<div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/2125/duskq.jpg)</div><br/>((3m Spider Pounce Technique))<br/><br/>The Abyssal's body suddenly lurched forward, the force of effort taking her up into the air and over the battleground and blockade.  As the voices within her screamed through her mind, her eyes showed only death, destruction as she became an incarnation of despair.  As she came back down, the soulsteel creaked and moaned with the voices of a scale of trapped souls.<br/><br/>The skulls on each side of her grand goremaul almost seemed to grin as the fray began.  She soon located her target as she took to the sky once again, leaving a thick clump of torn dirt in the tundra from her landing.  The four demons doing some kind of evil dance drew her ire the moment she saw them, sending her in that direction.<br/><br/>Somewhere deep within herself, she almost felt some sort of pity for them.  Not because they were going to be broken and discarded, but because they were weak, fragile compared to herself and unable to withstand the assault that she could bring to bear.  The faint pangs of regret were easily washed away by the hordes of shouting whispers deep within her mind, but it briefly reminded her of another time she was letting herself forget.<br/><br/>She lifted the soulsteel sledgehammer far over her head, so that as she came back down towards one of the four, her heavy weapon would come crashing down with silent thunder.