Legacy & War (Battle of Nippur)

[Proto Man]

With a scowl, Proto Mouse fell back as the gilded monarch barreled across the street. Augmented by the crimson runes that burned harmlessly against his muscled body, Gilgamesh lashed out with a rapid succession thrusts from his bizarre, twisted weapon. The cybernetic rodent hopped away from the quick combo and fired a burst of energy pellets at the king. Anger hardened Gilgamesh’s features as he leapt free from the stream and landed a blow against his opponent’s shoulder.

Rolling with the impact, Proto Mouse caught himself before he fell lost his balance or could be assaulted once more. An energized blade crackled as it veered through the air toward Gilgamesh. Despite wielding a sword as a spear, he also seemed competent enough to use it to parry away the energy weapon. Even so, there was a clear strain on the man’s visage as he struggled against the sword.

“You need more hands,” the mouse whispered as he held up an arm cannon and fired a shotgun burst of energy into the chest and face of Gilgamesh. The monarch let out a gurgling, rage-laced scream as he was thrown backwards through the façade of a nearby structure.

As he moved to return to the battle proper, Proto Mouse was quickly surrounded by an assortment of armored guards. A collection of spears and short swords came his way without the slightest of warnings, and it was only a quick upward burst of his engines that prevented him from being mugged.

Ten yards up, Proto Mouse dropped onto the roof of a small structure and disengaged his weapons. With both his fists back in play, he reached out a hand and summoned his keyblade in a puff of white smoke. “You guys gotta head out.” He shouted down at the town militia shifted into a formation and drew shields. “Last warning.”

“For Nippur and Gilgamesh!” They roared as four of them in the back started hurtling stones at Proto Mouse using slings.

I’m sorry.

With a frown on his face, Proto Mouse dove from the roof into the group. Sunlight glinted off the keyblade as it blurred through the air, landing crippling blows against the skulls, elbows, and knees of the town guard. Shields planted firmly in the ground were bent beneath the cybernetic onslaught that befell the group of soldiers.

In a matter of moments, the little skirmish was over, and the squad of guardsman lay groaning and weeping around the now blood-spattered mouse. While scans revealed no fatalities among his attackers, Proto Mouse couldn’t help but feel dirty as he looked at the carnage he had wrought. Forlorn eyes regaled the carnage of a city under siege—fires spreading slowly across buildings as pillars of smoke left twisting trails in their ascent into the heavens.

While the semi-conscious men around him had been spared, Proto Mouse could hear screams all around him. Try as he might, people were suffering and dying all around him.

This doesn’t feel right.

Try as he might to put on a different air or persona, Proto Mouse knew that Gilgamesh wasn’t a stellar human being. After all, most tyrants masqueraded as ‘the good guy’ or tried to sell themselves as the ‘lesser or two evils.’ Even so, the men, women, and children who would be caught in the crossfire today weren’t guilty of the same crimes as their leadership. They were just trying to make a living in a hostile environment, much like the denizens of the Town with No Name, and they didn’t deserve the hellfire storm that was to descend upon them this day.

From somewhere behind Proto Mouse, he felt the shifting of several pounds worth of stone, brick, and wood. A heartbeat later, Gilgamesh came erupting up out of the mess of a former storefront. The monarch, his body still wreathed in burning runes, launched himself toward his adversary.

Holding out a fist, the robotic rodent scowled as he ducked under the blow. Anyone else, and Gilgamesh would have punched their skull off, but the cybernetically enhanced mouse managed to telegraph the attack. A split-second later, a knee smashed into the king’s exposed gut and sent him tumbling up over his diminutive opponent.

Once he was back on his feet, Proto Mouse primed his hand cannon as his opponent rose to his feet. “In the interest of your citizens, you should seek terms. This violence is only going to spread.”

When Gilgamesh failed to respond, the rodent lifted his buster gun and scowled as the weapon started to build a charge. “I won’t hold back against you… I’ve seen what you can do, and I won’t pull punches.”

The gilded king summoned his runic blade-spear and lunged to attack just as the words slipped from the cyborg’s mouth.

“Finish Buster!”

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Used Tier 1 Super Attack ‘Finish Buster’ (-1 SP)

[Gilgamesh]

“Finish Buster!” The cybernetic mouse cried as he raised up his arm. A small blue ball inside the Mouse’s arm whirred and shook uncontrollably. The King would have to show this filthy rodent what a true weapon was capable of.

Gilgamesh’s feet skidded amongst the sand, dust kicking up as his charge was brought to a halt. A sly smirk came to his face as he pulled back Ea, calling upon it to wreak havok upon this mortal. The three segments of the ancient blade began to spiral quickly, red flares of energy was wisping out of the blade, and the pebbles began to float off of the ground.

“Be prepared to taste the Blade of Creation’s power, mongrel. Enuma Elish!”

Gilgamesh thrust his blade forward and saw the red blast of energy lash out from Ea. The rodents shuddering blue ball quickly dissipated as a laser beam met to challenge Ea’s attack. The two beams almost immediately crashed into each other, causing sparks of red and blue to fly out. The King’s heart was racing, his hands felt almost clammy, and adrenaline was racing throughout his body like never before. A wicked smile came to his face, tinted by the clashing blue and red lights. His eyes filled briefly with madness and mad laughter forced it’s way out of it’s mouth.

This was short lived as the clashing quickly turned into something else. The two beams somehow managed to twirl and wrap themselves around each other, creating such a beautiful contrast of colors. Gilgamesh had the wonderful opportunity to see this beauty up close as it proceeded to hit him square in the chest.

The blue beam of energy flung the King across the battlefield, his bare back scraping against the sandy dirt. Black fumes were slightly steaming off the King’s now charred chest. He let out a weak groan as he raised his head in pain. Across the road was the Mouse who was already on his feet even though his body seemed to be slightly singed. The mongrel raised its arm cannon at Gilgamesh, beginning to charge it once more.

Gilgamesh snapped his fingers and many small golden portals opened around the filthy animal. The Mouse’s grim face to turn into one of curious frustration as chains flew out of the portals directly towards him. He attempted to break out into a sprint but chains grabbed around his legs before he could take his first step. His face planted into the ground as the rest of the chains began to bind around the rest of the mongrel’s body.

Gilgamesh slowly got up from his kneeling position and wiped the dust off of his now beaten up chest. A golden portal opened up behind him and he took out a single blade as he walked over to the struggling mouse. The mongrel’s expression was priceless, a vain attempt at freedom in the face of death.

“Now while you’re here let's have a talk.” A wicked grin curled onto his lips as he played with the sword upon his opponent's neck. The tip of the blade barely touching the mouse’s flesh, leaving a droplet of blood to trail down his body.

“Do you think LAW cares more about it’s citizens than I do? I have protected my citizens, fed them, and even saved them from the face of death.” A sly smirk came to his face as he slowly traced the blade down to the robot’s stomach. The jingles of the chains ever grew more frantic causing Gilgamesh to sweat profusely. He then brought his mouth to the mouse’s ear and whispered.

“You want to know why I do this?” The King suddenly pierced his sword into the mongrel’s stomach. His armor providing some resistance to the blade’s sharp tip.

“Because I tend to take care of my property.” A soft, wicked laugh was not far behind.

The mouse let out a rage-induced scream. His arms broke loose from the chains and suddenly brought his arm cannon down, pointed at Gilgamesh’s stomach

“What?! How?!” The King tried to jump back as the Mouse’s cannon charged. As he jumped the mouse shot his cannon, causing shotgun pellets to tear through the King’s stomach at point blank.

The King was flung backwards and he barely made it to his feet. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily and bleeding profusely, as the mouse began to rubs its wrist and other limbs as if they had been cramped in that position. His clutched his stomach that had been torn through so dramatically, the blood seeping through his fingers. He looked up at the filthy,damn mongrel with a face of pure hatred.

“How dare you make me bleed you filthy mutt!

Gilgamesh used Tier 1 Super Move, Enuma Elish 1/4 SP left. 789 words

[Proto Man]

Property?

“Property!”

The blood-stained monarch had fallen, his hands clutched around an abdomen now torn to shreds. More blood played at the edges of Gilgamesh’s mouth and stained his chin. Although the sword blast had hurt more than anything since his creation, Proto Mouse sprung forward and drove a knee into the king’s face.

The impact threw the warrior like a ragdoll across the street, but even though every inch of his body throbbed, Gilgamesh pulled himself up to face his opponent.

“Is that all yo—”

The word was left unfinished as the monarch’s expression soured at the sight of the glow around his foe. At first just a faint aura, the energy soon surged into a small cyclone around the cybernetic rodent. As Gilgamesh watched, Proto Mouse’s body expanded outward in all directions. The almost gaunt, undefined arms and limbs that had once belonged to Mickey Mouse bulged with new musculature. Cybernetic guards on his wrists, legs, and chest swelled out to make new space, and with just a few moments, Proto Mouse had doubled in height.

When he spoke again, it was a few octaves lower than the nearly squeaking tone of Mickey Mouse.

“I don’t know what a LAW is…” Proto Mouse growled as he closed a hand around Gilgamesh’s throat and lifted the man up to the level of his eyes. “But I know that you don’t deserve the blood, sweat, and tears of these men, women, and children.” The rodent let go of his opponent just long enough to smash his helmeted skull against the villain’s face. A spray of blood splashed against Proto Mouse’s countenance as the impact drove Gilgamesh to the ground.

With a thud, the monarch hit shoulder-first and rolled to avoid the crashing impact of a metal boot against the paved surface.

Although he’d lost the glowing runes, Gilgamesh still had enough spring in his step to scramble to his feet. Sword in hand, he sneered as the transformed cyborg stalked across the street toward him. “You’re still a mongrel, Mouse. You don’t have enough tricks to defeat a true king!”

“Tch,” Proto Mouse muttered as he dashed forward, gracefully slipping around an erratic sword slash and drilling his fist into Gilgamesh’s torn abdomen. The force was enough to pop the man up off the ground by a few inches, and before the gilded monarch could move to defend himself, a swift kick to the side of the skull launched him through the wooden façade of a nearby structure.

Before the dust could settle, Proto Mouse charged a blast and fired into the thin layer of dust. In a brilliant flash of yellow light, the building exploded outward as if it was made of playing cards.

Stepping back from the pile of smoldering debris, Proto Mouse let out a sigh as his scanners swept the scene around him. “I know you’re alive, Gilgamesh,” he whispered beneath his breath as he checked to see that they were the only ones for at least a solid city block. Whatever the reason, no one wanted to get anywhere near their scuffle.

From somewhere in the rubble, the cyborg rodent saw something shift—a brick twitching before rolling down a few feet.

Proto Mouse’s thrusters carried him forward, and with a blank expression on his face, he plunged a hand down into the debris and grabbed hold of something warm and fleshy. A moment later, he tore the king up out from the brick, wood, and stone by the wrist, and without skipping a beat, he spun and hurtled Gilgamesh against the side of the adjacent structure.

The man, whose trademark blonde locks were stained brown by dust and drying blood, let out a soft chuckle as blood dribbled down the front of his face. “That’s it? Are you pulling your punches, you petulant little fuck?”

As a blur of red and white, Proto Mouse rushed forward and bashed his fist into the left side of Gilgamesh’s face, crushing the underlying cheekbone into a pulpy mass of bone, muscle, and flesh. “Language!” The mouse barked as he slipped his hands under the other king’s armpits and hoisted him up to his feet. “Are you ready to surrender? I don’t like hurting you, Gilgamesh, but I’m not going to stop unless you agree to stand down.”

In response, the monarch sucked in a deep, gurgling breath of air and spat a mouthful of blood and spit into Proto Mouse’s visage.

“Fuck you, Cur. I’ll enjoying watching your head roll.”

The retort came in the form of two palms smashing against Gilgamesh’s chest. There was a sound like splintering ribs before the force of the impact collapsed the wall behind the city’s king. Once more, the man vanished beneath a sea of brick and mortar.

Used Tier 2 power up 'Overclock' for this post -2 SP

[Thaal Sinestro]

The lantern scanned the pavilion where the battle took place, quickly gathering a tactical sense of the situation. Dirt streets, low-density structures mostly supported by wood, about fifty feet across, plenty of places to hide. Three visible combatants, and Dean appeared to be engaged with another that he couldn’t see. Civilian population mostly clear. The child and the demon were both injured, but still able to fight.

He knew what he had to do.

He glanced down to his ring and demanded, “What is my current charge?”

“RING CHARGE AT TWENTY-SEVEN PERCENT,” the scratchy female voice barked back.

He narrowed his eyes, and his mustache curled with a sneer. “Good enough,” he scoffed.

Holding his fist over his head, a halo of golden energy flashed up around his body, beams of light shining outward as he was enveloped in a bath of hard-light energy. His previous attire was instantly and completely replaced by the snug, form-fitting suit of the Sinestro Corps, the gentle glow of his Fear-fueled aura clinging to his silhouette.

The man wasted no time on pomp or bluster, and instead charged straight forward towards Dean. Landing behind him, his instinctively lifted his ring and began to charge it for a blast. “Where’s your target?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Dunno,” the visibly battered demon replied, “Guy keeps turning invisible.”

“Quaint,” Sinestro snarked amusedly, then took to air. Hovering about ten feet above the ground, he leveled his fully-charged ring downward, and fired. The continuous stream of yellow power ripped at the earth, casting stone and debris in every direction as began to spin. The beam sliced tight, concentric circles into the road, working its way ever outward.

Dean stared up at the red-skinned man but just as he parted his lips to question him, he heard a shrill yelp from a few feet away. The demon turned his gaze and saw the beam stopped midair, the object that it hammered down upon not yet visible.

“Found you,” Sinestro purred, the blast instantly changing into a set of dense chains that wrapped around the boy’s thin frame. The assassin struggled for a moment, unseen even beneath the bonds. With the flick of a wrist, he slammed the young assassin into the street in front of Dean, a splash of blood spraying out for all to see.

Dean snatched at the invisible boy, then gleefully thrust the First Blade into some unknown portion of flesh. After a satisfying yowl from his victim, Sinestro released his hold, redirecting his attention just in time to catch a face full of musket-shot.

The anachronistic warrior bound across the battlefield, attempting to interrupt the alien’s counter-attack, though the heavy pellets that clashed against the golden barrier felt less like gunfire and more like firm punches through the shield. It was still enough to draw Sinestro’s attention.

Diving down from the sky, Sinestro ploughed into Shay’s chest and drove him into the ground. The two rolled through the impact, both handily coming to their feet, weapons at the ready. Twirling his gun around in his hand, the Templar cracked off another shot, then fluidly drew his bastard sword from its sheath into a cut. The korugaran leaned to the side, allowing the pistol round to zing from his chest and materialized a blade to match his opponent’s, intercepting the slash.

“Not bad,” he quipped, then drove his foot into his opponent’s knee, undermining his stance. The hard-light weapon suddenly vanished from the lantern’s hand, only for him to step in with a new one in his other hand. Shay stumbled in bewilderment at the rapid exchange, only able to gawk as the yellow blade sliced into his belly.

“But not particularly good, either.” Flourishing the transparent sword with a disapproving grimace, the greatest lantern lifted it overhead to deliver the finishing blow. As his muscles contracted, an arrow flew from the corner of his eye, knocking his thrust wide. As his focus shattered, so did the construct, a thousand shards of twinkling amber dissipating into nothingness.

His eyes snapped to the side, instantly locking on the slight-framed healer that had dared distract him. “You humans always have such strange abilities,” he shouted to her.

In a blur of yellow he was across the field, a hand around her neck. Lifting her from the ground, he ignored a few of her less-than-effective blows and idly said, “But I wonder…”

With a burst of power, the two jetted upwards, soaring over the buildings and towers until they looked down on the city like a tiny model from high above. The people smoldering pavilion still raged on in their battle, appearing little more than a child’s toys, the explosions like paltry fireworks.

Leaning in, he completed his thought. “… Can you fly?”

Then he let go.

Used Tier 1 Transformation, "Suit Up" for full round. -2 SP, 3 remaining.

Reference:
ATK 5 DEF 4 SPD 3 TEC 4

[Dean Winchester]

Until Sinestro had decided to help, Dean had no idea what the hell he was going to do against an invisible opponent. He had thought about just slashing wildly in the air, but that little yellow light show had giving him the target he had wanted. Rushing forward Dean grabbed at his unseen adversary and felt his fingers grab the man's shirt, growling loudly as the first blade bit into flesh.

As he tore his blade free whatever had been keeping Victor invisible seemed to shatter, causing the demon to bear his teeth.

“I see you now, you little bitch!” he growled as he raised the first blade over his head and brought it down as hard as he could. This kid wasn't very strong, but he was skillful and a hell of a lot faster than Dean and that seemed to help him. The guy had brought up his own blades to block Dean's, and while Dean pushed through it with a show of brute force it had been knocked off target and sunk deep into his prey's shoulder.

Growling Dean pushed the dagger deeper, giving it a little twist as he did. Victor started to cry out in pain but then muffled it quickly glaring at his assailant. The kid was was tough that was for sure.

He was still going to die though.

Keeping him pinned to the ground, Dean sat up and opened his mouth, letting a sulphuric black smoke pour out in great volumes, already starting to swirl around the pinned assassin. As the putrid cloud kept his target distracted Dean held out his hand, the colt 1911 that he had dropped a foot or so flew back to him. Not taking the time to aim Dean just sat up, letting go of the hilt of his blade, and pointed the gun at the black cloud.

As his finger tenses to fire, a fist came flying out of the cloud and hit him square in the jaw, unsettling him enough for Victor to knock the blood thirsty demon off of him and into the sand. The demonic smoke evaporated as Victor rose to his feet, yanking Dean's dagger out of his shoulder then tossing it aside.

Victor looked like he was about to say something, but before he could the sound of someone clearing their throat high above him caused him to pause and turn around. Floating a few meters above the duo was Sinestro, ring at the ready and a sinister grin on his face. Victor saw the flash of yellow as the ring activated and dodged to the side, but instead of going for him the beam took hold of Dean.

"The woman in the air: weaken her," was all his ally said as the hard light construct took hold of Dean, preparing to launch him into the wide blue yonder. The demon opened his free hand and called the first blade to it as he looked at the recovering assassin.

“I'll be back.” was all he managed to say before Sinestro tossed the demon high into the sky, aiming for the woman he had previously tossed there. Once he was close enough he took aim and fired, the shot echoing through the sky. He then released the trigger and pulled it again.

After the second shot was fired, he excitedly pulled the trigger once more, but was met with a click having emptied out the entire clip. With no time to reload he put the gun in it's holster and yelled back down to Sinestro as he began to fall towards the sand below.

“THERE! GET ME BACK INTO THE GAME!” As Dean fell he noticed that without him around Victor had focused his attention on the yellow lantern instead, which meant that his allies attention was elsewhere and the lantern probably hadn't heard his call. The two below were trading blows back and forth, each bloodying up the other a bit with a flash of a dagger or a shot of yellow light.

Shit, this wasn't good. If he didn't get help soon he was going to hit the ground. Hard.

“UP HERE YOU FUCKS!” Dean screamed as he continued to fall, though this time thankfully it got a response from Sinestro. A flash of yellow surrounded the Winchester and started to solidify into what he could only describe as a series of elastic bands, as strange as they looked. They wrapped around his torso and then pulled him back before finally letting go and sending shot the demon forward.

Victor got ready, to run or to fight it was yet to be seen, as Dean flew at him like a bat out of hell, his blade aimed at the man's torso.

791 words: Wordcounter.net
0/7 shots remain in the pistol. Needs reload.
Used Demon smoke once.

[Todd Ingram]

Invisible assassins, flying men with yellow aura's, magicians and a templar, just what the hell was going on here ?! Stewie was amazed by the things he was witnessing, almost enough to forget about the bastard that cut him, almost. The football-headed boy turned towards Erik, who was still hacking away at the ice that was holding him in place. "Neat little trick don't you think ? Now be a good magician and hold still." Stewie took careful aim with his pistol, inching in closer towards Erik who froze , realizing the horrible position he was in. If he took a hit from that gun it could be his downfall for sure.

Stewie noticed the fear in his opponents eyes, "You should see your face right now, it looks even more scared then a teenage girl taking her first pregnancy test." Erik's eyes glanced over the insane infant and saw his comrade being pummeled into the ground by Sinestro, "Shay!" he shouted out in concern.

The young evil reincarnated didn't like this one bit, " In case you didn't realize, I am pointing a gun at you from point-blank here. Acknowledge the danger that is Stewie, you third rate sorcerer! I will have you drown in your own blood !"

Firing his gun wouldn't satisfy his anger, instead Stewie balled his tiny fist and gut punched Erik while he was distracted. Erik crumbled by the compressed force behind the punch. "Yeah, how you like that hmm ? I watched Rocky like ten times." The psychic was coughing, trying to catch his breath.
"What was so important anyway?" Stewie asked out of curiosity and turned around himself.

The brawl between Sinestro and Shay unfolded in front of him. The yellow blade caught Stewie's eye and was completely drawn in for a second. "OW, I got to get in on this." Once more he started to summon his mighty flame weapon while watching Sinestro's blade sear through the air. He felt the tanks appear on his back once more, but before he could take a single step the Lantern flew off once again, this time he took some company with him, only to ditch the woman high up in the air.

"Ow this is just too perfect." The young genius said as he aimed his pistol in the air towards Shay who was looking towards Agnes who was in trouble. Without a moment's hesitation Stewie unleashed a barrage of lasers towards the templar," That's for punching me in the face you medieval clown !". Six shots were fired before the machine was overheated, "Blasted ! Why does it keep doing this ?!" The lasers travelled through the air with great speed. The templar turned towards the noise but before he realized what was going on he got hit by the first shot.

Stewie couldn't tell if the others actually hit the target as well, he was too busy getting knocked down from behind. His face met the cold hard floor, pain filled his senses. He tried to get up but the tanks on his back were getting in his way. Removing both straps, he placed the flamethrower tanks on the ground and got up, seeing both Shay and Erik in front of him once more. The magician seemed to have broken free of the ice. A drop of blood was slowly dripping out of his nose. "You bloody bastard, that's the second time you made me bleed. I am going to roast you like a thanksgiving turkey !" The duo knew it wasn't an empty thread and prepared for Stewie's next attack.

Erik got ready to put up another shield for cover. 'Not this time you neanderthalers' Stewie thought to himself. He grabbed the strap of the tanks, put his left foot forward, unleashed the metal claws from his shoes, anchoring himself to the ground and slung both canisters through the air towards his challengers.

A quick aim with his pistol was enough for the duo to know what was going to happen, but it was too late. The evil genius unleashed another salvo of lasers, this time aimed towards the flying, with flammable liquid filled, tanks. The first couple of shots missed but the fourth one penetrated the metal tanks, unleashing a massive explosion above Shay and Erik. The enormous ball of devastating fire spread quickly. Stewie quickly flipped them the bird as he activated his metallic cover.

The large dust cloud of the explosion slowly started to settle and revealed a metallic statue of Stewie Griffin. With his finger proud in the air and his feet anchored down, he waited inside his metal prison to observe the damage he caused, ' Let's see Michael bay top that one.'

Wordcount : 787 Stewie used : Laser pistol , flamethrower, Tight grip and Full metal stewie.

[Gildarts]

Gildarts let the weight of his eyelids dip over the scene like smothering snakes. The darkness conquered the scene in the middle of battle. Eyes closed, as air swept in with a hollow wheeze and gushed out with a windy whooosh. A steel fist hovered directly over his enemy. Gildarts’ shoulders, while sinewy and built with unearthly brawn, seemed to wilt. Hesitation. An inkling of temptation which his wily opponent grasped at.

A mistake, and the God-Mind played off it as inspiration smoldered in its newly kindled eyes. Whether or not the mischief-maker was earnest in its original suggestion seemed ambiguous now. A rush of bloodlust fueled in the blaze of battle eternally cursed the mage's veins and Gildarts could taste the the rising tide on his tongue. The scenery that surrounded the star-crossed opponents churned like a resurrected storm of agonizing hell. The strategy-based creature would have been foolish to not seize the undeniable break in Gildarts’ concentration.

Relentless, as Gildarts was, he was still only human.

A splash of rain followed by a sudden, dreadful clash of scattered thunder, and the sudden arch of molten light bridged across the sky, these sensations were all that would keep him sane in the moments to come. The rest steamrolled, unrelentingly, on his exposed mind.

A rough downburst scraped at his skin, shook his mind, and rattled the cage that held captive the last of the jumbled fragments. Memories, now just pictures taking up painted space. This game of roulette was over, and there was no denying it, everything that had threatened to break him was now erupting. Letters, symbols, and numbers smeared across the distant faces in slashes of crimson blood. Fear choked in his throat and a painful feeling of staggering remorse shot through his heart with every scattered beat. It happened all at once, a sound like tin on iron clanking repetitively on stable bars before a streak of sun broke apart the pool of shadows. The bolt on the lock began to burst as though a force were vehemently shaking it from within, seen only through the flickers of light. Three viridescent eyes became the canvas of his overwhelmed mind and the variegated symbols slashed deeper with each thrashing stroke.

Gildarts growled and felt as though the layers of his skin were peeling back. An argent stream of light filled his already clouded eyes. Reflex caused the Prime to stagger back as he lost his footing, meanwhile, the God-Mind, once below him, seemed to be assessing the newfound damage. Its burnt umber robe was shredded from the leg down, leaving only a broken line of fabric and a very faint laceration symmetrically on the being’s japan shins.

Gildarts, seized the moment, his rage overthrew his body’s thirst for stasis. Blinding argent light had since engulfed his form and a vehement punch rippled into the side of the being’s face. Its hood fell, and with it, a flood of quenchless anger. Even with its seemingly impassive expression, its movements now measured with the weight of heavy and calculated consequence. The God-Mind cocked an ear, in no way meek as a curious youth might have, and its once stolid face now ‒still somehow shaded‒ seemed to glower, enticed by the excitement of this very real challenge.

It was ready for the next punch Gildarts polished off, and took advantage of the man’s inherent wheeze as its movements coiled in a fluent dodge while Gildarts slipped in a side winding hook to its left flank.

Now, the ringing in the mage's ears had shattered his vivid concentration and he fell, as though gravity had grated down on him. The sphinxlike being grew tall as its shadow descended. Emanating from its gaze was its resolution to destroy, and Gildarts braced with a defense of his own. A cloud of splintering void consumed the left side of his body, his shield had formed however, mostly to cover his right, which had been facing the God-Mind. The mage grimaced, but as a warrior, he couldn't be disappointed.

Gildarts remained on the ground in the aftermath of the explosion, which had caused his already mucky mind to swish with the stir of hot blood, pounding away at a tribal beat in his ears. A breath, almost as though the man was anticipating what would come. A vicious strike decimated its concentration as the God-Mind was charging his next imperceptible attack, was the stunning, invisible blow that collided into its ribs.

Blood for blood.

Each acknowledged, as Gildarts spat the taste of metal from his mouth, and Nealaphh graciously endured.

The next movement welled with power that began to shake in his fist. His feet dug into the ground, and Gildarts launched himself conclusively at his foe.

Used: Crash!
T2 power up! - 2 Sp used
Crushing punch!
[Nealaphh also used warp burst, noting it here to be clear]
Clasp!
Detonate
T2 supermove Crushing Evil, Spreading Truth: Ikazuchi

powers used (not sure if I list these? BM, insight (not the extensive version, but viewing the move), basic jump)

4sp total used this round.

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

Agony is not meant to be shared by any verbal means; language, in general, just does not carry the necessary context through which pain can effectively be expressed. So describing such to anyone but myself is ultimately lost. Those who say words hurt are fools. Then again the incantation Avada Kedavra cost me a lot more than I had been willing to part with this day. Did that make me the fool? I can only guess. Suffice it to say blocking the Killing Curse did little to waylay injury, more than likely it was the ownership of my wand and the lack of desire of my assailant that protected me.

How much my injury was sustained from the curse and how much of it resulted from the subsequent beating, I cannot say. However, with this absent knowledge, I may only provide an uneducated guess at best, and one I am hesitant to offer.

My magic had been usurped in the most intolerable way, in an act of petulance and imitation that would have to be soon rectified.

Fuming, I pushed the rubble, the wood, the brick and mortar from my body, staining it with ink, ripping burnt peeling paper from where my skin had been. I focused on the nova of energy that was in my chest. Specters of agony were first, but other emotions that I barely had felt in a long span filled that place as well. It gave me what I needed to stand and then to walk in something more than a stagger as light barely filtered through the smoking hole in the wall and haze of the city… and my body?

All I could smell was burnt parchment.. My hair perhaps?

But that wasn’t important, what I saw was. A warpath of familiar signature marked with bodies strewn on either side, clean in the middle. The usurper had been busy after having purportedly disposed of me, a mistake in cognition he’d soon regret, I would insure it!

I moved.

Using the rising red and yellow star as a general guide and the clearing in the street, I made a progress that was in some ways startling. The Brute was cavalier enough to give me a trail to follow and I could see him now in the distance, the sight of him churning the mass within me to the point where the warm air of this desert was a chill.

My wand hand twitched as the yew shaft fell back into my grasp, my robes flowing off me like a ghostly apparition. I could feel my footsteps and heart thundering as I passed forward towards the back turned against me. Even amongst the smoke and blooming yellow clouds of dust, his silhouette was striking in the noonday radiance. A grin split my face as the thought of him convulsing crossed my mind.

A swift death would be too good for the simpleton.

Only the suffering of something far more prolonged would be a start. I would see this man so defiled that even hades would weep at the sight of him and that too would be only just a beginning. He would only find peace when the sight and sound of his wretchedly weak whimpering bored me. Only then would I end his misery. Then perhaps I would find him again, see how I could repeat the process in a novel way. For now, this was only the beginning.

I raised my wand, stepping around a still twitching corpse, eyes only just fading.

“Usurper," I said coolly, “You have to mean It. CRUCIO!”

My voice sounded like a swinging mallet and a ringing gong that unleashed fire and sweet magic burning through my veins, alighting down my hand with raw power and exiting out of my wand in a cruelly unassuming white lightning. As it connected to the half turned form of the man who had stolen my magic, rapture awakened my mind. True, uncompromising bliss as the man’s scream began working towards a crescendo that it had failed to reach last time.

Oh. Oh, how I missed this.

In a single instant I saw his muscles ripple as his nervous system fractured under my working. He seized, all that fleshy power gone in an instant. For several seconds he just stood there, jerking, before his legs gave out fully. Body hitting the ground with nearly a sound as it continued to quake as his throat locked up.

That wouldn’t do.

Twisting my wand ever so slightly I raised the power of the spell further and changed how it was attuned. With a flicker, a pulse of energy traveled down the jittering force of dark magic towards the body, when it hit, it renewed his screams to an all-time high.

Screams were payment for his transgressions.

Using a full crucio as my only attack. 800 words even. Included Round 1's injuries onto Tom.

[Tearen Wover]

The human’s exaggerated, dramatic movements were simple for the God-Mind to read, but as white fire engulfed its auburn-crested foe, Nealaphh quickly came to understand the full depth of Gildarts’ capabilities. In due response to the imminent threat, the Enigma saw fit to raise another fold in space to ward off the cold rage of its opponent. The understanding, however, was punctuated further, as in the next waking moment, faster than even Nealaphh could process, Gildarts had shattered through the God-Mind’s hyperbolic shield and sent its body flying with all the force of a ballistic missile.

Reeling, Nealaphh did not even have time to consider the myriad rules of physics that had been violated, before its body collided directly with a monolithic cube a good hundred feet away. As the God-Mind impacted the black stone edifice, the entire, enormous structure fractured and burst to fragments, all of which toppled onto Nealaphh’s stricken frame. The thundering echoes faded rapidly into the inky void that surrounded the scene, adding a fitting denouement to the gravitas of Gildarts’ raw power. The Crash Wizard stood, arm crossed in front of his panting face, allowing the roaring aura which surrounded him to ebb. With fevered breath, he rose back to his full height, wary but pleased with himself.

It was not a lingering self-appreciation, for no more than had the last chunk of obsidian rubble fell, than did the epicenter of the destruction heave upwards into a whirling cloud of stone wreckage. At its center was Nealaphh, lacerated and broken. Its left arm hung entirely limp, and both legs appeared to be completely smashed. The God-Mind, however, had no need for a working body so long as its mind continued to function. With limbs dangling like a derelict marionette, the body of Nealaphh slowly rose within its vortex of obsidian, its three eyes burning into Gildarts’ own staunch hues.

I regret that you deem such force necessary, Gildarts. I hope that after this is through, we might yet become allies.

Something had changed within the God-Mind; Gildarts could feel it. The limp body began to drift towards Gildarts, leering at him evilly.

Until such time, I will do what is necessary to defend myself.

Gildarts was given no warning as he felt the space behind him begin to contract in an all too familiar way. With a phlegmy grunt, the wizard leaped forward, away from the ensuing burst of force that sent damp soil splattering in every direction. Even as clods of dirt smacked against the silky fabric of Gildarts’ beloved cape, the gravity wizard suddenly wheezed as his weight was multiplied hundreds of times. Nealaphh leered gleefully, its eyes perpetually flared, as the Crash Wizard was pulled to his knees by the conjured gravity well.

Before Gildarts could summon any disease-addled strength to resist the surging snare, a sizable boulder was sent flying into his face, whereupon it shattered into bloodied fragments. The second Gildarts felt the intense weight ebb, he dashed forward with grim determination, though it was hardly apparent through the crimson spatters that dribbled down his normally crisp features. The God-Mind sent salvo after salvo of crushing debris rocketing towards the wizard, but to no avail. With his body unburdened by tricks of space-time, it was all too easy for Gildarts’ fists to reduce every incoming hunk to sparkling white dust.

All at once, the spiraling tornado of earth came to an abrupt halt, freezing its writhing motion on the spot. This show of telepathic dexterity on the part of the Enigma did not serve to dissuade Gildarts’ inexorable advance. Nealaphh hovered amidst the heavy cloud, still hanging as if by a psychic thread. Again, whispering slights wriggled their way into Gildarts’ innermost thoughts.

I pity you Gildarts, but not for anything that shall come to pass here. I can ease your suffering, if only you give me a chance.

Gildarts responded only with another impatient growl; long and animalistic.

Then, my friend, I am sorry.

With an audible telepathic grunt, Nealaphh hurled the remainder of its onyx fusillade towards Gildarts, momentarily obscuring its battered form. Sighing gutturally Gildarts raised a barrier of his own, letting the dust and stones scatter across the invisible shield like harmless rain. When at last the shadow could be seen, Gildarts reflexively flinched backwards, seeing that Nealaphh had curled into a foetal ball. The ground beneath the two of them darkened to pitch, and began scintillating with the brilliance of a million stars. Another mental scream raked its claws across the slate of the wizard’s mind. The interminable screeching threatened to force itself into a position of sole occupancy within Gildarts’ consciousness, so that he might think of nothing other than succumbing to the pulsating agony that resonated between the folds of his cortices.

799 Words

Nealaphh Used:
Warp Burst
Gravity Distortion
Ego Nova (Tier 1 Offensive) -1 SP
Relativity Shift (Both this round and for Gildarts') -2 SP
3 SP Used total.

Gildarts Used:
Disassemble - Crash!
Bullets - Disperse!

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor saw the demon flying towards him, ready to spread his organs over the sandy streets. It was a dire situation, the knife wound had not pierced any major organs, but the blood loss was making the assassin feel light headed. Had the flying man not intervened, Victor wouldn't have been in any real danger, but unfortunately for the assassin, lady luck was not on his side. Thinking fast Victor braced himself, attempting to absorb the impact from the abomination hurtling towards him.Dean possessed a maddening smile as the prospect of skewering the assassin with his blade brought him to gleeful laughter.Victor waited until the last minute backwards with a huge burst of speed catching his opponents off guard, Thaal could not pull Dean up fully in time causing him to hit the ground with reduced impact. Victor dived into the nearest building he could find, leaving a large trail of blood towards the entrance. Dean followed hot in pursuit of his victim.

The house was a three bedroom two floor property near Nippur’s market district, the owners were probably out at the market when the attack happened and thus it was empty. Victor stealthily walked towards the back of the house away from Dean. “Damn it, I am normally the one doing the chasing, think Wolfe what would one of your marks do to survive?” Victor thought to himself. An idea came to him, he was not sure how well it would work but it was all he had. He ripped a part of his cloak and set his plan into motion. Lucky for him this was one of the nicer building in Nippur, not the royal palace but not a slum.

The building had a door that lead down a steep flight of stairs. Victor allowed his blood to flow over the handle of the door and then collected some in his hand throwing it down the stairs. Pressing the button on his belt, the safety of his stealth giving him some security, he then with a sense of urgency wrapped his wounds with the ripped shreds of his cloak stopping the blood from dripping onto the floor. And took a few steps back just in time. His foe had followed the trail of blood towards the door and with his gun aimed in front of his he walked cautiously ready to shoot anyone who would dare try to attack him again. “Stop hiding you Bastard, die like a real man!” the Demon shouted to no reply. “I know demons are crude but this cretin is the one who almost killed me? I must be having a bad day” Victor smirked to himself.

Dean fell straight into the Assassins trap as he followed the blood trail towards the basement. Trying not to fall for Victor’s Stealth the Demon fired his gun down the stairs making sure the assassin was not waiting for him at any point on the descent. Once he was happy he lifted his foot ready to take the first step down, at this point Victor rushed forward hitting the demon with an elbow to the back of the head sending him rolling down the stairs.

Victor followed closely mounting the dazed Dean and proceeded to repeatedly thrust his blades into the demon's stomach and chest hoping to pierce something vital. Dean started to recover quickly from the fall though and tried to swing his dagger towards Victor who blocked with both of his own using the force to jump away into the basement. The Demon was undoubtedly strong and Victor heard a smash of glass as something hit the floor near where he landed.

It turned out that the basement was a wine cellar full of what looked to be very valuable vintages “I feel sorry for the owner, oh well in the name of Nippur this cellar and its contents have been requisitioned by the state. Compensation shall be provided so long as we survive.” Victor chuckled thinking to himself again. Dean stood up blood dripping onto the stone of the cellar” I will fucking kill you coward!” Victor threw his voice around the room, a skill he learned at a young age for situations like these.” You know, the funny thing is that you are probably right, but not because you are better than me. You see I have been in two other fights before this one and I am starting to feel it, that’s right I was not at full strength and was holding my own until your floating pink lover had to save you! I will give you one more chance let's go all out and finish this, one versus one , or are you too much of a bitch to fight your own battles?”Victor laughed.

[Shay Cormac]

Raising his arms, Shay gasped as the liquid flames spread across his arms, quickly seeping into his thick coat and right into his skin. The Templar couldn't tell what was worse, looking at the Yellow Lantern's bearer choke and drop Agnès from what seemed to be a few hundred feet into the air at the corner of his eye, the fact that Shay's stomach was almost sliced open with nothing he could do about it, or the annoying infant that was still making a mockery of the entire situation attempting to turn both Shay Cormac and Erik Vrell into ash?

Falling to his knees, Shay wheezed as he breathed through the smoke, using the sand beneath him in a desperate attempt to douse the flames. In all this wretched pain, Shay could only wonder, when was the last time he'd been in so much pain?

The Lisbon earthquake which he had caused all those years ago? No, perhaps the moment in which he was shot in the back and put into the freezing Atlantic ocean?

Shaking, Shay pulled his body upright, his ears still ringing like a bell in the middle of a silent room. Shay coughed as the horrible pain in his arms began to numb, putting more attention on his already clotting stomach wound.

Shay, moving his arms, quickly snapped for both of his blades, ripping his sword and dagger from their sheaths, stabbing into the ground in front of him, lifting himself up. His neck popped as he looked at Stewie's metallic body, barely noticing the seeming witchcraft of preforming such a task. The Templar stared intently into the child's eyes as Stewie's metal alloy faded from his body.

Stewie's laughter filled the war-torn air, Erik seeing this as a chance to strike. The psychic took his own blade, dashing towards Stewie with his other arm raised, attempting to blind the child with brightly charged psychic energy. Stewie jumped back a slight bit, seeming to be amused by Erik's strategy.

"Ha," the child spoke, "as expected, so much trouble to deal with me!"

Shay, walking towards the two whilst Stewie quickly evaded Erik's Mageslayer blade, thought it'd be appropriate to show Stewie exactly how much trouble he's been giving the two New Babylonians. Pulling out one if his flintlock pistols, Shay took a bullet from one of his pouches, quickly loading the weapon.

Stewie pulled out his laser pistol, smirking as he aimed it at Erik. Halfway through pulling the trigger, Stewie's hand twisted to his left, spraining his wrist as a loud crack filled the air, sparks flying from his own weapon as it flew across the street they all were fighting on. Cursing to himself, Stewie looked in the direction of Shay, whom was currently speeding towards the child despite his grievous wounds.

In mere seconds, Erik watched as Shay slammed his already busted shoulder into Stewie, both of whom were shouting in pain, though considering Stewie was soon skidding along the streets of Nippur, Erik could thankfully assume it hurt the infant more than it did his comrade.

The Templar continued towards Stewie, attempting to grab the child by his overalls. To counter this, Stewie smiled as he planted his feet on the ground, his shoes clawing into the concrete covered by sand.

"Damnit--!" Shay exclaimed, before immediately getting pushed away by Stewie using his surprising strength. The Templar's legs began to weaken, forcing Shay to step back quite a distance from the fight, Erik once again using his psychic energy to knock the child off balance.

A few seconds passed, the two fighters exchanging a few blows, before suddenly as ever, a slight puff of air was heard in the midst of all the screaming, shouting, and fighting.

Then, Stewie's vision began to blur. A sharp pain sliced into his neck, as if somebody took a needle and stabbed it right into his throat. Stewie suddenly realized, slumping over due to the overwhelming exhaustion, that he was being put to sleep. Erik jumped a bit in surprise, noticing the tiny dart now lodged in the child's neck, looking over to see Shay loading his air rifle.

Breathing heavily, Shay tried his best to focus on putting Stewie down, hoping Erik would deal with the infant when he woke up in a few short seconds. Despite it all however, the Templar saw a familiar figure flying above the city grounds of Nippur at the corner of his eye. The same figure who dropped Agnès a few moments ago.

Sinestro.

Shay's mind raced, dropping his rifle to the floor, before instinctively channeling his Omnilium, forming a single harpoon in his right hand.

Shouting the loudest war cry he's made in years, Shay pulled his arm back, took careful aim at the Ring bearer, and threw.

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800 words exactly for this post, accordin' to ye ole Wordcounter.net!

Moves used:

Stewie - Tight Grip, Laser Pistol,
Erik - Mageslayer, Psi Blades,
Shay - Dual Flintlock Pistols, Sword and Dagger, Harpoon Spear (Ranged).

[/spoiler]

[Demetri Malius]

Damn this wretched place.

The thief groaned as he struggled to stand, leaning against the very wall he had slammed into in order to keep his balance. The world around him spun as he felt sick to his stomach, giving a small coughing fit, wheezing into his hands before looking at them, seeing a crimson liquid. Damn did that hurt. He had been too rushed with his attacks. if he had been conservative, he might have been able to plan a counter to his chains being used against him. Next time, it won’t be that easy.

After taking a few breaths, the world regressed from its swaying and blurred state and Demetri's head began to clear. Now, where was he? As he expanded his senses, he felt the presences of the two that attacked him leave the vicinity, most likely in search of other warriors. Perhaps they believed him dead, which made his case better, for now he still held the element of surprise.

Another cough forced its way out of his throat as he grinned. They would regret underestimating him. He would not allow himself to be made a fool of again. Such insolence will be repaid with devastating consequences. Within a few seconds, the thief had vanished, leaving nothing but a bloody hand-print on the wall.

Demetri rushed back to the battlefield, soon sensing the mage that that had fought alongside him just moments ago. The enemies should not be too far ahead.

Then, more Primes. It seemed to be that the other members of New Babylon had joined in the fight, though they weren't in the greatest condition. It was obvious that they were taking quite some damage, and the thief soon found out why.

The damned red-faced sorcerer had powered himself up, increasing his potency by what Demetri guessed to be at least fifty percent. An interesting ability, perhaps he would be able to accomplish such a feat with omnilium. However, now was not the time to dwell on such a subject. Demetri stayed down on the streets and alley's, hoping to avoid any possible crossfire from the battle. The members of New Babylon were trumped with the sorcerer's new form, and as the thief came closer, he sensed the man pick up one of its members and bring them to the sky. He could quickly assume the reason. In another area, the mage had managed to cripple the warlock, conceiving some pain inducing spell that kept him in place.

As the thief pushed the limit of his speed, he sensed the member fall, before he could even see it happen. He would not have much time, and formed a quick plan. This would surely revive his pride and show these imbeciles he was not one to be trifled with. He then quickly used his chains to scale the nearest building, his black leather armor feeling the warmth of the sun once more, before finally finding his target. Swiftness and skill would be needed to pull of this daunting task.

Once his foot slammed onto the edge of the building, Demetri leaped into the air, his eyes locked onto his targets. The sorcerer suspected nothing as the thief prepared his attack, his chains then ripping through the air and finding their mark around his leg. The second chain flew out as the thief began to swing, it also finding its target as the falling member of New Babylon widened her eyes in surprise. Using all of the strength he could muster, the thief swung in an arc, twisting the falling woman's velocity in the direction of the hindered warlock, while at the same time bringing down the flying sorcerer. His image faded back to the visible spectrum as he managed to slingshot the woman at the enemy, his chain retracting back immediately after.

The red-faced mage then gave the thief a menacing look, reaching down to grab the chain wrapping his limb.

“Not this time.” The thief gave a smile, retrieving a small dagger from his satchel and lodging it in his chain before giving a twist, shattering both of them. As he fell from the sky, he focused once more, splitting his image into five and landing in a roll on the building parallel to the one he leaped from. As each one split into a different direction, the thief slunk back into the shadows, leaving a clone in his wake to join the four others as he made his way back down to the streets, ducking inside a building to prepare his next attack.

Demetri used chains and deception.

used 1 dagger from satchel.

used split tactics 1 sp remaining

760 words according to google docs

[Illidan Stormrage]

"Ah, fuck."

Orion rose to his feet, wood splinters raining from his shoulders. His entire body thrummed with pain, and little wonder; most of his skin had some cut or deep graze, though the blood had dried from the wounds. A pile of shattered wood and glass surrounded him. He couldn't remember how he got there. He was with Sinestro and Dean, and a red headed man had also appeared, and then -
NOVA static. Dammit! It must've malfunctioned while he was flying, and the debris around him the remainder of his impact. He clenched his fists.

"Ah, fuck!"

His left hand was broken; coils of fire burned around his fingers beneath the skin. His right hand was intact, but melee combat was an unwise proposition. Damn! The first fight since he came here and his NOVA unit cheated him.

Orion shot into the air, searching for his allies. A yellow flare ignited in the air. Sinestro. He rocketed towards the Lantern, stopping on a dime before him in mid air. "Sinestro!"

The red skinned man eyed the saiyan, lips flat. "Orion. So you finally managed to join us."

"Don't give me that bullshit. It was outside my control." Orion looked down. An object hurtled towards the ground, though from his distance it was unrecognisable. "You drop something?"

Sinestro nodded. "Intentionally."

Orion clenched his teeth. The cuts and bruises layered over his body burned, but it only served to fuel his battle lust. To take such wounds from falling out of the sky ...

"Who's the enemy? Tell me who to fight!"

Sinestro's yellow eyes lingered on the saiyan. "Find Dean. Maybe Ganondorf, if he needs the help. Or Gildarts."

Orion stared back. "Who?"

"Ganondorf. The red headed fellow. And Gildarts, the one we found in the desert."

"You won't fight beside me?"

Sinestro smirked. "I appreciate the thought, but the others will need your assistance more than I."

Orion narrowed his eye. Figures. "So be it."

The saiyan turned his attention to the battlefield once more, soaring downwards in a wreath of blue fire. He considered activating his sensors, but the NOVA unit was simply too flaky to trust.

Orion alighted upon a stable roof, placing his left hand on the tiles. Pain stabbed his broken digits. He fell onto his side, the rough edges of the tiles digging into his ribs. A prickly tightness drew in his chest and clenched his jaw. Catching himself, Orion expanded his lungs and fired his breath out of his nostrils in sharp jets. Calm down. There's still plenty of time to kill something.

His eye scanned the town below him. There was no sign of Dean, and Orion thought he'd be the easiest one to locate, considering his rampant disregard for tranquillity in the quietest of times. Ditto for Gildarts, who was rending huge scars in the desert not long ago. Ganondorf, though, was little more than a rather striking appearance.

A desperate, pain-wracked scream penetrated the white noise of battle.

Orion searched for the sound and spotted its source. An olive skinned man with a shock of red-orange hair writhed on the ground, his face pulled into a tortured mask. Ganondorf. Incessant fingers of white lightning stabbed his body relentlessly. Another man in a robe stood over him, a white stick raised in his twisted wrist. The fierce electricity burst from the tip of the stick.

"A wizard," Orion muttered. "All magic users be damned."

The tiles beneath his feet were obliterated as the saiyan exploded off the mark, flying right for Ganondorf's aggressor. Orion's feet slammed into the earth beside the abominable sorcerer, who took a brief moment to gaze at him.

Orion threw an open palm outwards. "Drop the stick, coward."

The wizard opened his mouth, but Orion's shout devoured his response. A rippling wall of ki launched from his hand and slammed into the robed attacker, knocking him off his feet and onto his back a good distance away.

The saiyan looked to Ganondorf. A groan left his lips. Alive.

Orion refocused. The sorcerer climbed to his feet, scowling. He thrust out his wand and his lips moved.

"Ferventis Gelata!"

A stream of viscous white lava burst from the wand. Orion threw out his arms and formed a Ki Shield over his body. The searing magic splashed onto the shield, quickly dissolving it. Orion tried to pull back but the boiling stream slopped onto his hand. His left hand.

The spell chewed through his leather glove, though the steel of the arm guard protected his forearm. Orion roared at the bloom of pain. His fiery aura burst to life, and a spark of blue light materialised before his thrust, undamaged hand.

"I hate magic!"

A crackling beam of ki launched forward, drowning the area in brilliant white-blue light.

800 words on the dot, according to Word.

Moves used
Orion: Kiai, Ki Shield
Tom: Hearthfire Charm

Orion used T1 Super Attack - Full Power Ki Blast. Target - Tom. 3/4 SP remaining

[Joline]

A scream escaped the Agnès’ lips, filling the high air of Nippur as gravity tore her from the sky. Surely nobody on the battlefield could hear her, but she couldn't do anything other than be scared. A few possible solutions came to mind - she could try to break her fall with a Jump from the Valkyrie Asterisk, for example, but none of her abilities aside from some White Magic seemed to respond to her.

She had her bow, but what good would that do? She was a good shot, but she couldn't focus, and firing an arrow directly above her at the man that had dropped her would run the risk of the arrow not going far enough and falling on her. She wouldn't dare try looking down and firing on anyone on the ground - the last thing she wanted to be reminded of was death rushing towards her.

It was going to happen, wasn't it? She was going to die. Nothing but luck or some kind of miracle could save her at this point. The wind rushing past her started spinning her about, turning her into a flailing mass of black and white fabrics and long brown hair, so she couldn't even see how fast the world was coming up to meet her. She couldn't imagine her arrows were staying in their quiver at the moment, either, so her bow would be useless for the rest of the battle. If she kept falling, of course, her being involved in the battle was among the least of her worries.

It was in the mess of spinning and struggling to right herself that Agnès felt something wrap around her torso, stopping her rotation completely. She looked down to see a chain tighten around her upper torso, sucking the breath from her lungs once more. She felt herself flung not down, not up but forwards, where she again lost control of her orientation.

Barely was the Vestal relieved of the fear of impending doom as she hurtled aimlessly towards the ground, far from where she had once been, far from any hope of familiarity or comfort or safety in the now-chaotic streets of Nippur.

Slam. Immense pain flared up all over Agnès' body. Something cracked, and while she feared what had cracked, she found her answer in the form of an uncomfortable wooden point jabbing her side. Fortunately, that meant her bow had broken rather than a bone fracturing or breaking. She let out a little ow and struggled to her feet. She saw a very large-looking man with what she could only describe as an orange mane. It seemed as though he had unintentionally cushioned her fall. On pure instinct alone she made an apologetic sound and offered her hand. "I am sorry, sir. I did not mean to--"

She stopped herself. "In my defense, had I not been falling from the sky, we wouldn't be in this situation. Regardless, are you hurt? Find shelter and I will come find you after all this. I can help with any injuries I may have caused you then..."

The victim of the unintentional Vestal cannonball seemed less than impressed. In fact, he looked hostile. Maybe he wasn't the forgiving type?

Or was he an enemy? In that moment, Agnès felt the power of one of her Asterisks flow through her - in a quick flash of bright white light, her outfit changed to a qipao, black thigh-highs, white ankle boots and black elbow-length gloves. She felt powerful in a way that now felt almost foreign - maybe the Omniverse had changed her abilities for the better for once. "Or are you, dare I ask, among the ranks of those who threw our city into chaos?"

Agnès' Angel Bow broke. Can't use it for the rest of the fight because, y'know, broken.
Agnès used Tier 1 Powered-Up Form: Equipped Monk Asterisk! for the entire round (3 ATK, 2 DEF, 5 SPD, 5 TEC, -2 SP)
622 words, according to Wordcounter.net. I think I used that, at least.

[Ganondorf]

The other Dark Lord grinned maliciously as his magic scoured Ganondorf’s mind and body. The light of the world left Ganondorf’s eyes as his entire being became one with the pain seeping into his bones. His throat was raw from his screams and the pains of the battle before were washed away under the tide of the Crucio curse.

Then, it was suddenly over, leaving the sun-darkened man gasping for breath. His reprieve was short-lived, however, as a sudden weight fell upon him, driving the air from his lungs and bringing the Dark King back to his senses. The world returned to him and he was able to once again perceive what was happening around him. It seemed that his respite was afforded by a man with dark hair attacking the tortuous wizard. And as for what had landed on him… it was a young lady. She was admittedly striking, though Ganondorf couldn’t help but to scowl at her as she sputtered out a half-assed apology. And as suddenly as she had landed upon him, she shifted her attitude to one of aggression.

As easy as it would be to destroy the woman, Ganondorf had more pressing matters to attend to. As such, he left his words brief, but to the point.

“Leave me be, wench.”

Ganondorf rose to his feet, for the moment dismissing the, now appalled, young lady who had crashed so unceremoniously into him. His eyes were instead focused upon the two men near to him. After a brief exchange of words and attacks, his savior shone with a powerful aura of light and launched a beam of energy at the wizard. Tom seemed rather more adaptable than Ganondorf would have given the boy credit for, as he counted the beam with an attack of his own. The two energies collided, sending sparks dancing in all directions, and for a moment it seemed they were evenly matched. Then the newcomer’s attack exploded apart as the green lightning of the wizard’s spell tore through it and into him.

The man was launched by the sheer power of Tom’s spell, his form becoming lost in the haze of battle as he tumbled away. Mr. Riddle laughed maliciously as his foe was beaten and Ganondorf knew that he would need to attack him before Tom’s attention returned to him. But considering the ease that the boy had subdued the great Gerudo before, Ganondorf would need to bring his full power to this next confrontation. His face twisted into a sinister grin. The poor boy didn’t know just what sort of pain he was in for. The Triforce of Power shone brightly upon the back of his raised hand as Ganondorf triggered his transformation.

The Gerudo’s body twisted and morphed, bulging and elongating unnaturally as his form changed. His face twisted and grew, becoming a snout. His teeth became jagged and tusks jutted from his mouth. Dense fur sprouted across his skin like grass, and in a few short seconds his transformation was complete. Where once the Dark Gerudo King stood, a monstrous boar now bellowed its fury to Nippur.

The dark wizard had barely a second to register what had just happened before the beast charged him. His bleach white wand rose to level a defense against this onslaught, but was halted as a massive, clawed hand wrapped around his torso. Now it was Tom’s turn to cry out in pain in Ganon’s tight grip, but even that was short lived as the behemoth slammed the boy bodily into the ground. A small spurt of blood spat forth from his mouth from the impact, staining the beast’s hand with a spot of crimson.

Twin spots of pain erupted from Ganon’s side, eliciting a bellow of rage and pain from the beast. Tom was thrown aside, his body tumbling away towards where the energy throwing man had gone, as he turned to face what had caused him pain. And there, standing defiant against the towering monster, was that girl from before. More than a bit of fear shown in her eyes, but her stance was firm and her demeanor defiant. Ganon lowered his head towards her, his snout blowing a hot, stinking gust of breath at her which made her hair stir in the breeze of it. For an eternal moment, the two merely looked at one another. Then, he beast turned with a snort, charging down the road away from her with a bestial roar and leaving Agnes staring after it in bewildered confusion.

Activated Tier 1 Powered-Up Form: Dark Beast Ganon. It will remain active until my next post. -2 SP
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[Dean Winchester]

This kid's taunting was pathetic, I fought so much! Wah wah wah. Dean had stopped the apocalypse after being nearly beaten to death by Lucifer and had whined less about it.

“Fine, you want a fight then you got it.” Dean replaced the pistol into its holster, if they stayed in this room Dean might have a chance, it was better then fighting outside in the open. “Right here, right now until one of us is dead you little bitch.”

The Winchester didn't have to wait for an answer as a flurry of blows came his way. Some the demon was able to block, while many hit their mark. As the attacks came Dean noticed something, whenever the assassin attacked he was visible for a moment. For most people it might not have been much but this demon used to hunt ghosts, so things like this sometimes meant the difference between life and death.

Every time Dean was attacked he would slash wildly where Victor had been, most of the time hitting nothing, but a few times he saw a small splash of fresh blood that got the mark of Cain screaming in his soul. During all this he managed to back up closer to the wall behind him, making sure to stay close to cut down the possible directions this bastard could attack from. It also gave him access to the bottles of wine on the wall.

Victor would attack and then Dean would defend and chucked a bottle of wine at him and on it went, until the floor was covered in broken glass and wine. This time as Victor when to strike Dean hear the sound of popping glass, and he slashed wildly in that direction, though it showed no indication of hitting anything.

“Huh, you are not the mindless cretin I assumed you to be.” The young punks taunted him. “A cretin to be sure, but not absolutely mindless.”

Dean just snarled at Victor, chucking a bottle of wine purely out of spite. A plan was already formulating in his mind and he had to stick to it.

There was the creak of broken glass as Victor moved, the flash of his arm and dagger as he went to stab Dean, giving the demon what he needed to attack. Using a burst of speed he moved himself into the attack, forcing the dagger deeper into his side. The kid might have been fast, but no one expects an enemy to push himself INTO your attack!

Using the momentary confusion he grabbed the punk's arm and held tight. With physical contact made Dean opened his mouth and spewed out the sulphuric smoke that gave him just what he needed, a target to throw a mean right hook at. His punch just managed to make contact with Victor's jaw, not enough to shut the jackass up, but enough to break the invisibility.

The assassin yanked himself free from Dean and leaped back into the room. “That was a neat trick, but now you are all out of them, and looking pretty ragged there too.”

It was true that Dean was getting tired after using so much energy today, but he was not giving up. He was about to say so but something caught his attention, something at his side felt like it was on fire. Looking down the demon saw that blood from the dagger stuck in him was dripping down and landing on the colt, not his pistol but THE colt, and it was starting to burn with an energy that reminded Dean of the flames of hell.

“Nah,” Dean said, bringing up the first blade to cut a gash into the palm of his free hand. “I got one more.”

Taking hold of the colt with his bleeding hand Dean drew the weapon, and even then he could feel his blood soaking into the wooden grip. Cracks started to form in the wood, breaking the pentagram carved near the bottom of it, as a sinister red energy seemed to take hold deep inside it. The cracks wormed their way up the handle, like an infection taking root, and into the metal of the gun itself. Demonic runes etched themselves into the surface, covering up the Latin carved by the hands of Samuel Colt himself. The burning sensation seemed to increase as the inside of the barrel started to glow red, taking on an eerie and haunting look.

This weapon answered to a new master now.

“CNILA PADGZE OL VNPH, AR DS BIAH ASPT OLLOG GEMEGANZA LONCHO.” Dean chanted in Enochian as he pulled the trigger, “Good bye.”

A red flash coming from the weapon, the smell of sulphur filling the air, as a bullet surrounded by black and red flames flew at his opponent.

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Dean used burst speed for the second time.
Dean used Demonic smoke for the second time.
Dean used T1 Super attack: The Colt.

[Todd Ingram]

The pink sky brightened the world around him. Stewie was sliding down the rainbow, laughing like the innocent child he is. Plush unicorns came flying over his head. The overly happy genius was sliding towards a sandy beach, where his friend Rupert was laying. The bear's head was on top of a muscular body, waving Stewie to come over. The excited child opens his arms as he came closer. He started to pick up speed and the sandy beach came very close, very fast. Covering his face right before he crashed.

Slowly Stewie's eyes opened, looking upon the sand that covered the battlefield of Nippur. He started to wake up from his forced slumber. "Whoa, what just happened?" The sleepy child started to look around him. His eyes shot open when he saw a psychic blade coming down towards his overly large head and ducked for cover. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

The exhausted Erik took a fighting stance, he was badly wounded, blood was seen all over him. Stewie reached for his gun but noticed it was no longer there. He started to search for it around him. Erik had no intention of waiting, quickly closing the gap between them. His psychic blade moved quick but the awkward way of attacking a target this small gave Stewie an opening. He rolled aside to dodge the attack, the blade however, still cut his arm.

"Goddamnit! You are as annoying as a hungry mosquito during summer." During his shout out he noticed his pistol laying behind Erik on the sandy ground. The infant couldn't resist but complain in a long sigh, "Of course it's there, it's always behind the enemy. So much cliché."

Erik turned to look what Stewie was talking about, an opening Stewie didn't leave unused. The evil genius started running up close to the failed magician, jumped up and with all his strength he forced his foot between Erik's legs, almost as if he tried to kick something back inside. Erik screamed out in agony as he crumbled to the floor, suffering.

"You're welcome, now you can reach the high Michael Jackson notes. Just don't get creepy like him M'kay ?" Stewie said when walking passed Erik to pick up his weapon.

"Come down, you coward ! Come down and face me ! " A familiar voice shouted near him, it was that annoying assassin that was attacking Stewie earlier. And look at that, his back was completely open. Stewie smiled as he took aim, but before he squeezed the trigger he heard a ruckus behind him. "Ow what is it this time? " Stewie turned and saw three guards flying from around the corner, followed by a huge boar like creature that was rushing through the streets of the city.

"OH MY GOD ! It's a giant pig ! It's AMAZING ! I want one !" The infant shouted when he saw the wild beast rampaging through the streets. Completely forgetting about Shay. The boar seemed to calm down for a moment as it looked upwards towards the man of yellow lights. "You there, pig ! Come here." Stewie ordered the transformed Ganondorf.

"Are you referring to me ?" The beast replied with his deep and threatening voice.

" OH MY GOD HE TALKS!" Stewie excitedly screamed

"You picked a fight with the wrong evil, little one. Disrespecting me like that." Ganondorf said while he was getting ready to charge at the genius.
"Pick a fight ? What ?Oh no, not picking a fight. I am already in a fight. Blasted ! I was taking care of the crappy assassin that was attacking the yellow light man in the sky."

Ganondorf withheld from attacking, " Yellow light man.. Are you referring to Sinestro? Are you his ally ?"
"Sin who ? I was helping his demon friend. You can say I am his ally, yes."

"Very well, let's take care of these chumps that are attacking my comrades, hop on. But call me pig one more time and you shall suffer a faith more horrible than death."

Stewie did not hear the threats, he was too giddy he got to ride the giant boar. He quickly climbed up and took position near Ganondorf's head. He took this moment to resummon his weapon, the flamethrower. Ganondorf made his way towards where Shay was before, he was still there, taunting Sinestro from the ground. Stewie took out his gun and this time he did not hesitate, shooting the ice beam directly at Shay's feet, freezing him in place.

Shay screamed, turning his upperbody around. His eyes shot wide open with disbelief and fear. Charging at him was a giant boar with Stewie shooting up flames while roaring the 'ride of the valkyries' theme from the boar's back.

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

A river of jagged emerald light burned from my wand rapturously, piercing the heart of the flying vagabond's best attempts to deny me rightful retribution. Truly a sight to see as my powers were tested and proven the better as they should be. As nature demanded it. His fiery assault disbursed outward in a dying explosion from under the strain of my birthright striking the mutt from the sky like so many other mongrels that had ever challenged me.

That was how a proper Killing Curse was performed. Now one mouse was taken care of, time to see the rat put in its place as well, for good-

A golden triangle greeted my vision as I turned back towards where the usurper had lain, shining with an intensity that didn’t belie what came next. As I said before pain is impossible to describe to those uninitiated to the art of being held by the mistress of agony. I was coupled with suffering that was as absolute as it was dimorphic. My bones were turned to shards of glass, my blood alchemically transfused into bleach, and my mind swimming in a sea of incomprehension as undeserving rage was rained down upon me to the point where vision and awareness were secondary to each and every blow, until even that was torn from me. All that remained was a thrumming vibration within the earth itself, a roaring throb within my spine, cracked crevices of my cover and the very pages that were my true self torn.

I was utterly alone, I realized, my constructed body had been disbursed. Time barely had any meaning for me other than those tremors. That whore of a usurper would soon find out that one simply does not manhandle a dark lord and live to regret it.

Vengeance.

I opened myself to it, embraced the core of who was around it, fueling it with my soul so that I would rise again.

The world came back to me in startlingly blurred focus. The pains of my true body faded away as my replacement came into existence, supplanting my normally limited senses. My limbs were sodden, my heart pounding with all the force it could muster. It was enough; it had to be, though it didn’t feel like it could possibly be.

Staggering to my feet from within a person shaped indentation of myself filled with ash, ink and embers, I scoured the area as quickly I could for my quarry or any others who presented themselves as a threat. Only ruin and corpses greeted me until I turned around.

The red and yellow star’s face bored into me as he rebuffed two soldier’s attempts to flank him with gloriously ineffective results. The red haired usurper was further away dealing with what looked like two others of a more unique persuasion. The Star would have to do instead.

Vengeance.

Air caught my lungs, the smell of ink upon the wind. I raised my wand as much as my sluggish muscles could carry me and began my assault and then thrusting myself sideways. My mind began incanting harshly to bring up a forward burst as three pale prismatic bolts and a blinding flash launched forward only to be greeted by a shield of sickly yellow. I started charging my magic again immediately, not waiting for breathing time. The pattern from my first attack held true as the earth was suddenly rented cruelly where I had been, taking several corpses with it into a sallow maw. I didn’t care beyond the instant of archiving the knowledge as I met attack for attack.

“Lacero!” Throwing myself left, my throat burned with an unexpected pain to the point that it croaked out the incantation. The word though was uttered, I brought my wand about a second time with fiery tip. The thicker orange starburst was again met with the yellow shield but this time the shield gave in. Crushing and mutually destructing, leaving only a horrible explosion behind and threw us both.

An instant later though he was upon me far faster than I could manage to believe. A blazing blade of sunlight swept to cut me down, I barely moved out of the way as it passed to my left, slicing down my left forearm. Pain inviting awareness I so keenly needed at that moment, lightening my feet and bringing warmth at my side at the weapon’s passing.

This thing deserved far more than a quick death. However fate was what I deigned to meet out not what I wanted. Being denied my prey, by this man, by the other, the usurper being protected from his rightful punishment.

Vengeance.

I screamed as I pointed my wand at his chest, a ribbon of green forming at my command, “Avada Kedavra!”

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Recapping Tom's super on Orion, Ganon going fatality on Tom
Tom regenerates his Horcrux Body, at significant cost and comes too after Ganon moves off with Stewie
Thaal is available from his attack on Agnes
Tom Frustos Thrice, Blinds once which gives him time to Lacero
Thaal shields and then creates a sword to cut into Tom's left arm, I'll let him decide the damage taken from the Lacero damage.
Tom follows up with an Avada Kedavra at the cost of his last SP nearly point blank.

[Shay Cormac]

Shay could admit, he hadn't felt this embarrassed with himself since he was a teenager. The Templar was in such a panic he couldn't help to sound afraid. Shay hated showing his own fears, especially now considering a huge boar charging at him at full speed with an infant riding on top of it's dirt-smeared back.

Closing his eyes, Shay only hoped that the pit in his stomach would cease to exist in a few moments. For once in his life, the Templar felt horribly overwhelmed, and though he knew nothing could help him at this point, Shay raised his arms into the air, backing into the brick wall behind him in preparation for the oncoming spike of pain he was about to receive.

Shay wheezed, choking up as the roar got louder, and when the time came, the Templar finally felt a sudden strain on his arms, the hot breath of Ganon causing Shay to gag. The Templar's back scratched against the wall, expecting to have a sudden loss in motor functions soon, but surprisingly enough, he was still moving just fine. In fact, Shay noted as he opened his eyes, this wasn't too difficult at all.

It was then Shay heard the familiar grunts of a rather small voice right next to him. Shay almost mistook it as a random civilian, but looking down, he saw a short, brunette girl taking all the blunt force Shay was about to deal with only a second ago. The Templar then realized it was Agnès Oblige standing by his side, pushing against Ganon's tusks with all of the strength in her body, forcing the monstrous creature's claws to dig into the sand beneath it.

"Don't ignore me!" Agnès shouted into Ganon's face, the boar showing nothing in it's eyes but absolute seething rage, pushing harder onto the two New Babylonians as Stewie laughed at the sight.

Despite the annoying child's laughter, the sight of Agnès committing this hard drove him, the Templar finding the horrible knot in his stomach loosening up a bit. The sight of Ganon was still terrifying, and the feeling of the boar's coarse skin was absolutely disguising to touch, even to somebody like Shay, but knowing he wasn't alone in battle helped his morale by tenfold.

Taking his already injured right arm, Shay drove his gloved palm into Ganon's snout, pushing the giant boar back a few more inches. Agnès kept pushing, before hearing a strange popping sound in her left ear.

At the corner of her eye, Agnès saw Shay's hidden blade glisten in the sun above the battlefield, watching and listening to the awful sights and sounds of the boar yelping in pain as the Templar's knife stabbed into Ganon's pig-snout. Blood, mucus and sweat drenched Shay's sleeve and the grounds of Nippur, watching as Stewie and Ganon finally gave the Babylonians space to breathe.

Shay stepped to the side, himself and Agnès both moving away from Ganon and Stewie, the latter of whom seeming to be very confident in their ability to win. Looking over to Agnès and her almost unscathed condition however, Shay felt it was going to be a bit more complicated than that. The Templar nodded at the wind vestal, keeping close eye on the recovering boar and his comrade.

"Stay back a bit," Shay whispered, "and wait until my move before you go in."

Agnès froze for a split second, before nodding a bit frantically, keeping her fighting stance. She could only wonder what in the world Shay had up his sleeve in his condition, and despite her wanting to object to him doing anything further, she knew the two of them had to do something to get out of a situation as sticky as this.

Before they had any time to react, Stewie shouted for Ganon to charge. The boar, huffing in annoyance, slammed onto the ground, pulling it's hind legs back to pounce on the two horribly outmatched opponents of theirs. Shay looked at Agnès, giving her a quick glance as he jogged forward into the direction of Ganon.

Agnès' heart sank, her arm reaching outward, wishing she'd not agreed to whatever Shay had planned.

"Wait--!" the vestal shouted, stopping her lips from saying anything further as the monstrous pig roared once more, jumping towards the Templar.

Clenching onto his flamethrower, Stewie laughed, looking at Shay stop in place as if he were frozen in fear.

Only a second later did the boar and the infant see Shay swing his rifle over his shoulders, take a knee, and before they had any time to react, hearing something burst out of the tubular device beneath the musket-like weapon.

Ganon only saw the grenade in the air for a fraction of a second before it exploded at his knees.

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Ganon and Stewie charges into Shay.
Agnès stops Ganon from turning Shay into mush.
Both Agnès and Shay push Ganon just enough for Shay to stab into Ganon's nose.
Stewie has Ganon charge once more as Shay tells Agnès to wait for his move.
Shay runs towards Ganon and Stewie, stopping at just the right time to shoot his grenade launcher at Ganon's feet.

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[Erik Vrell]

The explosion of the grenade threw large amounts of sand into the air, obscuring the gigantic pig from view. Just as Shay had begun to calm himself, a howl echoed through the air and the great boar's head emerged from the sand cloud, its eyes filled with even more anger than before. The beast was bloodied from the shrapnel but this only seemed to enrage it. The beast charged towards the duo at great speed, surprisingly so for a creature of it's size. Just as Agnès and Shay prepared for the attack, a purple wall erected itself between the two groups. The monster crashed heavily against the wall, causing it to tremble, but it held strong. Erik was on his knees, beaten and bloodied but alive. Small flares of energy appeared and disappeared in the weakened man's eyes. "I'm not done yet." Erik said quietly. He turned to Agnès. "You are a healer, correct?" Erik asked. "Please, I need your assistance, I cannot hold on much longer." Agnès looked unsure, especially after the last person she had offered to heal had tried to kill her, but a small nod from Shay told her that the cloaked man was an ally. Agnès quickly began healing his smaller wounds. Erik soon found that the pain had vanished and his cuts had mostly closed up.

"That was be enough." Erik said. "Now, step aside." Erik said as the boar prepared the charge once more. The pair quickly moved to the side as the boar charged and watched as Erik quickly dematerialised his psi wall and dove to the side, narrowly missing being trampled. He drew Mageslayer and noticed that the infant that had kicked him... in a place he did not wish to be kicked was riding the massive creature. He was so shocked that he almost didn't notice the boar barreling towards him. The psychic took a quick slash at the monster but barely scratched its thick hide. He grunted and began to focus his power within himself. "Maybe this will give me an edge." He said. His eyes suddenly became alive with violet energy and purple sparks danced across his body. "Let us show this beast what it means to cross the king." Erik said to his two allies. The three allies faced the beast together, prepared to fight. "Oh, how cheesy can you get?" Said a voice from atop the boar. Erik despised that child. It was his fault Erik's voice was a pitch higher than it should be. Erik charged at the beast and slashed wildly, parrying the scything tusks threatening to separate his head from his body and stabbed at the pig's muzzle. The wound was not deep, but was enough to cause annoyance to the monster. As the creature focused on Erik, Angès joined the melee and Shay looked to the infant riding the monster.

The infant was preparing his flame thrower to blast the two below and Shay rushed to stop him. He leapt up onto the closest roof and jumped silently onto the beast's back. "I think i'll fry the girl first." Stewie said to himself as he took aim and prepared to unleash hell upon the two below. "I don't think so." Shay said, punching the infant squarely in the jaw. Stewie was stunned for a moment. 'How the hell did he get up here so fast?' He wondered briefly before firing a jet of flame at the templar. Shay dodged out the way moments before the jet of flame scorched the area he had recently occupied. As he dodged the flames, Shay could barely stand straight on the monster as it clawed and charged at his two comrades, much less aim an attack. Finally, the templar found his moment. As the beast prepared to gore one of the New Babylonians below, it stopped momentarily and allowed Shay to regain his footing. He got ready to stab at the child with his hidden blade, but a sudden jerk from the beast caused him to loose balance. He tripped forwards and only managed to cut the leg of the infant, which elicited a shriek from the boy.

As Shay fought above, Erik and Agnès fought the beast below. Erik materialised a psi blade in his left had and he parried a tusk with Mageslayer in his right. He swung Mageslayer at the beast once again, which was met with a parrying tusk which Erik quickly pushed against with all his might. The beast could almost smell the blood of the psychic when Erik's crackling psi blade scythed through both Mageslayer and the tusk and arced towards the monster's eye. It released what happened moments too late as the violet blade slashed at the its eye. Half blind, the monster roared in pain and almost shook its two passengers from its back. Erik and Agnès backed quickly away from the beast it bucked and roared wildly. As Ganon went wild, Shay assessed the situation and decided to jump from the beast, landing close to his two allies. The beast steadied itself and turned to the trio before it, blood dripping from its eye. "You will regret that." It growled.

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