The flow of battle was vastly in thier favor and then it all just seemed to stop, a voice was heard inside everyone's head. The enemy for what they were worth all began convulsing and collasped to the ground jerking about and screaming in death throws with not a single mark upon them. The shadow was the source, his power was great to affect so many at once but it clearly drained him to near collapse. This was the issue of mortal flesh containing and expending to much power to quickly, more specificly celestial power.<br/><br/>The power of Gods was different than the power man finds in the world. That power was tailored for the body of man and no matter how much the body could survive. The power of the Gods, Marcus knew all to well, was a step above all else and could not be released in full fury without great damage to self.<br/>Marcus learned that the hard way many years ago battling an old nemesis, he won the battle but was in such a state that he had to sleep twice as long to recover from the damage to his body.<br/><br/>"Cain, is it? You may want to rein in your temper more next time. I know they deserved this but to die in the process serves little the purpose the Gods have for you."