"Matt?....." Koorittou questioned. "It can't be...you can't be dead...you're to strong..to noble..I won't let this go...you saved my life...YOU'LL ALL PAY!!!"
Koorittou had had enough of this ridiculous "game" as some of the players saw it. Enough of the pain, enough of the torment, enough of the bloodshed. He was the guardian of these sacred lands upon which this battle was being waged, it's about time he started acting like it.
Summoning all the ki energy he could muster in his weakened state, Koorittou began to power up with his sword still in hand. As he did, his blue ora began to grow and grow until it covered a span of about 15 feet.
In response to this power surge, the land's climate began to change. Dark snowclouds began to form over head, and ice began to form over the wheat field, creating a sheet of ice over the land, preventing any escape of his oponents underground. Soon snow and ice began to fall from the sky, small and light at first, but then quick and heavy. Large shards of ice began to fall from the sky as if spears were being shot down from heaven. These ice spears began to pelt Koorittou's opponents, and as the number and speed of the shards started to pick up, it was all that they could do to dodge and avoid injury.
The entire landscape was now a wintery storm, and Koorittou stood in the center of it, unphased, sword drawn, and ora still powerfully eminating from his body.
"Shiva! Give me the strength to conquer my foes, and avenge the life of my comrade who I was unable to save." Koorittou yelled looking up towards the nearby mountians.
He was answered by a new ora, a new power, growing inside of him. Seamlessly, his ora changed from its previous color of light blue to pure white. He had the power of Shiva, all the power of the ice goddess in his body.
"THE TIME HAS COME!" Korittou yelled, raising his katana above his head "YOU'LL PAY!"
With this, Koorittou struck the ground with his katana, and the ground shattered. The wintery storm around him grew even more intense, nothing was visible to his opponent's, him or his attack. Huge rods of ice and balls of blue ki energy begn to emerge under the feet of all his opponents. Then...the blast. An explosion of ice, snow, and ki energy. His opponent's couldn't escape, they were all blindly struck by the attack.
Koorittou stood in the middle of the wheat field as the debris from his attack settled to the ground and the severe blizzard subsided to a light downfall of snow. The enitre landscape was covered by a white blanket of snow and ice. Nothing was vivisble but white, not even his opponents.
An exhausted Korittou thought to himself 'Have I done enough?'
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