<Snipped quote by Disdain>
Abel:
*each portait dissipates upon contact, and I launch nyself toward you, slcing at your midsection with my weapon gleaming with Amaranthine*
*Gasps when the first portrait disappears, and raises Vita, an energy-dispersive Crystal Matrix forming across the blade of the sword to dissipate the Amaranthine into other-dimensional space; meanwhile, I use my now-safe contact with the sword to push against you, locking your blade with mine* You villain! Dismissing real, deeply involved
artistry simply because it's travelling in an inconvenient direction toward yourself? For that, you deserve to be unable to view real art.
Shadow Matrix: Heresy! *Shadow billows from my mouth as my eyes grow dark and it fills the area around you, highly decreasing both physical sensory input and information input to magical awareness*
