"... Um... Dumbass... You DO realize we are in the middle of the best magic sink in existence right?"<br/><br/>He gestured to the walls, as he stood up and started walking toward him, though he was gesturing to what was beyond them. "Limbo, created when a much, much, MUCH more pure Beyonder than either or even both of us was damaged beyond its ability to compensate. The material planes built the Limbo around it, like a clot forming around a wound, and the Beyonder eventually when dormant."<br/><br/>He glanced around behind the delusional human, looking at Lelouch. "Are you done stabbing him, cause it doesn't appear to be working. If you don't have a better idea, why don't you let me try the old fashioned way, before we start doing things the fun and unorthodox ways?"<br/><br/>He grinned at the former human, and then held out his left arm, looking away as he uttered five... sounds that the material plane rejected even as he spoke them, and his arm seemed to spontaneously combust. He grimaced slightly, before sighing. "So, looks like it still needs some work done. I think my arm is gone, but this should be more than enough to screw you over. Balefire, for the uninitiated, a gift, if you will excuse the sarcasm, from the Beyonders. Not sure what it does for them, but what it does for us material plane beings is that it retroactively deletes the part of you that gets hit. For the less technical layman description, it kills you before it hits. And this isn't a product of magic, it is a substance, no different from fire, earth, or all the other ones, and is even self stable for up to an hour. This one will likely last... oh, say... ten minutes?"<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, and then forced the shell of balefire a slight distance from his deleted flesh, before speaking twelve more sounds like before. "There, that should do it. Shall we test your theory about being able to unmake me, and what happens if you get hurt? Cause I think you are taking the horsepiss. But I think that about almost everything."