"Ah, a smoke," Kalseng said, reaching down to his own pocket. "I've needed one myself." Kalseng reached down into his pocket and brought it up to his mouth. The visor on his helmet pulled upwards, and Kalseng inserted the cancerous stick. A bit of energy quickly swirled around the tip, heating it up. A deep, long breath pulled the smoke into his very lungs, catching itself on the other various parts. After he had his breath, Kalseng threw the stick on the ground, and he flashed to green. "There's only one reason I smoke, Yohsimitsu. For that once a year feeling." Before he gave Yoshimitsu a chance to understand, his mouth opened up and a powerful column of black smog left his mouth. It wasn't a large one, but it cleared his lungs. The smoke swirled around Kalseng's opponent, sticking to Yoshimitsu like magic.
Kalseng took his opportunity and pulled back, degenerating back to white. In a flash, Kalseng's left wing turned into a sword again. "Giving me a free shot," Kalseng said, the wing spinning in his hand. "Might have been a bad choice." Kalseng raised up the spinning wing so that it was aimed at Yoshimitsu, and it began spinning incredibly fast. Kalseng flexed his hand, and the wing snapped open. A glowing ring appeared behind Kalseng, about as tall as he was. The ring began to spin wildly, energy flying from the very ground and air around it and into it. Suddenly, the ring convulsed and began to twitch. The center buldged in an odd shape, the very matter of what was around it convulsing in an odd pattern. Tendrils of the distortion wrapped around Kalseng's right arm, swirling oddly around the appendage.
In a flash, there was an odd substance wrapped around Kalseng's shoulder and arm. Down in his palm rested a large blade consisting of two wings, the bone structure in the middle. The feathers on the outer edge seemed to be glowing white, a ring of unidentifiable metal floating around Kalseng's hand. The metal itself seemed to be gently glowing like the sword itself, matching the plates running along Kalseng's arm. The entire arm was covered in this metal, leading up to his neck. Kalseng's eyes had changed again. This time, they did not match the colors he was. They were both his original green color again, but this time, the irises seemed to be rotating.
"Right wing," Kalseng's voice had altered, just as Yoshimitsu's did as he powered up. As if four voices were coming over his own, he spoke with four other voices, each more ancient than the next. This gave him a widely intelligent presence. "Archaic messenger of destruction, come to me to smite my enemies. Absorb." The blade suddenly disappeared, and as Kalseng looked up at Yoshimitsu, so did Kalseng. He was moving too fast for the light to even reflect off his skin, and was quickly in front of Yoshimitsu. "This time," Kalseng's energy was already warping around the very substance of what surrounded him. Suddenly, all of the matter discharged the entirety of it's energy towards Yoshimitsu, large beams of white energy ripping and distorting the matter that touched it. "You fly."