"I'm a Force, not a goddess!"

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

When he’s finally had enough and the crowd begins to disperse, he looks around for Color, who’s no where in sight. “So much for talking I guess…” he mumbles and just keeps walking. He doesn’t care enough to go out of his way searching for her.

He starts shifting through different Colors, making her look like a strobe light. He chuckles slightly as he continues messing with her appearance. “Hmm, this is fun.”

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

When he’s finally had enough and the crowd begins to disperse, he looks around for Color, who’s no where in sight. “So much for talking I guess…” he mumbles and just keeps walking. He doesn’t care enough to go out of his way searching for her.

He starts shifting through different Colors, making her look like a strobe light. He chuckles slightly as he continues messing with her appearance. “Hmm, this is fun.”

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

When he’s finally had enough and the crowd begins to disperse, he looks around for Color, who’s no where in sight. “So much for talking I guess…” he mumbles and just keeps walking. He doesn’t care enough to go out of his way searching for her.

He starts shifting through different Colors, making her look like a strobe light. He chuckles slightly as he continues messing with her appearance. “Hmm, this is fun.”

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

When he’s finally had enough and the crowd begins to disperse, he looks around for Color, who’s no where in sight. “So much for talking I guess…” he mumbles and just keeps walking. He doesn’t care enough to go out of his way searching for her.

He starts shifting through different Colors, making her look like a strobe light. He chuckles slightly as he continues messing with her appearance. “Hmm, this is fun.”

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

When he’s finally had enough and the crowd begins to disperse, he looks around for Color, who’s no where in sight. “So much for talking I guess…” he mumbles and just keeps walking. He doesn’t care enough to go out of his way searching for her.

He starts shifting through different Colors, making her look like a strobe light. He chuckles slightly as he continues messing with her appearance. “Hmm, this is fun.”

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

When he’s finally had enough and the crowd begins to disperse, he looks around for Color, who’s no where in sight. “So much for talking I guess…” he mumbles and just keeps walking. He doesn’t care enough to go out of his way searching for her.

He starts shifting through different Colors, making her look like a strobe light. He chuckles slightly as he continues messing with her appearance. “Hmm, this is fun.”

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

When he’s finally had enough and the crowd begins to disperse, he looks around for Color, who’s no where in sight. “So much for talking I guess…” he mumbles and just keeps walking. He doesn’t care enough to go out of his way searching for her.

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m going to help. She’s not going to hurt you anymore, okay?” He reassures them, slipping into his caring persona. The victim stops moving and relaxes slightly, allowing Kaz to place a hand on their back. Golden light wraps around them, closing all of their wounds and healing their broken bones. After a few seconds they hesitantly stand up, amazed by the recovery.

While the people around them are distracted by the miracle of Kazimirs healing she adjusts her colors to something outside a normal person's range of sight. Of course, if this Kaz is anything like hers then he'll still be able to see her just fine.

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"What am I on about... might be easier to just do introductions." She does a dramatic sweeping bow. "I am Color, The Force of Color. Though, most of you mortals like to refer to me as a goddess. Similar but widely different things." She moves closer to him, booping his nose. "And you! Are Kazimir, or as I'd prefer to call you, Mini Boss. Or Small Lapis, or Sacramento, or... well the nickname game goes on."

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

He crosses his arms and taps his foot against the ground impatiently. “And stop acting like you know me, I think I’d be aware if I’d met a walking paint factory accident.”

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

“You threaten me with a weapon and think I’m not going to retaliate?” He rolls his eyes. “If you care so much about it, keep it in a display instead of using it where it’s likely to be damaged.” He talks exactly how his counterpart does; every sentence is full of arrogance and entirely condescending.

She leans against one of the cars in annoyance. "Whatever, you've never understood my weapons like I do. ...What exactly were we supposed to be talking about?"

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.

She yelps again as shes tackled. She whines before giggling. "Oh wait... thats not a disguise is it?" She stands back up, pushing him off with no effort. "Awww you're so cute!! Did you get some magic too? Thats awesome!" She stomps down harshly on his back then dashes to pick her axe back up. "Well let's get a look at you. What can you do, Dazzle?"

He groans as she stomps on his back, channeling his energy to heal himself and staggers back to his feet. He has no idea what she’s even saying, it’s probably just the ramblings of a psychotic woman anyways, so he ignores her. Instead he throws a few beams of light directly into her face.

“How do you know my name?” It was possible she knew his name if she worked with law enforcement or followed court cases on the news, but that seemed highly unlikely. He vanishes again, only to reappear several feet away and make a laser beam to slice right through the car and Color.

"Oh I know tons about you Kazzle Dazzle! I really would love to chat about it but you seem more interested in looking strong, yeah? Pretty par for the course though. Gonna be embarrassing when you lose~"

“What’s your deal? Killing somebody for taking your picture? Sure it’s creepy, but it’s not illegal. That sort of overreaction tells me you have some deep seated issues.”

“Fine. If we’re going to talk then we talk. No weapons.” He murmurs, his voice muffled by the concrete he’s pressed into.

She stares at Kaz, stomping her foot like an upset child. "How dare you! Thats my favorite axe! I don't think I like this version of you very much." She crosses her arms, frowning. Her skin is a swirl of blues and reds and blacks. Hints of orange swirl around her face. "I'll talk but you owe me for hurting Akeldama."

"See what you've made me do? Man what a spectacle! Now I've got even more people I gotta make into corpses!"

As he attacks, the invisibility fades and Color can see a strangely familiar man in front of her. Only this man is lacking his 2 pairs of wings and the glowing scars she’s used to. He’s also a lot less flamboyant… it actually makes regular Kaz seem like a real fruit basket in retrospect.

She turns to look at her attacker, having every intention of yelling at them, at least until she sees who it is. "Oh. Uh-" She laughs awkwardly, the fighting stance immediately relaxing to something more casual and almost shy. "Heyyyy... see- uh- funny story. They deserved it?"

Taking advantage of her sudden switch in demeanor, he pushes her to the ground and tries to pin her hands behind her back.