While its attention had long been turned to the sky, and its mind too dazed to note much else, that lulling trance was no more. Bathing in the memories of tragedy past, the being now drew on its basest instinct: destroy all threats. Loosening its stance, and readying for the hunt, it sharply gazed at where the water had begun to flow. With narrowed white eyes, it locked on to the growing torrent, and the caster wielding it with hostile intent.<br/><br/>The outstretched blades quickly receded into the being's body, fully masking any trace of humanity as it glared past the wall of water, into Lucas's eyes, with unbridled violence. Quickly raising its claw to the sky, the being poured darkness into a massive version of the original, blotting out the moon in its wake, and leaving little more than black film around its body.<br/><br/>Within moments of taking shape, the conjured claw swung down with immense force, aiming to crush Lucas in a single, overwhelming blow.