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[Two of the purple-clad, skull-wearing men appeared from behind a nearby pillar, as Pixal squirmed uncomfortably in their grasp. This infuriated Zane and his eyes began to glow a fierce blue.
"Zane!" She whimpered.
"Let her go…" He growled.
"I would love to, but Master Chen has plans for her," Clouse mused smugly. "and for you."
"I said, let her go…" Zane angrily echoed his previous statement.
Clouse, highly amused by this reaction and hoping to push it further, stared the nindroid down with a sinister grin. With another clap of his hands, one of the men twisted Pixal's arm behind her back, eliciting an unbearable cry of pain. Ice began to form in spikes along Zane's shoulders and trailed down his back. Even as the ice came around and entreated upon Clouse's personal space, he didn't flinch, in fact he clapped his hands again. On command, the man twisted her arm even further. Pixal screamed. She couldn't stop the tears from falling and she looked to Zane bravely.
"I am okay." She said weakly.
"I am giving you one final warning…" Zane bellowed, his eyes narrowing furiously. "Let. Her. Go!"
Clouse chuckled and this time, gave a short, high-pitched whistle. Suddenly, the other man – who thus far had done nothing – pulled out a portable circular saw from behind his back. With the press of a button, the saw surged to life, and before they knew where they were, the man had sliced through Pixal's shoulder. As her now severed arm hit the ground, she let out a piercing shriek of such magnitude that both the men holding her, and Clouse, dropped to their knees and covered their ears from the awful noise. Zane was filled with horror. He ran over and caught her as she fell, still wailing from the excruciating pain she was in. He tried to comfort her, but as the tears began to fall from his eyes and onto her face, he was too overwhelmed to be of any use.
"Pixal…" He wept, helplessly watching the sparks fly out from her shoulder. "Do not worry, we will get you out of here, we will fix your arm; everything will be alright."
"I-I am o-o-kay…" She mumbled, before shutting down from the intense pain.
He pulled her close and apologised profusely. He picked up her disconnected limb, his eyes still full of tears, and tucked it safely in his uniform. He lifted her in his arms and stood up, desperately looking around for an exit. With her debilitating cries stopped at the source, Clouse and the two men were no longer incapacitated.
"Now that you know what we are capable of, perhaps we can arrange the conditions of your surrender." Clouse sneered confidently as he got up.
"You declare war, and then immediately expect me to submit to you?" Zane muttered, not looking at the arrogant man behind him.
"What other choice do you have?" Clouse pompously asked. "There are hundreds of men here on the island, all under my command; you are outnumbered."
In an instant, Zane's head turned 180 degrees and his eyes began to glow white with hatred.
"You tried to destroy my world, allow me to return the favour!"
Zane realigned his head to the correct position and he let out an echoing, anguished roar. An arctic wind began to blow violently in the room. Wave after wave of uneven ice fragments jutted up from the ground by his feet. The two minions shoved their way through the heavy main doors and ran like frostbitten cats. Even Clouse opted to cut and run as the ice spread out and swallowed the floor in jagged clusters.
The polar mist circled around Zane and Pixal, and hardened to create a spherical shield. More shards shot upwards and outwards, going clean through the high ceiling of the room they were in and breaking the thick pillars like toothpicks. He stormed out the main doors just as the building came crashing in on itself. He went in search of Clouse, lashing out at anyone who came near him. He made his way through the swathes of minions ordered to take him out and sent every one of them flying with his glacial spikes.
The tears continued to pour down his cheeks and froze into crystal droplets before they fell. He deftly held Pixal close and endeavoured to find an escape. Everywhere he looked, he saw unfamiliar buildings and more angry peons, and soon he realised they were on an island so isolated that there was nothing but ocean on the horizon. Swallowed by his unwavering anger, Zane proceeded to lay waste to everything on the island, consumed by the desire to cause as much destruction as possible. Icicles fired in all directions like pointed quills that pushed back the wave of oncoming enemies, followed by large hail stones that broke through walls and brought down several smaller buildings.
Clouse meanwhile was watching the devastation from a safe vantage point...]

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[Two of the purple-clad, skull-wearing men appeared from behind a nearby pillar, as Pixal squirmed uncomfortably in their grasp. This infuriated Zane and his eyes began to glow a fierce blue.
"Zane!" She whimpered.
"Let her go…" He growled.
"I would love to, but Master Chen has plans for her," Clouse mused smugly. "and for you."
"I said, let her go…" Zane angrily echoed his previous statement.
Clouse, highly amused by this reaction and hoping to push it further, stared the nindroid down with a sinister grin. With another clap of his hands, one of the men twisted Pixal's arm behind her back, eliciting an unbearable cry of pain. Ice began to form in spikes along Zane's shoulders and trailed down his back. Even as the ice came around and entreated upon Clouse's personal space, he didn't flinch, in fact he clapped his hands again. On command, the man twisted her arm even further. Pixal screamed. She couldn't stop the tears from falling and she looked to Zane bravely.
"I am okay." She said weakly.
"I am giving you one final warning…" Zane bellowed, his eyes narrowing furiously. "Let. Her. Go!"
Clouse chuckled and this time, gave a short, high-pitched whistle. Suddenly, the other man – who thus far had done nothing – pulled out a portable circular saw from behind his back. With the press of a button, the saw surged to life, and before they knew where they were, the man had sliced through Pixal's shoulder. As her now severed arm hit the ground, she let out a piercing shriek of such magnitude that both the men holding her, and Clouse, dropped to their knees and covered their ears from the awful noise. Zane was filled with horror. He ran over and caught her as she fell, still wailing from the excruciating pain she was in. He tried to comfort her, but as the tears began to fall from his eyes and onto her face, he was too overwhelmed to be of any use.
"Pixal…" He wept, helplessly watching the sparks fly out from her shoulder. "Do not worry, we will get you out of here, we will fix your arm; everything will be alright."
"I-I am o-o-kay…" She mumbled, before shutting down from the intense pain.
He pulled her close and apologised profusely. He picked up her disconnected limb, his eyes still full of tears, and tucked it safely in his uniform. He lifted her in his arms and stood up, desperately looking around for an exit. With her debilitating cries stopped at the source, Clouse and the two men were no longer incapacitated.
"Now that you know what we are capable of, perhaps we can arrange the conditions of your surrender." Clouse sneered confidently as he got up.
"You declare war, and then immediately expect me to submit to you?" Zane muttered, not looking at the arrogant man behind him.
"What other choice do you have?" Clouse pompously asked. "There are hundreds of men here on the island, all under my command; you are outnumbered."
In an instant, Zane's head turned 180 degrees and his eyes began to glow white with hatred.
"You tried to destroy my world, allow me to return the favour!"
Zane realigned his head to the correct position and he let out an echoing, anguished roar. An arctic wind began to blow violently in the room. Wave after wave of uneven ice fragments jutted up from the ground by his feet. The two minions shoved their way through the heavy main doors and ran like frostbitten cats. Even Clouse opted to cut and run as the ice spread out and swallowed the floor in jagged clusters.
The polar mist circled around Zane and Pixal, and hardened to create a spherical shield. More shards shot upwards and outwards, going clean through the high ceiling of the room they were in and breaking the thick pillars like toothpicks. He stormed out the main doors just as the building came crashing in on itself. He went in search of Clouse, lashing out at anyone who came near him. He made his way through the swathes of minions ordered to take him out and sent every one of them flying with his glacial spikes.
The tears continued to pour down his cheeks and froze into crystal droplets before they fell. He deftly held Pixal close and endeavoured to find an escape. Everywhere he looked, he saw unfamiliar buildings and more angry peons, and soon he realised they were on an island so isolated that there was nothing but ocean on the horizon. Swallowed by his unwavering anger, Zane proceeded to lay waste to everything on the island, consumed by the desire to cause as much destruction as possible. Icicles fired in all directions like pointed quills that pushed back the wave of oncoming enemies, followed by large hail stones that broke through walls and brought down several smaller buildings.
Clouse meanwhile was watching the devastation from a safe vantage point...]

www.fanfiction.net/s/13136600/…