<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/86/Dallas_DevilLord.jpg/539px-Dallas_DevilLord.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/>He felt the air shift around him as his rippled crimson frame buckled above her. Confident, though Drath'tor still didn't know what to expect from this Goddess. Stella was proving to be more resilient than that feeble Irelia. Concentration drifted from his building momentum to her reaction. She was up to something. A desperate defense maybe. <br/><br/><em>Oh, no. No, you don't...</em><br/><br/>He hissed his incantation as best he could while concentrating on keeping his form as overbearing as possible. <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"<strong><em>Kaak'rin... murrukan duuss-h'raast!</em></strong>"</span> <br/><br/>His voice seemed to echo faintly around, off-beat within a strange ominous harmony. Straining his focus between ploughing her and the gathering energy, it was time to adjust strategy. His eyes lit in a sudden white flash as a purple swirl of power seeped from him. Like heavy mist and fog, first crawling across the ground where their bodies were joined, it climbed up around his hulking frame to escape beyond his wrenching back muscles. It had been quite some time since he has had to reawaken his powers like this. It wasn't quite as effective as he remembered it being in the oblivion and his occasional trespasses through the mortal plane. <br/><br/>It would take getting used to in these realms. Time to build upon the mental muscles he hadn't used in ages. Still, his mounting pressure building up began to bleed from him while fueling his power slowly. How long has it been in the mortal plane since he's had to use the Dark Kuro form? Centuries? To see how it would fare against this Godling would be intriuging, to say the least.<br/><br/><br/></span><hr/><em>Drath'tor uses Siphon Pleasure!: 2d12= <strong>15</strong> vs 8</em>: Success!<br/>Pleasure Roll: 1d20=<strong>9</strong>