[u]A massive figure lumbers out of line, their figure towering over you at about twenty feet in height. Their body seems semi-solid, it composed of a blackened and charred body surrounded by red flame. A face forms, revealing a twisted smile that stretches across from cheek to cheek, a laughter let out that can only be described as sounding like nails against chalkboard. It drags it's hand across the ground, leaving the ground blackened and devoid of life. Po has arrived.[/u] "[i][b]Well, well, well... Look what we have here. A challenger to my power. Let us get this over with, as it already bores me.[/b][/i]" [u]Po waves his hand, and circles of black sludge rise up from the ground. The sludge slowly takes the form of large bladed tendrils, hundreds of them waving around gently through the air.[/u]