[b]Signature Move: Mark of Calamity![/b] *your spinning comes to a halt as i hoist you up in front of me in a telekinetic grip* [i]Vessels. That is what bodies are.[/i] *the grip tightens as the Simons mark on my forehead begins to glow* [i]The others, they argue and squabble over their petty reign, but I am an ancient. The everlasting. I am but a lord of my domain, not king.[/i] *the mark fragments and Mars your humanity and soul. The grip dissipates, you fall from your position* *my body descends, my normal sight is restored* Ah, better.