[unleash] Zamasu is a competent fighter, but he isn't perfect. He may have a practiced body, but his mind is anything but. He cannot allow himself to be at a disadvantage, always taking it to heart and turning it into frustration and rage instead of focusing on how to get the advantage again. The very fact that Shin is giving him any trouble is enough to make him seethe with disgust. Wretched creature! Imperfect God!
In response, his very ki seems to become a weapon- this is not the blade that cleanly severed his master's head- this is something violent. Something wild, and evil.
"Witness the power of a god, far beyond your reach!"
things done while sparring/fighting.
[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.
though hardly the living rendition of weakness that some expect from his kind, it is simply fact that shin's fondness for combat is low, and his strengths regarding it do not lie in that which involves physicality.
but his psychic abilities are immense, a natural reservoir of pure energy and potential contributing toward both offensive and defensive measures, his tendency leaning toward the latter -- and toward the immense, senseless rage of his current opponent.
the words feel as if they burn an impression of something far beyond hatred onto the sky itself, wrought by the effort needed on zamasu's part to shatter yet another psychic shield shin had projected forth.
how he would love to speak out, to say something to properly counter the screaming madness before him -- but words will not help him in any way, deaf to rationality as the god, no, the beast (for what desires to slaughter him has long since lost any trace of true divinity) has become.
rather than uselessly prattle on and on about how idiotic, senseless, completely and utterly pointless all of this is in the end (for one fault among the many that plague him is a tendency toward something akin to nihilism in the darkest moments of his life) -- because, don't you know? this is doomed to fail, it always is, and no amount of deific, holy blood spilt will protect you in the end from the one with power above and beyond all others if he ever sees fit to act? -- he instead employs a potent blast of energy on his own part, a paralytic infusion surging through it, as what he justifiably fears will only be temporary reprieve while he calls forth the concentration for sealing.
it is a technique (initially started by those that came before him) that he has worked on for far longer than the other has even been alive, an unfinished work for imprisoning someone else now adjusted for what he desperately hopes will be a far more permanent result.
he is not oblivious to the danger present, from the beyond-searing heat of the corrupt energy to the very real possibility of his own needed for his intent taking all that he is and leaving him nothing but a burnt-out husk, but knows he cannot afford it much beyond a very basic acknowledgement.
instead, he refuses to answer, instead only silently steeling his resolve for the end -- of all of this.
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