06-08-2017, 10:02 PM
"Jackpot."
The fireworks of Laser Man's exploding body proved not so much of a spectacle as a hazard, however. As if the Darkloid's death were tied to the dimension itself, Nebula Space began to descend into chaos. The last few Darklings collapsed and turned into desperate ghosts, the junk compromising the tentacles scattering all over. Even the earth itself seemed to give in, crumbling and breaking away into nothingness. Memories of the Graveyard returned, and Dante immediately knew they had to leave.
"Run for it!" Desmante yelled out, and everyone instantly complied. The celebration of the Liberators' combined badass feat would have to wait until they could escape this crumbling dimension. Unfortunately, the only way out was their first way in, and that proved a long trek to make. If they had not been sprinting to this point in the first place, they were certainly going full speed now, everyone quite eager to leave this world before it collapsed entirely.
The scarlet fusion of the Liberators remained together, Dante willing Desman to stick to him. The robot simply wasn't fast on their own, and they both knew this too well to risk separation. No one should be left behind- not even the Liberator among them who certainly deserved it.
Jak ended up coming alongside the armored hunter again, being among the two of three actually relieved at Dante and Desman's survival. "You scared me for a moment there," he remarked, expressing his surprise, "I thought you'd actually been crushed!"
"Then you don't know me well enough yet," the amalgam smirked through the digital visor, feeling quite keen. As another quake sent a monstrous crack through the ground up ahead, the crimson knight's expression turned serious. "You think you can use those wings of yours?"
The eco warrior seemed puzzled for a moment, before recalling his Light transformation. "I mean, when I tried it here, it didn't work-"
"Then try it again," Desmante half-suggested, half-commanded. "If you could actually carry someone with that, it would help stop anyone from falling to their death." Jak acknowledged this and merely nodded, taking a gulp of air and spit to steel himself for the experience. As crude as the devil hunter seemed sometimes, he really did prove himself to be much more cunning and clever than he let on.
As the path gave out before them, the Liberators traversed the new gap in their own ways. The speedy warriors took great bounding leaps to the next chunk of ground, and Morene shot her cables to pull herself across crudely. Zedd was forced to jump as far as he could and plant his pointed staff into the other side, pulling himself up with an aggravated grunt. The overlord was unfortunately the farthest behind, and he would sooner die than admit it and accept aid. But while Morene mentally lobbied with the stubborn conqueror, Desmante focused on forging a way through the collapsing space.
A stray nigh-spectral Darkling tackled the fused Liberator, intent on dragging the warrior down to hell with him. The crimson knight easily threw the mook off. The corrupt souls were clearly unstable and desperate, trying to attack and cling onto the intruders as if they might find solace in them. Nobody likes the clingy types, though, so Desmante just brushed them away as he forced onward.
Another fissure ensued ahead, and the combined fighter dashed over to the remains of one of the junk tentacles. With deft, seemingly impossible agility, he ran up and along the trail of trash, and leaped off it as it fell away into the darkness. Soon there wasn't going to be much of the ground left but platforms refusing to fall.
The group needed to make as much headway as they could before that happened and the terrain got unbearable. Most of the Liberators were mobile in their own rights, but Nebula Space clearly restricted what they could do- and for some of them, even full power would not be enough to make it. Yet as much as it pained Dante to risk leaving the others behind, Desman pushed the fused pair onward, determined to escape the collapse.
The remains of the factory loomed just ahead, but even that was starting to buckle under the loss of the earth beneath it. Dante had been through a few close calls before, and this was shaping to be one of the closest ones yet.
The fireworks of Laser Man's exploding body proved not so much of a spectacle as a hazard, however. As if the Darkloid's death were tied to the dimension itself, Nebula Space began to descend into chaos. The last few Darklings collapsed and turned into desperate ghosts, the junk compromising the tentacles scattering all over. Even the earth itself seemed to give in, crumbling and breaking away into nothingness. Memories of the Graveyard returned, and Dante immediately knew they had to leave.
"Run for it!" Desmante yelled out, and everyone instantly complied. The celebration of the Liberators' combined badass feat would have to wait until they could escape this crumbling dimension. Unfortunately, the only way out was their first way in, and that proved a long trek to make. If they had not been sprinting to this point in the first place, they were certainly going full speed now, everyone quite eager to leave this world before it collapsed entirely.
The scarlet fusion of the Liberators remained together, Dante willing Desman to stick to him. The robot simply wasn't fast on their own, and they both knew this too well to risk separation. No one should be left behind- not even the Liberator among them who certainly deserved it.
Jak ended up coming alongside the armored hunter again, being among the two of three actually relieved at Dante and Desman's survival. "You scared me for a moment there," he remarked, expressing his surprise, "I thought you'd actually been crushed!"
"Then you don't know me well enough yet," the amalgam smirked through the digital visor, feeling quite keen. As another quake sent a monstrous crack through the ground up ahead, the crimson knight's expression turned serious. "You think you can use those wings of yours?"
The eco warrior seemed puzzled for a moment, before recalling his Light transformation. "I mean, when I tried it here, it didn't work-"
"Then try it again," Desmante half-suggested, half-commanded. "If you could actually carry someone with that, it would help stop anyone from falling to their death." Jak acknowledged this and merely nodded, taking a gulp of air and spit to steel himself for the experience. As crude as the devil hunter seemed sometimes, he really did prove himself to be much more cunning and clever than he let on.
As the path gave out before them, the Liberators traversed the new gap in their own ways. The speedy warriors took great bounding leaps to the next chunk of ground, and Morene shot her cables to pull herself across crudely. Zedd was forced to jump as far as he could and plant his pointed staff into the other side, pulling himself up with an aggravated grunt. The overlord was unfortunately the farthest behind, and he would sooner die than admit it and accept aid. But while Morene mentally lobbied with the stubborn conqueror, Desmante focused on forging a way through the collapsing space.
A stray nigh-spectral Darkling tackled the fused Liberator, intent on dragging the warrior down to hell with him. The crimson knight easily threw the mook off. The corrupt souls were clearly unstable and desperate, trying to attack and cling onto the intruders as if they might find solace in them. Nobody likes the clingy types, though, so Desmante just brushed them away as he forced onward.
Another fissure ensued ahead, and the combined fighter dashed over to the remains of one of the junk tentacles. With deft, seemingly impossible agility, he ran up and along the trail of trash, and leaped off it as it fell away into the darkness. Soon there wasn't going to be much of the ground left but platforms refusing to fall.
The group needed to make as much headway as they could before that happened and the terrain got unbearable. Most of the Liberators were mobile in their own rights, but Nebula Space clearly restricted what they could do- and for some of them, even full power would not be enough to make it. Yet as much as it pained Dante to risk leaving the others behind, Desman pushed the fused pair onward, determined to escape the collapse.
The remains of the factory loomed just ahead, but even that was starting to buckle under the loss of the earth beneath it. Dante had been through a few close calls before, and this was shaping to be one of the closest ones yet.
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Dante and Desman will remain fused until they escape Nebula Space. [-2 LP, 5/15 LP remaining]