OOC: you're much weaker than us now SoL, i don't get what you're doing.
IC: The measly apparation that was now Methos appeared and left, making a few empty threats, Psion laughed. Methos was weakening as he didn't get any new followers on the new Continent, the giant necropolis probably scared them, along with an undead army that would try to kill everything in it's path, while Psion and his allies where getting more and more followers by the minute, and the automation factory in Psion's castle was working at full capacity, turning out thousands of new automations, which where sent straight through the portals, into the Four Temples, which formed a square around Methos' necropolis, so his undead army wouldn't be able to breach through to the continent, and since he was fighting automations, there where no corpses he could use to bolster his numbers. " Leave that fool to his threats. And turn your attention to this." He took the talisman and pointed it at one of the automations that had followed him down. He focused the arcane energies through the talisman, a magenta beam struck the target, distorting space as it went. The automation was no more as the beam vanished. " It erases space, and if enough energy is channeled through, time, undoing destinys that have been set and changed by the target, too bad only the upper god has such power. Imagine using this on a major temple, you could undo a god." Psion left the talisman near the forge. "But now, let's talk war, i'd appreciate if all living armies where pulled back as a second line of defence. So methos can not use the corpses."