Crone, The Reborn (cont. Violent, Death)

Crone would hold up a shard of his sword up to his face. "A foolish Equestrian. Watch as I will do your kind a favor and putting your down." The eyes around them would stop moving and would stare intently.  The Executioner would laugh at his claim. "As if I'd lose to a bunch of monsters! Look at him! Emboldened! My... How utterly brave you are." She would laugh as several "solar" guards. These people are being fraudulent!  It was true that she was stronger now but it was time to put a stop to this. Crone would slowly run toward them as he would dodge one of the knights by sticking a sword through his helmet. The jagged, broken sword would peirce his head easily. Crone pulled the blade out as a knight would take a swing at Crone.  The blade would spark off of Crone's blade. He would use his free sword to sweep the man's feet. His head hitting a rock on the way down.  "Witness Us." The monsters light would disappear around them. Bodies would fall all around them as souls would swirl within Crone's heart. Thousands of souls would ominously move within his body. Crone would start to move a lot faster as a knight would go to swing but Crone would slice off the knights  fingers. The stallion would go to his knees as he looked up at Crone with pleading eyes. Crone would give a sad sigh as he would stab him through the head like the other. "I do not forgive your crimes. Beg for mercy. It won't help." He mentioned to the spear wielding knight.  The Executioner would laugh at his prodding. "King or not. Don't kid yourself. You aren't worthy of a crown." The Executioner would slowly move toward him as the blood beneath him would tremble.  Crone would shake his head. "So be it." He would drop his swords into the sinking blood below as thousands of souls were deposited into his body. Crone would say some words as he produce green lightning from his hands to push her back. It would sort of work and just enough to continue. The Blood beneath him would creep up his body and would cover every inch with blood like a cocoon. The Cocoon would sit there a moment before the lady got up. The mare would look in shock and awe. The cocoon was already being opened slowly. He could feel it: the warmth of many. Crone would slide the the cocoon slowly open to show his clear pale skin like a ghoul that stood before them. Out stood a barefooted Crone, ready for what came next. His arms were toned but smaller. Him in general looked young and more akin to an equestrian. Hair would grow upon his bald head. The gray mane grew rapidly as it grew down to his chest and white fur would grow before the Executioner's eyes. Crones eyes would grow in and blue would have overtaken then whites. A dark blue void amongst the already blue eyes. He looked quite young like he is supposed to be in his twenties.  The Executioner would gently shake as he would Leer over at her. He couldn't speak so he would speak into her mind. "Hello, Equine. Beautiful day, is it not?" Crone's real body would laugh slowly. His voice sounded feminine and youthful.  Crone's back would open up to two large blue yet decrepit arms that would grab his own shoulders. These looked like his former arms and inside the body was something looming. The arms raised into the air as he began to chant and would run at the mare. The Executioner would ready her spear to run at him with force but misses him by inches. Crone would socked the Executioner in the face after her miss. This would fling the knight back some. Crone would laugh at her dryly. The Executioner would laugh. She would run at Crone and would start wailing on him as he would block those hits to get punched into the side. Crone would then get uppercutted as he was recoiled back some. Crone's back would open up like some sort of zipper. He would have finished his chant as his giant hands would shoot out intense lightning at the lady as it would blast her with an intense shock. Her armor would have had a giant dent in the chest if the armor. Suddenly he was in her face and smashing her face in. Nearly punching her teeth into her thoat. Blood staining his newfound white coat. The Executioner would fall to her knees as Crone would Chant until he held out his arms. The giant arms would charge something until it shot out a massive amount of magic to completely vaporize the mare. All but her armored feet. The blood in the air subsided and the world went normal again. The giant arms retreated into his back. Crone would line up the bodies and give their individual souls back. This feeling...? It was hard to say. Confidence it seems.