"Don't worry, Elias," you reassure him. "You've got me now, and that's all you should need to handle this daemon problem." There are a lot of them, but nothing you can see is more powerful, individually, than you, and even amassed together, all they are is a target-rich environment. "Speaking of which, we have another wave coming this way. Ready to go?"
"Wait--"
Without waiting for more of a reply, you slap a hand on the Inquisitor's shoulder, and teleport up to the battlefield with him. He lashes out reflexively, and it has about as much effect on you as the rest of his attempts have. You ignore him for a moment to survey thed situation.
The space marine and guys with lasers have done a fine job with the mopping up; there are only a few curses straggling about still. It's a simple matter to pop or crush them, and leave a blank slate for the incoming...
"Ah. There they are." Elias looks around at your words, and his eyes widen at the sight of the horde of curses--daemons--bearing down on you. It's a lot. A few thousand, mostly weak, but there's something in there that looks like a first-grade curse. You make a brief show of stretching and popping your neck, and then continue:
"All right, watch closely." The daemons are all conveniently in a mass, rather than spread out; this makes things easy for you. You use all the handsigns, all the words, and gather all the power to it that you possibly can, for the widest, deepest, coolest effect. Aiming is a laughably simple matter when there's a large mass and no obstacle between the two of you to worry about.
Elias does as instructed, and you can tell that he's committing everything to memory, as if he might be able to replicate what you are doing; sucks to be him, but you would know if he were a Gojo descendant, with the same cursed technique as you. It would be written all over him, just as it is with you.
With so many people in the universe now, you wonder if there is another Six Eyes out there. Another Limiteless. Surely there must be. Statistically speaking. There must be. Right?
[] Stick a pin in that for later.
[] Actually, never mind; it's not worth worrying about.
[] Something elese? (Write in.)
The others on the field have noticed you now, the crackling of power, the build-up of cursed energy, the way it flares around you and through you, until you are ready, finally, to launch it:
"Hollow Purple."
The power you have generated is staggering, literally; it shakes the air and the ground, and Elias has to brace himself not to fall over. The guys with lasers do fall over, about half of them. The space marine's power armour must be heavy enough to anchor him somewhat, because he seems unshaken, but he is now coming your way.
Your Hollow Purple tears through the daemons, disintegrating the bulk of the horde, leaving only stragglers--and the first-grade, who was canny enough to get out of the way.
Shame.
Or is it?
[] You were hoping to exorcise them all. Pout about it.
[] Actually, this is an opportunity to show off some more.
-[] Snipe the first-grade with Red.
-[] Crush it--and then the rest--with Blue.
-[] Forget that, time for an old-fashioned bare-handed beatdown.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
Elias is staring, alternately at you, and at the massive hole where an army used to be. You can practically see the gears turning in his head, and can't help but wonder what conclusions he's coming to.
