Leyk was more powerful than even he was entirely aware, but right now, it was time for those that wanted to fight him to find out just what he was capable off, many of them already assuming he might be one of the titans send in despite it not even being time for that yet.
He violently pointed his want towards the thrower of the spears, a good hundred feet away, hurling the invisible force at him, faster than any speeding train, just for it to pause as it had arrived, rest down on the ground without anyone ever finding out about it, more and more people joining the thrower and starting to run towards him, led by the man that looked almost like a green frog grown ridiculously tall.
Those that ran towards him were already aware they would most likely be defeated, btu perhaps it was the rush of the clash, perhaps it was their own pride, perhaps it was the feeling they might be seen in this clash if they survived one or two attacks of the little beast with it's flowing hair, but instead they were met with an utter disaster one whose creation made even Leyk feel slightly strained.
A pillar of sandy dust rose into the air hundreds of feet, long having surpassed the seated people who were watching from above and raining down on some of them who cared not enough to block mere dust, spreading on the ground and spiking in all directions, the force of many explosions, of dozens of mana expulsions in one, a force that would most easily knock any scribe unconscious, a force that bellowed through the entire arena as they felt the impact even from the opposite end of the direction in which it had taken apart, even Kome stopping his attacks for a mere instant, just enough for Leyk to react to it.
Within that instance he folded the barrier he had just called forth to match the rhythm of how fast Kome was able to attack, quite a fast one if he was to be honest, turning it into a sharp spear and hurdling it towards him at a speed too fast for most scribes to evade even if they had help and gave their everything, faster than a speeding train.
To Kome's luck he was aware, he felt the attack, he jumped in the very second it hit, receiving only a powerful impact, ripping straight through his arm as he watched Leyk with neither fear nor terror but with respect, conjuring up smoke once more, the surrounding people running towards the two as the ending seemed nigh, many hoping to protect Kome for they seemed to think of him as heaven their only chance, the monster in the middle already having taken care of over thirty scribes alone, with ease from what they could tell.
Imor in his left hand he put away his wand unto the belt that was tightly put around 'her' waist, using both hands and infusing as much motion as he could unto what he liked to call a wave, letting Kome lye down for now and recover as he wanted the fight not just to end this quickly, instead opting to pay attention towards a ragtag group of a dozen people charging at him from a hundred feet away, almost there, led by a bull of a man similar to the one he had previously crushed.
He swung the blade and the invisible force slithered like a wall towards the group, throwing them backwards, but that was only the beginning, for he swung again and they flew, he swung again as they fell and he finally cut through, a task he found to be exceedingly difficult because of the nature of both intent and motion he now wielded.
Yet the relatively large group was quickly snatched up by the golem, Kome having stood up again, his pipe hanging low in his left hand that was within a white glove, his face hollow and very much impressed, feeling a tad bit of anger as it seemed, a rough voice of years of smoking resounding resolutely.
"Need my help with this?" he joked.
Leyk didn't need his help, he simply waved his hand and Kome was sent flying, crashing right into the middle of his supporters, partially a help to him because he wanted to have a real clash, one that might make him worthy of becoming a titan, one that make it overwhelming, one that he could have fun with, partially just to test if they would still be loyal to their greatest hope if he gave them the chance to become the greatest hope.
The people hesitated, Leyk looked around.
The people talked, causing the clashing and ringing of the brawl to stop for a moment, Crisis looking down from above with a smile atop her head as Leyk checked up on her, seemingly impressed, just as most other titans, formless, tyrants even were.
They continued talking, hesitating even more, a swordsman holding back a women from attacking the tired-looking Kome as another spear thrower threw his weapon at Leyk just to end up thrown towards the golem, hitting it, being snatched up instantly, a mid-rank scribe at that.
Finally, as Leyk had grown slightly worried over their aggressiveness, they turned around unanimously, fifty scribes, including Kome who was dead-tired and had been severely hurt, especially his arm, being healed by a man in white robes right now, united to fight Leyk, quickly rushing to disperse, the wisest decision to take care of someone who could seemingly cause explosions out of nowhere.
Leyk, laughing and full of glee to a degree where 'she' showed laugh lines, threw Imor into the air, transforming it into a blade without hilt, a single line, her fingers grasping each other as the invisible force took full control over the blade, turning it around at great speeds, launching it towards the closest attacker, about a hundred feet away, vaguely resembling an ending caused by a guillotine from the rather tall man's perspective, wearing a golden mask of comedy and laughs, hulled in a cloak made of feathers.