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Insomnia buckled, and the tendrils snapped back into himself, reforming the body that was him. The giant laughed, first softly, and then with ever greater volume. "Do you know why they call me Insomnia?" He asked, back in his original form, albeit covered in sand. His arms spread wide, and he snaps his fingers, both at the same time. The dagger reappears in his hand, the ruby in the hilt glowing with a faint luminescence. Another one appears in his other hand, a perfect copy of the first. The creature moves forward, pointing the daggers at Jack's eyes. The edge of the blade is invisible to any eye, because there is no edge. They end in a void, and are therefore infinetely sharp. He spins them around, watching with more than just his eyes.

Matachi held her close making sure to be between here if anything might happen "I've got you hun don't worry Jack has got this." He said smiling softly at her. He was in loads of pain as the sidiion finally closed off her wounds and gave away but he didn't show any of it to her but it was in his eyes.

She herd Matachi's comforting words but she had already almost flinched. She nodded some looking back to him giving him a weak smile. "I am okay now.. save what you have." She said lightly knowing when this was over he would be worse off but at least maybe now he understood something he hadn't before, she looked back to them. Hearing Jack's words gave her a light smile knowing he had understood her and knew as well.

(sorry, but I have to go. They found me)

((cliff hanger lol))

There was something he did not want to do. Something he never, ever wished to do. To simply command the will of anything living, dead, or nonliving. Something that came before life was given. Voids could be collapsed. Air could be burnt up, and energy spent. Molecules can be placed and replaced, given and taken at will. Only momentarily. Only at the center of his palms. Destruction. A dead God, a walking mystery, a being with no reason to live, and living for no reason at all. The palm of his hand is forward, and nothing fancy would happen. Except a magic trick. There was a dagger flying towards him at an unimaginable speed, and yet his hand movement is unorthodox. The magic trick is: The disappearance of a flying object. Perhaps Insomnia thought that he would catch the dagger and duel? No, he was not going to do that. Perhaps he thought its unequaled blade would pierce him? That did not happen either, well, perhaps in a sense. It was gone, and it would land somewhere Insomnia would soon visit. It would find its way to the rest of the mythical weapons and beasts that plague has taken with it as it has moved along in life. To where the souls of the slain meander about as featureless beasts. "I want to share something with you." He would reach within that darkness of his chest, pulling from it an artifact. A very ancient, rusty longsword. This weapon is nearly a stick of rust, due to age and oxidization. That weapon rests upon his shoulders, rust falling off in shavings. His free hand lifts, index finger wagging a bit. "Now, do not think that I would bring a stick to a fight to the death without reason.. This is a catalyst. You would not know the name, it is too old. But, come to me and I shall show you." He was a trap, always waiting for Insomnia to come to him, perhaps his abilities were too powerful for him to move around and use? Or maybe it was because he has all the time in the world. Being dead already.

(I hate my constraints, but I can't do a thing about them.)

Insomnia smiled as the weapon dissapeared. There were three like it, at least in his possession. Three different blades, yet all were identical, each with an edge to cut anything, and a ruby in the hilt. One he held, Jack had taken another, and the last was in Solemn, and that was what was keeping the rift open. In each the blood red rubies, glowed with an inner fire. "I would like my blade back, now." An invisible tie connected the three weapons together, and pulled, with a weak force that grew stronger with each passing moment. The dagger insides Jack's darkness would clatter uselessly in that place, but the pressure grew ever stronger. The twin in solemn simply stayed where it was, but the pressure grew there too. Space was no barrier for these three items, and neither was the barriers that kept apart the worlds, because their was no power pulling them to each other. The power had been keeping them apart.

The ground shifted, and buckled under these ever growing pressures, and Insomnia stopped smiling. It was impossible for the god's not to notice this. He'd have to deal with them if they came, because this was going to destroy more than jsut a good portion of llyr.