The token is actually a gemstone.
"Enough! I have had it with your pathetic squabbles, your worthless mewlings. You are feckless, incompetent fools. I was wrong to think you would have anything worthwhile to say. You think that there was a purpose to anything of this. You want to know if I have some ideal that I strive towards. No! No, I don't have some pointless honor to uphold. I seek unity. I don't want unity for the sake of kindness. I want unity because it suits me.
"Why do the Yralans idolize unity? It's because that's what I want from them. They dance to my tune. What other reason would they need? They are an extension of myself. And you are too stupid to realize that."
Hajkr blitzes forward, outstretching an arm right for the token.
...
(looks at the ice on the ground next to him there)
(consider your options Sol)
(let Cloud's friend talk him out of it and hold out hope, or fuck it all and continue beating the shit out of a poor, defenseless man who's barely putting up a fight?)
...
Don't screw up.
(he turns, pushes himself off the ground, leaps at Hajkr)
(the Fireseal sets ablaze and he attempts to swing it into Hajkr)
edited 26th Apr '15 9:05:58 PM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani"I am Yrala. They are my creation. And you will never take that from me!"
The swords that touch Hajkr are gone. The second they come into contact with the mist, they disappear into oblivion. The Fireseal is also gone, lost to the mists of Hajkr's form. He snarls and swipes again, this time aiming right for the people who hit him. Gilgamesh's arm is taken by the void, so is Saber's. Parts of Sol's arms are gone as well. It's like they never existed, but they still bleed and bleed. Hajkr's mist splits off from his body and touches anyone who gets near him.
Even though Fen never got close, he sends a sliver of mist right for her heart. He doesn't aim to kill, he aims to maim (hey that rhymed I'm a poet). He hits her, searing her flesh, but he's too late. The bullet hits the aim, and it breaks. It's not particularly strong. It's just a fancy colored gem.
The gem explodes in a dazzling display of light and color. It blinds everyone for a second, but when the light fades, everything feels right. Everyone feels a sense of strength, purpose, and honor flow through them. Kelsic doesn't show himself to them, but they nevertheless get a share of his power. There's a feeling of complete control in it. The very essence of Yrala's plane is laid bare to them. Hajkr is... well, he's part of it. But his part is distant, cut off from the rest. It's old, so old as to be foreign. If you could just snip it with your fingers, he'd be gone.
But unfortunately, Hajkr's link, as well as all the Fey's, is connected directly to the mist. You're going to have to beat him to sever the link. But hey, you've got the power of gods now. Should be easy, right?
GGH—!
-he stumbles back, clutching his gone'd arm-
-and then, he seems to realize something-
-and he grins, oh how he grins-
Haha.... Aha! Ahahahahahahahahaa... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH!
FACE OBLIVION, MONGREL! GATE OF..... BABYLON!
-dozens of glowing portals appear behind him-
-as dozens of legendary swords, spears, axes, daggers, and the like fly directly for Hakjr-
edited 26th Apr '15 9:23:39 PM by thespacephantom
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI(well, there goes your signature weapon Sol)
(his arms hang there, chunks having been taken out of them, laying limp and lifeless)
(but then his headband falls from his forehead)
(ruh roh)
(he snarls, his eyes gone from brown to a supernatural yellow, a symbol glowing on his forehead, and he approaches Hajkr)
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani-Saber looks at his missing arm, and instead of rage or pain, he feels please-
Alright then, that settles it, there can be no holding back. Prepare yourself Hakjr.
-the mist of the Knight's honor recedes into what remains of his armor as a new sword appears with his remaining hand, the unbreakable blade Arondight.-
-And then he streaks forward like the berserker he was in a different world, weaving between Gilgamesh's barrage to strike at Hakjr-
edited 26th Apr '15 9:33:15 PM by Bcom
-Imca stands next to Cloud, the hum of high the high voltage capacitors in her tesla cannon charging as she reaches down to help him up-
For the record, I agree with you, no one here has the foresight to think farther ahead then "who will we punch next", but it appears at the moment we have some divine intervention, what do you say we help those idiots so we can just go home?

What is it, some kinda charm?