[Skeletor's eyes light up in frustration when Moonlight manages to hold back his attack. Leaning forward, the beam of energy widens as he pours more power into it. For all the strength Moonlight had expended, he had barely scratched the surface of his own reserves and as he continues to batter at her feeble defenses one thing becomes starkly clear: whatever happened to the portal, she was never going to defeat him alone. She was never even a threat to him.
Another explosion rocks the building, forcing him to raise an arm to shield himself from the force and when he lowers it he's alone on the rooftop. Snarling, he looks around at his creation but even now he can tell it's unsalvageable. All that time and work... lost. It's infuriating but... at the very least, he's rid himself of one of those accursed heroes. Sweeping his cloak around, he turns to leave as another of the griffons alights on the building when a faint glimmer catches his eye.]
Hm? [Pausing for a moment, he walks toward the object and reaches down to pick up one half of Moonlight's Precure Seed studying it in his clawed hand.] Interesting. Perhaps this night was not a complete failure after all.
[There's no time to stand around and muse about future plots, however, and he clenches his fist around the small gem before swinging up onto the griffon's back. With a sharp cry, the beast spreads its wings and takes to the air, carrying its master away from the battleground and Cologne's final resting place....]
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Another explosion rocks the building, forcing him to raise an arm to shield himself from the force and when he lowers it he's alone on the rooftop. Snarling, he looks around at his creation but even now he can tell it's unsalvageable. All that time and work... lost. It's infuriating but... at the very least, he's rid himself of one of those accursed heroes. Sweeping his cloak around, he turns to leave as another of the griffons alights on the building when a faint glimmer catches his eye.]
Hm? [Pausing for a moment, he walks toward the object and reaches down to pick up one half of Moonlight's Precure Seed studying it in his clawed hand.] Interesting. Perhaps this night was not a complete failure after all.
[There's no time to stand around and muse about future plots, however, and he clenches his fist around the small gem before swinging up onto the griffon's back. With a sharp cry, the beast spreads its wings and takes to the air, carrying its master away from the battleground and Cologne's final resting place....]