>>5865594The necromancer serving the god of necromancy is shocked still by your attack, meanwhile the creature beside it turns all its eyes on you, firing dozens of differently-colored beams from its eyes at you. However, you were ready for a counter attack, firing razor-thin beams of ki from your eyes. Your Guided Eye Beams, the perfect attack you'd learned from your own father for countering something like this, rush down and intercept the first attack. You then redirect your attack, using the beams to quickly intercept each attack in turn, your ki punching through the weaker magical rays before you redirect them at the next. Forming a chain that, after intercepting all the attacks redirect back into itself, forming a self-contained loop before sighing out and ending the attack.
Blinking a few times you watch through watery, stinging eyes as the multicolored magical rays chase each other around and around the circle of energy. The attacks make two loops before the energy from your attack fades, sending all twelve beams right back down at the source. The eyeball creature, unable to react in time is struck, it burning, freezing, shocking, yet also healing as the different magics slam into it. Disoriented, the creature falls to the ground, the necromancer looking to it a moment instead of trying another attack. A mistake that would prove to be its downfall.
“Time to die again, abomination. Super....Nova.” you say, dropping the small star-like orb down directly on the gaunt necromancer as well as hundreds of its undead minions. It, the eyeballs creature and most of its horde are engulfed by your blast, the ki exploding in a massive fireball that wipes out most of the rest. You remain where you'd been floating, watching the blast consume the undead horde. However, as your attack fades, you see the one you presume to be some manner of lich is still standing in the newly-made crater, flesh considerably burnt and smoking yet he's still standing. It is looking up at you, the creature drawing a small hourglass out in its free hand.
“Time Ravage!” it says, the hourglass vanishing as once more a wave of magic washes over you. You feel it coursing throughout your body, strength fading as you see your hand seemingly aging rapidly. Within seconds your hand looks as if it belongs to someone older than your grandfather's was upon his last days, looking frail and weak. You no longer even have the strength to hold your Moonlight Greatsword, the weapon slipping from your fingers and falling to the ground below. “Heh heh heh, now YOU will die, Reaper. Suffer the ravages of time, your body failing, the strength of your youth stolen from you!”
