"You will not hinder me Apostle." Destruction called out, with a renewed but strained effort the Destruction increased, the marks on it's brilliant violet skin seemed to glow even brighter, till the point they were actually burning the tissue around him. Obviously causing pain for Destruction, although he was intent on not letting it show.
With an angry grunt what appeared to be a pulse of Destruction left his form, a wave in every direction reducing the black ice to nothing but just that..nothing. Following the pulse through the air the violet shape reached out with one clenched fist, intent on it making contact with the spawn's face. If it did it would surely spell the end for him, despite how strong the thing was it couldn't make direct contact with Destruction, nothing in this reality could. Except of course, Creation.