The Nine-Tails roars in pain and shudders, as the attack's force rips through him, but only fazes him momentarily, even though his body shudders as the implosion fails to take hold. Large patches of his fur have been burned or ripped away, and his skin is bloodied and raw in many places, and he's breathing heavily. "Fine. Enough play," he rumbles, and begins drawing in power, much like Draiss did, the ground cracking beneath him. "I am through toying with you, little rat."<br/><br/>Pieces of his skin begins to rip and flay away, mostly where he's most injured, revealing a twisting mass of reddish-black energy beneath his skin; even a casual inspection tells him that it is anything but pleasant, and undoubtedly not native to Faerie. He hurls himself through the air, landing a ways away from Draiss, turning to face him, and ripping up the soil as he does so, his tails snapping towards him; at the end of their snap, they unleash bolts of this dark energy, full of malevolence and hatred, as opposed to his 'pure' darkness, three aimed at him, the remaining six at the surrounding area, in case he dodges.