The Lord of the Core stared at the figure's form, utterly taken aback by the utter repulsiveness of it. After righting himself, he narrowed his brow and spoke.
"So, the fly emerges." He rumbled, managing to tower even above the floating figure in the air. "If you thought you could take this island you were sorely mistaken. We've come to prepare your funeral."
The Core took a step back, letting the blast fly by his head. "Know, as you fall, that we are being merciful."
Bramble fixed his aim at Makuta's body and let fly an arrow, instantly scrambling wildly to his feet once it left his bow. He reached to place it back on his back, but something snatched it from his hands and went soaring into the sky, dropping it from above onto his head.
What even was that?!
Halmos chuckled as he dropped the bow. There was no way he was going to let this battle go by without his notice. Whether the heroes won or lost, he was going to revel in every minute of it.
...And possibly snatch a mask or two? keep circling Halmos, keep circling.
The Lord of the Undying Storm sat in a cell, hearing deep rumblings in the distance. He grinned, knowing in the aftermath of it all, he would have the freedom to run amuck and put his plan into action.
His axe was stored deep in the forge, where they assumed he couldn't reach it...