"Obssssssidian, the rock of the godsss!" Scythe writhed, as he forced Lock to harvest the molten rock
"The bessst material known to all, and to ssssoon be your bessst weapon!" Scythe crackled, much to Lock's annoyance as he swung a large Obsidian Ball and Chain.
Paper Weight: Lock spirals in the air, and crashes his Ball and Chain hard into the ground
Lift Up: Lock holds the end of his chain, and swings upward, letting the Ball and Chain spiral until it wraps around his arm
Weigh Down: Scythe emerges from Lock's shoulder, and infuses himself with Locks Ball and Chain, adding a large blade to the end of it. Lock spirals into the air at high speed, before crashing into the ground, sending a shockwave forward
"This is over, there's no soldiers left, just their putrid spawn..."
"YESSSSSSSSSSS, MORE BLOOOOD!"
"The Demon is taking control, yet you will never win..."
"Argh...I'm not running, are you?"
"ACK! DAMN YOU, SSSSTUPID LITTLE SSSSSAP!"