As the three Imperialists watched incredulously, the arc of void spread out in a thin but wide arc.
WHOOM!
It was Honed, splitting apart air, reality, and three Zeniths in one stroke, and disappearing just as fast.
It was done.
They were too dumbstruck to know what was happening before their eyes.
Granted, they began flying once they realized the sheer danger that radiated from the purple mass.
But it was too late.
Their lower halves decided to part ways with the upper, slowly separating with a wet squelch.
A moment later, the cut the Void had made needed to be restored.
SSHHHHHHH!
All three of them were smashed together briefly as the deleted matter reformed.
They fell down like little birds shot down from the sky, each one smashing into the ground, barely alive.