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He didn’t even connect with his foe until he was slapped aside into a building, and with a crack of concrete and a twist of metals he slammed into the building, decimating the floor-level. There was a pause as Anathema thought to himself; then with a swift change of his eyesight he could see the field that had been established around him. He rose to his feet as his hulking muscles grew a sort of carapace at the shoulders which pulled over his head, his collarbone rose and stretched utilizing the minerals to shape the bone like clay. Second and third bones grew within his arms and legs attaching themselves to create a stable base and stable limbs. His muscles pumped up more as veins surfaced, the lower half of his face was covered by this newly-formed bone. His weight continued to rise and by the time he stepped out of the building he had a tank-like complexion. Every step he took towards her cracked the asphalt underfoot.

His incubi provided defensive measures for the leylines he had established earlier, creating a thick psionic layer of insulation, a continuous flow of energy exuding out of them to match the rate that Serra could eliminate them; this provided massive stress on the unborn, which would mean that he would have to create a second heir to his power. He’d create this one in a different manner; by using biokinetics that he had been engineering all this time. He’d establish his new incubi via the leylines, using the insulator and already channeled kinetics to provide just enough coverage to set the incubi. He viewed his enemy, Serra, with a grin. Concussive force was something he altered his body to handle, now. His body could easily withstand a train ramming into him and come back for seconds, at this point.

He continued to advance towards her, his body continued layering on muscle, bone and fat, as well as modifying the exterior keratin to become a tough, leathery, carapace. To serra, within the translucent fog she created there would be clear, cylinder-shaped openings of pure air and space around the leylines, defining them to her. His body slowed down, but still carried magnitude with each motion, energy from the powerlines cracked and sparked around his flesh but was ultimately futile the heat charred his flesh and the concussive force knocked against him but to his facial expression it looked like he had barely felt it. The exterior keratin was so tough it had been like shooting a desert eagle at a tank. Every step of Anathema carried weight and meaning as it slowed through the psychokinetic field. The odd thing was the creature took no means to defend himself once he had this biokinetically enhanced form, he simply walked right through the attacks meant to hinder him.

His adrenaline glands pumped him full of energy, trace amounts of electrolytes within his body doubled as he gathered a new-found pocket of energy, and thus he sped up in his movements, walking towards her. The unstoppable force known as Anathema, as Dreadnaught, as Idea walked towards her, and he wasn’t about to let petty magicks stop him. He had placed his bet on his incubi, viewing to where he set the guardian that had an incubi placed inside it that he spat out at the building earlier. The same strategy would be applied, but in a different manner, and it was already set in motion.

It seems I’ve underestimated them. Perhaps I’ll step it up a notch. the crackling energy of the powerlines seemed to pull inwards to Anathema, electrokinetics seemed to be utilized here, however trace it may have been. The energy was broken down to something useable for Anathema and powered him more. With this he reared his arms back and an enormous roar escaped him, then the energy he had taken in was released back towards Serra. He would have to devise a strategy to battle this field, and with that some of the ley-lines that he had created were redirected just outside of the fog, even though their reach far exceeded that of the field’s. He began to channel energy in vast quantities through these leylines, making it essentially impossible for them to be recreated or recomposed.

It seems you’ve underestimated us. the energy radiated around him and through him, outside of him and through the lines, he overloaded the field with so much energy the overbearing force would make even the most experienced of warriors fall to their knees, overwhelmed.