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He would not change.. not much anyway. The darkness which impedes upon him at all times would slowly fill his flesh. Before long his chin has lifted upwards, his head tilting aside slightly. He remains standing where he is, his tongue extending momentarily, saliva dripping off it. He was some kind of beast.. no, he was a monster. All that remains of color upon this figure is that single azure orb surrounded by its milk white which remains illuminate within the darkness. "I talk often, because information is power. The more I hear, the more I know. I have heard you talk often. I have watched you react for a while now. I am interested in you. I believe you can make me feel pain, if only temporarily." He would begin walking forward, towards Insomnia. "Come." His head lowering, that thick mass of hair falling about. "Hurt me. Show me a good time! Use everything you have! I want the planet to shake if that is what it takes!" That deep voice carried a bit of gravel as it bounces about the walls of the room.. It also carries a deep hunger.. something so primal it would scare animals. ( sorry, comp froze, here I am again. )

The monster that was insomnia, continued to change, from one shape to the next. "You sound like somebody I used to know." The voice uttered from around them now. His mouth was gone, replaced by a smooth patch of skin. He raised his arm, and pointed the fist at Jack. "Tallidin Morosoka." The voice intoned. The fist hit jack with the force of a mountain. His arm had extended almost instantly to cover the distance. The single arm then branched off like a tree, into two arms, then four, multiplying endlessly, which then struck at Jack from every direction. A mass of thousands of flailing arms, extending fromhis left shoulder.

He moved his attention to Katherine. And pointed his other hand in her direction. It morphed into a snakes head, and bent towards her, slithering across the ground. Shapeshifting was one of his unique abilities, after all. It slithered closer, making a wide berth of matachi and Katherine's hands.

Matachi shot a wave of power down through his feet which would spray out in a 360 direction towards the snakes and all. He couldn't defend for long he was running out of power quickly.

The half snake, half arm hissed at Matachi as the power pushed it back, but did not harm it. It in a circle around them, about a foot off at the closest. It coiled around that circle once, twice, three times.

( -____- I hate my computer )

Attacked? Oh Noes! He was struck by the first fist which would force his body to fall backwards.. until it halts, the soles of his boots flat upon the ground. The attacks then continues as he remains where he is, the back of his head hovering just bare inches off the ground, the darkness that is his hair twisting about as though it has a life of his own. After some time his form would rise back to its full standing position despite the fact that there were many fists pounding into him. He is hunched forward, and his hand slowly lifts, seeming broken in every direction, a zig-zagged line. His mouth grows in size as that grin forms, zig-zag teeth as well, white and visible within the black depth. "It is time, my favorite game is at hand." Or hands. They come from his arm, more black arms, more and more, rising from the ground, seeping upwards through the tiles like liquid ink. Soon there was a wall of arms before Insomnia. Countless hands, grasping everything in sight. Every fist, Every body part of Insomnia's, until everything is covered except Insomnia's head. They then begin to pull.. and pull.. and pull. That unnatural strength felt as though it were not tangible, it was in the air. He was aiming upon pulling Insomnia's limbs apart, while that one hand waited, his own right hand, it hovers over Insomnia's chest, waiting for the 'heart' to appear within.. the core.

That unblinking, hungry gaze remains just as it has. Staring, watching, laughing. Always silently laughing at whatever enemy was before him, whether laughably weak or ridiculously strong. He does not speak, he has nothing to say, as Insomnia has said it for him. Therefore that grin of zig-zagged teeth remains as well. Soon instead of hands, something different appears. The dead bodies of those whom Jack has killed, whether it was fully his body or not. For now Matachi's elite guard have appeared, stepping from the darkness to strike at the weapons which Insomnia has formed. He does not cast spells, these hands reaching from everywhere, even from his body. Yet his own hands are together before him, the fingertips of all his fingers pressed together as though he is waiting patiently. After a while more when Insomnia pulls the dirt about him, more bodies appear.. Heavily armored knights riding horses, soldiers with long-spears, replacing those that fall to Insomnia, while Insomnia's limbs, whether they are fists or weapons no doubt reform when chopped apart as well.

The metal weapons made no cut in any of Insomnia's limbs. Each was stronger than any metal known to man. Which made it hard to cut him with these weapons. His sand encrusted skin started moving along the limbs, like a flowing river. It became sand colored blur. The sand chipped off little chunks with each passing grain, but millions of them could grind a person down to dust. The skin rubbed the flesh off horces, the bones to dust. It was like sand paper, but that was not all. Several of Insomnia's finger snap, and corpses rise to battle once more. Thin Tendrils of Insomnia, touch jack, grinding flesh like drills. Insomnia was simply testing Jack's skills. The room heated up because of the constant friction.

Part of Insomnia moved towards Katherine again. It moved carefully, creeping up where she couldn't see it.