Nexus Battle Royale — Threat Elimination Protocol (PvP)

[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.

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Gamzee and Strazio are not fused anymore
Using a combination of sparks and detonate Strazio has killed himself in hopes of hurting Harbinger.