Never Again (Phakk, Invite)

As Shakuhachi threw fired off his homing grenade, he would hear a chuckle inside his mind, as the grin sharper than razor wire on the being's face grew that much wider. The entire corridor plunged into darkness, as it readied to show him exactly how fruitless such a thing as fighting oblivion was- And then there was a flash of white from behind the Namekian, as all of the symbols winked out at once with enough of an explosion from each as to momentarily bathe them in  light. Before this sudden onslaught, the darkness of the corridor melted away with a horrific screech, revealing the figure staring up at him, smile... diminishing this time. 

A hand comes up as a ball of blackest void  appears in her palm and explodes  towards he Namekian, but as the light shone and with the suddenness of... whatever it was that had happened, all the ball found itself able to do is be swallowed  completely by the incoming attack from the Namekian. That maw opens with a screech of rage at that, as the dark begins to surge forth once more, the light fading... but too late. With a krakaTHOOM, the attack lands solidly into the centre mass of this creature. Its body seemed to sort of... explode for a moment,  appearing all over the place in a flickering mess, screeching all the while. 

An then... it was over. The ark faded, and from that cocoon off shadow, Phakk appeared in her dress, body rapidly returning to normal. Her eyes, once a blazing orange of contempt and hatred, reverted  to the  usual sparkling green... aaaand she promptly fell over. 
???  Attempts to use an ability, but is blocked!
??? Instead uses Corruptive Touch, a 9,600 PL attack that is thoroughly TROUNCED.
??? takes 214% damage and, in its weakened state, is shunted out of control.
Phakk returns! Unconscious.

"Mm... go 'way... wanna... sleep." She protests sleepily to his nudging, the woman curling up on the dirt strewn rubble, no hint or remainder of the massacre or flesh that had originally covered this hallway. Despite the ambient heat from the desert, she shivered where she lay, attempting to hide herself in the dark. She really didn't want to get up. Her entire body hurt, and the whispers at the back of her mid were so loud. She just... she needed to focus. To make sure she was able to push it back again. After all, it was her that let it ou- Let it out. "Oh no." The woman's eyes snap open with alarm as she sits up, looking around in a panic. 

"I-i-i-" She starts, frantically checking over the Namekian, yet too afraid to touch him. Upon seeing that he wasn't a...  meat puppet, or dead, she visibly relaxes, sagging back down to the dirt. "Phew. Okay. I... sorry. I'm n-not sure what h-happened, but I'm glad you're o-okay." She raises a hand to stop the inevitable question. "I... Don't r-really want to talk about it. My magic i-is... unique, and sometimes h-has a mind of its own. I'm... sorry for anything that might have happened, but... it scares me. And I don't want to focus on it." That was probably really rude, but as of that moment, Phakk didn't care. She was struggling to just stay there. She needed to- needed to focus.

Phakk sighed in relief at the healing surge through her body, a lot of the soreness seeming to clear up under the Namekian's touch. Glancing up as he speaks, she cringes lightly in response, before nodding mutely. She knew she should have had a better answer for him, but... not even she knew. Not really. The only people that did were her family, and for some reason... Phakk was afraid to ask them. Because she knew the answer. Knew what they would try and turn her into. And frankly, she had no interest in that. Embracing such... darkness, anger and pain never seemed like a good thing. And while she loved them with all her heart, and was grateful for being freed from her self imposed exile, it wasn't as if she didn't expect the debt she had accrued on accident to eventually come knocking. 

She watched silently as Shaku flew off, the girl waiting until he was out of sight and sense range before finally moving to stand up. Glancing back through the temple, she frowned. This place had affected her. Odd... symbols, she remembered. Just another mystery, the girl supposed, that she would need to figure out. Before something irreversible happened. Before the dark caught up. Before she lost herself to it. With a frown and a sigh, the girl floats up and away, leaving the ruin of the pyramid to crumble for now.

Phakk exits!
WC total: 3,114