Alex snarled and covered his ears as the solid wall of sound hit him, and he was thrown backwards off his feet. The surface of much of his body was blown backwards and lost its shape and texture, for a moment revealing him for what he really was, a homogenous, formless mass of pure Blacklight virus. Roling as he hit the ground, he regained his feet, leaning forward on his hands to keep his balance.
"What's the matter, can't handle getting up close and personal?" He shouted as his clothes and face reformed. "Fine, I don't need to!" He slammed one fist down on the concrete hard enough to punch throuhg, and there was a sound of churning, shifting soil for a few seconds. Then a nest of 12 foot long spikes of slick biomass, pulsing with thick red veins ripped from the ground at all angles, directly beneath Raziel's feet.
