Taking a quick glance to the side, Mars watched for just a few moments with gleeful joy as Amalie, too, maneuvered her way across this battlefield, massacring the polar bears that had dared to make an approach with seemingly playful ease. Well, this was the way of the world. You shouldn't pick a fight you cannot possibly win, as far as the Lord of War was concerned, and the victor would, as it was natural, claim what was rightfully theirs, their victory. As far as Mars was concerned, though, he could understand what his vessel thought. The woman made not one redundant move and had a certain ferocity to her that excited the Second Seal. If he could do something, perhaps she would agree to mutual combat one day? The prospect of pure wrath clashing with cold, calculated anger ... no, his excitement was getting the better of him. Though, it seemed that indeed, for a human female, she was of the ... aesthetically pleasing sort, at least from what he had seen ... not that he would know. With a satisfied grin, unaware of the processes within the woman's mind, he turned back to face the rest of them, his head tilting to one side, the single, furiously glowing left eye almost bursting with sparks of pure magic that radiated from the ocular as he observed what was left of the group. There were still a few of those absurdly cretinous animals present, their strength obviously no match for someone like him, but those trees ... seemed like they did possess magical qualities which, if used correctly, could prove to be an annoyance, something the Second Seal would rather avoid. Then there was also that enigmatic man of rather robust, towering stature who had yet to make a move.
But before that ... there was still the creature's to go through. The things at least weren't completely idiotic, though seemingly insensitive to magic and unfamiliar with sensory, working to surround the Lord of War and flank him in a semi-circle, the Seal's eyes shifting back and forth with every bit of movement and every step. It didn't take long before one, with a deep roar, began another charge, all other polar bears following swiftly, the 5 massive animals sprinting forward at the Lord of War and his vessel. Patiently, Mars waited, waited until they had gotten closer just a few seconds later, waiting until, just before they would converge where he was standing and, without doubt, start their furious assault. In a split second reaction, just jumping out of the way of a rather well-aimed strike with a claw, Mars vanished into nothing, his form reappearing from the instantaneous burst of speed high above the ground, standing still as he now hovered in place, overlooking the group of bears that seemed confused, perplexed at the sudden disappearance of their target. "Time tooo ... put an end to this chiiilds plaaay", the vessel's hand lighting up with ink-black flame as he stretched it downward, a projectile of fire shooting off towards the monstrous predators before slamming into the ground, causing a massive burst of scorching heat, a dark inferno to erupt around it, immediately engulfing their forms and swallowing the screams of agony.
The flames and heat did not last long, dying down and vanishing shortly after, the confident smirk vanishing from his expression. To his dismay, the creatures seemed still alive, their fur singed, blackened, their forms hurting, but still, they were alive. Mars grit his teeth. His patience was running short. Without much more hesitation, he snapped his fingers, the curse causing the fingertips to spark with negative energy before, just a moment later, the ground was thrown up in a massive explosion, the polar bears annihilated in an extreme shockwave of pure force, a cloud of smoke, snow and dust covering the area around the now gaping crater in the ground where the bears had been just a second before. The smile returned to Mars' face. Floating back to the ground, Mars landed on his feet gracefully, his eyes once again searching for a target. His regular vision was somewhat impaired by the omnipresent cloud of smoke that had just begun to settle, closing his eyes, letting his sensory do the work for him. For a few moments, he scanned until, suddenly, he ripped open his eyes, whipping around and raising a hand, the invisible shield of force stopping the present just in time, the magical box floating before him briefly before exploding into another cloud of sounds, red and green light and smoke.
This time, the Lord of War had reacted in time though, the present dealing no damage whatsoever. In response, he lifted his paw and- ... his paw? Staring at the extremity, the Lord of War, Second Seal of the Apocalypse was caught completely off guard, sitting there, unmoving, the two eyes, one still glowing with burning magical aura, staring at the slightly lifted, animalistic limb. He shook his head. "Oh come on, you gotta be f-", thinking to himself, his mouth unable to produce any sort of sound even resembling speech before being interrupted by baubles slamming into the ground all around him, the Lord of War hopping back as a reaction. Wait, he was hopping? Now was the time Mars got a good look at the vessel and the apparent change that had befallen it, realizing, with an overwhelming cringe, that he had been, in fact, turned into a small, fluffy, white bunny. Without delay, unstoppable, burning rage overcame the Seal, the sparking magical aura in his eye turning into a roaring flame of what appeared like deeply crimson magical power. "How dare you, you imbecilic, lowly life forms. You will pay for this. I will-", interrupted by strings of tinsel shooting from the now nearby, moving Christmas tree, trying to grasp and get a hold of him. Fortunately, it seemed like his magic still worked perfectly fine, his form blurring and vanishing in a flash of light before appearing to back and to its side, flanking both the two Christmas trees and the man in red. "Enough", the little bunny thought, shrieking angrily as hundreds and hundreds of rips in space appeared all around the small, white animal, the countless dozen of eyes opening, shifting and staring down upon the two trees and Santa Claus. With burning hatred, the rabbit unleashed a furious battlecry before, in a massive burst of energy, hundreds of laser-like beams of energy were fired from these eyes, bursting down towards the opponents and slamming into the earth all around. Instantly, one of the trees was torn into shreds, while the other tree was pierced a multitude of beams, as was the man in red.
No, this would not stand. These measly creatures would pay. Fiery, destructive vengeance would be his and his alone! They would learn to fear the mighty Lord of War for ridiculing him like this!
Word Count: 1.162
Total Word Count: 4.682 / 4.000
Polar Bears: 10/10
Christmas Trees: 1/2
Santa Claus: 0/1