Sion crashed through the glass ceiling of the control center, his Lionara Gauntlets and Greaves appearing in a flash of glory. He had a multi-colored aura enshrouding him. His power returned to him and he knew it was time to let Uriah and the Flux know; Sion is alive and well.
"Hello gentlemen, how are you today?" Sion laughed deviously, catching the Flux guard's attention. He raised his eyebrow, he never saw anyone of the Flux in person. Clearly excited, Sion grinned. "Man they weren't playing, you guys look vicious as hell!"
The Fluxians looked at each other, and then Sion. "You are in direct violation of Law 615, Paragraph A, Section 4; any breach in restricted area will result in immediate execution," one guard said, his golden battle armor spawning and his mechanical blades jutting out of his forearms. The rest did the same; Sion counted a total of nine guards.
Sion frowned, adopting a battle stance. "Let's go," he muttered, before lunging forth rather aggressive. As the nine guards quickly dispersed, Sion decided to take on two, dodging a couple quick stabs, before executing and landing a heavy upper cut to one guard, then a power kick to the other.
((Remember; Have fun with the fight sequences. We can do team attacks, silly stuff, anything you want as long as its within sensible proportion. Its not a contest to see who can kill the most. use your imagination :D ))
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