Descent [Dark Data]

[Desman Black]

And another one shot, and another one sliced, and another one smashed by the staff. This cycle repeated over and other again though not always in the same order, and it was taking a toll on the robot. The only things that kept him going was his willpower, or maybe Zedd's. Whether it worked that way or not wasn't something the fused warrior should be thinking about right now, of course what the Des half was thinking about wasn't any more helpful, he was thinking that it would be far easier and less exhausting if the world they were in had the same physics us the various others he had came across, that way the sword and shots could pass though the monsters into the next ones, being able to clear out about 20 in about 5 seconds, not counting about the staff would kill as well. They were also thinking about whether the weapons did not act this way because of the omniverse or the Nebula space, or maybe a combination of both.


Soon Zedman, as a way of trying to fight off complete exhaustion for longer, put the staff in their right hand and the cutlass in their left, tat way Des only had to focus on one arm, and Zedd didn’t have to fight with he over control nearly as much, it didn't work, the hard breeching singled that out perfectly.


'Wait... Why are there suddenly less creatures...' Zeddman had to turn around for Des to realize that they had tore right though the middle and were on the other side of the horde now. It didn't take long for everyone else to catch up, and took even less for the group to put a new plan into action.

Everyone started bolting in a clockwise direction around the beast, well, except for the dark lord who had jump the first few steps, leaving the crimson plated midget on his own without even a reason why. "ThE  leAst U coWLd hAvE doN- wAs Too gET rid oF tHesE DarKlIng so i CowLd tElIpoRt aWY!" Specking of them... Des run in a very scattered pattern, it seeming to work as the darkspawn couldn't catch up like this, it was probably dumber then it looked.

In the distance Desman was able to see the crimson-coated hunter run towards him, a light from their sword threatening to blind him, wait there's no light here, was he imagining it then? The robot's mind didn't have time to elaborate on the problem any further as a wind rushed right passed him, everything after that seemed to become a rush, Desman soon finding himself alive and well connected to the body he assumed saved him, but now wasn't the time to get sentimental, Dante had formulated a plan, and it was going to be one heck of a time.

The elemental weapon had cut further into the tentacle only to accidentally hit a dark power vain that squirted out at the new fused warrior's chest on it's left side. "Maybe we should switch," The robotic voice suggested, "There's enough room in here and we won't hurt the other person if one of us hits another one"

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