"You and I are the same"
"Call the storm..."
"And say thy name!"
*Mona mutters under his breath*
Po -seidon...
*Suddenly, a burly naked man wielding a trident, seemingly made out of stone, appears. *
*The winds grow beyond the point of being a storm. The entire battlefield gets ripped apart by the wind, broken in large platforms of rock floating in the air. The entire GYM rips in half and collapses. In the middle of it all, Mona stands on a high platform, surrounded by chains, donning a jacket embedded with stone. Mona begins to shout*
Heheheh, this is the power! The chaotic force of wind! The unstoppable power of change!
*Suddenly, the battlefield becomes surrounded with a large variety of rocks. Many as large as boulders. With a quick motion, all the rocks are thrust towards Rom in a high velocity, cutting through the air.*