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With a snap of the Nobody's gloved fingers, Seth's Snipers disbanded. They appeared to each vanish into their own personal wormhole of sorts that vanished along with them. With a sigh, Seth let his head cock to one side, "Well you're no fun." he commented, then proceeded to crack his knuckles, and his neck a bit, "If you [i]really[/i] wanna do this the more direct way, I guess I can oblige..." he stepped forward, as if to lunge for an attack... only to stamp his boot. On that command, waves of sand rose up around the masked man, ready to crash upon him with however many hundreds of pounds worth of weight they carried with them. That wasn't the main objective, though.

The sand waves were actually more of a distraction if anything. An extra wave of the stuff washed over Seth himself! When the Nobody emerged, he wasn't alone. He was flanked by a pair of living sand golems, each looked liked him and even flashed his usual unsettling grin, "Okay so... maybe I lied a little bit about obliging you." oddly enough, Seth's voice sounded like it was coming from all three figures at once. Seth himself was covered in a layer of sand, and so all three figures looked like identical copies. One of them had to be the real thing, but which one? All three lunged at once, separating and going in for the attack from three different angles. They didn't call or draw any blades, because Seth didn't own any. But they did punch, and punch [i]very[/i] hard. In fact, anything the three sandy figures punched was almost literally reduced to dust and rubble.

"Fist of Destruction..." all three said in unison. Or rather, Seth's one voice came from all three at once, "...Pincer Strike!" this unusual technique normally required at least two practitioners to execute, and thankfully Seth's two sand golems fit that bill perfectly.