The positive karma cannot discourage the bloodline of the lion of justice to let Soverick go. He must atone for his sins with his own blood. Nothing less than that can appease the compelling need of his bloodline for justice to be served.
Soverick waved his other hand dismissively at Jarkon's speech. "Yes, yes. That's a standard issue. I guess you hate me. I understand and I also don't care. A lot of people hate me. You're just another insignificant one that forms the community of haters. I can wipe thousands of you with a wave of my hand."
Jarkon gulped in fear. He knows that Soverick was boosting about the ease at which he can dispatch his haters. Soverick doesn't care about Jarkon. He cares more about the armor that he is wearing. So he is paying more attention to the armor. His right hand is holding Jarkon up while he examined his armor with 3 of his eyes.
The armor is nothing like the Origin artifacts in the real world. It is based on different rules and so works differently but he is still able to analyze it. He is looking for a way to crack it open so that he can access the soft weakling within and end this fight. He has to kill Jarkon or the determined shit won't leave him one. His eyes roamed over it looking for a weakness he can exploit.
He frowned the more his eyes inspected the armor. The armor is made up of many pieces of equipment and Jarkon has all of them so the armor is at full power. The armor is special in that it is not sturdy or durable. It instead uses the divine sense of its wearer to create a barrier around it to block all physical and magical damage.
This barrier is very strong and it is fuelled by energy cells within the armor. The energy cells are also at maximum capacity. This Jarkon is one lucky guy. Both his armor and the barrier are at maximum power. Either he found all the pieces for the armor and its energy cells in one spot or he found them in different places and they just happened to be what he exactly needs. It all reeks of favoritism and he knows who is favoring Jarkon.
Soverick said, "You're one tough tortoise. This shell you have on you will make things difficult. Fortunately, I have just the right thing to use."
"You will never be able to overcome justice," Jarkon yelled at him.
"We'll see about that?" He said.
Then he flung Jarkon into the air. It gave him time to set up his move. He activated WRAITH OF DEATH: WORLD HAMMER. All of his eyes glowed and focused on a spot. The gravity field at that spot began to twist and churn as it resisted his control. It buckled and moved as he willed it. It began to flow in a circle. Then it formed a whirlpool. Space twisted and warped in that spot. Light refracted and twisted because of it. That spot has become very dangerous already but he isn't done yet.
The whirlpool began to suck in momentum and world power. The twisted space became rigid but it continued to flow. World power formed teeth within it like the edges of gears within the whirlpool. The teeth ebbed and flowed with the constant push of twisted space. Soverick finished just in time for Jarkon to fall in. The whirlpool snapped shut around him like a trap.
His armor saved him from being crushed to death immediately. It formed a barrier to protect him. All the teeth began to go to work and began grinding rhythmically against the barrier. It's like the world is trying to crush him from every direction. The energy of his energy cells in the armor began to deplete at an exponential rate.
Soverick nodded appreciatively. "That's how you get into a tortoise. You crush its shell with a hammer."
Jarkon tried to free himself. He activated his bloodline ability. His golden fur began to glow with a golden light. The light spread out from him but it was stopped by the jaws of the trap. The destructive shockwave was released. Unfortunately for him, its effects were muffled by the whirlpool.
The whirlpool held on and continued to crush him.
Jarkon couldn't do anything to defend himself within the world hammer. His divine ability is not strong enough to affect world power. That didn't stop him from mouthing off though.
"Coward. Why don't you use the power of the child of the plane to kill me? Or are you too ashamed to use it? Have you realized that you are unworthy of it? It is too late now. You have been condemned."
Soverick just shook his head at the rubbish that Jarkon is spouting. He didn't feel the need to explain himself to a weak fool blinded by hatred from within his bloodline. And neither will he use the power he recently acquired from his title. His privilege as the child of the plane increased when he became a transcendent. It is a great power that he doesn't want to use. He certainly doesn't need it to crush a bug.
So he watched with contentment as Jarkon's armor caved in after its energy cells ran out. The barrier it created was destroyed and Jarkon was next. His soft squishy body became compromised immediately. He was saved by the brand on him. It saved him from the fate of being ground to death.
Soverick nodded. His eyes dimmed but he didn't go blind. He can manage this without over-exerting himself. The whirlpool died down with an explosion. All that energy and world power within the confines of twisted space and gravity went rogue when he let go of his control of them. It is the last effect of the move.
Anything within the whirlpool will be hard-pressed to survive that explosion if they survived the initial crushing force within the whirlpool. Jarkon is not one of the special ones that can survive the first phase of the attack. It is just as Soverick thought of him. He is simply a nuisance. The armour that the arena spirits decked him in didn't change that about him.