*The Chroma readies itself for another attack, but lets them speak. After he listened, he responds.* "Your religion does not move my devotion to the facts. I am reborn as you chose to shape yourselves as hate-of-defeat. You fear loss. [i]Your greed will break you and shape you as swords."[/i] *The Chroma is unmoved by their threats-as-hisses.* "Snakes [i]do not [/i]scare animated statues for[i] the statues know they are unaffected."[/i] *After they screamed, the Sentient Lord that is Chroma... ...Is [b]unmoved[/b] by their screams.* "You forget that despite my sentience, I do not know pain. The body may flinch and wince at it but I do not. I do not embody this. We are influenced by Koldraxon, and because of it, I see your weakness." *The Chroma gestures towards them.* "You [i]feed[/i] of pain? We will not move. We [i]will not feed you this food."[/i] *The Chroma then gestures towards the shapes he has around him.* "I have many limbs; because of your ignorance of the ancient rules of combat, I will see to it that you are... ...calmed." *A set of four of these shapes abruptly descend. Two of a variant of the shape, seemingly designed for melee. Two of another, designed to attack from afar. These split into even pairs and prepare to engage and seperate the opponents. They emit a whisper, a hum.* [i] "...You will become calm. You shall be a tamed weather. You are clouds, you will run out of water. It will stop raining. The sky will be lit once more."[/i]