

Laadan had grown around 6x her original size, now towering over the others. Her purple hands glowing with a soft bluish glow, her wings radiant and ornate like a butterfly's. She gets down on all fours, raising her head up, and with a booming roar, announces herself ready to attack. As the explosions cleared, she squats down and lunges again at Cardes, the very force shaking the platforms as she brings in her fist aimed straight at the god, space fluctuating around her, tongue waggling in the breeze.

"If the only thing you can express is empty rage and malice, then you are even more base than I am!" she yells at Cardes, her eyes ablaze with light. Inches from the god, she swings both her large hands together like a clap, letting out a thunderous blast of raw force through the air in his direction, before drawing back and swinging forward, compounding the force and directing it straight to him. "So, it is your turn to heel... BEAST!"