Half of their power back? Emet-Selch can feel his power surge and he feels a lot more himself than he realises. This is what he's been missing all this time. It's not quite his full power but it will be enough to wipe out the Grimm (or so he thinks).
Of course, powerful spells don't just happen. He will let others distract the creature while he lifts a hand and begins to channel his power.
Two large, thick, monstrous arms emerge out of his back, tipped with long and lethal-looking claws. Red ley lines whirl around the left arm - vibrant, vermillion traceries with little off-shoots that resemble leaves on a vine. Those sensitive to Bios will realise that he's preparing something immense. Dark, swirling energy with a vibrant core gathers before his clawed hand, above his head, while the other holds up a simple shield to deflect lasers that shoot his way. When his power reaches its climax, he snaps out tersely.
"Stand clear!"
The casting claw slams down against the floor. His swirling vortex of energy slams against the Grimm. Darkness consumes; light stagnates recovery. The creature is devoured over the course of a minute and its howls grate upon the ears. In short order, there's only a smoking, charred machine left. Emet-Selch's mouth curves up in satisfaction. But his pleasure is short-lived.
The smouldering Grimm twitches. Then starts to stand. And that's when Emet-Selch realises that he has no more energy for another powerful spell.
-1 GRIMM LIFE (rip Emet's Bios)
Of course, powerful spells don't just happen. He will let others distract the creature while he lifts a hand and begins to channel his power.
Two large, thick, monstrous arms emerge out of his back, tipped with long and lethal-looking claws. Red ley lines whirl around the left arm - vibrant, vermillion traceries with little off-shoots that resemble leaves on a vine. Those sensitive to Bios will realise that he's preparing something immense. Dark, swirling energy with a vibrant core gathers before his clawed hand, above his head, while the other holds up a simple shield to deflect lasers that shoot his way. When his power reaches its climax, he snaps out tersely.
"Stand clear!"
The casting claw slams down against the floor. His swirling vortex of energy slams against the Grimm. Darkness consumes; light stagnates recovery. The creature is devoured over the course of a minute and its howls grate upon the ears. In short order, there's only a smoking, charred machine left. Emet-Selch's mouth curves up in satisfaction. But his pleasure is short-lived.
The smouldering Grimm twitches. Then starts to stand. And that's when Emet-Selch realises that he has no more energy for another powerful spell.