Exhaling slowly, Cynrik drew his Kodachi and smirked cockily at the enormous crack in space.
"OI, YOU DUMB BITCH, HURRY THE FUCK UP, I AINT GOT ALL DAY, YOU KNOW!" Howling his taunt to the sky, Cynrik stood his ground, ready for battle, as his next opponent met his verbal abuse.
#HIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ÆSSSSSIRR MORRRTALLL! RETURNNN ITTTTT!#
"Oh?" Hearing Wadjet's demanding tone, Cynrik tilted his head mockingly.
"Let's just assume that I'd even be able to comply with your unreasonable demand; why in the ACTUAL FUCK WOULD I?"
BOOOMMMMM
As If in response to Cynrik's snarky and disrespectful reply, a bone-crushing 8g of Gravitational pressure, generated by the astral finger floating in the sky, fell upon his body, dropping Cynrik to his knees.
