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:
Zehr - "How difficult of a seal did you place on the Reality Marble? Four symbols? Aha, no... I nearly forgot you were mortal. Two?"
Tycon - "At... least that."