Gustav finally got very serious.
He grabbed Nocturnis by the throat, kneed him in the stomach, shattering the deity's physical form into shadow dust.
He punched the dust, forcing it back into shape.
He slammed Nocturnis into an exploding nebula.
He crashed him through three orbiting planetoids.
He ripped a hole in space and smashed Nocturnis through it, letting him fall out the other side like garbage.
He teleported in front of the falling deity, grabbed him, and—
SLAM!
Drove him into the remains of a dying star.
The star flared wildly, devouring Nocturnis in white-blue plasma.
Gustav pulled him out before he disintegrated completely.
Only to slam him again.
Finally…
Nocturnis lay floating in space, broken, shriveled, barely holding form.
His once endless shadow aura flickered dimly.
"Fifty percent…" Nocturnis whispered. His voice was hoarse, weak and defeated.
"You're only… at fifty percent…"
Gustav hovered above him, eyes leveling calmly.
