[it was inevitable, really, that the other guardians would have shown up. and despite all the new leaves he's been turning over, and his better nature now, he's still...not fond of them. it had been far too long, the time he spent being broken down by them, cast aside for doing no more than following his nature, as they did.
his magic was weak, unfamiliar to him now. when he'd been confronted by the two guardians, he'd been forced aside easily. he's not doing anywhere near as much looming as bunny would imply, he was quite simply no match for either of them, and is therefore more...crumpled in a corner than looming, trying to get his breath back and gritting his teeth past the pain of the sluggishly bleeding sword wound that simply hasn't had time to heal, especially with all the jostling open it's been getting.]
Bloody look at me for once in your lives, Guardians.
[the shadows don't come to him anymore, they aren't sure of he's still their ally. but the light seems to have taken him as its own--the lamps in the room spontaneously light, brightening more than they should have been able to. kozmotis is literally incandescent in his anger, glowing as if lit from within.]
Leave him be!
[jack has suffered enough for coming to his rescue. and while he'd been stripped of his magic, a different sort was returning to him more quickly than jack's is recovering. he didn't know how to control it, but at this point he's too furious to try.
he explodes instead, with brilliant golden light, his scythe appearing in his hand and the sheer force of the magic blasting everything--and everyone, except jack, away from his epicenter in the process.]
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his magic was weak, unfamiliar to him now. when he'd been confronted by the two guardians, he'd been forced aside easily. he's not doing anywhere near as much looming as bunny would imply, he was quite simply no match for either of them, and is therefore more...crumpled in a corner than looming, trying to get his breath back and gritting his teeth past the pain of the sluggishly bleeding sword wound that simply hasn't had time to heal, especially with all the jostling open it's been getting.]
Bloody look at me for once in your lives, Guardians.
[the shadows don't come to him anymore, they aren't sure of he's still their ally. but the light seems to have taken him as its own--the lamps in the room spontaneously light, brightening more than they should have been able to. kozmotis is literally incandescent in his anger, glowing as if lit from within.]
Leave him be!
[jack has suffered enough for coming to his rescue. and while he'd been stripped of his magic, a different sort was returning to him more quickly than jack's is recovering. he didn't know how to control it, but at this point he's too furious to try.
he explodes instead, with brilliant golden light, his scythe appearing in his hand and the sheer force of the magic blasting everything--and everyone, except jack, away from his epicenter in the process.]