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Revan threw a ball of accumulated lava towards Regigigas as the golem roared to life. However, what that force wielder wouldn't expect was the golem to sprint toward him with speed that was unheard of for a creature of that size. Hands glowing orange, fire bellowed from it's hands before-
CRASH!
It impacted the lava ball with a focused fire punch, the lava resounding off of it and splattering out from the sides of the attack, melting some of the remaining archives. Regigigas didn't stop there, he kept sprinting ahead until he was right near Revan, which he carried that same momentum up until he shot forward with his other hand in an attempt to grab Revan and squeeze him into a fleshy paste.
Turn
Turner's kick connected with an ugly thock, before even the lack of his legs in contact with the ground could prompt gravity to pull him into the stone tiles. Though, the god's wrath was one the lagomorph would regret having wrought, as with just a swish of her tail, the rabbit was roasted in a blossoming flower of flame.
He yelled in pain and, being let go, instinctively flung himself out of the inferno. Turner then rolled backwards, into the stream to extinguish himself, and then to his feet, though staggering for a second.
He looked terrible, and felt it too. He'd gotten a little reckless there, something he absolutely could not afford to do again. He didn't have an advantage he knew of just yet, but he could stall while his bunny brain put something together, and that was his plan so far. The Thunder Edge as well as its owner pierced the fading firestorm, and threatened to do the same to Turner. The rabbit's reflexes were sharp though, and he managed to hop over the wolf's second attack, albeit narrowly.
He flipped over the dog, and with a quick flash of blade, swung his rapier at Amaterasu's left thigh. Upon landing his bitten leg buckled for a moment, and the pressure vanished, but only for that moment. Turner proceeded to thrust his thin rapier in short and quick thrusts to build up damage over time.
Like a raging Bull Rancor (and just as deceptively fast), the Regigigas charged forth, barreling through the explosive ball of hot magma, unrelenting its trajectory. Sucking in a short gasp of air, Revan closed his eyes, taping his mind directly into the force, a sense of calm washing over him.
His Battle Meditation.
Regigigas leapt from the ledge of the rock, soaring over the widening gap of magma to strike down upon Revan's island, fist cracking forth, encasing itself in ice that shattered, erupting into fragments that spread outward when it struck, but Revan had already moved, eyes still closed behind the mask as he leaped upward. The Regi's fist cracked the island they fought upon, and Revan landed upon the legendary's back, violet saber stabbing downward and plunging into the larger foe's right shoulder.
Making no sound, the Regigigas leaped up, twisting its body to slam the back-bound Revan into the rock, sandwiching him between a rock and a hard place, though Revan's battle meditation made him acutely aware as he pulled the blade out and kicked off just before the Regi could slam down, Revan landing deftly on the safety of where the Regigigas had launched from.
The Regi slammed against the island, and it tilted under the immense weight, further affected as Revan swiped his hand, finally opening his eyes, and managing to flip the island around, magma splashing about as the Regigigas was capsized into the molten lava, disappearing beneath the surface while the upended chunk of rock slammed onto where he'd been submerged.
Then... a moment of silence.
"After all of that, you still fail," Revan spoke, turning his head to speak over his shoulder toward Hareta. "To underestimate the force is to court death. I have won."
He turned to fully face Hareta, but the boy didn't seem as distraught as Revan had been expecting. In fact, the boy had a glint in his eye, his lips pulled back into a grin, his brows furrowed challengingly. How... annoying.
Calmly raising his fist, Hareta could feel his windpipes forcefully constrict as he was lifted into the air. Despite clutching at his neck, there was nothing to pry at. Revan found himself earning some kind of sick satisfaction from seeing that smug look so quickly wiped from the boy's face... but then, for just a moment, Revan saw somebody else's face where Hareta's should have been.
His son.
This was cause enough for Revan to relinquish his hold immediately, taking a hesitant step back while Hareta dropped to the ground, gulping in fresh gasps of air. A confusing batch of emotions waged war in Revan's mind as he once again contemplated the morality of his predicament. However, Hareta's voice drew the force user back out of his mind.
"You haven't won," Hareta stated, that grin back on his face. "You came close, though!"
That was when Revan heard it. The creaks and groans of shifting weight, directly behind him. He'd been so enraptured in his turmoil, so convinced of his victory, that he had neglected to take heed of his surroundings.
The gray Jedi spun on his heel immediately, his purple lightsaber flashing to life as he stabbed it forward. It plunger through the raised fist of the Regigigas, right down to the hilt, where Revan stopped. The Regi was dripping with hot magma, its joints creaking, but it didn't seem quite as bested as Revan had hoped for. Then, before he could pull the blade out, the Regigigas closed its fist, and a crushing weight fell over Revan's fist as he felt the pressure shattering his lightsaber while he still held it, his bones breaking against the two opposing forces.
Painful enough for Revan to grit his teeth, turning his body as he fell to a single knee, a natural reaction for anyone in his position. Opening his mouth, Revan forced out; "You-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence, as the Regigigas had pulled back its other fist, clenched it, and struck forth with a single punch. For a moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl, a white film flashing from the pokemon's fist as its punch's speed broke the sound barrier, and finally (though in very short order), the strike landed.
A boom echoed through the ruined archives as the Mega Punch connected to the helpless Revan, caught in a moment of weakness as his hand continued to be crushed in Regigigas' other hand. A shockwave was thrown out, and Revan's body disconnected from the arm still in the Regi's grasp. Earth shattered, and the gray Jedi was plunged into a freshly made hole of magma.
It had been a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, quick enough that Hareta had seen Revan at his Regi's mercy one moment, then a shattered hole in the ground the next, a severed arm in Regigigas' grasp, the violet blade having disappeared when the hilt had been crushed. Tossing it aside, the Regi turned to face its trainer as a fanfare began to echo, almost hauntingly, through the spacious cavern.
The battle had come to a conclusion, Hareta taking a long sigh of relief that it wouldn't drag out long enough for them both to be embroiled in pain. Regigigas faded out like an illusion back into his pokeball as everything appeared to vanish from the world.
"Phew, hope when he comes back he'll change that attitude of his. But for now, let's go-"
Before he could reach for the archway, the world Flickered before his eyes. A glitch overtook the surrounding void as it suddenly shifted. He found himself transitioned into a marble corridor. The smell of autumn leaves reaching his nostrils. The late fall sun shown through the windows as a wind blew across the corridor.
"Huh? Where...?"
He hesitantly walked forward, his sneakers stepping across the ground making faint compressing noises. He traced his fingers along vines that had grown up around the walls. The further he went in, the more concentrated the roots became. Deeper inside, there was a large wall erected in a open room. At the wall, there were statues alongside it. A giant beetle like creature stood boldly protecting it as a wolf was flanking around him. Wait...didn't he see this wolf somewhere?
Inspecting it closer, it was that Amaterasu guy! What were they doing here? Near her was a guy with weird yellow hair and military get up, and another man wielding a spear. He didn't exactly know what was going on here, but it looked like a battle.
That's when something caught his eye. An orange glow coming from above. Right in a chandelier, imbedded in the center was a glowing key of some sort, wriggling to be free from the chain that bound it. Hareta's face became determined. He needed to get up there.
Climbing atop the warrior bug's statue, he leaped off, grabbing hold of a suspended curtain to the right side of the room. His feet dangling down, the boy climbed up the tall curtain until eventually getting higher than the chandelier itself.
Scooting his legs back and forth like a swing, he gained swinging speed before letting go of the curtain, latching onto to the chandelier. The fixture rattled, whispers from the key buzzing in his brain.
"It's alright little guy, I'll get you out of this!"
Pulling against the chains that threatened to restrict the key, Hareta struggled to bring the key free from it's captors. That's when he pulled on the Key itself, pulling upwards before he dislodged it, holding it up above his head like a warrior finding loot in an RPG. That's when it shone brightly, blindingly. That's when the world vanished around him.
Hareta found himself back in the plaza, scratching his head. What just happened? What was all that? Was it some kind of dream?
Up above him, a light shot forward. A deep orange light shot into the growing hole above, a spiderweb of cracks in the sky emerging outward from it. This time, when shards of the sky fell, they stopped midair, floating in place. It was obvious now something was happening up there.
........
U know the guy lol
"YOU! I killed maaaaaaany of you in you in tournaments before lol. How about we skip the cheesy filler dialogue and get to the part where I win? HA!"
Looking up inside the archway, the weasel barked his stage orders at the AI in charge of that.
Over the course of approximately 22 minutes and 13 seconds, the Spartan had stood at the edge of his gateway, eyeing his opponent, who seemed uninterested in indulging the battle just yet, unimpressed with his opponent and unwilling to play by anyone's rules but his own. Chief had glimpsed the back end of his conflict against the human called "Snake". John had glanced to the Host to find that he had conjured up some popcorn, and was floating in the air as though he sat on an invisible chair, slippers covering his feet as he propped them up on an invisible table and watched the screens, stuffing the holographic popcorn into his mouth. Even his attire had shifted into a bathrobe.
So John took this opportunity to observe the screens. Particularly upon the Winner's bracket. If he pulled through here, obviously he'd have to face the champion of the Loser's bracket, but that was still some time away. His biggest focus right now would have been the boy Hareta and the cloaked figure of Revan. An intense fight. Generic Host loudly boo'd at the screen when Hareta and Revan seemingly stopped fighting for a time to simply talk.
The Machamp and the Psyduck didn't seem to be capable of much against a being like Copen or Specter, and the Spartan turned away when the simian bested the white-haired kid. "He'll come back, there's still the Loser's Bracket," Kalmiya reminded John as he turned away from the screen. Next down was Revan, Hareta seemingly most powerful summon besting him.
"Well, at least we won't have to worry about crazy space magic now," Kalmiya offered, though John didn't like the idea of taking on the kid. Hopefully, besting his pets would result in victory. Chief didn't want to lay a finger on the boy, not if he could help it.
"We still have our own problems right now," the Spartan reminded his AI companion, glancing back toward Uratekumon, who had been occupying himself. "We've seen enough," he was feeling mentally prepared for his potential future fights, but he didn't have a ton to work with against Uratekumon. Kalmiya had compiled a file on the short gremlin wearing a mech as a hat, determining strengths and weaknesses.
Plan A: Remove the Mech.
Fortunately, the Uratekumon seemed to finally be ready, shouting out some filler dialogue about filler dialogue and making his way past Chief into the portal. "He seems friendly," said Kalmiya.
John followed, and was enveloped by the white void again, the automated voice only getting out a single syllable before Uratekumon announced; "Boneyard! Standard Settings!"
Feeling somewhat unprepared, Chief elected to go with a location he knew intimately about. One that nobody but him would be able to exploit to its maximum potential. "Planet Reach, ORION Program Spartan-II Training Facility; director Senior Chief Petty Officer Franklin Mendez. September 14th, 2520."
The place he was raised, trained, and transitioned from a brutal child into a deadly assassin.
The world began to take shape, the map took qualities from both locations of reach. From the Spartan training facility, it erupted several buildings from the ground, one including a large watchtower with searchlights atop it. It also included an obstacle course, seeming for more juvenile Spartans over near one of the fat buildings.
From Boneyard, a stretched outpost was erected, resting a top one of the center buildings, as well as who rock faces on either that limited the map size and a cliffside. On one of the rock faces was small facility and series of catwalks. Overall the ground was made up of parts of both sections, grass and dirt that transitioned into red rocks and clay.
"123GOOO!!!"
The imp counted down in split seconds, leaping up onto a catwalk. He memorized this map and all it intailed. Including weapon spawns. He ripped an implant from it's stand: an M41 light anti-aircraft gun. More commonly known as the Warthog gun.
"RATATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!"
Uratakumon let bullets fly, raining down towards Master Chief to rip through his armor.
Before Uratekumon had even spoken, the Spartan was moving. They'd spawned near the entrance of the facility, a line of warthogs parked along the earthy courtyard. John had chosen this specific date because of the sheer amount of firepower lying around, a live training demonstration had taken place to show the young Spartans the sort of equipment they'd be utilizing. Chief could recall his fascination with the Warthogs, which had seemed so gigantic at the time.
Reaching the Warthogs, a few slugs punched against Chief's armor, yet he didn't speed up, instead calmly climbing to stand at the back of the Warthog and grasping the missile pod attached to the back, his shields nudging down by 12% from the shots that managed to land. With that, he yanked the missile pod off as though he were breaking a toothpick, and dropped off the Warthog, now walking toward the maniacal creature, still with his calm steps even as dirt was sprayed everywhere from the wild gunfire of the turret, his shields knocking down another 12% before it was revealed why he had yet to fire.
The missile pod's release began to glow red, as Chief had been preparing a rapid strike, and just as his shields hit 68% full, 12 missiles launched upward, tracking onto Uratekumon as they spun upward, then charged downward upon him, just as fast as the bullets he'd been firing, and firing from the missile pod just as quickly as well.
Tossing the overheating missile pod aside, Chief yanked out his MA5B Assault Rifle, and took off like a blur, closing the distance to Uratekumon only seconds after his response to the missiles, leaping up just as high toward the platform.
Kassandra's burst of strength was enough to prevent defeat at the hands of Rebellio's Special Skill, the misthios digging into the massive drill. The Falcon could do nothing as his opponent managed to grab him, Rebellio and the drill being smashed into the ground, the crimson creation nearly shattering completely on impact, thankfully protecting the Adept- though not for long, as a quick kick soon struck his midsection, sending Rebellio flying into a nearby structure.
Debris scattered all over the ground upon impact, dust filling the area. A few moments of silence followed. Rebellio soon emerged from the damaged building, shoulders heaving, cracks present all over his armor, some of its less-protected sections completely destroyed.
"Where did all this power come from...?" The Falcon pondered. Small amounts of thread began to gather around his body, forming a protective layer to act as a temporary armor, keeping the exposed bits of his body safe. A scythe formed in his hand, though he chose not to rush in.
Instead, Rebellio used his weapon of choice to dig into the ground, kicking up debris before sending it flying towards Kassandra. Additionally, the Adept used his free hand to launch a single thread towards some of the debris from his earlier impact, periodically launching it at his opponent to keep her at a distance. If she was this strong now, he had no shot at beating her in close quarters combat.
The Knight
Shroom looked around, taking in its surroundings. The three fighters were located on a large platform held up by spiky bones, clearly taken from the Colosseum of Fools. A massive creature was slowly approaching, the skull on its head resembling Lord Fool's. That was probably dangerous.
The human was quick to speak to the bug, suggesting the two team up to defeat the machine. That happened to be what the Knight was already planning, so it gave Snake a nod before speeding towards the automaton. It was equipped with fire just like their first battle, so it had to be careful.
Energy gathered around the Vessel as it approached, the bug leaping through the air, readying its nail as if to strike from above. Expecting the mech to make some sort of move in response, Shroom would be quick to Shadow Dash through its attack before delivering a Great Slash to its underside.
"Eh? Missile pods ain't a spawn! That ain't how you play, Noobmaster69! BLEH!!"
His two tail cables attached to the gun before he leaped into the air. Then he kicked off from his gun, sending it toward the missiles, exploding wildly. The concussion from the explosion fueled his hasty retreat as he skirted behind cover.
"Time for some Miracle Gatcha!"
When he rolled for his luck on the Miracle Gatcha, the machine seized up. A rainbow colored '100' lit up as colors erupted from his position.
"YEEEEEE BOOOOOOIZ! MY STRONGEST ATTAAAAAAAACK!"
A massive attachment was added to the core frame of his console Mech suit. A long catapult like shoot. This shoot hoisted one thick looking warhead in the back of it. This weapon was the Mininuke launcher from fallout, the fatman. However, it wasn't JUST a mininuke launcher.
Uratekumon fired off a screeching warhead up above chief's position. The mininuke tore through the air, howling. Right as it lost upward momentum, it did the unthinkable- splitting into 10 other mininuke! The mininukes showered down around chief's position, as they got toward the ground-
"BOOOOOOOM!!!!"
The bombardment of mininukes left the entire flank glowing bright white with energy. Nearby buildings crumbled and disintegrated, blowing up a sandstorm of dust and debris. Uratekumon himself, who was farther away from the blast got suddenly blasted back by the sheer force of the energy released from the attack. Uratekumon was thrust several dozen meters, eventually clanking down on the ground where a large section of the mining bridge lay burning in ruin. Half of the map. Erased in an instant.
SHEESH I underestimate the power of that thing. HA! That Chief it like, TOTALLy dead now! He ain't THAT strong! HA! RNGJESUS on my side!"
His foe turned tail and ran just as he reached the railing, darting around a corner and continuing to screech, words Chief picked up as his audio sensors immediately isolated his voice and amplified it enough for the Spartan to hear.
"What do you think is his strongest attack?" Kalmiya pondered aloud as Chief was already in motion, leaping upward to dig his fingers into the stone of the rock face summoned for the Boneyard, about to swing himself around to the other side to launch down from above upon Uratekumon when a whistle hit his ears, and a nuke sailed past him, rising overhead. No... a miniature warhead. Severely outdated tech, but no less deadly. A quick scan the moment he turned his visor in its directions indicated it was from roughly the same universe as Frank Horrigan.
"He has access to nukes? What??" the AI cried, but Chief ignored her, springing once again into action, deciding high ground was the superior option in his limited time. Thrusting himself up with a fist, his fingers dug into the stone again, and he pushed himself up again to reach the top, simultaneously dropping to a knee, and slamming his fist into the rock, minimizing his target size while also using part of the rock as cover.
The boom followed next.
A shockwave of energy pummeled outward, slamming into the rock he was on, destabilizing it, wiping out the base and the subsequent wave blasted the rock backward, with Chief still on it. "HOLY CRAAAAAP!" Kalmiya shouted as the Spartan hung on to his spot, his armor intentionally locking up to solidify and tank any impact. Ten, twenty, thirty meters he flew through the air, the blast having ripped his rock apart until all he remained attached to was a boulder roughly the same size as he was. Now spinning through the air as he was on his way back down, nearing the barrier wall of the map, John unlocked his armor and sprang into action once more, kicking off the boulder to land on the ground beneath, his rock smashing against the far wall a second later.
Wasting no time, John rotated his left arm as his right grasped onto his MA5B once again. "Pinpoint it," he ordered Kalmiya, his shields blaring in his heads-up display, the blast having knocked them out, but his quick-thinking armor lock had spared him or his suit any lethal damage at the distance and cover they'd been at.
Axe had, since it had been a while, began to recover. Killing a human like that didn't sit right with him still, even Kohga had gone in a comical puff unlike that guy...
But still, he had to focus! People were dying, and he needed to not die if just for himself or Mom...Or Pasmina, or...well, everyone! ...And he had nothing he could do while waiting - Unsure about talking to other competitors, but not feeling like training would help at this stage.
Of course, then he remembered the weird device he'd found after Ranamon's defeat earlier. Taking it out once again, he began to inspect it.
"Hm...well, last time I did kinda stop it abruptly, and uh...hey, what's this?" Noticing some kind of weird red thing on what looked like a symbol, he clicked it. What he was surprised to see was...art? Of him? And weird looking columns of text talking about him...by name, even! Clearly written by other people, at that! And it was praising him!
"Woah...?" Continuing to look through, Axe couldn't help but feel giddy and pride. He'd caused this! Is this how Ms Minnie feels around town...? Man! That's awesome! I have to do that again! I'll have to talk to her when I get back!
Soon, Axe found the button used to start the live feed or whatever it was called again... Click!
"Ah! There we go...!" Holding the device a little further from himself this time, Axe saw that more of his body was a bit clearer in frame this time, giving him a wider smile. He was getting there! "Well, if anyone's there, it's Axe, and I'm back! Won another round - Admittedly it was very painful - And I'm...well, a little amazed at all the support I saw here! You guys are awesome by the way! Anyway, um...since I didn't finish it last time, how about I continue the story from the last one?" Not sure if he had anyway to check the answers, he decided to just continue. "So, recap, last time I ended off with how Matock being a dunce got us caught trying to sneak into the castle, and Matock followed the Guard Captain, Angard, into the tavern and I was told not to go in by Pasmina...anyway, continuing from that, as soon as Pasmina left I went in anyway and talked to Angard and Matock..."
A good 15 minutes later...
"So, yeah, when I trained with Angard the next day, the red stone glowed a little and I knocked him off his feet instantly! Then this big monster showed up - While Mom was telling me off - with these big horns and teeth, like something from a warning parents give to troublemakers! And it was huge, taller than my house! But even then, with Angard's help and the Red Stone, I soon beat it! Yeah, Angard was great, letting me get the final blow and all..." He seemed to sigh, thinking back on it... He couldn't even tell if his first meeting with the first Monster was more terrifying than this or not, surprisingly. "To make things short, life got a lot weirder after that...But trust me on this one, if it weren't for this-" He showed the Red Stone center of the camera, before pausing. "Yeah, it doesn't look like much...but if it weren't for this rock and others like it, I'd be...not here, not now." He quickly summarised. "But yeah, I think I'll have to end it here, since it has been a little while and I need to get to preparing! After all, if I lose here, I can't get back home, or do this again or...you get the idea." He said. "Have a good time, guys!" He added, before turning the stream off. Click!
For all the pride he was feeling, it was mostly just nice to get everything off his chest, even after so long...
Of course, he thought while putting away the device again, it might be a good idea to meet some of the other combatants finally. He began wandering around the lobby area, looking around since he didn't really have a chance to before.
Uratekumon was starting to get impatient. The bell hadn't ring that he won yet. Is that annoying soldier still alive?? SHEESH! Time to roll again! I can always spray and pray until he just keels over and dies! Ha! Miracle Gatcha never fails!
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"Fu-"
His entire Mech suit began to glow red as his eyes bugged out. Steam erupted out from every free ice of the Mech suit as he began to spam the buttons, hoping to get it to stop before-
"KABOOOOOOOM!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Uratekumon's Mech suit exploded in a furious self destruct. This sent the weasel, without his Mech suit flying high up into the sky, a black trail of smoke coming in after him. The Mech suit and all of his attack had been destroyed. No miracle Gatcha, no hax, button mashing, not even RPG maker. Nothing. The rat came down like a scorching comet, face planting down in the dirt on chief's side of the field.
Uratekumon was a smoking ball of fur, sticking out if the ground with a twitching pair of feet. The little gremlin attempted to dislodge itself from the ground to no avail. He was powerless.
The little legs kicked from the ground, the rodent's upper half submerged beneath the earth. His mech was gone.
"Then what was it?" Kalmiya asked as John looked up from his helpless opponent toward the smolders of where the mech had erupted, bits of metal still raining down.
"Hm... ever heard of Newton's Third Law?" the Spartan asked.
"Chief, I'm an artificial intelligence, of course I've... Ohhhhh, you were making a joke! Hah! That was a good one, I liked that!"
Master Chief took a step forward, a simple step that no doubt shook the ground from where Uratekumon lay trapped. He reached down, grasped both legs, and yanked the creature out. This was over before it even began, by some stroke of chance. Now, Chief had a few questions he felt this gremlin could help him with. It didn't matter if the Host heard them or not.
"Answer my questions and I'll demand a rematch," the Spartan immediately told Uratekumon. "You get revived, I don't recover, we continue. That sound fair?" before the gremlin could respond, Chief continued. "All I need to know is what our Host is. You clearly aren't tied to the rules the rest of function by. You might know something the rest of us don't."
As the ground vibrated, something approached the rodent. But since they couldn't get out of the hole they were left powerless. Master Chief then plucked him like a radish from the ground, the little weasel squirming in his grasp, his wimpy arms trying to fight back against the grip, but to no avail.
"BAD LUCK! That's all this is! LOLZ! NO SKILL VICTORY! XoXoX!" The gamer ranged, some globs of salaiva landing on the Spartan's visor.
That's when Chief demanded his rematch, with strings attached. Uratekumon was confused. In all honestly? This was the first time he was asked for a rematch. Processing for a moment, a sly smile grew on his face.
"I knoooow something you waaaaant~!" He teased, knowing he held leverage here. "I can tell you aaaaanything you want, so long as you make some concessions. Like remove your guns, give me a count to ten, cover your eyes-"
Smoke lifted from the barrel of the Sidekick, which Chief had raised and fired right beside Uratekumon's head in the blink of an eye, intentionally disorienting and intimidating to most, a weapon firing so close to unprotected ears bound to be cause for some discomfort, and the intention was to place Chief in total control, his next words reaffirming this.
"Whoops," he said blandly. "I missed. Answer or I won't miss next time."
Uratekumon was interrupted by the sudden gunfire, his ears ringing he scrambled to fluff his ears, scratching them with his scrawny arms to get the ringing sensation out.
"Ow! Ow! OW! SHIIIIIksksksksks!" The rodent yelped, eventually having an eye peek out beyond his hand blocking his face. "The HELL! Could at least have had let the gamer girl with the milkers talk first! Sheesh...all business..."
Seeing that a more physical threat would soon follow, Uratekumon put his hands in front of him in an 'okay okay' fashion, sighing in aggravation.
"AHEM! Anyway...this is just another game I play, all there is to it. But this game is one time only! I found the server on my way to get more games in my library. I hacked out another fighter to come here, lolz they were boring anyway. Did you know the server had the number 4 on it?? The fourth tourney and I wasn't even involved with the first! Lolz they couldn't handle me. Did I tell you? I scored top in all regional-"
Getting a little caught up just talking about himself, he eventually wandered back to the topic.
"-but anyway! Stop interrupting me! I got no idea who the host is, none of my hacks work against 'em! First time that happened, MFL. But I did have a chance to scan other fighters...and I can tell ya something, nerd."
His eyes flashed open, putting a finger in front of his toothy grin.
"...Not all you guys are N00bs at this game! Kekekekek...!"
Not the answer he was looking for. Chief had half a mind to end this exchange as Uratekumon began to ramble, but he was a man of patience where it was needed. He waited out the incessant mumbling and lingo before he got what little information he needed. Uratekumon had found a way to hack himself into this tournament, replacing another fighter. Did the Host know this? Perhaps he wasn't as omniscient as John had believed.
And that opened a weak point.
If Uratekumon had managed to pull this off unnoticed, then there was an opening in the Host's capabilities. He couldn't be fought directly, Uratekumon confirming this already, but there was a way to outsmart their Host and uncover the entity pulling his strings. Every host needs a producer, and their host didn't seem the self-governing type.
John was pushed with the idea of questioning Uratekumon's intel about the gashes in the sky, but he was struck with the realization that he probably knew more about that than the gremlin. His alternate memories, the key, Uratekumon probably had no idea.
And that was all Chief needed.
"...Not all you guys are N00bs at this game! Kekekekek...!"
Weavile
The dark ice type was on a roll. Feeling her adrenaline pumping, she faced Leon's attack with feral, yet calculating grin. It was the face of a hunter.
She dropped Matilda into her claws as Leon approached. As he swung his feint, Weavile reared her arm back and tossed the gun at Leon, coating it in a dark energy. Despite the projectile being small, it would hurt quite a bit if landed, and it was very likely to damage the weapon in the process.
Weavile promptly followed up the attack with an Icicle Crash, sending a hail of icicles above Leon.
Amaterasu
She still wasn't comfortable roasting this rabbit, but she didn't have a choice. He'd be all fixed up by the end of this fight anyway. Perhaps she'd treat him to a Feed Bag of clovers afterwards.
...would he take offense to that?
Anyway, her thoughts went back to the battle. She drilled towards the rabbit, but he remained nimble, despite the bite wound. She snarled as he slashed her thigh. He attacked again, with another rapier no less, but Amaterasu was a quick thinker. She gracefully spun around the weapon, surrounded by golden energy that would cut into Turner should he be close. She smoothly positioned herself behind Turner, and slashed. Not with her weapon, but with her fangs.
Robobot Armor: Fire Mode
The armor appeared inactive, but it saw the exchange between the bug and human. It appeared they made an alliance of sorts against it. However, the bug attacked first, leaping above the robot. The armor's arm flipped, jabbing towards the bug with its drill, however it seemed to slide right through it, leaving a thin slash across its arm.
All according to plan.
Well aware of the Knight's tricks, the robobot's arm activated, the flamethrower side spewing a torrent of flames behind itself before the Knight could release its attack.
Rotating her shoulders, Kassandra flexed her hands for a moment, feeling the surge of power granted to her by Ares. "Alright, let's finish this," she muttered to herself, and began to sprint forward. Bits of debris and rubble were flung at her, but broke apart as they slammed against her, the mercenary shrugging the attempts to keep her at bay off.
Unhindered, she leaped through the wall she'd generated when she'd sent Rebellio through it, and immediately plunged her fist through the wall where Rebellio's head had been a moment before, the Adept sliding to the side quick enough to evade the present danger, several threads spinning like bullets to come from either side and wrap rapidly around Kassandra's ankles, just in time as she launched herself at Rebellio again, but the thread pulled her back, forcing her to fall to the floor.
This created an opening, in which Rebellio leaped through the hole she'd just entered from, managing to escape her blade as she'd conjured it and cut apart the thread, the sword grazing the thread along his back in that short span of time.
Kassandra pursued, but Rebellio kept the chase on, disappearing for a moment only to reappear above with his signature guillotine, bringing it down upon the woman. Her response was to catch it with her bare hands, then throw it back at him. Rebellio's eyes widened as the thread forming armor around him quickly condensed into a deflective shield on his wrist, which he used to block his own attack, though it ripped his shield apart before disappearing.
Conjuring up his sidearm, Rebellio began to blast at Kassandra from the sky as she leaped upward toward him. Each bullet seemed to bounce off of her skin, before the distance closed in the next moment. One of her hands grasped his arm, and the other his throat, before they both fell to the ground, and Kassandra slammed him against the Earth.
It was at this moment her crimson aura faded away, a physical sign that her buff had come to an end.
Solid Snake
Negotiations were short, and the small creature leaped into action. Snake's lips tugged into a slight smirk at this, before he dropped to a knee, raising a finger to press behind his ear.
Snake: Colonel... this Robobot... it's from Kirby, isn't it?
Colonel: That's correct, though something's wrong...
Snake: Hm? What is it?
Colonel: It's supposed to be piloted, but this one seems to be ruled by a rudimentary AI.
Snake: AI, huh? Like a Metal Gear?
Colonel: Almost exactly.
Snake: So it can be outsmarted. I've already got this little guy helping me out, so it shouldn't be too hard.
Colonel: Don't get cocky, Snake. The Robobot can adapt to combat situations on the fly, rearranging itself and its capabilities to face any opponent.
Snake: You'd think having a pilot would make it more effective...
Colonel: You and I both know why Kirby isn't here.
Snake: Right, yeah... that new game of his... wish we got one of those.
Colonel: Maybe one day, but for now, focus on beating this mech.
Snake: You got it.
The Robobot retaliated against Shroom with flames. That was something Snake could handle, and judging from the entirely organic appearance of the creature, it was a safe bet that a Chaff Grenade wouldn't affect the little guy, while it was specifically designed to screw with any mechanical systems.
So that's exactly what happened. Snake tossed out a Chaff Grenade, with it's ten meter radius, releasing an invisible EMP pulse to short-out the Robobot's systems. Right after he tossed that, Snake shoulder his rocket launcher, and fired his missile, arching it upward, then spiraling it down from above at the Robobot.
Master Chief Petty Officer, John S117
"Wow. I thought you promised a rematch?" Kalmiya questioned as the limp body in Chief's grasp suddenly burst into radiant particles of digitized data, drifting off as the world began to fade around them.
"It was never a promise."
"That... makes more sense, I guess. Can't lie, I was really confused why you offered it in the first place. Appealing to his sense of pride or something, right?"
"Something like that," Chief responded as he tucked the sidekick away, a gateway opening behind him. Without another word, he turned and stepped through.
Agent Leon S. Kennedy
Nudging his head to the side, Leon avoided Matilda as it sailed by. The dark aura around it not going unnoticed. Without any ideas as to what that could mean, he figured it'd be wiser to avoid reclaiming his prized custom piece until whatever that aura was, was gone. The Weavile had leaped back to avoid the proper kick, and summoned more of the icicles to crash from above.
Leon's response?
One shotgun blasts obliterated one of the icicles as he tucked and rolled backward away from the others, revolving the shotgun for reload, and responding by blasting once more at the Weavile. "This is good fun and all, but I came here for a little sight-seeing," Leon spoke, glancing back at Matilda to find the aura had faded.
Attaining it, he continued his consistently delayed approach for Lady Liberty's interior, firing backward down the hall once more to keep the Weavile at bay a little longer.
Revan, the Lost Jedi
"Weak, just as you always were."
It was as though the mask itself were taunting him. His own voice, speaking through it into his mind.
"You could never save Malak, what makes you think you could have saved your family?"
"I had to try," Revan muttered to himself.
"A God doesn't have to try."
"I am no God..."
"You could become one, if you stopped holding yourself back. You could have ended that fight in seconds."
"He's a child."
"You're acting like one."
Revan closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He was back in the lobby. His internal argument had risen to heights he'd thought vanquished. His duality emerging more prominently. A conflict between Light and Dark. Shame is what he felt, yet at the same time... relief. A sense of calmness pressured the back of his mind, putting him at a sense of ease, only broken by his argument with himself.
"I lost. Get over it."
"You're a failure. For all that power... you're too scared to use it."
He did not respond to that, instead glancing away from the statue of himself he'd been staring at. It had transitioned to the "Loser's" side of the lobby. Despite all of his calmness, he could feel the surging anger growing inside of him, propelled by his darker half. All his talk of saving good and vanquishing evil, he understood what his other side craved from winning this. Unrivaled power. To silence any and all that dared speak ill of him. To rule with a fist of unrelenting fear.
It was probably for the best he'd lost.
He should probably speak to Specter. Relay all he had learned in the encounter. Judging from how the Winner's Bracket was progressing, it felt certain that Hareta and Specter would be the final two standing. Revan's next opponent... he would not know until the next round.
Metal Sonic
The metallic hedgehog ducked quickly to avoid the slash, completely expecting it. Then, when Dark Matter fired the rainbow bullets, Metal dashed forward at high speeds, claws out. He went straight past Dark Matter, hoping to damage him in the process. Then, he changed his trajectory to go upwards, positioning himself above the shadowy enemy. As expected, the mini-matters were also rather close by now. Perfect.
Metal crossed his arms, eyes constricting in concentration, then released a large electric field around him. This field easily vaporized the small blobs that neared him. It also covered the area beneath the robot with an equally deadly electric field/cage. @Gamingfan
Machamp
”Champ?!”
Machamp’s eyes widened in surprise as Psyduck blasted up into the air, firing a Hydro Pump towards the brawler shortly afterwards. The four-armed wrestler crossed his arms, causing a large hexagon to shield him from the blast of water. Psyduck weren’t all too strong, but Hydro Pump was still a move Machamp didn’t want to get hit by.
The brute quickly followed the duck as it rode the wave throughout the store, not caring about that was in front or behind him. As Psyduck headed for the ground when the wave came to an end, Machamp punched the ground, causing a cluster of sharp stones to appear at the very spot Psyduck was to land on! @Psymallard
Jevil
As the grim reaper flew towards the jester, he couldn’t help but snicker. “How unrefined! You’re rushing in as if you’re blind!” Jevil joked before summoning his own scythe in his hand and countering Death’s swing with one of his own. The two weapons clashed, Death’s stoic nature counteracting Jevil’s flamboyance. As the mini scythes appeared, various projectiles summoned by Jevil kept them at bay, none of them getting close enough to either fighter to interfere.
The darkener twisted his scythe to get Death off of him, he couldn’t keep the reaper at bay for too long. He then teleported backwards, a cluster of bombs appearing in his place. As bombs do, these bombs would explode violently after a moment. Afterwards, they would shoot out many heart-shaped projectiles that would home in on Death to do more damage. @DevVoid
Robobot Armor
As it sent flames behind itself, the mech kept its eyes on the human. He tossed something small, and having just gone through a similar thing with Master Chief, the bot had enough with these things.
Though, not like it had a choice.
The burst sent the robot into a brief frenzy, causing it to lose control and fire flames wildly around itself before stopping suddenly. While the EMP did have an effect, notably keeping a rather important function inactive for now, it was still a pilotable mech. Though dazed, it's internal machinations remained intact, allowing for mobility. This gave the mech the chance to see the missile. Before it could get too close, the mech stabbed into the floor with its drill, sending an eruption of magma upwards as to either detonate the bomb early, or veer it off course, if only temporarily. Afterwards, it would stab Shroom with the red-hot drill if it got close.
Dark Matter
Though Metal Sonic was quick, Dark Matter was an expert swordsman, at least in this form. It did not expect such a fast being to fall for its initial slash, and smoothly maneuvered its sword, blocking Metal's claws with the flat of the blade, the sharp CLANG! of metal against...presumably metal ringing across Green Hill.
If the critters weren't fleeing for their lives then, they would certainly be now.
Metal few up higher, going for an attack from the above. The smaller matters were vaporized, but Dark Matter itself had more tricks up its...cloak. The lighting rained down, but Dark Matter drilled directly through it. Its blade was emitting a rainbow shield, protecting its front as it stabbed at Metal Sonic from below!
The plume of magma might have detracted from the original purpose of the missile, but it was giving Snake an idea. Shroom seemed to be quick, and affecting it required a much smaller area to hit, so hopefully this strategy wouldn't be affecting his ally as much as the robot itself. Rather than trying to divert away from the magma, Snake allowed it to be detonated early on contact, so while the android was busy trying to refocus on the closer opponent, hot magma would be flung all over it.
Another distraction, as Snake played into another strategy of his, now aiming his mortar for only a second, before the "thump" of the shell flying into the air could be heard. With the shell airborne, Snake followed it up with another missile, weaving it to come around from the side so as to cause both missile and shell idealistically strike their target at the same time.
Revan, the Lost Jedi
"I suppose underestimating the potential children can possess is something our metallic ally and I have in common," Revan spoke from behind his mask, having approached Specter. "I don't believe the soldier has what it takes to best Hareta, and whoever your next opponent is..." the force user glanced at the screens. "You will find little trouble. Metal and myself have fallen to his tricks, but you seem of a more sophisticated breed. Tell me, do you have a strategy in mind to overcome this hurdle?"
Psyduck
Instead of stopping, Psyduck began to turn his wave to the right, intent on Surfing all the way to his destination, which could carry him faster than his stubby little legs for sure. But the Stone Edge had different plans, erupting from the asphalt and disrupting the wave. The Duck face-planted on the road. He soon shoved himself to his feet and came to face the 4-armed hulking mass of muscle called Machamp. Y'know what? Psyduck could take him. A miniature wave appeared beneath his feet, propelling him forward as he leapt off it, straight towards Machamp's sternum with a Zen Headbutt!
Turner Rabbit
Amaterasu dodged Turner's attack with grace; he had to respect her speed. While dodging, the wolf became surrounded by multiple golden ribbons, which the rabbit needed not much more effort to dodge than a large step to the side. The Sun Goddess then reared her head to slash with her fangs, and there was Turner's opening. His good foot caught the edge of a tile, and with a push, totally reversed his momentum. He got low, and got low fast, aiming to thrust his left shoulder into Amaterasu's throat and wrapping the corresponding arm around her neck.
Assuming this grab took place, Turner would stab his rapier a couple times into the soft underside of the beast before she could get her bearings, and then lift her up and fall backwards in a form of suplex!
"Hmmm, I don't see a hurdle, no. To be brutally honest with you Revan, I expected to overcome both you and Metal down the line, but what I did not expect was for you to have been taken out before I had the chance to gauge you myself."
Looking at Hareta as he aimlessly wondered the Plaza without a clue in his head, Specter gave a single laugh.
"I have experience with taking on targets similar to this 'Hareta' character. And I have new assets to make sure I win no matter the engagement. You see, I have acquired the data of both Copen and Metal, some of the two fiercest fighters here. Their data used in the hands of a supreme intellect such as myself? Ha! Victory is assured. It's just a matter of waiting to rise to the top."
Specter seemed elated. Like he was looking forward to this. In fact, he was like that from the very start, expecting to come to this tournament. He was ready, and his progress to the semifinals had proved some merit to his boasts.
"Hm," came the force user's reply as he glanced toward the screen displaying Metal's conflict. "Yes, I had similar expectations. Through the force, I can see potential futures. But this tournament? Those potential futures are far more... muddied. I glimpsed into one where just this round I would have battled Metal. That future was eradicated the moment Hareta bested him. Another future I glimpsed was where my last attack destroyed that Regigigas... and I would have fought that soldier. Another lost point in time."
Revan paused, turning away from the screen to glance at the Host, before back to Specter. "I have witnessed the Host's propensity for self-proclaimed "balance" here. Will he continue to allow you to utilize the advantages you've gained from one battle into the next? The way you speak of it... I assume your acquired data exceeds basic knowledge."
"The thought has crossed my mind once or twice of his fickle nature. But then I remember: He's a showman first, a stickler second. I doubt he would ruin a match by wiping my memory of such things before them, and I doubt his potential 'viewers' would appreciate such a thing either. A rock and a hard place as they would say, eh?"
Specter smirked, looking over the architecture that the host had made in his egotistical redocration.
"Others have done similar tactics for advantages in tourney's past. I wouldn't doubt that the same standards apply now. Regardless, it's not as if I bring much physical difference toward these fights. Knowledge is power my friend. The one who controls the flow of knowledge, controls the world."
Turning toward Revan, Specter pondered something to himself before gesturing to the dark cloaked force user.
"What is most curious is to how you are still standing before me. Copen met a most vicious end at my hand, but here you are. Why is that? I'd expect you to be another grizzly display by now."
"The thought crossed my mind as well," the gray Jedi stated, watching as the soldier called Master Chief returned to the lobby through the portal. His opponent had yet to reappear. "It would seem I am one of three. Perhaps it is part of the Host's games he enjoys playing. Perhaps it is part of his "fickle nature" you mention. Or... perhaps my likeness is something that has persevered me. Maybe he wishes to use me as an example. It is hard to gauge with a being like him."
Revan glanced toward the screens yet again, investigating the remaining fights. "Not many of us left. Fewer when the next round begins. True power becomes easier to find the longer this goes on, yet some individuals persist despite their lacking capabilities," his gaze flitted toward Hareta. "And others persist on the backs of others."
"Hmmm...maybe so, but be that as it may, I do not envy your position, old man. Seems any path this goes would be pain. Then again, I'd expect you of all to be adjusted to that based on what was said during that battle."
Specter didn't know where Master Hand and Crazy Hand went off to and why this host replaced them, but whatever he brought seemed to make this all more deadly and vile in nature. More vicious than previous.
"Hm...will say, I may miss these little chats in the coming weeks. Tell me, is there something that you want achieved after your passing? Call it a token of me honoring that ambition you hold dear. Heh, maybe that spiel during your fight made this simian respect said ambition."
There was a moment of silence, and the man glanced Specter's way. His expressionless face betrayed no emotion, yet the quirks of his body language spoke for him, his gaze drifting slowly away for a moment, as though in thought. He reached his hand into his cloak, grasping onto the device containing the holo-image of his family, though he did not pull it out.
In his contemplative silence, Revan's gaze briefly returned to Hareta, before Revan pulled his hand from his cloak, empty of any possessions. Finally, his gaze returned to Specter, and he brought that same hand to grasp his mask, pulling it off, the mechanism letting out a hiss as it separated from the mandalorian helmet it was connected to. "You have heard of my plight, you've said as much," he stated, taking a step toward Specter and holding out the mask for the simian. "My only request would be that you destroy this, and anything tied to it you ever come across. Revan is not a name I want to be remembered. Good, bad, no matter. I have caused more harm than not. I will never be able to return to my family," his voice faltered for a moment. "I accept it, and I lack the power to see it through."
Now this was Interesting. He looked at the Helmet and Revan's plea for a new future, build on the foundation of a past rid of his name. He had expected a demand to kill someone he hated, or make reckless vengeance. But this was surprisingly welcome.
Specter after all, wasn't his given name. It was Kuuta. However, he rid the world of his name given to him in slavery, instead taking on the name he provided himself: Specter. So this request of Revan's hit home, the ape
wiping off the expression on his face for a more serious one, looking to Revan.
"And this is what you want?" Judging from the silence in turn, he figured that to be the case. Nodding, he gripped the helmet with both of his hands. "Alright then. What would you rather be remembered throughout the galaxy as?"
When Specter took the mask, Revan proceeded to lower his hood, and cast aside the rest of his helmet, tossing it aside. "I would rather be forgotten. The reason I have lived so long is for my power, and the use others desire from it. If I am forgotten, I can move on. My family can move on. The name Revan will become nothing but a ghost, and perhaps I may finally find peace. Vengeance has perused my mind for eternity. It will be someone far greater than I to rid the evil that I could not. I'm..." he drew a short breath, his stoic posture shifting for a moment, Revan suddenly appearing weaker. Frailer. Older.
"I am tired of these constant battles... my recent loss, my discussions with the boy... have made me realize how far I have fallen, and how futile my efforts truly are. If anyone can win this, if anyone can help heal our broken worlds... I believe it is one of you. No matter who succeeds among the Loser's, it truly is up to either of you. The rest of this doesn't matter."
Kassandra had the Falcon pinned to the ground, one hand grasping his throat, the other one holding his arm. Whatever thread he still had acting as armor had been destroyed by the impact, leaving his abdomen particularly exposed. The dust settled as some of the crimson thread below them vanished.
Rebellio grit his teeth, trying to use his free hand to pry her fingers away from his throat, feeling her grip weaken ever so slightly as the red aura around her faded. Did that mean she was no longer incredibly powerful? Could he still win even in this situation? Of course, he wouldn't be able to find out if he let Kassandra win here. He attempted to free his arm from her grasp, finding himself unable to get her off him. His vision grew blurrier with each passing second, feeling his strength starting to fade away.
"Survive," Chief's words echoed in his head. "If you get killed... kill them back."
A burst of energy suddenly coursed through the Adept's body, several threads gathering around his torso before solidifying into the shape of a large spike, jutting upward, heading right for the misthios' chest.
He wasn't giving up just yet.
The Knight
The bug was quickly faced with a burst of flames, the energy that gathered around its nail aiding in protecting its wielder at the cost of dealing no damage. While the Pure Nail showed no signs of damage, one of Shroom's horns was already charred. Being sent back a small distance, the bug quickly retaliated with a move it hadn't used against the machine before.
A series of pitch-black, sharp tendrils emerged from within the Knight's cloak, quickly attempting to stab through the fiery mech's exterior. A red hot drill was extended toward them, slicing through a few of them, the severed tendrils quickly dissolving into Void and vanishing, while the rest curved around the automaton's limb to head for their main target.
Metal Sonic
Metal’s eyes widened slightly as Dark Matter shielded his attack with a shield protruding from the being’s sword. Metal started flying upwards and cancelled his attack at the same time. While this put him at less risk, he still had to vent, so he couldn’t use energy attacks for the moment.
He glared down at his enigmatic enemy, who was still coming up fast. Processing the situation, Metal quickly came up with a solution. He crossed his arms, causing a black diamond to appear around him as a shield. Dark Matter’s sword clashed against it, drilling into the shield hopelessly, causing sparks to fly. The robot emitted several beeps that resembled…laughing? He then pushed the shield outwards, effectively countering Dark Matter’s attack and likely throwing him off balance due to the fact he had nothing to grip to in the air to regain his composure.
Taking advantage of this, Metal dashed forward, aiming to slice through Matter. After this, he circled back for another attack very quickly, almost instantly. Finally, he curled into a ball and aimed to smash into the void-like enemy, going in for a homing attack! @Gamingfan
Machamp
Machamp grinned as Psyduck propelled himself towards the wrestler, going in for an obvious Zen Headbutt. As soon as the duck did this, Machamp’s two right fist crackled with deadly electricity and he punched forwards with deadly power, aiming to overpower the duck’s attack and fry him! @Psymallard
Psyduck psyduck.
The energies clashed, and a huge explosion ensued, bursting multiple nearby windows, setting off a couple car alarms, and sending the much lighter Psyduck shooting through the air like an avian bullet. He struck a windshield, caving it in slightly and spawning several cracks spiderwebbing across the glass. The Duck's eyes flashed white, and Thunder Punch was Disabled, just like that. The waterfowl happened to glance into the car as he got back up, and noticed that the key was in the ignition. With a grin that could be compared to that of an evil genius, he blasted water through the windshield and plopped himself in the driver's seat.
Psyduck grasped the steering wheel, and he felt like a badass, in control of this huge hunk of metal. One problem though: he had no clue how to make it go. The bird slapped the wheel, and a honk sounded out, startling him. Always a Pokémon of short temper, The Duck opted for Plan B, and summoned a huge wave of water beneath the vehicle!
Surf carried Psyduck and his new car down the street, aiming to toss the car right into Machamp's stupid face! If he should catch it, he'd still have to deal with the wave, as well as Psyduck's relentless barrage of Hydro Pumps as he pretended to steer the wheel like he was an action hero.
"PSYDUCK PSY-DUCK, PSYDUCK PSYDUCK! [YIPPEE KI-YAY, MOTHERFUCKER!]" It's worth noting that Psyduck had no idea what this phrase meant, but he heard it from a pretty cool Rotom once.
Death
So, his opponent came prepared with their own scythe and, soon enough, was forced into backing away, leaving explosives behind. What a simple attack. Death flicked his wrist upward in response, creating a dark-purple portal under the cluster of bombs, moving it upward to transport the bombs through the portal and into the other side, upon which the portal was promptly vaporized, ensuring no harm would come to the reaper.
" Do not be a fool, to let believe that such a simple plan I would devise. It is but merely another tool, to bring about your demise. "
In timing with the jester's own teleport, Death had disappeared and re-appeared right above Jevil, scythe raised overhead. Right as he re-appeared, the dark spirit brought the massive blade down and crashed down toward Jevil, planning to phase right in through him as damaging crimson energies spiralled around his now translucent being, ensured to deal damage to this joker should he be unable to react in time. @Captain Pokémon
Dark Matter
Rainbow clashed against darkness (ironic given the entity wielding the rainbow), releasing a hail of energy sparks. Dark Matter squinted its singular eye at the strangely shaped barrier. Was it made of...darkness?
Questions for later, for now, Metal Sonic knocked Dark Matter back. Despite his intentions however, Dark Matter was no stranger to fighting midair. In fact, it rarely ever touched the ground in the first place. Its balance remained unaffected, the release simply sending the entity back a bit, allowing it enough time to smoothly glide to the side, evading Metal Sonic's initial hit, slashing its blade as he passed as to make sure the robot regretted his actions.
As Metal went for the second hit, Dark Matter did not even turn around. Before Metal could strike, let alone homing attack, Dark Matter's back burst into an array of spikes, aiming to stab the point blank bot
Amaterasu
Turner's speed was definitely impressive. However, Amaterasu's wasn't one to be underestimated. The purpose of the attack was to be quick, after all. Once Turner wrapped his arms around her, Amaterasu's tail swished quickly, leaving two horizontal lines....
And the area exploded......with mist, encasing both beasts.
The Veil of Mist was not to be underestimated. From Turner's perspective, he would catch a brief whiff of a pleasant, calming scent. But by the time he would've caught it, time would've slowed for Amaterasu, giving her four seconds to pull herself out of his grip.
The second thing Turner would likely note was that he was now choke holding a cherry bomb.
The explosion wouldn't be as fantastical as her Firestorm, but most demons would agree it would sting quite a bit.
Weavile
As the shell burst through the icicle, a hail of frozen bullets rained in front of Weavile, who kept sneering. She bent low, before splitting into another army of Weavile. Due to the small space they were in, a good chunk were taken out by the initial shotgun blast, but through a combination of evasive maneuvers and necessary sacrifice, a few Weavile managed to get close. They all put on a burst of speed and slid, as if attempting to knock Leon off his feet.
Robobot Armor
The armor felt the tendrils grab it's arm. It considered burning them off with it's other arm, until it heard an explosion. It worked quickly, instead using its superior strength to swing The Knight above itself, using it and its widespread tendrils to cover itself from the magma rain
If it managed to escape in time, it would simply have to tank the rain as it moved, not wanting to leave Snake with any more time to himself. It moved away from the motar's destination and spotted Snake and his missile. If The Knight remained firm on its arm, it would proceed to burn it with its other arm, positioning it so that the flames would detonate the missile a good distance away, making sure to re-aim if Snake did. If not, it would send flames in front and beside itself, detonating the missile and keeping The Knight a good distance away.
"You...believe there is a possibility a human may triumph over me? Ha! The lost must have rattled you, old man. I will ensure your request is filled, but I must say, I am slightly underwhelmed."
Elaborating on this further, he continued on with his monologue.
"You see, my forces have been given strict orders before I left to take advantage of this blip, and the probably wave afterwards. Such a opportunity, and the only thing you want is to die unknown? A rather unceremonious end to the 'almighty' Revan, is it not?"
The bug's tendrils dug into the surface of the automaton's limb, causing some minor damage. The mech was quick to fling Shroom upwards, tendrils retracting back into its cloak as the magma rain closed in. Avoiding damage fully would be impossible, to it had to minimize it as much as it could.
The Knight's body was enveloped in shadow as it moved through the air, considerably reducing the damage it took from the extremely hot liquid. After a moment, it raised a nub before crashing down with Descending Dark, though the Robobot Armor had already moved out of the way. The bug struck the ground with incredible force, releasing a burst of SOUL and shadow upon impact, sending rocks and magma flying everywhere, hopefully damaging the mech in some way.
Metal Sonic
Metal parried the sword blow by quickly moving his arm under it and pushing upwards, causing it to miss. As he circled back around for the second hit, Dark Matter’s back…hair…things sharpened into large spikes. A trivial obstacle. Once Metal neared, he grabbed one of the spikes and simultaneously moved his arm to the side so he didn’t get stabbed in the process.
Now that he was at point blank and Matter was in a disadvantageous position, the robot activated his Ring Spark Field. Deadly, powerful electricity covered Metal’s body, which would then spread towards Dark Matter. If all went to plan, this would be a devastating attack! @Gamingfan
Machamp
The superpower pokemon shook his fist in confusion as Thunder Punch was disabled, grunting quizzically. However, his attention was quickly diverted towards Psyduck as he…hopped into a car? The duck honked once before a wave of water appeared beneath the vehicle, propelling it towards Machamp.
However, the wrestler was not deterred, instead appearing excited! Machamp leapt forwards in an arc, right past the car’s engine section and right above the driver’s seat! The mass of muscle then brought his fist down right through the car’s hood like it was tin foil, aiming go grab Psyduck with his crushing grip! @Psymallard
Jevil
The jester looked up, pupils suddenly appearing in his previously empty eye sockets as Death crashed down towards him, surrounded by crimson energy. Jevil simply sidestepped midair, rather cartoonishly, to avoid this. It seemed the darkener wouldn’t be taken out so easily. As Death crashed towards the ground, a cluster of cartoonish bombs appeared in a pile, which would promptly explode in order to do some damage to the grim reaper.
In the meantime, Jevil floated upwards, swirling his hand in the process. A large tornado of spades appeared around Death’s current position, kicking up a deadly wind. Additionally, spades would begin to rapidly fly at him from all directions, hoping to overwhelm the opponent. @DevVoid
P.S.Y.D.U.C.K.
To Psyduck's surprise, the brute just leapt over the attack. He leaned out of his window just in time for Machamp to punch into the roof of the car, and The Duck pulled himself almost all the way out the window to avoid the grab. He prepared a Hydro Pump, and then the car hit the ground. The jolt shook the waterfowl off of the vehicle, which would flip forwards from the continued inertia of the wave, threatening to crush Machamp if he didn't free his fist in time!
T.U.R.N.E.R.
Turner was sure of himself, but the beast's tail waved just as the rapier's tip was mingling with wolf fur. Amaterasu found a terrifying level of speed, and left some sort of explosive in Turner's grip. He did not hesitate to fling the bomb away, but it wasn't far enough to prevent the shockwave from throwing him into a bunch of crates. Shakily, he stood yet again, using the rapier as light support.
"Ugh- You... you're some sort of deity, yeah? What do you fight for?"
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