Pullio struggles to his feet, ripping free of the shadowy chains. His silver eyes gaze upon the tear, curiosity blazing through the madness. The barbarian looks at the wolves that stand by him, then back up to the tear. His right hand scratches Mystic, then Shadow. "Stay," He orders, and walks up to the tear. He looks into it, staring into the inky blackness of the Beyond. HE looks behind it and sees nothing. Hell, the fool even reaches his hand into the tear, the tear that the evil cyborg had torn open. The berserker turns and shrugs, "Nothing." He looks back into it and scratches his beard,<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what this is for, since it seems worthless.</span>He heads back to the wolves.<br/><br/>PORTAL:<br/><br/>A giant hand reaches out and wraps around Pullio, the fierce grip of the darkness almost completely immobilizes the mighty warrior. IT rips him into the portal before one can say Naturwissenschaften.<br/><br/>PULLIO:<br/><br/>Pullio, as he is lifted up by the shadow, brings Triana down on the "fingers" of the massive hand that is wrapped around him. Triana shatters, sending shards of the massive blade in every direction. It even sends the handle flying out of his grasp. Pullio, now unarmed, stares at the handle with such a look of shock, that all of the will to fight immediately leaves him.<br/><br/>The portal slams shut right after Pullio is pulled through, leaving no chance for anyone rescuing or dumb leaping after him.