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Im-im-impossible!!
"I've grown tired of you, Hela. So very, very tired. You have no point to prove. No cards left to play..."
Sinestro presenting Hela with a drained frown, his eyebrows raised. In a word, the look was condescending. Hela was a puppy backed into a corner, and her options had run out. She couldn't threaten a force that didn't fear her. She couldn't fool a force smarter than her. At that moment in time, Hela was outnumbered, outmatched and outmanned. Perhaps she was more dangerous under these circumstances? Or perhaps she was simply getting wreckless? As the focal point of her fury, Sinestro could only feel flattered.
"26 words. 26 words and your word falls apart. Would you like to hear them?"
Transing his fingers along the edge of the blades at his sides. As his hands danced, that similar rhyme danced through his ears, dulling any pain and freeing his body of hesitation. Fearless, as always, he spoke.
"In Blackest Day"
"In Brightest Night"
"Beware Your Fears Made into Light"
"Let Those Who Try to Stop What's Right"
"Burn Like My Power"
"Sinestro's Might!"
Channelling his fear and focus through his very bones, a wave of golden flame engulfed Sinestro's body as it had on that fateful night in the Sciencells. Rippling through the air like smoke from the lips of a dragon, the flare of emotion surged forth towards his wrist, the point of the plume reaching out towards his right middle finger. Once there, it wrapped itself around his hand like a cobra.
"Condensed Will and Terror. A gift I had hoped to save for our captors... but I'll settle for using it to showing you your place"
In a flash of yellow light, his uniform changed again, the navy blue that had once coated his collar and arms brightened until it shifted into a glimmering yellow. At his chest, the crest that had engulfed so many words in fear; the Crest of the Sinestro Corp.
Things had gone so much better than he had hoped. With every act, Hela simply dug her grave deeper and deeper. With every strike, she isolated herself more and more. She had better be prepared to go in alone because, after her final outburst, no one would bless her with shelter now. Alone. Isolated. Weak.
Releasing a wave of his own spikes from his back, his 8 hard-light spider legs sliced through the blades around his person with ease, before fading from sight. Across his body and face, a thin golden shield appeared, forming a second skin across his person, shielding him from any more of Hela's strikes.
Charge Check: 4.75% Charge Remaining.
Damn. His counter fit's creation was rushed. It wouldn't last more than half an hour of full capacity use. Still. It would be more than enough to keep Hela in line.
Swinging his wrist to the side, Sinestro performing a traditional Corp Ring-Sling, a golden whip leading from his ring and wrapping itself around Hela's arms and waits. Once ensnared, the rope would tighten, expand, and take on the form of several thick surgical straps. Similar bindings would close in around her ankles and hands.
Charge Check: 3.67% Charge Remaining.
"Give it up, Hela. Our captors are limiting our strength. You cannot win here. Give. Yourself. Up. We don't want to kill you, but we will. Painfully. Unless you yield"
Sinestro presenting Hela with a drained frown, his eyebrows raised. In a word, the look was condescending. Hela was a puppy backed into a corner, and her options had run out. She couldn't threaten a force that didn't fear her. She couldn't fool a force smarter than her. At that moment in time, Hela was outnumbered, outmatched and outmanned. Perhaps she was more dangerous under these circumstances? Or perhaps she was simply getting wreckless? As the focal point of her fury, Sinestro could only feel flattered.
"26 words. 26 words and your word falls apart. Would you like to hear them?"
Transing his fingers along the edge of the blades at his sides. As his hands danced, that similar rhyme danced through his ears, dulling any pain and freeing his body of hesitation. Fearless, as always, he spoke.
"In Blackest Day"
"In Brightest Night"
"Beware Your Fears Made into Light"
"Let Those Who Try to Stop What's Right"
"Burn Like My Power"
"Sinestro's Might!"
Channelling his fear and focus through his very bones, a wave of golden flame engulfed Sinestro's body as it had on that fateful night in the Sciencells. Rippling through the air like smoke from the lips of a dragon, the flare of emotion surged forth towards his wrist, the point of the plume reaching out towards his right middle finger. Once there, it wrapped itself around his hand like a cobra.
"Condensed Will and Terror. A gift I had hoped to save for our captors... but I'll settle for using it to showing you your place"
In a flash of yellow light, his uniform changed again, the navy blue that had once coated his collar and arms brightened until it shifted into a glimmering yellow. At his chest, the crest that had engulfed so many words in fear; the Crest of the Sinestro Corp.
Things had gone so much better than he had hoped. With every act, Hela simply dug her grave deeper and deeper. With every strike, she isolated herself more and more. She had better be prepared to go in alone because, after her final outburst, no one would bless her with shelter now. Alone. Isolated. Weak.
Releasing a wave of his own spikes from his back, his 8 hard-light spider legs sliced through the blades around his person with ease, before fading from sight. Across his body and face, a thin golden shield appeared, forming a second skin across his person, shielding him from any more of Hela's strikes.
Charge Check: 4.75% Charge Remaining.
Damn. His counter fit's creation was rushed. It wouldn't last more than half an hour of full capacity use. Still. It would be more than enough to keep Hela in line.
Swinging his wrist to the side, Sinestro performing a traditional Corp Ring-Sling, a golden whip leading from his ring and wrapping itself around Hela's arms and waits. Once ensnared, the rope would tighten, expand, and take on the form of several thick surgical straps. Similar bindings would close in around her ankles and hands.
Charge Check: 3.67% Charge Remaining.
"Give it up, Hela. Our captors are limiting our strength. You cannot win here. Give. Yourself. Up. We don't want to kill you, but we will. Painfully. Unless you yield"
"There is a saying - actions speak louder than words, and I believe that you've spoken much more than enough, too much, in fact."
Megatron grabs a floating sword with each arm and crushes them into scrap. As he moved, any sword in the way of his arms would just bend towards its hilt.
"I may have been freed from Unicron's thrall years ago, but the body he has given me still possesses its intended capabilities. Your Necroswords are rendered ineffective upon an armour forged by another deity of death. If power and threat alone are your sole physical justifications for leadership, then leadership does not belong to you."
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"The General is right. Your strength holds no value here; it is tuppence. You have proven yourself to be unworthy of the mantle of leadership time and time again" Turning an eye towards Megatron, Sinestro surrendered some of his feinted authority towards the machine. "What should we do with this... Delinquent? Another chance? Back to the cells? Or maybe we do her a favour and bless her with a painless execution?"
"You shall not whisper your poison into any of our ears, Witch. Mere moments ago you tried to kill us. You've made 2 failed attempts- note how I said failed-" He mocked "On my life alone, for simply speaking words you didn't want to hear. You've proven yourself unworthy of governance time and time again. Pitiful. To have been proven weak only to grovel to return to our ranks. Has fear of death driven you from your independence? Or is it another desperate and gluttonous grasp at power? You're nothing more than a 'Queen' on her knees, Hela. A shameful contradiction. A traitor. I turn my ears from your lies. Others have done the same. I advise the General joins us in this endeavour, lest we simply gag you"
"Quite right, Candi" Sinestro smirked "Any Alliance with women like Hela anywhere near its stead is destined to fail. She's a liability; if she has tried to kill us once she will surely try to do so again, and we cannot fight our way to freedom with our heads over our shoulders"
In a hushed tone, Thaal offered Candi a greeting one she could hear.
"Watch your back, ally. If Hela is released, I am certain she will strike at us again. You and I will be made her first targets; I shall watch your back should you continue to watch mine..."
In a hushed tone, Thaal offered Candi a greeting one she could hear.
"Watch your back, ally. If Hela is released, I am certain she will strike at us again. You and I will be made her first targets; I shall watch your back should you continue to watch mine..."
