Nexus Battle Royale — Threat Elimination Protocol (PvP)

[Claptrap]

Claptrap's eye widened as his ally and his foe fused into a singular being. The newly formed Agent Kanda stunned the little robot. He looked kinda like Smith, and he talked like him, but he was obviously not Smith. The human's heroism burned on like a beacon of light in the metaphorical dark. Claptrap was impressed, inspired even, by the human's determination. 

Then the metaphorical dark became real. 

Claptrap stumbled around blindly, robbed of his biggest edge. The robot moved slowly with his arms out in front of him, hoping that he would find an ally before an enemy. He soon came across something laying on the ground. Squinting through the gloom, Claptrap could make out the form of Agent Kanda. 

"Is he... Dead?" Claptrap whimpered. "No! No, he can't be!" As Claptrap summoned his shotgun, the light produced in the process was entirely choked out by the fog. The robot could hear the flaming skeleton and the clown monster fighting close by. Claptrap sped towards the fighting. There was a fire in the little robot's eye. As he came closer to the fighting, the pair came into view. It was an enthralling sight. The clown was summoning pins and throwing the occasional body part, while the skeleton summoned weapons that were seemingly made of light. Additionally, another undead had joined the fight. Some sort of green zombie was swinging a rusty sword all over the place, presumably trying to 
hit the clown fusion.

"Hey!" Claptrap cried furiously. "No one hurts my friends." The robot fired a round at the monster, only for the bullets to harmlessly bounce off. The Harbinger turned its head towards the annoyance and glared at the robot.

"I... Uh... Hehe..." Claptrap backed off slightly, laughing nervously. The Harbinger picked Claptrap up by his antenna, eliciting a high pitched screech from the robot. 

"You are nothing more than an annoyance." The skeleton said. "You are an insect. An insect that needs to be swatted." The Harbinger tossed Claptrap into the air and sent him crashing back to the earth sub a 'weak' swat. While the bit was weak by the Harbinger's standards, the blow still sent Claptrap rocketing towards the ground with an 'eep'.

Claptrap moaned as he picked himself up, his small body wracked with pain. Summoning his pistol, Claptrap fired off a few rounds at the Harbinger, who shrugged of the shots as if they were small pebbles being thrown by a child. 

"You still fight?" The Harbinger said, almost laughing. "Why delay the inevitable? Just allow yourself to die and be done with it." Claptrap's single eye stared back into the Harbinger's, trying to look intimidating while simultaneously being terrified.  

"There's no way in hell I'm dying today." Claptrap said. "If anyone's going to did... It will probably be me, actually, but my point is," Claptrap cocked his pistol. "I'm going to do my best and try my hardest to beat you. And that's all you can ask for."

[Shang Tsung]

The little robot pulled the trigger and watched the bullet cleave through empty air.

“Say wha—” Before the sentence could be finished, a skeletal fist crashed down against Claptrap’s skull.  Another hand closed around one of his scrawny limbs and swung him up into the air.  At the first bash against the floor, the robot let out a melodramatic gurgling noise.

With Gamzio barreling down on him, the Harbinger twisted and hurtled the flailing robot at the horned man-creature that had replaced Strazio Rockwell.  A crisp ‘motherfucker’ could be heard before the pair was knocked backwards to the ground, leaving the burning gestalt with enough time to turn and intercept Agent Kanda.  The two fusions locked up near the rubble of the fountain.  The suit-clad fighter tried to wriggle free, but the other gestalt clutched onto his forearms.  “Inevitable.”

Agent Kanda was knocked backwards by a quick thrust, but the professional-looking fusion had the wherewithal to dive free from the burst of sparkling energy that would have torn clean through him.  With a natural grace, the agent rolled up to his feet and turned to confront his adversary, but before he could formulate a means to use his speed for advantage, a great shadow fell over him.

“What?”  Senses tickled in the fusion’s mind as he spun and drew his two swords—the katana and the chidori—from his waist.  He held them up in time to intercept a downward swipe from the Rathian, and while it seemed that the agent could have batted the creature aside, a second beam of marvelous energy crashed against his back.  While he held his hands high, his knees buckled, and a second sweeping attack sent him skittering across the floor of the Nexus.

To its left, the Harbinger heard the thud of steel upon flesh.  It turned quickly to see Gamzio tied up with the plague marine, and a moment later, the fusion of clown and rage vessel could feel the ethereal flames tickling at the back of his neck.

“Motherfucker trying to get up on me!”  Gamzio managed to shove Okor off balance and turned toward the Harbinger.  The creature’s flames flashed green as it lifted its hands and summoned a hard light deuce club into each skeletal fist.  “Oh, you gonna motherfucking do me like that?”

Viridian flames faded into red as the first clubbing blow crashed against Gamzio’s cheek.  The next one connected with the underside of his chin, causing his teeth to clink together and his neck to snap back for a moment.  “Motherfuck.”  The gestalt growled as he tried to bring his own weapons to bear on his opponent.  In that moment, Okor’s bolter smashed against the back of Gamzio’s skull.  Despite the ringing in his head, the double teamed fusion dropped down and used the momentum from the impact to roll out from in-between his adversaries.  

“You wanna play that way?”  Gamzio shouted as purple bolts of electricity started to dance across his muscled form.  “Let’s dance, motherfucker!”  He threw his head back as the static build up erupted into a veritable blanket of electricity across his body.  Falling back a few steps, he dropped his clubs and grinned as he lifted his hands.  As he moved, bolts of crackling electricity snaked up his limbs and coalesced within his trembling palms.  When his fingers snapped into tight fists, the masses of lightning surged outward and took the shape of two scintillating spears.  

Opting out of something witty or insulting, Gamzio simply took a solid step forward and flung the pair of spears at his intended target.  The Harbinger held up a fist, and there was a flash of red and yellow as a hard light shield shined to life to intercept the projectiles.  There was a clap of thunder as the spear-shaped bolts of lightning exploded against the Spartan Shield.  On the other end of the throw, Gamzio scowled as the dust settled to reveal the opaque shield of light.  Behind the Grecian bulwark, red and green flames burned gently.

The horned fusion watched, the shield dropped to the ground and ceased to exist.  As it fell away from its owner, Gamzio’s scowl faded away when he saw the all-too familiar coat of electricity dancing across the skeletal body of the Harbinger.  With a sudden movement, the burning gestalt threw out a hand and released a crackling spear that slammed hard into his adversary’s shoulder.

Harbinger turned sharply at the sound of the bolter’s report.  Never one to excel at evasion, Okor took lumbering steps back as he tried to put a round through the skull of Agent Kanda, who lashed out against him with a quick succession of katana swings.

Lifting its hand, Harbinger willed a hard light bolter into its hand and leveled its shot.  A moment later, the agent stifled a scream as the rad-infused bolt exploded against the small of his back and half-buried a handful of plagued shrapnel into his flesh.  With the speedy gestalt paused momentarily, Okor swung with the full force of his pestilence-riddled bulk.

With Gamzio still reeling, the Harbinger saw a moment to close the book on the fusion of samurai and rogue program.  As the skeletal fusion stepped forward, he felt a soft weight crash into his back leg with just enough force for him to notice it.

“Where you goin?!”  A high-pitched computer voice shouted as the fusion felt metal fingers graze across his leg.  “You scared?”

With a skull for a face, the Harbinger had no means to subtly convey emotions, but as he lifted the leg to stare at the little robot, Claptrap swore that the flames that blanketed the monster seemed to swell.  Reaching down to his side, the would-be synthetic hero fumbled for his gun, but before he could bring it to bear, the jian crashed against his ‘skull,’ further denting and splintering the mobile machine’s metal casing.

“Th-this is…” the robot’s eye flickered as his talking started to glitch.  “A l-l-long day.”

Planting his foot against Claptrap’s face, Harbinger shoved the little robot off his leg.  Before the machine had a chance to crash against the ground, a swift kick sent him flailing into the backdrop.

“Motherrrrfuuuuckerrrrrrr…”

The Habringer turned at the sound of the sing-songy insult and recoiled as a sparkling fist came at his face.  Latching a hand around Gamzio’s wrist, the burning gestalt managed to redirect his adversary’s palm just before it opened up and released a thunderous burst of white energy.

“Get fucked!”  Gamzio growled in frustration as he threw back his head and screamed.  An instant later, a shockwave burst out from around the fusion, plucking the Harbinger up into the air and throwing it backwards toward the ruins of the Fountain.  Pleased with himself, the horned fusion sneered and managed to make a few steps forward before the full weight of the bloodied Rathian crashed down onto him.

Rising to its feet, the Harbinger summoned a jian and a lightsaber, and without skipping a beat, it spun and blocked against the two swords of Agent Kanda.  Both fusions stared down the other as their weapons grated and hissed against one another over their heads.

[Moon]

Okor was distracted by other things. Maybe it was time to make his leave. Was it really worth it, though? Abandoning everyone? He certainly wasn't a coward, but he knew when he wasn't gonna win. Maybe he could call some help? Perhaps that'd work. There has got to be more than just these Primes out here. The good natured ones, like... like Ambrosia, perhaps. Though how would they get here in time, and how would they be able to fight the Harbinger? It hurt his head just to think by now. Hauling himself up from the ground, he stared at the gate. It was time.


Maybe he would leave with a small gift. Hopefully that would be helpful enough as to turn the tides of this battle. Probably not. But goddamn if he didn't try. He took his sword from his sheath, throwing into the Nexus, and in the middle of the fight. Time to go, now.

[Yu Kanda]

Being pushed back during their clash of weapons Kanda saw no other choice, in order to stop this evil he had to allow the innocence to take over. This foul creature was just toying with them. The mocking laughter of the skeleton was the last thing Kanda heard before he unleashed the divine power of the exorcists. The agent’s eyes suddenly shined a bright blue light, shutting Harbringer's laughter up as it took a step back. Kanda’s entire body got covered with lightning like energy, a white-yellow colour covered the fusion’s body. Even the angelic wings grew back, it was a sight to behold.

From the inside Smith fought the innocence for control. The program part of the fusion felt his code being overwritten by the strange energy that washed over him. Smith wasn't going to let some choir boy take over, and resisted with every fiber of his being,.. and succeeded. The angelic appearance quickly started to show signs of corruption, the pure white-yellow energy started to become overtaken by furious red flames. It wasn’t long before the code reached it’s beautiful angelic wings and the feathers started to decay and burn, leaving nothing but a black carcass where the once divine limbs were attached. The Agent grinned and readjusted his sunglasses, “Mr.Kanda, you are too kind. ”

Standing in front of Okor was a man burning with hellish flames, a divine energy tainted with cruel intent.

"How the mighty have fallen." The marine uttered, appearing to have a sense of satisfaction whilst looking at the tainted divinity.  Agent Kanda's head turned towards Okor, it's sunglasses covering the blue light that are his eyes but were still powerful enough for the diseased infected soldier to feel uncomfortable. A single powerful uppercut to send the metallic soldier flying upwards towards the white sky.

Before the humanlike projectile realized what was happening it was already meters up in the air. Lingering a brief moment before falling,in a white- yellow flash the agent appeared in front of the marine, grabbing him. The agent’s ability to fly allowed both primes to hover, "I told you, before this battle was over you would find salvation in the hands of an angel."  A sinister Smith-like grin appeared within the flames that engulfed his face, "May god have mercy on your soul." The grip on Okor released, followed by a single mighty blow to his chest, powered by the corrupted energy. A loud bang, as if breaking the sound barrier itself was heard as the soldier was rocketing towards the nexus floor, creating a large crater paired with a cloud of debris on impact.

Harbringer witnessed the attack, and got ready to step in. This so called Agent was starting to pose somewhat of a threat. The beast prepared to take off but lost sight of the angelic agent. From behind he heard the deep burning voice speak, “You’re next.” The goliath responded by swiftly sending an elbow backwards, hitting nothing but air.

The empty sockets within its skull searched for the source, when out of nowhere the burning grin of the Agent appeared. Another strike into thin air made the titan roar loud with aggravation. “Face me like a man!” His wish was granted sooner than expected, from the skeleton’s right side he heard the agent’s voice once more, “Allow me to comply”. Followed by a mean left hook that, for the first time in this battle, send Harbringer flying. Upon impact of the blow bones were heard breaking, the Agent's body wasn’t able to deal with the amount of power it possessed.

Gamzio didn’t know what was going on but for the first time, there was hope, “Yeah! Eat that suckah! Go agent dude!”

“Impossible!” The green flamed Harbringer shouted with a crack in his skull. “I shall take your soul for this!”

Kanda did not respond to the threat, he was assessing the damage caused by his own attack. Hand to hand combat was a mistake.

“Yo Agent bro, think you can manage to keep him still for like a second? I got a score to settle with that motherfucker.”

The burning man nodded, “Lead the way.”

Gamzio started to charge himself with the rage-fueled power,”This time you’re mine, punk!” The rage clown shouted right before taking off full speed towards the flaming skeleton.

“Stupid meaningless insects!” It shouted as a counterattack was being prepared. Raising his lightsaber, ready to strike down the charging rage monster. Yet the raised weapon did not make it’s way down, from behind the agent held the harbringer in an arm lock, using every bit of strength available to keep the being from striking.

“You insolent pest!” the demon shouted as it broke free from the Agent’s lock. Having only a small window of opportunity the agent moved like lightning itself, moving at a speed that for a brief moment it almost seemed to slow time itself. Before the lightsaber struck down Agent Kanda kicked the skeleton like creature against it back, unbalancing it and pushing right into Gamzio’s charge, knocking the air out of it’s lungs.

“Aawh yeah! Take that!” the rage clown said triumphantly whilst still pumped up on rage. Harbringer quickly reconciled by grabbing Gamzio’s hair and forcing it down against an upcoming knee, bashing the clowns face in, covering it with it’s own blood. Knowing Agent Kanda was still behind him, the demon immediately turned around as his victim crumbled to the floor. Behind him the agent had both his swords at the ready, coated in the same energy. The weapons appeared to be extensions of his arms and with a taunting gesture he took to sky. Still carrying his own two weapons Harbringer went in pursuit.

Primes in the vicinity had trouble keeping up with the battle up high, they saw flashes of movement, heard forceful colliding of primes and steel clash. The battle in the sky raged on for about fifteen seconds, when it was Harbringer that came crashing down. A wounded Agent Kanda flew straight at him, like a spear descending from heaven. The demonic creature was strong and skillful enough to stop the blade whilst on his back, before it pierced through his body, “Nice try.”

The agent pushed down with all his might but the sword wouldn’t budge, Harbringer was just too strong.

“AAWH YEAH! Tagteam that bitch!” A shout came from above Kanda, Gamzio leapt into the air and was going in. With kick-landing against the hilt of the sword the primes forced the blade into Harbinger’s lower abdomen. Releasing the full wrath of the demon. With a powerful blast of energy it send both the Agent and Gamzio flying. The attack was powerful enough to force the agent to use his last bit of energy, the fusion wore off. Both Kanda and Agent Smith landed separately on the battlefield.

The young exorcist body was all but destroyed, covered in bruises, blood and open wounds. Bones broken within his body, the transformation took its toll. Trembling, the divine warrior stood upright, a dark shadow was cast over his eyes. Raising both weapons the by honor bound warrior took a weak fighting stance, was he even conscious?

1200 words according to my precious google docs.

T2 Powerup up : Angelic form was used, combined with our fusion for 1 post our remainder of 3SP has been depleted. Both primes are now seperate beings again. 0/7SP
left.

For refference Agent Kanda T2 Stats:
ATK:12
DEF:2
SPD:13
TEC:7

Lets have a great last round!

[Magus]

Harbinger looked upon the devastation They had wrought and They deemed that it was good.

One fusion lay bloody at Their feet while the other had literally been broken. The rest of Their opponents had been broken or had scattered. This, too, was good.

The mightiest fusion snorted derisively in spite of Their lack of a nose, before breaking into a peal of sinister laughter.

They gazed upon the separated forms of Agent Kanda.

“Pity,” the gestalt chuckled. “We had hoped you would have offered us more of a challenge. We took notice of you. Alas, it was not to be.”

“Fuck you,” Gamzio retorted, clambering up on noodling legs.

“No,” Harbinger retorted, before blinking out of sight and back in again, Their face less than an inch from Gamzio’s. “Fuck you.”

A flaming fist drove itself into the ‘rival’ fusion’s gut, lifting him off his feet, and then the gestalt blinked out and immediately back in again, behind Their victim, delivering a crushing knee to Gamzio’s spine, twisting and contorting the fusion’s entire form.

Harbinger vanished again, appearing at Gamzio’s side to throw a flying punch to the Raging Jokester’s jaw.

The troll-mage sailed through the air, and once again, the Harbinger leveraged the Aspect of Magus’ Shadowstep.

In the wavering monochrome In-Between, the Many-unto-One could see the Shadow People who had antagonized and unnerved Magus. Here, now, they seemed so utterly insignificant. Part of the Harbinger wanted to interrogate them, invigorated by the surging power within, but the other Aspects had a different hunger.

So They strode past the slowly drifting Gamzio, taking position directly in the way of the Prisoner of Rage. The Harbinger lazily raised an open hand while phasing back into the material plane, and instantly time caught up to Them.

The amalgamated fusion caught Gamzio’s head in Their open palm and immediately used his momentum to carry him up in a sweeping arc over the Harbinger’s flaming form and straight down into the unforgiving tiles of the Nexus.

“Forgive Us, but We shall return to you soon,” the Harbinger rumbled as They turned Their back on Gamzio and toward the recuperating, recently-unfused duo.

The fiery force of nature paused for the briefest of moments to gaze at another spectacle unfolding before Them. The battered little robot was wheeling about in a wild, zig-zagging pattern as Okor furiously blasted at it with his devastating bolt pistol.

The Harbinger glared down at Yu and at Smith. “We are disappointed, Smith. For all your talk of loyalty and betrayal, you are quick to turn on those who help you.”

“No-”

“We were not done talking,” Harbinger flashed before Smith, clamping Their skeletal hand around his throat, silencing the impudent agent.

“You genuinely thought you could defeat Us,” the Harbinger suppressed a chuckle. If it could have smirked, it would have. “We felt it. Your hope. Your… ambition. But,” Their grip tightened, and Smith’s skin rippled under the tension like the creaking of leather. “We were only warming up. Still, we also have… ambition. And this… diversion… has become boring.

So… it has come time for us to end it.”

There was no build-up. No drama. Only a sudden, unimaginable catastrophic burst of noise so intense that Yu, Okor, the robot, and everyone else were thrown to the floor, even Gamzio.

All except the Harbinger, and the vermin suspended in Their grasp.

The bringer of Loss and Fear and Hunger and Ruin now shone a deep, angry red. Different than the shades of the Aspect of Atelos. Worse.

“We are better than you,” the Harbinger hissed, flicking Smith away like a discarded tissue, only sending him careening at breakneck speed, straight into Yu.

The Harbinger flickered into being in front of Gamzio who was still recovering on his hands and knees from the fall.

“Please, allow Us to help,” the gestalt reached down and grasped a fistful of Gamzio’s hair, before smashing his face into the tiles once, twice, three times, and then again, and again, and again. With each successive thwack, the Harbinger put more and more effort into the slam as a growing spattering of blood and spit decorated the Nexus. Soon, teeth and bits of flesh added to the macabre mix before a sharp clang of metal against bone rang out.

The Harbinger let go of Gamzio’s skull, leaving the profusely bleeding fusion for the moment and slowly, deliberately, turning to the source of the new sound. The swordsman and cracked his sword against the back of the gestalt’s head.

“You will be defeated, you monster. If not by my hand, then by another, but I cannot stand idly by while you murder him,” Kanda spat as he glared at the flaming amalgamation with death in his eyes.

“We respect your bravery, but surely by now you must see that this is useless,” the Harbinger declared, before casually backhanding Kanda so hard he shrieked through the air and smashed through the crumbling wall of the Fountain.

The flames licking off the Harbinger were intense now, burning off Their bones in a hissing conflagration whose sound was reminiscent of the flamethrowers of Vietnam, a constant hiss-fwoom of energy that burst from Them with such hunger that they threatened to set the air on fire.

“Smith, We are most angry with you,” They said as the Agent withdrew a gun from his suit and opened fire upon Them, bullets harmlessly bouncing off Them. A hard-light version of Smith’s Desert Eagle materialized in the Harbinger’s grip as They approached. “Most angry.”

Harbinger levelled Their handgun at Smith’s knee and opened fire. A translucent .50 caliber bullet smashed into the man’s flesh, eliciting an agonized shriek-scream from the man, who fired at his fiery executioner until his slide locked open with a damning click.

“Such… limitation. You know, we have hardly begun to push our boundaries. If We were capable of breaking a sweat, as it were, We would be nowhere near that point. You, on the other hand,” the Harbinger pointed Their gun at Smith’s good knee and pulled the trigger, and another animalistic scream erupted from the Agent’s lips.

A sudden, tackling blow staggered the Harbinger as Gamzio speared into Them, his face a grotesquely bruised and bloody mass of hamburger. The Harbinger slapped Their foe away, levelling the hard-light Deagle at him and unloading a barrage of bullets at him, before a bloody dragon soared in from above for a claw-raking, only to collapse in mid-strike, falling on top of the already succumbing Gamzio.

The Harbinger moved to tower over Smith, who lay useless at Their feet. Eyeless sockets bore down into Smith’s obscured eyes as the mightiest fusion raised an open palm at the Agent’s head. Blasphemous energies swirled into existence, purple-black flames congealed in a greasy fog.

“We will bestow our gifts upon the Omniverse. Acceptance of our Blessings is non-negotiable.”

1147 words as per wordcounter.net

The Harbinger has ascended to T2 and will maintain it for the rest of the round. New stats are 18/10/11/16. Tremble, mortals.

Harbinger has dealt harsh and brutal punishment to Yu, Smith, and Gamzio while Okor and Claptrap do battle.

The Rathalos is dead, having collapsed upon Gamzio.

Harbinger lords over Smith, prepared to blast a Gloom bolt through his face.

[Okor]

Okor staggered to his feet, his one remaining arm wiping away the tainted blood staining his ragged facial hair, streams of rancid corruption sinking deeper into the coarse beard. The prattling machine was a distraction, an automaton diverting his attention from the fight raging behind him. He turned to face the ongoing brawl, god-like power ravaging the nexus, gunfire from the iron dwarf impacting against him, carving an erratic pattern of wounds across his side, necrotic flesh blossoming into ragged holes. The near-constant barrage of bullets ended as mechanical claws reloaded the needlessly decorated weapon, the corporate logos sprayed across its length almost as obnoxious as the machine wielding it. The muscles of his jaw forced themselves open, battling against rigour mortis to make his voice heard.

”I… tire of this.” He spat, the words crawling from the decrepit abyss of his maw.

”I tire of your so-called justice shielding the craven.” A blast from the bot’s blunderbuss ravaged the stump of his maimed limb, the growing ossiferous lattice shattering from the impact.

”I tire of your rage being screamed to the empty heavens, in the vain hope of… finding anything that will bother to listen.” He took another shuddering step forward, a spray of ceramite scarring his face as the weapon gouged a crater into his warplate.

”I tire of… letting you think you have a chance.” Ebon fluid seeped from the cracks in his armour, the pitch-black sludge flowing over his form, concealing him within its inky depths as it bubbled and bulged, twisting and warping the ‘man’ beneath. The corrupted cocoon swelled in size, the normally massive marine entirely subsumed by the sable shroud.

A titanic talon tore apart his shell. Dripping with corruption, gears groaned and snarled as a monolithic limb crashed into the blank surface of the nexus, an abandoned blade snapping under his weight, the meter-long blade being crushed to powder beneath his tread. Twinned claws idly shredded the air, massive fists attached to an armoured sarcophagus set in nigh-impenetrable ceramite.

Dreadnought.

It was as sight that inspired fear and despair amongst the ranks of the enemy, an unstoppable juggernaut of devastation, am ambulant altar to the Lord of All. No sane man would stand against it.

A reptilian carcass impacted against the hull as a familiar face made its return, bloodied features overlaid with the visage of a horned harlequin, immense power burning within its alien oculuses. A snarl issued forth from corroded speakers, seeping into existence. ”You.” Twinned clubs hung loosely in the Jester’s hands, his own blood staining the ivory bludgeons. They coughed, a small amount of blood flecking their lips as they chuckled. “What can I say? Can’t keep a good clown down.”

The gigantic bulk of Okor’s newly forged form paused, claws idly twitching in the air, eager to pulp flesh beneath their might. Rusted tines embedded within his grey matter sparked, the barely-contained violent compulsions that plagued the Chosen translating into involuntary spasms in the machinery of his mechanized coffin. ”You speak of justice. Tear apart this hell, gaze into the smallest fragment of a fragment of a... fragment of this unreality, and try to find justice. There is naught but primes, and our will.”

He took another lumbering step forward, pistons hissing as they struggled to propel his mass. He snarled his proclamation, contempt dripping in conjunction with corruption from his corroded bulk. ”There is no justice but us. There is no hope but… us. There is no hope, but us.” A claw dragged against the blank plains of the nexus, warp-spawned barnacles across his chassis extending forked tongues, sustaining themselves on the violence perpetrated, their unnatural lives subsisting entirely on the ending of others.

”And we will make it good. Our will shall be writ here in blood. Betrayers… Burn.”

With a shriek of metal on metal, his torso twisted, his fists careening towards the fused berserkers, the pendulous pummeling implements dripping darkness as they approached him. Newly vestigial limbs slapped against his confines, his armoured coffin mimicking his desire to rip and tear the flesh of those who would dare to oppose him.

”Cowards… Crack.” The armour-rending fists crashed into Gamzio, the violent noise of the impact as sweet as music to his ears, the snapping of ribs a subtle melody. Splayed talons set themselves down as he consolidated his position, hammering hands raised above his sarcophagus, prepared to descend upon the downed warrior like the guillotine of the gods.

”And Fools fall.”

A slender spear embedded itself in his optics, the opaque glass cracking as static claimed his vision, the remaining optics and semi-organic eyes embedded in the rusted hulk turning to focus on the angelic warrior who opposed him. Blood ran from numerous wounds on their slight body, although which were inflicted by the battle and which by their own sanguine spellweaving was difficult to determine. ”It… never ends, does it? End one, and another rises.” Rusted robotics screamed in protest as he moved, abandoning the fallen foe as he turned his attention towards his new target. A mask of grim defiance hid any emotions that remained within the sacred warrior, vitae seeping from a shattered nose as he struggled to retain his stance, the ruby bow clenched in shaking fingers threatening to unbalance the exhausted fighter. His sapphire eyes looked furtively around, making a series of signals the half-blind engine of entropy was unable to spot. ”This Farce ends h-”

That was when things went wrong.

Strength to rival his own made itself apparent, trollish flesh meeting and overcoming legion steel as mere hands began to tear asunder his monolithic leg, the devotional sigils carved into the surface offering no aid. Roaring in rage, he lashed out with bludgeons the size of men, the life-ending assaults sending ripples through the unbreakable nothingness of the nexus as his nimble foes evaded his blows. A blade sliced through corroded pistons, the hydraulic fluids within spilling out into the formerly pristine vista, staining the combatants as they continued their desperate dismantlement, hugging the unholy sepulchre of their would-be slayer, every massive fist that went over their heads a constant reminder of how close they were to an untimely demise.

They knew full well that they could only evade his grasp for so long. The Entropy Okor professed made it abundantly clear: Sooner or later, they would make an error. A singular misstep, and they would fall from the path of glory, and into a shallow grave.

Kanda and Straizo knew this, to be exact. The Troll prying out vital mechanisms, however, had no such reservations, the ruin he wrought upon the dreadnought an ample outlet for his nigh-insatiable anger.

1166 Words according to Google docs. Okor is sustaining Dreadnought for the round, leaving him at 0 SP and 9/11/0/2.

[Strazio Rockwell]

An engine of entropy and a god of destruction raged upon the battlefield. Those that stood before them were hopelessly outclassed, and yer they still thrashed against their fate. Okor’s coffin stood resolute against the vicious force of Gamzio. The creature’s blood-stained hands tore deep into the plague marine’s new shell, ripping at redundant systems and shredding vestigial components. His nimble body and lightning fast reflexes allowed him to weave between Okor’s clumsy blows, dodging every devastating strike with the finesse of a grand dancer. Unfortunately, every dance must come to an end. Rust-coated metal collided with pallid flesh, unleashing a wicked squelch across the battlefield. One solid strike was all it to to send Gamzio skittered across the ivory floors. Thick dollops of lavender blood, laced with lightning, painted the Nexus with a spray of violet.
 
“This ain’t working motherfucker,” Gamzio growled, clutching at his leaking chest.
 
For a brief moment their fused form fluttered, and their power waned. His legs shuddered and a burst of purple tar spewed forth from his chest. A mortal man would’ve been dead a long time ago, but the pure unmitigated tenacity of Gamzee and Strazio forced their fusion to press forward. However Gamzio was at his end, a sudden tonal shift swallowed the troll. No longer was his mind one. No, both personalities severed themselves from the other. Like a dying star Gamzio sputtered and coughed, large arcs of energy sheared across his flesh.
 
“I better not regret this clown,” Strazio’s voice spit venom through Gamzio’s throat, “I’m counting on you!”
 
Like a spirit being exorcised Strazio erupted from Gamzee’s chest in burst of white energy. A phoenix from ashes the Avatar of Rage was born anew. His flesh pulsed with poison and blood, horrid trinkets from a battle hard-fought. The avatar’s form sparked erratically, barely being kept together by the most tenuous of threads. Every breath reminded him of cracked ribs and punctured organs. Every step spattered energy-infused blood.
 
Shattered bones.
 
Sputtering blood.
 
“Bro, what are you doing?” Gamzee asked, placing a hand on the avatar’s shoulder.
 
Relentless hope.
 
With a shove Strazio pushed his friend back, “don’t try and stop me!”
 
Strazio Rockwell surged forward, his eyes locked on Harbinger. Every stepped dug his grave that much deeper. Every step tore open his wounds and left a trail of wicked red. Harbinger turned towards the approaching Rockwell and a deep hearty chuckling rattled reality.
”Come Rockwell,”  the gestalt boomed, ”come and find your death.”
 
“Gladly!”
 
The fiery shaft of a spartan spear materialized into existence. Harbinger wielded the weapon with frightening poise. With a sickening squelch Strazio rushed forward and impaled himself upon the weapon. Unabated by his new puncture wound, the avatar pressed closer sliding along the shaft of the spartan’s spear. Another spear of hard-light ripped into reality, tearing through his chest and pinning him tight. Bleeding hands reached out, gripping tight against Harbinger’s ribcage. Using his opponent as a brace he impaled himself deeper, pulling ever closer to Harbinger.
 
”What do you hope to accomplish?” Harbinger hollered, ”throwing yourself upon our spears and making fool of yourself? How pathetic.”
 
The avatar began to laugh as he heaved again, pulling himself nearly breast-to-breast with his opponent. Lightning crackled across his frame as his blood began to vaporize itself. His flesh chewed at itself, sparking and burning into nothing but energy. The sizzling popping noise of burning flesh was undercut by Strazio’s wicked laughter.
 
“You,” he chuckled, pulling as tight as he could get to Harbinger’s burning form, “you of all people should know how reckless I am!”
 
”What ar-”
 
Thunderous destruction echoed across the Nexus. Strazio’s flesh exploded with the force usually reserved for a several ton bomb. Blinding light and heat swallowed the fighters, tearing against the usual tranquility of the Nexus. All that remained of the frightening Avatar of Anger was a cloud of smoke and a fine red mist. Every inch of his flesh packed incredible amounts of energy, and every liter of blood held unspeakable explosive potential. This devastating potential was turned to bare against the Harbinger. His own flesh was sacrificed to deliver a hopefully fatal blow against the god.

Activated Avatar of Rage for this post 0 SP left
Gamzee and Strazio are not fused anymore
Using a combination of sparks and detonate Strazio has killed himself in hopes of hurting Harbinger.

[Gamzee Makara]

That’s it. He’s spent.

All of that raw energy, that insatiable hunger for hurt and pain and misery; it’s all gone. As soon as Strazio Rockwell had exited the building, all of the bite out of this underdog had gone with him. And then what does his new best-bro do? He goes off and blows himself up. Purple pearls of tears form in the corners of his eyes as Gamzee crumples to his knees. For a moment it’s just him, kneeling there as if he was about to profoundly confess to an invisible god some unseen, insurmountable sin. Tears track through his dirty, bloody cheeks, smearing facepaint. The horned trickster takes a moment to slowly raise his head up to the blanche Nexus sky. There’s nothing up there, yaknow? It’s just a pure canvas, as white and innocent as a gated community. Briefly and ironically, the alien wonders what’s out there in the vast, endless white.

*tha-THUMP*

A canvas, after all, must be filled up with a beautiful painting. Where do you suppose the beginning of this particular art is? Cuz this shit? This death and destruction? This ain’t art.

*tha-THUMP*

The teenager slumps over, his fate apparent. Just as his head hits the ground, a floodgate opens. A corona of harsh dark orange begins to pulse out from Gamzee’s violet irises, slowly filling up the luminous yellow that currently inhabits his eyes. It’s like someone poured sun-baked orange soda straight into his eyeballs, dyeing them thusly. His breath quickens, like an old dishrag scrubbing the rust and gunk off of an ancient baking pan. His heartbeat follows with an attempt at a one-drum-solo.

A canvas, after all, must be filled up with a beautiful painting.

Flopping over onto his stomach, the mangled alien forces himself to his hands and knees, reaching out for his weapons of bone. Using them as leverage, the aching teen rises to a standing position. His dark tangerine eyes lock-on to a still-standing Harbitcher. The fused being seemed only mildly affected and stunned by his pal’s self destruction. Another death in vain.

Fuck. That.

For a moment, everything seems mute and fuzzy. One step forward, towards the flamey skeleton asshole. Gamzee can’t really control himself. He can feel the pain that his movements are causing, but he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Royal, High blood roars in his ears, blocking out any further explosions or insults or death threats. None of it mattered.

No seriously, fuck that!

A wide, childish grin that is short a few teeth splits the troll’s wrecked face. Why should there be only one more death? Why shouldn’t there be one more? Or two? Or twenty?!

Five dead bodies pinned on the wall, five dead bodies pinned. Take one down, pass it around, Six dead bodies pinned on the wall.

A wretched sound is erupting from the bowels of the quadrifusion, something akin to the rattling of bones and a hoarse cough. What an annoying display. As the blood and dust gradually dissipates, The Fool comes into view.

“I don’t suppose you’ll supply us with some lovely fireworks as well?”

Gamzee is silent, the only audible sound from his direction being the scrape of juggling pins along Nexus tile as they hang limply at his sides. He still parades a smirk that is only slightly too large for his face. His eyes look sunken in, and pained.

“Honk.”

The Skele-bitch doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so he decides to simply summon a wicked looking scythe and level it menacingly at the horned hooligan’s diminutive form.

The two entities stare at each other for a moment. One out of mere curiosity, as if a scientist studying best how to dissect a mouse, the other out of pure loathing, hatred and defiance.

Lightning crackles at Gamzee’s feet. The scythe shifts ever so slightly. Suddenly, without warning, the clown raises his right arm, club high in the air, as if he were a drum major. Then, he chucks the juggling pin in a throwing axe fashion right at the bastard’s burning skull. Hard.

*BONK*

The impact causes a small, almost unnoticeable crack. The Harbinger is unfazed.

“The light in your eyes; it offends us.”

The blade spins and dances through the air in a furious display, before finally using all that gathered momentum to plant itself firmly into the rebel’s midsection. The impaled in this situation feels the blade tear through his body like a needle through thread.

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A-”

With practiced ease, the bringer lifts his fool foe high above his burning skull. Violet blood and a tiny chunk of pale skin falls into the eternal, ever hungering flames. Lightning begins to crawl over Gamzee’s skin, before suddenly discharging itself in a violent explosion that propels the conduit clean off of the blade. His smoking body flips and flops across the nexus tile only about five meters away, and it is only moments before the crazed fool is back on his feet.

“That was motherfucking rude of you.”

A good hunk of Gamzee’s stomach is nowhere to be found. An open, pulsating, violet wound the size of a softball sits right above his bellybutton. Still, the prey marches towards his predator. A spear of lightning crackles to life in his right hand. The club twirls in his left.

“NOW SIT STILL AND LOOK UGLY, PUNCHLINE LOOKIN’ MOTHERFUCKER!” The troll shouts, grin still stuck to his face like gum stuck to a shoe. “‘Cuz I got good news for you.”

Taking a hop-step in the Harbinger’s direction, he launches his javelin into a beautiful pitch straight for the headshot. The monstrosity simply bats it away, the weapon exploding in a shower of sparks upon contact. Through the sparks leaps a High-Blood, juggling pin raised for the strike.

“YOU CAN’T KEEP DOWN THE CLOWN, BROTHER!” The alien latches on with his legs and free hand, clinging to the skeleton’s burning form like a tick. Down comes the ivory weapon, over and over again, one crack, two cracks, three cracks, four. Not enough, he needs some more. The rainbow paint job blurs as the strikes rain down, but only for a moment longer. The beast grows tired of this pest, and grabs the insipid child by the swingin’ arm to halt the blows. But that doesn’t stop the madman, as the royal troll rears his head back for a nasty headbutt that, quite frankly, only hurts himself.

But he doesn’t give a motherfuck.

Before he knows it, there is hand on his neck and Gamzee is flung into the ground like a hammer nailing a nail. He feels his spine crack under the strain, his bones aching and sore and in constant pain. His muscles scream. He screams, joyously so.

“Your crushed bones will make my special stardust!” He shouts zealously, as the Harbinger slams him into the ground over and over and over and-

“WELCOME TO THE DARK CARNIVAL, BROTHER!”

Lightning begins to snake its way all throughout his veins and bones and skin. He overloads this pent up rage with every slam into the Nexus, an explosion discharging upon every impact. He's still smiling.

1199 accordance to Google Docs

Fuck its four am.

Gamzee went Sober and will remain so until the end of battle. 1 SP left, i believe.

[Claptrap]

Claptrap unloaded shot after shot into the shambling monstrosity with a mimicked bolt pistol. It was a powerful weapon, but the burning phospex didn't seem to phase the abomination before the robot. Even with the help of the exorcist, the beast was barely taking a scratch. But with the clown... thing, they seemed to be doing some damage. Then the clown and the wizard split apart. Claptrap watched in horror as Strazio exploded on the Harbinger, quickly followed by a suddenly serious Gamzee. Claptrap began to hyperventilate as he watched one ally die and another be seriously injured.

"Oh, oh my god. What do we do?" Claptrap squealed. The quickly shrinking group was sandwiched between two monsters and morale was dwindling. Smith was back on his feet, albeit a little unsteadily. The agent was firing rounds from his pistol into the Harbinger, with little effect. While Claptrap was distracted with the end of Strazio, Okor had managed to sneak up on the robot. 

"Don't... Turn your back... Fool." The beast mumbled, before backhanding Claptrap across the Nexus floor, severely denting the little robot. "Meet your end." Claptrap screamed into terror at the approaching monster, before firing a phosphex round into one of the breaches Gamzio had created in the dreadnought's armour. A deep growl rolled like thunder from the monster's mouth, more from frustration than pain. 

The dreadnought swung at Claptrap again and again, only barely missing each time. It was like a strange, mechanical game of cat and mouse. Claptrap summoned his shotgun once more and fired away, barely scratching the immensely strengthened armour. Finally, Okor struck, clipping Claptrap's side, and the glancing blow was enough to catapult the small robot across the Nexus. Claptrap landed a few metres from Agent Smith, who was having no more luck with the Harbinger than Claptrap was with Okor. Claptrap opened his eye to see the Harbinger realise that Smith was back on his feet and turn to the program. 

"Oh, you're still here." The amalgamate said. "Well, let Us finish what we started." And with that, the skeleton formed a gloom bolt, aimed briefly, and fired. The bolt struck Smith in the side of the face, scouring the left side of his head. The agent shakily lifted a hand to his face, felt his raw face, and passed into shock. 

"NOOO" Claptrap screeched, his shrill voice echoing across the Nexus.

"COMPUTER" Claptrap squealed in a panic. "Analyse the footage of Agent Kanda." A window appeared in Claptrap's vision which replayed Agent Kanda using their super reflexes. Claptrap felt his gears go into overdrive as he raced towards the fallen agent.

The Harbinger lifted Their scythe to end Smith, but he disappeared with a small, yellow blur. Claptrap slowed down to regular speed a few metres away, zigzagging to dodge any incoming attacks. The little robot raced off in a random direction as fast as he could, carrying Smith with surprising ease.

"Don't worry buddy." Claptrap whimpered. "I'm going to get you out of here. Then we'll get you patched up, and it'll all be alright." Claptrap was trying to convince himself more than the unconcious agent. 

537 words. Claptrap mimicked Smith's agent reflexes, expending his 1 sp, and is booking it.

[Shang Tsung]

Gamzee’s body erupted with a burst of electricity that immediately slackened the gestalts’ grip on his neck. The Harbinger rasped as the bolts sparked across its form, pulling its focus away from crushing its adversary. Moving a little quicker than before, the freshly coherent fighter was on his feet in a matter of moments. With one of his trademark clubs bristling with purple electricity, Gamzee swung with all his might at the side of the monster’s skeletal visage.

The first blow clipped the side of the Harbinger’s skull, but before it could before it could be followed by a second, a stream of flames erupted from the gestalt’s mouth and splashed against Gamzee’s face. Something incoherent emerged from the sober man’s mouth as he tried to swat out the flames. The Harbinger watched the display for a few moments before summoning the sorcerer’s stolen hammer and slamming its heavy head into his opponent’s ribcage like a blunt spear. A moment later, the Harbinger swung up with the hammer and smashed Gamzee’s teeth together with enough force to splinter them down to the roots.

Before the first spurts of blood could sputter and dribble from the man’s mouth, a palm crashed against the side of his face and sent him tumbling across the Nexus. With Gamzee out of the picture for the moment, the Harbinger dispelled the weapon of the dead paladin and turned his focus to events elsewhere.

On the other side of the ruined Fountain of Infinity, the tiny robot and the computer program fled the scene. Neither warrior had much more to offer nor would their deaths certainly mean little in the greater picture. The computer program—Agent Smith—who had set in motion the events to bring the Harbinger into this world, would have to stand for the crime he had attempted. The program, motivated by those who had betrayed him, had ultimately tried to turn against his own assembled crew. Even if it wasn’t today, Smith would be judged.

Harbinger watched them scurry off for a few moments before turning his focus to an ailing Yu Kanda. Leaning heavily against one of his swords, the exorcist smiled through bloody teeth as he raised his other blade and pointed toward his adversary. “Your time runs thin.”

“We are eternal.” Harbinger lifted a silver egg. There was a flash of white light as the Rathalos was willed into existence. With a scream of fire, the winged dragon speared the bloodied warrior into the ground and almost managed to close its jaws around his skull before a curved sword intercepted its toothy maw.

Turning its focus, the Harbinger watched as Gamzee and Okor exchanged blows. Both warriors had dug deep into themselves to reach new heights of power, yet neither of them could match the fury of red flames that danced across the skeletal body of the Harbinger. Pulled from the depths of the sorcerer’s twisted assortment of stolen memories, the kaioken suffused the gestalt, imbuing his already potent body with yet more strength. In a burst of red, the fusion was close enough to smash Gamzee across the cheek. The fighter, now sobered up, turned his focus to his other opponent and tried to retaliate. A point-blank bolter bolster found its mark and sent Gamzee through the air.

Okor and the Harbinger shared a silent look before the plague marine marched off to deal with Gamzee, who was scrambling back to a vertical position.

Although bloodied and on the verge of collapse, Yu Kanda managed to fend off the Rathalos. The summoned dragon took a solid blow to the side of the head that seemed to leave it stumbling to catch its balance. With little more than raw adrenaline screaming through his veins, the exorcist ducked under the dazed creature and came at the Harbinger. In one hand, he held the blade of Sasuke Uchiha, and in his other hand, his usual sword was bristling with electricity.

The twin blades came from different angles. The Harbinger moved clear of its opponent’s attack and retaliated with a burst of dazzling energy that knocked Kanda off his feet to the floor of the Nexus. Bursting forward, the gestalt willed a hard light cudgel into existence and swung the construction down at the prone man’s skull. The exorcist rolled hard to the left as the weapon slammed into the ground, splintering the ground as if it was made of brittle concrete.

Kanda scrambled to his feet in time to dive back to the floor to avoid a second violent swing of the light-based weapon. Before the exorcist could regain his bearings, a foot found the side of his head. His vision cut out of focus for a brief moment before a few hard blinks brought some clarity to the ground in front of him.

A long time ago, the Nexus had been an all-white landscape broken only by the Gates on the periphery and the constantly changing Fountain of the Infinity at its epicenter. For some, the Omniverse was their chance at a second chance or a new beginning, free from whatever had soured their old life. To those people, the all-white landscape of the Nexus was a literal representation of the tabula rasa that was the Omniverse.

On this day, the area at the center of the Nexus was a shattered, burnt, and bloodstained mockery of its usual self. The floor was a fissured memory of its former self, with pieces of the colorless terrain partially collapsed from impact wounds. Soot stains and jagged scorched patches dotted the area to mark those places where bursts of various energy types had missed their mark. At the center, the Fountain of Infinity was barely recognizable, with burnt chunks of stone scattered around the area. Whatever fluid had once filled the fountain had been soured by the Harbinger and long since been evaporated by all the heat generated by the various gestalts.

While blood was strewn across the already gruesome tableau, it was the mangled chunks of Strazio Rockwell that truly sold the scene. Strands of intestine and clumps of brain matter dotted the area. A piece of the exploded man’s small intestine was draped over one of the last intact segments of the Fountain. The mangled corpses of Victor Wolfe and Sasuke Uchiha had already faded back into the fabric of the Omniverse, leaving behind glimmering strands of omnilium to mark where they had fallen in battle.
Some of the primes had emerged from a place they called the ‘graveyard verse.’ In its fused memories, the Harbinger had knowledge of that pocket realm and its strange, manipulated rules. Had most of those would-be ‘heroes’ still been living, they certainly would have found the scene before them to be far worse than anything they may have experienced in that realm of wizards and warlocks.

This was the true graveyard of heroes.