Roland/Karkat smile, "Beauty? You are a poor, misguided spirit. Beauty is nothing but a mere lie, fabricated by the mind. The air you breath as we speak is impure, currupted by its brother. The carbon in the air. Face it, your goal is, by nature, unobtainable."
She feels the dust around her slowly clump together, and separate. Each clump is formed, the dust vanishes as it is turnned to rocks of the most basic materials, making them 100% pure.
Then he procedes to pelt her with Rocks.
An omnipotent being, pelting a giant cue ball with Rocks. Albiet at almost supersonic speeds.
OoC: Iron is magnetic. Most magnets are iron.
Diane looks at Four, "What should we do? Chances are one of us might die... unless..."
OoC: Tell me, what is the scale made of? If it is made of any material, or even Spirit, it can be cut by Diane.
However, that would tip the scale in someone's favor.
And its late here. How soon will this end?