RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
Space in the path of the axe was easily cleaved through like a hot knife through butter. Their end? None other than Ryuk's remaining arm, as the Warrior's eyes flared with devilish grey light.
But then, Ryuk clenched his teeth as a hint of madness flashed in his depths.
"GO AND DIE!" he screamed out in anger as his loosely hanging hand immediately rejoined itself.
He stretched his fingers out toward the approaching axe, forming the shape of a gun before he murmured:
"Activate Annunaki Oblivion."
The instant those words were mentioned, a low hum vibrated from Ryuk's finger, which twanged like a conductor drawing forth something ancient and wrong.
Space in front of his path rippled, and at the centre of its distortion, a tiny dot of darkness appeared—a tide of black, shimmering nanites pouring out from Ryuk's finger in a slow, unnatural, spiked form.
