The Titans are still trying to fight Trigon. A futile effort. Without the witch, they are helpless against his might. What little bit of power she gave them is collapsing before his might. Soon they'll fall before him, and that will be the end of the Titans.
The crystal brushes against me in its belt pouch. My ace in the hole. Even if Trigon defeats the Titans, defeats his daughter, as long as I have this, he won't get the world, and the more he fights, the more certain his banishment will become.
I wonder who he's aiming at now? Ah, the green boy has returned with the witch. She's smaller than she was. It looks like something's changed between them.
Here comes the blast. It looks like he sensed it coming, since he tossed her away from him before...Ah, there's the interesting form. No animal of this world, an far more powerful than any mortal has a right to be. And he was trying to catch the spell in his claws? A futile effort...
Or perhaps not. He seems to have managed it. He's gripping raw magic in his bare hands. That shouldn't be possible, but he's managing it. What's he doing now? It looks like...he is! He's trying to tear the weave of the spell apart, and it looks like he's working! If he pulls it off, the backlash of the magic will severely damage Trigon, weakening him enough to possibly force him to withdraw.
It seems Trigon saw it to. And unfortunately for the Beast, his strength is not enough to fight physics completely, and a size 300 foot slamming him into the pavement really has to hurt. And now the spell hits him when he can't block. He reverts. A pity, I thought he might win.
A scream. The witch. Ah, Raven, there you are, calling your power back to you. It seems it's pushed the destruction back as well, weakening your father's hold on this world. Will you banish him now? It's well within your power, and will solve your problem.
A spear of magic? That is not the form of banishment. Banishment is a wave. A spear...that's an attack. What do you plan to do, and...why does Trigon hold the magic back so desperately?
Ah...now I see. I recognize the working now. A death spell. It's not enough for you anymore just to send him back where he came from. You intend to kill him. But you should know your magic is not strong enough to kill him in a frontal assault, and he's not about to lay down and die quietly. Where will you get the extra power? The black fire of your magic is already waning.
Wait...that fire spilling from your eyes and mouth to enter the spell...whit, sooty fire that leaves an after image against the eyes...I know that fire. It seems you are truely determined to finish this once and for all. Every little bit of this fire that joins your spell amplifies it immensely and pushes it further towards Trigon. But how much of this fire will you burn to bring his final downfall?
Well...it seems you were ready to go all the way. That was the last of your fire you poured into your spell...and it turned the trick. The spear of your magic punched through Trigon's last defense, and snuffed out his life. But it has cost you yours, hasn't it?
Your friends call out to you, not realizing what you've done. The green one especially, as he runs to catch you as you fall. How does he see you now? Like an angel cast out of heaven, her wings broken, never to fly again? How deliciously ironic.
How will he handle it? His parents...Terra...and now you...everyone he's ever thought to love has died for him. How will it change him, realizing this? How much longer will he be able to fight the darkness inside him, without your light to aid him. To think, you a child of darkness were the light of this boy's world.
Goodbye, Titans. I will return someday...when my Apprentice is ready for me.
The crystal brushes against me in its belt pouch. My ace in the hole. Even if Trigon defeats the Titans, defeats his daughter, as long as I have this, he won't get the world, and the more he fights, the more certain his banishment will become.
I wonder who he's aiming at now? Ah, the green boy has returned with the witch. She's smaller than she was. It looks like something's changed between them.
Here comes the blast. It looks like he sensed it coming, since he tossed her away from him before...Ah, there's the interesting form. No animal of this world, an far more powerful than any mortal has a right to be. And he was trying to catch the spell in his claws? A futile effort...
Or perhaps not. He seems to have managed it. He's gripping raw magic in his bare hands. That shouldn't be possible, but he's managing it. What's he doing now? It looks like...he is! He's trying to tear the weave of the spell apart, and it looks like he's working! If he pulls it off, the backlash of the magic will severely damage Trigon, weakening him enough to possibly force him to withdraw.
It seems Trigon saw it to. And unfortunately for the Beast, his strength is not enough to fight physics completely, and a size 300 foot slamming him into the pavement really has to hurt. And now the spell hits him when he can't block. He reverts. A pity, I thought he might win.
A scream. The witch. Ah, Raven, there you are, calling your power back to you. It seems it's pushed the destruction back as well, weakening your father's hold on this world. Will you banish him now? It's well within your power, and will solve your problem.
A spear of magic? That is not the form of banishment. Banishment is a wave. A spear...that's an attack. What do you plan to do, and...why does Trigon hold the magic back so desperately?
Ah...now I see. I recognize the working now. A death spell. It's not enough for you anymore just to send him back where he came from. You intend to kill him. But you should know your magic is not strong enough to kill him in a frontal assault, and he's not about to lay down and die quietly. Where will you get the extra power? The black fire of your magic is already waning.
Wait...that fire spilling from your eyes and mouth to enter the spell...whit, sooty fire that leaves an after image against the eyes...I know that fire. It seems you are truely determined to finish this once and for all. Every little bit of this fire that joins your spell amplifies it immensely and pushes it further towards Trigon. But how much of this fire will you burn to bring his final downfall?
Well...it seems you were ready to go all the way. That was the last of your fire you poured into your spell...and it turned the trick. The spear of your magic punched through Trigon's last defense, and snuffed out his life. But it has cost you yours, hasn't it?
Your friends call out to you, not realizing what you've done. The green one especially, as he runs to catch you as you fall. How does he see you now? Like an angel cast out of heaven, her wings broken, never to fly again? How deliciously ironic.
How will he handle it? His parents...Terra...and now you...everyone he's ever thought to love has died for him. How will it change him, realizing this? How much longer will he be able to fight the darkness inside him, without your light to aid him. To think, you a child of darkness were the light of this boy's world.
Goodbye, Titans. I will return someday...when my Apprentice is ready for me.