[ The Void circles in the air, having separated from the others; he flies up high, out of their reach, hovering menacingly in the sky while he looks down with anger. Oh, he expected a fight, but he was fast getting annoyed with how it was delaying his plans for further destruction. Moments in that fight he had felt almost evenly matched -- he was weaker, now. He could feel it, and it enraged him more than anything else. He had flown away, they had weakened him.
So he waits, and he listens, because he knows it isn't over. And moments later, he can see it isn't for himself. ]
You're not planning to drop that thing on me, are you?
nahhhhhh
So he waits, and he listens, because he knows it isn't over. And moments later, he can see it isn't for himself. ]
You're not planning to drop that thing on me, are you?