::At precisely the exact moment that the Critical Tekken detonates upon the earth, another ear-shattering explosion blooms from the heart of the cataclysm. The monster's body, still transfixed by the tall spike of energy, is blown violently aside as he is lost in the wrath of both explosions; the crust of the planet is blown away by the holocaustic destruction.
<That paragraph flows along after Deity's last...the rest of this post takes place after everything has quieted down...>
The huge, towering pillar of smoke and dust roils about in the sky, hiding the Sun mostly from sight and creating the illusion of stormy twilight. Soon, the undisturbed silence of the ravaged area is destroyed as another rumbling portends something horrible. To any who could sense it, the massive entity of the unstoppable juggernaut's power is beginning to rise - at an astonishing rate. As if his immense power was not enough, it is doubling, jumping higher and higher in terrifying leaps that send radial waves of energy outward.
This all kicks up a tremendous wind, which clears out the smoke with swift ease. The giant crater left in the wake of the busy town is revealed clearly at last, the air filling with a crimson red tint as the devil below is charged up once again with life energy. The insane power growing steadily within him is shaking the planet, the immediate area straining to stay together as massive chunks of rock and earth crumble and lift into the sky once more.
This power-up eventually stops after nearly two minutes, the Red-Headed Devil floating nearly a thousand feet in the air now. Bolts of energy writhe around him as the Mist and his aura come to a calm, growing smaller and staying close to the silhouette of his body. His legs are spread out about a meter apart, his claws opened and held low and away from his torso as well. He is breathing heavily, his balckened eyes wide with a childlike awe. He's not really sure what just happened. He's also not clear on why he's not wearing any pants or shoes anymore, even half of his shirt now missing.
Straightening out as the thousands of rocks and pebbles fall back down to Earth, it takes Fierce only a few seconds to decide that he really doesn't care why he is alive, and half-naked. He looks down at himself, casually flipping his wrist over his form. His clothes are replaced by a mystical power, a new set of his original attire - boots, pants and all. That out of the way, he looks around curiously, an inquisitive look on his expression as he tries to find the boy again. No sign. If he is even in one piece, he's either dead or too wounded to be of any consequence.::
...toys b-break....always....they always break so easily...more of them...
::Oh well, doesn't matter. That sick smile finding its way onto the devil's face once more, he looks around, trying to find a new source of life energy. He does so very quickly, finding a large grouping of entities some ninety-eight miles due southwest. Without delay, he faces northeast, grinning wider as his aura flares up. A sudden explosion of red light signals Fierce's departure, his path shown by a brilliant scarlet and black streak of ki through the air and over the horizon.::
