04-04-2016, 02:26 PM
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.
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.
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