[Bonus thanks to Chronotitan :)]
Sylas didn't breathe at this point. The world howled around him instead.
He clashed with a puppet in a dance of blades. His body completely lacked any sort of flesh, muscle, or sinew, but it didn't matter. His telekinesis coated his body, his Will blazing in an inferno of its own creation.
His scythe met the crossed short throwing knives of the puppet. It wielded them like claws and he wielded his blade like a guillotine.
He slid back, before his bony feet flexed, erupting with strength. The world was pulled into the quagmire of his Will, his telekinesis martial arts ripping away at the layers of control the space had even over him until he pulled on the amount of strength he thought he deserved.
BANG.
Forced to separate from the puppet again, a glow of life danced in Sylas' eyes, fogs of chaos radiating from him in waves.
His teeth rattled in a wide grin.
BANG.
