Animus watched as the Undead Ghouls surrounded the Tomb he stood upon. With ultimate balance he stood at the tip of the Crypt's pointed rooftop, the ghouls slowly encroached upon Animus at five angles. Animus waited until they got closer, at least 6 feet close before executing a lightsaber throw while somersaulting backwards boots first into a ghouls face.
Using the Undead's partial cranium as leverage for impulse he dived forward angled to the ground as the lightsaber made short work of an Undead's midsection. Rolling in the ground impossibly fast, he rose up with an Aerial roundhouse kick that sent a corpse reeling back while in his other hand he called his lightsaber back to his hand and in its return severed the head of the ghoul animus had previously parted from his lower body.
An Undead approached from his back hands wide as animus executed a low sweeping kick followed by a horizontal slash of his saber that split the falling undead in half vertically because of the angle of his saber. Using his Telekinesis he focused on two massive Boulders next to the tombstone he previously sat upon that easily each weighed 100 pounds.
Focusing on the Boulders they began to move, then float. Both hands extended but his right hand still wielding the ignited saber he moved them to the position of the Undead whose face he stepped on, and the Undead who he roundhouse kicked. One Bolder for each Body. The Boulders flew in their direction with fury and force, battering aside an iron fence and a cracked a stone pillar on their way. the force of the impact caused two large foxholes filled with undead guts and rotten tissue.
The Sand and dust debris after the impact was a sight to Animus, Blades blue hum the music of glory to him, he did want a red one soon...
Animus opened his stance in an inviting manner and bellowed a roar of pure rage and hatred.
Breathing heavily, he focused his power on the crypt he stood upon, "Rise!" Animus Bellowed in Rage as he focused his rage and fury upon the Structure.
It began to rumble and crack, loosening its grip on the ground, roots snapped, rocks tumbled, every part of the Crypt not on his center of force concentration being the center crypt itself began to shake unsteadily. Animus raised both hands to the sky in a fit on the desire of Omnipotence itself, as the Crypt began to rise
"TRUE POWER" Animus roared as he laughed maniacally in the ecstasy of Power itself, of Strength and Fury, of the Power of the Dark side engulfed him in a lovers embrace of Pain and glorious agony as the pressure of the Crypt weigh on him no more than a Large Stone, still pulling deep inside the fury inside him, lifting the Crypt 15 feet in the air.
it's intent on crushing a large group of undead who were now making their way to the pile corpses of those Animus had crushed with the Boulders, it hurled now at graceful speed, and sheer pure force. The Crypt was not particularly big, no more than 11 feet big and 12 feet wide, But filled with stone and granite insides made it very heavy.
The Impact was enveloping, debris and pebbles flew at all directions, wood, stone, decayed Skin parts, and all other things flew in a cloud of dust and the smell of death.
Animus felt spent, as if he had just ran a small marathon, far from exhausted but panting and sweating profusely. Quickly he forced himself to the stance, visibly shaking he pulled a water canteen from his back and took a large drink, half emptied it as he put it back he began to see more and more undead from the mists... Animus "Show" had cost him dearly, woozing and dizzy the show of force had drained him of much energy.
Animus smirked and sat, lotus position... cleared his thought. Serenity is the key to Battle Meditation. His body shaking in near colapse he meditated to regain his strength.
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