The Gecko Prince's green scaled hand pressed to the golden beams of ancient decor. They radiated with a heat rising from the mountain, a heat that could be used. A set of stairs lead to the top of the mound, an occasional bone left behind on every few golden steps. He looked to the base of the platform he stood on, old, barely solid. "Time to brew a storm."
The bricks below the Solar Scholar ate away at themselves, tunneling into the mountain. It was only a matter of time until several tunnels tore into the base of the mountain, vibrating their walls in an approach to the core. Dreadful quakes shot to the surface in rising shakes. To the point of the endless lush forests surrounding the sacrificial ruins crackled with falling trees. The moments after constituted the rupture of the sides and the crater held at the top. With sudden fury the magma spurted like the gross fiery vomit of the Earth.
An acidic smell of sulfur engulfed the air with a layer of ash exploding from the pores briefly before the fireshow. No longer could the green forests be seen from the peak of the sacrificial mountain. The stray boulders of magma from the booming center's waves lit trees aflame setting an orange dangerous glow in the fog of ash. The magma rolled down the steep slope of the side, when it wasn't blasting.
The sneer on Ulysses' face remained wide. Assuming who he was against wasn't connected to heat, an obstacle had been laid that would shake the odds. The Universal Undertaker rose from the base of the mountain in a low flight over the streams, soon reaching the peak with little hindrance from ash. Now at the peak the punchline of the strategy could be pulled. Partheris' hand stretched outwards, sending the bursts of molten rock stunned to the atmosphere. Clouds of ash adorned with the bubbles of magma in collection around the peak.
Banish's magma soon fell to the ground. Collapsing over the mountain in explosions of heat. Currently rising the temperature of the mountain to a critically high Fahrenheit. The act pulled was certainly useful, thought the downside was meager yet there. Even the Cosmic Prince's eyes could not see fully into the depth of ash. Staying in the air was the best protection against stealth. His dread blue cape glared orange at the light of the explosions. Each burst reflected light onto the look of doom on his green skin. His crimson eyes only furthering his intention for annihilation.
Trees toppled over in lIt flame, just as the men had.
The populance of Hawaii was held to the sinking ship. The airports had been locked down or utterly decimated, clouds of ash rose from docks where briefly escaping ships managed to float from the warzone. Some couldn't help but be left behind.
Volleys of mortars shot into the crowd leaping through lanes of abandoned cars. Chunks of firey concrete and steel pulverized the humankind running from the approaching Cosmic Fist. With those ahead the hope of survival rested in their two choices. Run and be hit with mortar, or stay behind to be shredded by the wall dragging behind the Gecko Prince, spinning piece of shrapnel simply shredding any flesh that edged to it. Even as the Scholar's beams rippled into buildings from a failure of aim men and women died. An apartment daycare had been obliterated by the sixth beam simply leaving ash of the victims inside.
The hotel district of Honolulu roared with sirens and hellfire beings shredding whatever had a heartbeat. Animal instinct could be what described the evolution of Hawaiian Citizens. People seizing weapons, shredding clothes for tribal accessory. Crowds of people fought tooth and nail over shrimp boats left to rot in docks, all in selfish will to survive.
Ulysses' eyes, still glowing with crimson took in the sights. Structural blockage diminished at his sight clearing view for more display of violence. Gore mangled bodies littered the streets, whatever they were in the public was unidentifiable by their clothes at this point. The fires went ablaze in Honolulu but the other islands were in no good conditions. The Legion shredded through any means of defense the people had raised. Barricades and traps did no match against the legion.
Ulysses' eyes fell to a dark color as the shrapnel wall simply fired behind him, each piece impaling into the wall like knives. The red velveted cape fluttered in an utter state of aloneness briefly. For nigh two minutes hie had stayed down, a prayer reaching out. Gods didn't mercy what they kill.