XanatosForever
Steward of RP
Xanatos shook Pintar's hand, a smile on his lips that could easily be assumed to be courteous. To the hybrid, however, it was a smile of satisfaction, and victory. True, he could have established a link with Pintar without having to touch the being, but having physical contact made it so much easier, and less invasive. As their hands remained connected, the hybrid passed along a faint psionic pulse, invisible to those not attuned, from his arm down to his hand, through his fingers and into Pintar's thumb. The mote of psionic energy would float amongst his bloodstream, not irritating any immune responses he might have but still capable of being noticed, especially to the one who had placed it. Now, Xanatos would no longer be unable to track Pintar between the Colosseum and wherever he disappeared to between matches.
Then, something unexpected occurred. A shout came from above, and Xanatos looked up to see that demonic form of Balan, now apparently re-armed and holding onto the healing fabric that the hybrid could have sworn he'd given to Zero. You clever little planestrider, Xanatos thought as he watched the two massive portals leading to unique forms of Hell and Lightning widened to encompass the entire arena. Balan had found a unique opportunity, and was looking to take advantage of it. Who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
"Zero!" he called out as his hand squeezed Pintar's tightly, his arm pulling back and dragging the host with him, "Start running!" He had a feeling that the catgirl's reflexes and speed would be more than enough to keep her out of harm's way. However, in order to ensure maximum devastation, the hybrid would have to keep Pintar close. He spun Pintar around and pinned the host's arms against his back. With telekinesis, he kept his target's arms pinned, allowing him to phsyically restrain Pintar in a full nelson, forcing his neck down from the strain of his power.
"Looks like the game's over, Pintar," Xanatos shouted into the being's ear over the roar of lightning and hellfire. The hybrid lifted his captive up, pointing him to the sky as the storm crashed around them, his own wings flaring to help balance him. "You lose!"
On the wall of the Colosseum, likely unnoticed by anyone distracted as they were by the massive release of energy, a sigil began to curl into existence, glowing as if invisible hands traced the design...