The fisting continues...

Voldemort wastes no time and casts the killing curse at Reima, the green spell more vivid than any other he'd seen. Reima's expression doesn't change though as he swats it away with the Staff of Manus, the redirected killing curse hitting a nearby Death Eater.

In response to this the surrounding Death Eaters begin to fire various spells at Reima, the barrage lighting up the graveyard as if it were a nightclub or day-time. He focuses his Observation Haki and begins to spin his staff, each spell that's shot at him is deflected. Due to the sheer amount of them he isn't able to deflect them all back to their senders however the few he does manage forces Voldemort to stop them.

Voldemort "STOP! HE IS MINE!" He shouts as he sees his Death Eaters begin to start dropping like flies. They back away when they hear this, with some of his more loyal follows such as Bellaltrix Lestrange, Lucious Malfoy and Corban Yaxley stay at the forefront, despite the risk to themselves.

Reima "You sure? I was enjoying killing those pricks." he states.

Voldemort doesn't reply and transfigures many large stone snakes from the ground, they move at quicker speeds than Reima had expected however as they tried to bite him he punches the first one, causing it's head to explode in a rain of stone fragment-like shrapnel. The others continue to move on him but due to them being slower than the others they glow red and melt into lava at being in his vicinity too long.

Those watching are confused and assume he'd cast a spell of some-sort, not believing his body could simply be just that "hot".

Reima hadn't actually moved an inch yet, his feet still planted firmly on the ground... In small puddles of lava that'd formed under them... He decides to use some of the spells he hadn't had a chance to use in a while. He raises the Staff of Manus and numerous Crystals starts forming mid air, growing into huge blue spears... Voldemort swallows and braces himself as he sees the large amount of spears pointing in his direction...

A flick of his wrist signals their assault as all of the spears shoot in Voldemort direction, he tries to shield himself but a spear passes through his exceedingly powerful Protego like butter, gouging a large hole in his side. Not knowing what to do he drops to the floor in an attempt to dodge the rest, somehow succeeding...

He slowly gets to his feet and points his wand at Reima, "You're spells are useless and ineffective!" he shouts in triumph.

Reima leans his head to the side and points behind Voldemort, the Dark Lord takes a glance behind him and freezes... The Death Eaters that'd be hiding behind him while assuming the safest place was behind their lord are were all eviscerated, their piles of flesh telling the story of what happens to those who put their faith in their master.

Reima "You'd think for someone so infamous in the wizarding world, you'd be way more powerful than this... I mean, that wasn't even one of my stronger spells." he states mockingly.

Voldemort doesn't or maybe can't respond and casts some kind of fire, Reima recognises it to be FiendFyre but isn't scared at all. The flames turn into a huge snake that's around two stories tall and twice as long. "You won't be unscathed after this! NO ONE CAN DEFEAT VOLDE-"

Reima watches the snake try and bite him, however instead of letting it's fiery fangs hit him he punches a hole into it's flaming head. It gives off no resistance as it's still just fire but that wasn't his goal. The snake seems to pulse as it's colour turns Dark Red, this doesn't last long as it's form seems to start getting compressed... No, not compressed, absorbed. The snake is slowly being drawn into Reima's hand, not even ten seconds pass and the snake had completely vanished. The only sign that it ever existed at all is the giant scorch mark in the floor.

Voldemort's composure finally breaks at this, he'd used a lot of his magical reserves to conjure that FiendFyre construct and yet it was destroyed with such ease. He waves his wand and conjures a large stone wall to raise in-front of him while he tries to dismantle whatever hold Reima has over the Anti-Apparition ward.

Reima watches as the wal is build and chuckles, he could just jump over it but he found it incredibly amusing to mess with the "Dark Lord". He shifts the Staff of Manus to his left hand as he channels Armament Haki into his right arm. Without another moment he leaps towards the wall with ridiculous speeds while rearing back his blackened fist.

*BBBAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!*

The result of his punch resembling an earthquake as the thick stone wall turns to rubble and boulder sized chunks that shoot away from him at terminal velocity. They pepper the surrounds of the graveyard like meteorites, causing huge craters to form. A few Death Eaters are turned to mulch as they couldn't escape fast enough but funnily enough, Voldemort is the person least affected by this... The force of Reima's punch not allowing any rubble to go slow enough to drop on him.

Voldemort looks up as the meteor shower happens above him, wondering what kind of god he had angered with his presence... He falls onto his back and tries to scramble away from Reima who's slowly stepping towards him.

Every step of Reima's causing the ground below his feet to melt away into glowing red slag, he can see the skin on Voldemorts face begin to char and blister the closer he gets.

Voldemort is in agonising pain but still resists "EVEN IF YOU KILL ME, I WILL RETURN!" he shouts, his voice echoing throughout the graveyard, along with the stadium broadcasting the events.

Reima chuckles, "Oh, I don't think you'll be returning after this... The funny thing is, you don't even know the best part yet." Voldemort struggles to try and get away but gasps as a searingly hot hand wraps around his throat.

Reima had stabbed the Staff of Manus in the ground to free his hands, "I know about your little trinkets Tom." he says, while finding the fearful look in the Dark Lords eyes incredibly satisfying. "I won't destroy them though... I don't even need to." he mutters as his hand is enveloped in a black and dark red mist... The Dark Hand. Reima's eyes turn pure black as his voice lowers and sounds like multiple people speaking at once. "YOUR SOUL IS MINE!" He exclaims as he plunges his hand into Voldemorts chest, grabbing the shard of whatever is still present of the Dark Lords soul.