Return of the King!?

[Eon Saverem]

The air was humid, so close to the center of the city and the Palace. Though the sun had set and Nippur resided in the middle of the dessert in the Endless Dunes, the humidity created from the dense trees within the Palace's walls reached out a few blocks. It made this particular alley quite muggy. Sweat dripped from the forehead of Heaven's Last Angel, while he hid from his two armored pursuers. He though of making a break for the end of the pathway, but that would be foolish. It was a straight shot and there would be no way to not alert the golden clad guards.

Eon sat between two wooden crates with his knees pressed to his chest, and his revolver resting against his temple. He felt so cowardice, part of him wanted to jump up and open fire on the two brutes and lay them low. The gunslinger knew it would not be as easy as that. These two were a part of elite bodyguards. They were way more intense than Zigfree and Gulten, his first real challenges of upon arriving in the Endless Dunes. The two cannibals he'd taken down his first day in the Omniverse were a little on the all Brawn and no Brain, and that wasn't to say they weren't extremely strong. Eon had gotten injured severely in order to stay alive against the cannibal vagabonds. These golden armor bearers... they were a step above. He wouldn't be caught off guard though, like the first encounter, at least he could think this through. The Plant just needed to keep calm and wait for his friend, Kopaka, to hear or see his signal. He had fired off those six shots nearly ten minutes ago.

He should be here any moment... two on two is much better. Hell, Kopaka could probably take the both of them on. Just have to let him know that they know where the Mouse he's looking for is. Just keep calm.

A loud metallic stomp broke Eon's train of thought, and a moment of rejoice filled his body. His mechanical friend had arrived.... or so he thought... instead a golden halberd demolished the crates surrounding him, leaving a gash in the ground... a cringe of shock on Eon's face... and a smile on both the Golden Guards.

[Eon Saverem]

The revolver swung, his body reacting on basic instinct, pointing at the great sword wielding guard. The brute made a small arc with the tip of his blade, and parried the gunslinger's attack. Eon watch as his brethren was released from his hand, skittering down the alley. His hand still outstretched, Eon's mouth opened in disbelief, and in one defiant swift motion the golden armored guard drove his grieves into the gunslinger's ribs. He tumbled down the alley nearly the same amount of distance as his pistol had in the opposite direction. After rolling, the Plant managed to bring himself to his hands and knees. He began coughing and a small amount of blood dripped from his lips, his hand reaching up to wipe his mouth, as a sharp pain shot through his ribs.

Holy shit... I think one is broken already... what the hell am I going to do.

Heaven's Last Angel brought his leg up and pushed himself up onto his feet. He wavered slightly. The guards looked at one another and back down at their target.

"What's wrong... thought you were supposed to be the return of the King. Such a fragile thing. We're going to break you." The one with the great sword began walking toward Eon.

"Don't get us wrong either... we were going to kill you regardless. Can't have you telling everyone about King Mickey. Its just the fact that you may be Gilgamesh makes you an even bigger deal. You can't be around when our Master follows through with his plans." The halberd wielder followed his comrade.

Eon placed his hand over his injured side, I can't screw around with these guys. Looking to his right he reached down and grabbed the belts that bound his cross in cloth. Where the fuck is Kopaka... I refuse to let these grunts kill me... He lifted the cross and stood it straight up.

"Look, he's going to pray to his god." The swordsman said with a laugh.

"Apparently he forgot there's only one god here." The poleaxe replied, snickering as well.

If I was trying to stay low-key... it looks like that time is all but over. Snapping one of the buckles, the belts slid off and the cloth spirals to the floor to brandish the metal cross. Bringing his hand to his face he grabbed his head wraps, "Pray? Apparently it is you that has forgotten..." ripping the bandages to reveal his face, "I am a God. I am Gilgamesh."

[Thor]

Thor as - Golden Guards [Secondary Enemies]

Most guards were still loyal to King Gilgamesh, so when this blonde rebel came around and started flashing the old king’s face all over the place it didn’t surprise the elite guards that Jafar wanted them to go take care of it. They were created and trained specifically to hunt primes and dangerous secondaries and that’s what they were going to do. They split into pairs and started to patrol the city by sections hoping to find the would be returning king. No one really knew whether the golden guards were flesh and blood or machine, except for Jafar, and that didn’t bother the golden guards at all. Unlike all the primes and most secondaries, they had no memories of a previous life. This was all they knew at they knew it well. When the two saw the shape of a person hiding in alley the had hoped it would be their target. They would break him like they had broken so many other primes, and then they would take him to Jafar to be ‘Enlightened’ or he would be banished. The thought of it made their whole bodies bubble in excitement. The rushed over and broke the barrels he was hiding behind. The golden haired prime flung himself away from their blades, farther down the alley, and pulled a large cross from his back. The two guards taunted their target as they approached until finally the prime reacted.

Ripping of the bandages to reveal his kingly face, and unsnapping his cross to reveal the weapons within. The guards launched themselves back down the alley just in time to dive around the corners as the first bullets began to ding off their armor. They listened to the bullets whiz by them out of the alley. With all that lead up they had been expecting a superior maneuver. Many primes could level a city block with the right move if they wanted to, but the attacks whizzing past them were just normal bullets. Yes, there were a lot of bullets but only bullets of the highest caliber could even think about damaging their precious golden armor and with the armor’s magical tendency to repair itself even as it is receiving damage they had nothing to fear. The Golden Guards looked at each other, having come to the same conclusion, and noded. They stood and walked toward the would be king. They spoke of the shrill and constant dinging of bullets bouncing off of armor.

“If this is the best you can do, then not only are you not Gilgamesh, you aren’t even a threat.”

The self proclaimed Gilgamesh spun the cross around and fired it into the guard that had spoken. The rocket knocked him out of the alley. Then the would be king fled. The other Golden Guard followed, explosion at his back. His comrade would follow but it would take him some time to recover. For now it was just him and the prime. They had been cocky. Now it was time to get serious. The Golden Guard pulled a mask down over his eyes. The second mask was not made of gold like the first, but of glass, it was this frailness that kept the golden guards from wearing it all of the time. Despite its unfortunate composition the mask was a useful tool when fighting primes, as it gave the wearer insight into his opponents abilities. He could see now that this primes was just dripping in ranged attacks. The Golden Guard would need to close the distance, but if he could do that this fight would be over very quickly. From what he saw the prime was nearly useless in melee combat.       

[Eon Saverem]

Bullets rained through the alley, covering the golden guards in hot lead. After the smoke had cleared, Eon paused momentarily to gauge the damage he had inflicted on the two brutes... Nothing, he had done little to no damage and the two of them began running towards the gunslinger. If he was going to defeat these guards, he'd need to do more than just fire relentlessly. He needed time to devise a plan.

One of the golden armored foes began spouting off about the feeble attack and denounced the idea of Eon actually being Gilgamesh. The gunslinger's teeth clenched, and his brow furrowed. Was he legitimately offended by the comment? His hand tightened around the Punisher's trigger...

Heaven's Last Angel flipped the cross around, shouldering it, and dropped to a knee, firing one of its rockets straight at the oncoming force. The projectile jettisoned down the cramped passage, converging on the targets and making direct contact with one. In that moment of surprise, Eon dashed around a corner and began running. He needed to think...

Smaller caliber rounds don't seem to have an effect on their armor. The machine gun and the Grader pistols are out then. Going to have to rely on my... brethren...

"Fuck!" His train of thought broke as he exclaimed his frustration.

He knocked it right out of my hand! Its back there... I have to go back, but there is no way in hell I'm going to get past the one that is still on his feet easily. That arrogant creature... how dare he call me a fake...

There it was again, Eon was getting worked up over the truth. He wasn't Gilgamesh, he had dawned the persona only because others had dubbed him it and in doing so saved his life. This guard infuriated him though.

"Do you have any idea what I have been through!?" His question echoed through the pathways, making it back to the Crystal faced guard who tried to listen to hone in on the rebels position.

He would call me weak... he acts as though because he can muscle through a few of my attacks, that he can so easily defeat me... The King...

Eon placed his hand to his face, continuing his pace, he closed his eyes and shook his head. Why did he just think that? Who was he trying to convince that he was Gilgamesh? The Cannibals of the dessert? The Guards of Nippur? Or was he trying to convince himself... suddenly his progress came to a halt, as he collided with something or someone. It was a man, who now lay on the ground rubbing the back of his head as he began pulling himself back to his feet.

"Hey! Watch where ya..." The man began to speak, as Eon lifted his head and removed his hand from his face. The man's knees trembled and his hands shook. "C-c-c-can it be??" He fell to his knees with out stretched hands.

Heaven's Last Angel knew who this man believed him to be, and without hesitating he spoke in a regal tone, "Yes, it is I. On your feet."

The man quickly rose to his feet, "How can it be?" his question resonated within Eon, and his eye narrowed, glaring at the man. The peasant's whole body went stiff.

"How? You dare doubt. Hell itself could not hold the likes of me..." In the distance, down one of the passages the gunslinger heard the sound of armored footsteps. He couldn't deal with this pathetic second, he thought to just put a bullet in him and keep moving... then something sparked in his mind. He began taking off his red and white jacket, to reveal all black form fitted wear. He then opened the Punisher's arms and removed a Grader pistol from it. "Quickly, you wish to right your wrong you have committed here?"

"Yes! Anything my King." He replied as Eon handed him the jacket and pistol.

"Put this on and begin heading down that passage there." Eon said while pointing, and the man slid his arms into the sleeves. "Do this and you will have all you ever dreamed and more, when you see one of the Golden armored guard fire at him. I will attack from behind, someone his trying to cover up my reemergence..." The man seemed slightly caught of guard, "Go! Now!" With that the man began walking the direction the gunslinger had gestured too.

Eon ducked around another turn, just as he heard the Golden brute enter the alleyway he'd been in.

This should buy enough time.

He began making his way through the pathways, back towards the spot where they had first engaged him. Some civilians could be seen, peering down the alleys. Presumably trying to find the source of the gun fire and explosion. Eon stuck close to the walls and did his best to ignore the onlookers, there weren't many but the longer this fight took the more that would come.

The Crystal mask of the guard could give insight to a targets abilities, but see through walls it could not. He made his way towards an intersection, the talking he heard was close to this point. He turned to see the imposter walking down the path, as he began making his way towards the target his crystal mask began detecting something completely different from the rebel he was tracking. The man in Eon's coat turned and with great hesitation, pointed the Grader pistol at the guard. The Crystal Masked servant couldn't believe the imposter would try and pull such a childish trick, he ignored the peasant in the coat and attempted to continue his search. "In the name of The King!" the man shouted and squeezed the trigger. The bullet ricocheted off the Golden guard's armor, causing him to pause. Had this commoner actually fired upon one of the Golden guard? A second shot fired and dinged off his shoulder.
There was no way this guard could let this spread through the city, he began advancing on the man. Fear filled the peasant's eyes, he fire twice more rapidly missing altogether. "The King will Vanquish those who are against his return!" The man exclaimed, as the guard quickened it's pace, people around the area began popping their heads around the corners. Before the man knew it, the Crystal mask was atop of him. The guard could hear Gilgamesh's name being said from the spectators. He would split this common miscreant in twain, he rose his blade. The man rose the Grader and pulled the trigger firing all three shots in rapid fire. A small chip at the corner of the mask formed just as the blade ripped the man down the middle.


Heaven's Last Angel managed to make his way back to the initial alleyway he had hidden in. His eyes scanned the ground for his lost brethren. As he walked towards the broken crates he felt a cold chill run down his spine. He looked down the exit of the passage, there stood the other Golden guard. His body still emanated smoke from the rocket he had taken, and his face revealed a broken crystalline mask instead of the golden one he wore upon their first meeting. He began making his way towards Eon, dragging his halberd behind him. He was definitely injured in some way, the gunslinger thought to finish him off with his last remaining rocket... then a silver glimmer caught his eye by some smoldering barrels, it was his other revolver.

"You fool. You raise your weapon against me? You think me that weak. I will show you the mind of the true King." Eon drew his black pistol as he said this. Why continue with this charade? Just finish this one off so he can focus on the other and get out of this god forsaken city.

The gunslinger took aim and fired at the wounded guard's left thigh. The bullet cracked the armor and made the brute wobble, taking another step. That was all Eon needed to know, his revolvers could put dents in their armor. Taking aim he shot at his shoulder this time, causing his target to reel back before lurching forward and continuing his advancement.

How much damage can they actually take?

The golden guard was within ten meters, Eon breathed deep through his nose and out his mouth. The armored brute managed to use his weight as momentum to run towards the imposter. Heaven's Last Angel squeezed his trigger. His third bullet went to the right thigh, his forth to the left again, and the fifth back to right. Two holes appeared in the golden armor and the guard fell to the ground before Eon's feet.

"I told you..." The gunslinger said as he placed the mouth of his barrel to the forehead of the golden guard as it struggled to pick itself up. "All Hail the King"

The revolver fired... the bullet bursting through the back of it's head... and Eon wasn't completely sure... if it was he who pulled the trigger... or Gilgamesh.

[Eon Saverem]

The armored body fell face first to the ground, or what was left of its face that is. A mixture of metal, glass and what seemed to be blood scattered across the walls of the alleyway. The gunslinger was still unsure just what part of the golden guard may have been human, or if it was just another bio-mechanical creature like Kopaka. The thought of his would be ally made his brow lower, this fight would have been said and down with by now. The bionicle was a close ranged swordsman, he could have easily combated the two guards, while he himself being a ranged gunman could have laid down cover fire. He had only ventured out so that he could find the prime the Toa of Ice was hunting. In finding the target, Eon himself became the hunted.

I cannot rely on anyone but myself in the place. As if I needed the assistance of such a creature any way... I am a God.

The thought lingered in his head, and even Eon couldn't understand why he had said that to himself. He had only meant to use the role of Gilgamesh in order to survive. It was a strange coincidence that he looked like the fallen King, but anything in the Omniverse seemed possible. Maybe it was even on purpose, this was a big toy box and Omni did enjoy watchign his playthings combat and interact. Eon knew that none of that really explained why it was becoming harder and harder to turn off the ruse he had started.



While the gunslinger tried to piece together his thoughts, the heavy footsteps of the other guard made their way toward Eon. The Golden Guard had just finished cutting down they commoner when he heard the sound of gunfire. A wave of anger had rushed through his gears as he navigated the maze that was outside the palace walls. How had he let the imposter get behind him? He had thought the target would have continued to make his way towards one of the gates of the city to escape. Instead, the imposter circled back using the commoner as a distraction. He meant to take out his fellow Golden Guard that he had injured with the rocket. It was the second time he allowed himself to underestimate the would be King. Gripping his blade tighter he turned the corner and saw the false king, standing over the motionless body of his comrade.

"I will end this here and now. You have been merely lucky thus far..." The guard began making his way towards Eon.

The gunslinger pressed down on the lever of his revolver, separating the chamber and allowing the empty shells to fall out. He began reloading each bullet individually. "Do you have any idea... the Hell I've been through?" The guard continued his advancement, raising his blade to the side. Still loading, "You dare call it Luck. When you know damn well that you underestimated your King. Let me ask you something before you are punished for your treason..." The last bullet loaded into the chamber and Eon folded it shut, taking aim he pointed the gun at the Golden Guard. "Where does your loyalty lie?"

The Guard was within striking distance, for whatever reason the golden haired imposter did not waver. He had him right where he wanted him, so why did the question resonate in his mind? He hesitated for another moment, causing his arm to twitch before swinging his sword in a vertical ark, "My loyalty is for that of the King of Nippur!" he exclaimed while striking.

Eon's eyes followed the guards movements, the slight moment of hesitation gave him the initiative, allowing him to raise his left arm to catch the guard's right forearm mid swing. Eon's muscles surged with exhaustion, the guard was as strong as the Plant and much heavier. As the attention of the guard was drawn to the shocking catch, the gunslinger pulled the trigger of his revolver. In that moment the guard swung his left arm outwards striking Eon in the side and knocking him into the wall. The gun went off, sending the shot into the guards jaw. The glass mask cracked outward from the hole the bullet has made. The gunslinger gripped his side for a moment, his ribs were still injured from the guards very first kick he had place to them. Pulling himself up, back against the cracked wall, he let his words work some more. "Yet your fealty seems to be with Jafar... the very man who swore loyalty to me and yet consorts with the very Prime that Banished me!!" Moving quickly to the right he fired three more shots, as the guard brought his sword and arm up in a defensive position deflecting two, the third piercing his shoulder.

Eon continued to tongue lash the biomech, "Do you know what it is like to be pulled into Hell?" As he said it, memories of Knives engulfing Eon in the black hole filled his mind. "You walk through the Omniverse with so much power that even the God Omni recognizes your greatness... then a low life 'Hero' has you drug to the bottom of Hell!" The guard swung his blade, striking the wall and dragging it across, rubble spraying and hitting the gunslinger. Small cuts and abrasions being left behind, Eon rolled backwards and pulled his cross from his back and shouldered it. "I crawled out of the pits of the Underverse, stripped of my power. But not my pride, and I will obtain my rightful place atop my throne. No meager creation or Prime will stop me."

The guard, realizing the imposters next move, reached down to grab the lifeless body of his fellow guard and lifted it up before him. Eon fired his second rocket, making contact with the guards makeshift shield. The body blew apart, the guard taking some damage to his own arm as well. He knew if he wanted to end this he needed to get close. He rushed in, raising his blade high for his final strike.

"I may have chosen a new blade..." Eon brought the Punisher Cross around, planting it in the path of the oncoming blade. His brethren cried out as energy pulsated from the barrel of the revolver. Revealing a small black module, the gun and Eon's arm seemed to start to meld together as one. "But my Divinity, my Power and my Faith still remain!" The guard's weapons tore through an overhang, causing debris to fall. The Cross shown with a bright light as the sword made contact. The dust form a cloud and the two starred at one another.

As the debris cleared, the sword was resting on the cross. Eon smiled, "Feel my Power..." his arm was no in the form a twisted cannon with a glowing orb within the center, with the tip resting in the chest of the Golden Guard. Releasing the trigger was like clenching his fist, as a beam of concentrated energy fired out. The ten foot wide beam tore through the alleyway! Traveled into the street and connected with the Palace Wall! Leaving a gaping hole in its wake.