[color=#a9a9a9;]Embok's own element singed and burned away the weapons thrown at Anthyn and Anyanka. Savina laid arrow upon arrow down at the not-so-periodic waves of attackers, spiking up the paranoia level by leaving the possibility open that one would be cut down by the soulless archer at any time. Greed's persona of gold had melted, become slick like oil; at the sudden dissolution of the Daedra's unity, the oil sparked, and the Toa of Air had burst forward in a brilliant flame of hatred and howling self-pity, aiming to cut down Kynaera, who was in the middle of one of her games of morality ping pong while trying to take down the man who almost became a god. Decaia was at the breaking point, emotions tossing and turning like the waves that even now shook Ga-Koro and its people to the very core. Lilypads brewed and shook spasmodically; occasionally, they would grow or they would begin to burn, thanks in no small part to the ferocious duel of the righteous Ta and the broken, seething Venedico, who was similar to Greed in his disbelief and rage that he had been robbed of his latest, greatest material wealth.[/color]
[color=#a9a9a9;]All around the docks were warring motivations, battling in tandem with the elements for control of the Koro of Water; they blasted away at each other without care, and the farther good Nokama's casket floated away from her home and into the very depths of the ocean that even now frothed at the mouth for vengeance in her name, the more her legacy began to pit and wither like a diseased fruit, no longer ripe for conquest. The means, motives and opportunities screamed and flailed like swimmers and sharks in a game of duck, duck, goose: elements, weapons, mask powers, all of them ripped away at the skies, the ground, and the seas. The world began to crumble and flicker like the final moments of a dream, those moments where reality starts to pop holes in the mind's perfect little facade and the real world starts to seep in. Only Anyanka's desires remained pure: she fought for Anthyn, and she fought for her dreams.[/color]
[color=#a9a9a9;]And [/color]oh, how she fought.
[color=#a9a9a9;]Storm clouds, black as the hearts of sinners and unpredictable as the whims of the rabid, brewed above her, subject to an almighty tug of war between Toa of various different elements; it was here that Anyanka laid her claim, reaching out with her mind. There was a look of utmost serenity on her face. The world grew quiet and turned as one to the form of the dreamer on the podium, arms raised up like a conductor with his batons, ready for the final, triumphant notes. The ocean looked on, still dancing impatiently and waiting for her next move; waves lapped tensely against the shoreline. One such wave roared high above the rest, ready to crash down with all the force and thunder of a missile. The signal from on high had been given.[/color]
[color=#a9a9a9;]Anyanka's arms dropped, and screams echoed through the air as the water superheated and flipped through stages of matter before their eyes, becoming a giant wall of plasma that crashed down and creating a searing heat that pushed outwards in all directions. Smoke and ash filled the entire air, blending with Embok's macabre, supernatural fog; when enough of the smoke cleared, Anyanka was standing with her palms outstretched as though to catch someone by the chest and shove them back. Anthyn stood at her side, eyes wide, impressed despite her own considerable power. Behind them, three inches of jagged, charred wood marked the spot where once the Ga-Koro docks had stood, a shining example to the world of how the Great Spirit giveth, and how the Great Spirit taketh away.[/color]
[color=#a9a9a9;]Lately, it seemed, the Great Spirit had been pretty irked at Ga-Koro.[/color]
[color=#a9a9a9;]Carcasses of vessels bobbed like children's bath toys before sinking, following Nokama's casket to the coal black of the ocean's floor. Whether there were bodies or not, Anyanka did not check; she did not care. What mattered was that they saw her power, and though she had exhausted a good bit of her elemental prowess on the superheating process, she was still raring to go and a vicious opponent. [/color][font="Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10.5pt;"]But that was if a fight was still needed. The Ga-Koro Marnies that had been flanking them had disappeared under the depths of Anyanka's unforgiving tide; any pursuing vessels were now chasing a watery grave. One boat, moored a ways away, still sailed. At its helm was a Skakdi of Ice, long, lean and attractive. Her face was impassive at the destruction that had taken place just before her eyes as she steered the boat towards what was left of the docks.[/font]
[color=#a9a9a9;][font="Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10.5pt;"]Time to go bye-bye? Yes. Anyanka thought so.[/color][/font]