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Jellyfisherson seemed unintimidated by this devevelopment. The strange orange aura began to surround it again. It blurred like a television losing its reception, and then simply vanished.
Except that it didn't.
It merely lost what made it what it was. It dropped to the floor, no longer moving. It was just a jellyfish. A normal, red jellyfish. A jellyfish with no powers, no abilities, nothing.
An evil sort of laugh could not be heard. It could, however, be felt, as if your brain manged to interpret the signals without your ears picking up anything.
Zink immediately lost his improved strength and speed. He was now physically what he was before. Mentally, however, he was not. He still wanted, needed, the deaths of these intruders, and was willing to go to any length to achieve it.
He was not afraid, even though he lost his abilities. In fact, It did not bother him at all. He knew he was dead. There was no way he was going to survive this fight. He knew this. However, there was something... some part of him... that though that maybe, just maybe, his death would be for the best. That his death would not be the end, nor would it be a beginning. It would merely be an intermission of sorts, a short break before the beginning of a climatic second act.
He did not know why he thought this.
But he did.
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