[ Even though it dodges and diverts, under the water and over it, blow after blow forces it into a corner. Through the islanders' combined efforts - hammer and sword and impact after impact - the box comes together a final time.
After being struck, it freezes in place for a second before shattering. What's left behind is a swirl of colour and bright energy, a swarm of light and shapes that comes together in a shifting pulse.
Then it spreads, sweeping across the island in a wave, washing over the assembled fighters and lifting whatever strangeness has been inflicted on them - changes in vision and shape, wrought by the clown box's reign of chaos. ]
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After being struck, it freezes in place for a second before shattering. What's left behind is a swirl of colour and bright energy, a swarm of light and shapes that comes together in a shifting pulse.
Then it spreads, sweeping across the island in a wave, washing over the assembled fighters and lifting whatever strangeness has been inflicted on them - changes in vision and shape, wrought by the clown box's reign of chaos. ]