...Asaki's eyes stare right back into Khora's. She sees everything, the darkness of his essence, the hatred of his spirit as foul as it is.
She begins to come closer to him, calmly, slowly. Her hair sways with the violent aura encasing her until every strand literally begins to glow.
As the warrior walks foward, her hands begin to radiate a pale green color, forming the same attack that once had to be used against her brother...the Seishou Hitoawa. She stops between the warriors, and Kasei, a fire rod once more, hovers slightly behind her. She quickly raises her hands as a small brilliant sphere forms between them. Glittering beads of power seem to rise from the ground beneath the warriors and draw out from the walls. The scene is breathtaking and every warrior can feel a bit of the energy within them as swirling beams slink over their arms, around their bodies, hundreds of them, all headed for the chaos sphere. It grows brighter, bigger, until the size is almost too much for the edifice to handle.
Asaki's muscles bulge as she growls at Khora.
"This is for everyone you've ever harmed!"
She flings her arms at the enemy and the massive sphere flies forcefully towards their nemesis. It spins ferociously through the air, coming closer towards it's target.
Khora, being too weak to to counter such an assault, can merely continue to create some kind of comeback with the Staff of Ashara in his hands, but the attack is much too quick to be evaded.
The Seishou Hitoawa plunges into the Necromancer, immediately beginning to take its toll. Aside from the pressure of the energy forced upon his form, the devastating power within the attack seeks out his own essence, crushing it. Though Khora has never been one to feel pain, the extreme and fatal effects of the pulse are impossible to shrug off. His ribs begin to bend outward, and to his horror, his legs are becoming incinerated by the extreme heat. His head slams into the wall. He can hear his skull cracking against the bricks of stone. For the first time in his dishonorable life, the vile enemy can see the hands of the damned reaching towards him, pulling him down into the deep pit of hell, and feel fear, feel death. Every wall in the room begins to crack, threatening to cave in at any moment. The Seishou Hitoawa is abruptly pitched upwards, clear through the ceiling causing chunks of debris to fall to the ground around them. The luminous sphere continues skyward until it vanishes, like a dying star, in the depths of space.
As the rumbling within the structure dies down, Asaki lowers her arms to her side and walks over to the far wall, which is a little more than halfway gone. She looks up at the sky then down at the remains of Khora. His skull is badly shattered, his ribs are broken and barely there, his left leg only goes down to the knee and his right leg is completely gone. Where his left arm used to be, all that remains are splinters of frayed bone. Diffused life still beats within him, though his seconds are numbered. Asaki reaches down and lifts the staff out of Khora's right hand. She looks at it then back down at Khora.
"Those who sell their souls to the heartless are consumed by their own foolishness. I pity you. Such a lesson, I'm afraid, you will only live long enough to stomach, Khora."
The warrior flashes once before she takes on her regular form once more and steps back from the tattered form of the enemy...