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While the trapped Kuaiji managed to deflect a few spikes with his staff, a good many of them managed to lodge themselves in his body. Suddenly, he was gripped in pain, his mind awash with the anguish Szanod's opponents had felt at the moment of their defeat to him and the sickening dread at the void that awaited them beyond the darkened gates.
The deflected spikes returned dutifully to the demon's armour. With a gravely laugh, he tasted the being's pain from a distance. Indeed a dark mist was linking the imbedded spikes to himself, establishing a link that siphoned part of his opponent's energy and hope.
Before, Kuaiji could surprise him, Szanod mentally ordered the spikes to return, which they did swiftly. He then took control of the earth once agin and completely covered Kuaiji with molten rock, which would soon cool into an extremely durable cocoon.
Satisfied at this situation, for now, the demon warrior turned to the newcomer.
"It would seem the 'forces of good', if there is such a thing, let out all of its whelps to play on this day. Why must you chase death and pain like so many moths drawn to the flame? Have you never suffered? Have you never learnt anything of value?
No matter, I will show you all. Starting with..."
Szanod then sank into the ground, leaving his opponents to wonder where he would emerge, and whom he would attack.
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