The Bulwark of the Weak stands tall, standing upon the destroyed wreckage of the UES Contact Light, welding his large emerald green sword that looks about as large as a human's entire body, blue and green aura of energy floating gracefully around his form as his charms blow in the wind, his torn red robes flutter against the warm firey air around the wreckage

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His singular cyclopic eye shines with streaming energy, silence speaks louder then words, he isn't giving you a choice...