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Torment smashed into the ground and exploded outwards in what seemed to be a rolling cloud of smoke and dust that spread out for at least a half a mile before stopping. There was no crater where he had hit, just smoke.

As soon as the twister touched down it began to go haywire, as if it were trying to spread itself out over the entire half mile diameter cloud that had formed on the ground. Through all of it the smoke and dust sat deathly still, acting as if there wasn't even so much as a breeze. The really concerning part would be the fact that the smoke began to glow. That can never be good.

Tor's voice rang out through the darkness, "EASILY!" Torment was obviously taunting him, not very well, but still. The cloud of dust and smoke began to grow in thickness, both in height and density, still unaffected by the twister that continued to go absolutely insane trying to find Torment within the cloud.

The cloud continued to expand upward, but now also expanded outward as well, growing exponentially. The entire cloud seemed alive with laughter as Tor's voice rang out again, "You don't get it. Pity." The twister would still fail about wildly within the smoke, unable to fix a SINGLE location.

The Cloud pulled out and away from the Cirino's, encircling them, but keeping a fair distance. Within the cloud energy began to arc and flow with extreme intensity, lashing out at the Cirino's, but never getting close enough to either be affected by, or do anything to Cirino. All this time it seems Torment was charging a spell...but what?

somethin wierd

As the flames errupt forth the outer shell burns away, but everything within stays static, the flames passing right by the majority or the cloud, Cirino receiving nothing more than 'background radiation.' Suddenly the cloud was alive again, swirling into the sky and outwards over the expanse of a mile diameter, reaching into the sky and down to the ground, the cloud becoming thin as a light fog. With a brilliant flash the cloud seemed to fade away entirely. Moments later the sky is filled with light as the number of Torments in the area reaches the uncountable, each one as real as the next and the last, and each and every one pissed as all hell. A long staff was held in the hand of each, thin and not very bright, the ends marked by chains that held a spiked ball and what looked to be some bizzare variation of a scythe's head. His voice tore through the mile diameter he encircled, "THAT ******** HURT!"

Battle ensued, the Torments lashing out with their Soul Forged weapons, the chained sections whirling around to put more force behind their blows. Each Torment seemed to move of his own accord, as if they were thinking independently, but the glint in their unblinking eyes gave it away that they were all still indeed Torment. Upon finding the Real Cirino, he'd get a nice big surprise, a full fledged staffamathingie the the face.