[The move is tactical, clever – except that by announcing himself, Tyki is expecting a violence retaliation. He moves fluidly one step back. The jar sails past his head, a projectile that shatters in an explosion of glass against the wall behind him, raining onto the floor. It's only when the boy comes after him with the weapon that the smile stretches across his mouth in a warped and darker expression of pleasure.

Now that is what he was hoping for.

The demolished jar crunches beneath his feet as he moves to meet Gen, one hand raised to catch the wrist of the arm swung at him – this same hand now gloved in a black, slick liquid that, when it closes over Gen's wrist, will feel impossibly and inhumanly strong. It stops the momentum of the mace inches from his own chest.]

There's nothing fun in it when they don't fight back. Makes it too easy.

[Using this grasp of Dark Matter, Tyki pushes back, reversing the arc of that assault so the head of the mace is brought to a halt halfway between them.]

I could take this weapon from you and smash that Hourglass around your throat to pieces. How are you going to stop me?