"Heh-heh, abominable, is it? Couldn't be me," the Man in White snickered,
"Still, the advantage is I'm not about to worry about indigestion any time soon!"
Producing a familiar katchin staff, he daringly prodded Sasheem's gut.
"By the way, you still hangin' in there, Old Timer? "
As Mauroc's spell was executed, the Man in White turned and kicked up his staff. A sharp whine through the metal exploded into a swirling aura that shrouded the weapon, and in a flash, he parried each of the magical chains and swat them aside.
"Hey Moron! I got a riddle for you!" Across the distance, he pointed the end of the weapon to the fused Threshling overlords. Behind him, it seemed as if the ends of the chains were struck by a second, hidden blow, as under the swirling force of
Kaiten they all crumpled on an inwards trajectory into one another, tangling into a massive orb of red-and-black steel links that hit the ground...and kicked up dust. It stood stationary, twisting like a winch as as it kept spinning in place, and winding more and more of the accumulated material out of the portals and into itself.
"What has three planets, a big fat mouth, one big eye, and can't do squat on his home turf?"
Choking up his grip with the
Bear's Strength, with a malicious grin he point the staff straight back at him.
"Take this! TOUSHIN METEOR LINE-DRIVE!"
Then he swung the staff into the building-sized rollup of chains, and with a burst of
Zanshin Touki sent the chainlink ball straight back where it came from with such force that a metallic echo shook the sky and carried through the horizon of the Threshling World.