>>5314431“HRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!” you bellow, drawing deep into the depths of your power and bringing forth everything you've got. Your body rapidly expands, muscle mass more than doubling as you push your body to its absolute limits. The sudden expansion shatters the ice encasing you, golden aura burning wildly about you as your power doubles. This is your Ultra Ascended form, the current peak of your power. “No, <span class="mu-s">I'M</span> ending this!”
Before the startled Sangheili can react you blitz forward, swinging the flat of your blade into his entire torso. He tries blocking the attack with his own sword and forearms, but even with the powerful icy wind at his back he can't stop you. Your blade strikes with an ear-splitting clang, launching him into the far wall so hard he bounces off of it. You dash forward, catching him by his disgusting face and raising your sword overhead, and with a single swing sever the entire left side of his body! From collarbone to groin you split the splitjaw, sparks flying and oil spraying everywhere. But you're not done there, and on the recovery release his head, bisecting him horizontally right across the middle. Then with a final reverse upwards backhanded swing, sever his right arm wielding the blood-colored sword, sending it and his half an arm flying before catching his head in your grip once more, this time by the throat.
“THIS is the power of a Super Saiyan.” you snarl, glaring directly into the machine's eyes.
“And this. Is the power. Of faith.” he replies, and what's left of his chest cavity opens up revealing a frozen sphere of some sort. Almost immediately the ice vaporizes off of it, the orb turning neon orange and radiating with blistering heat. “Perish, heretic.”
“Oh shi-!”
<span class="mu-s">KABOOM</span>
The mechanical splitjaw activates some sort of self-destruct, blowing itself to smithereens in an attempt to take you down with it. But the smokescreen left behind after destroying itself tastes awful, you coughing on the smoke before trying to blow it away, futilely using the broad side of your sword like a fan.
“Gah! Dammit!” you complain, coughing on the smoke until the room's filtration works enough for you to see again and inspect the damage. The gravity chamber's controls are destroyed, the entire terminal blasted and will have to be repaired. Your special stream scouter is cracked, but surprisingly still works, and you can read the chat again. Even more surprisingly, that message is just gone, instead you have your clearly-happy fans commenting rapid-fire. You see that even your workout setup, having been opposite the gravity controls, also managed to survive the unexpected blast. So your fans can still clearly see you.