Calvik staggered back from the sudden attack. It took him no time at all to recover from the shock. He focused on where the abomination layed, only to see it running away. Calvik let out an enraged roar and ran after the fleeing abomination, Men'kaar following close behind. He would kill this disease himself. He could already hear the screams. That pushed him further and- They stopped in their tracks as the air in front of them began to shimmer and gather shadows, until it began to take shape. Into the Hand of Sarkon. [i]"Leave her, she cannot stop the coming darkness. We have what we came for. Return to me,"[/i] he commanded to them both. Why? It was still here, he could still kill it! "[i]But, my liege-"[/i] [i][b]"NOW,"[/b][/i] he bellowed, causing the earth to shake under his anger. Defeated, he bowed. The dark illusion of the Hand of Sarkon disappeared, leaving him and Men'kaar in an empty field. The loud shriek of a Tomb ship filled the air. It stopped a distance from them. He looked back in the direction of where the abomination had fled. He could still see it off in the distance. He turned around and walked toward where the Tomb ship hovered in wait, Men'kaar standing underneath it waiting for him. When he joined his fellow Blade, their bodies turned to ash and was absorbed into the ship. It tore another portal in the air and passed through to the Cruiser above. ------------------------------------------- Grixis stormed through the dark halls of the Cruiser. His anger had reached a point where it would have made Phogoth's rage seem like a child's temper tantrum. He had seen everything through the eyes of his Blades. He thought Xerox insane when she said that she had help from the Guardians of the Last City. But when Calvik picked up her sword, he felt the familiar surge of power. He had returned to his own consciousness at that point. He had been standing in the lower section of the ship on a long walkway, the hull below him was open so he could see the world below him. He glanced down at the open expanse with burning hate before storming out of the room. The hull began to close as he left. He had told Molkir to prepare the Wizards that piloted the ship. She thought they were finally leaving the system. Oh ho, he wasn't done yet. He had made it to the bridge shortly after. Molkir floated by the open door. She noticed him coming and gave a small bow. "[i]My liege, we are ready to leave-"[/i] "Not yet," he told her as he stormed past her and into the bridge. The room was at least forty yards in length and ten yards in width. He couldn't tell how long the room was in height as it looked like it went on forever. Said eternal ceiling practically lit up the entire room with a gloomy yellowish-white light. Floating on its side, above the center of the room was a long, green crystal. There were ten Wizards on both sides of the room. As a group, they could connect their minds to the crystal above them to temporarily make a collective conscious to control the ship. Molkir followed behind him. "[i]What do you plan to do,"[/i] she asked him. He ignored her and instead focused on the collection of Wizards. "Prime the weapon systems, burn the earth below," he commanded to the Wizards. He continued walking at a quick pace to the other end of the room as the crystal above him glowed with activity. He approached the open space at the front of the ship, opening himself to the outside . There was no breeze, as the shields had been raised. The crevices along the Cruiser had begun to glow yellow, showing that it would soon be ready to fire down below. He looked down at the earth. Soon, everything below him would burn. That Knight could run all she wanted to, she would not be escaping the coming death from above.