Day 3 Morning

[The Spirit]

"Greetings Heroes! The time is almost near. More of your comrades have fallen but they all have been sent back. You are almost there! Beware of more storms however!"

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Koren headed to bed, his time here on this island very uneventful. As the moon began to rose he heard rumbling beneath his feet. His head darted to the sound to see large amounts of lava, rock, and one giant tree rise out of the ground before dissipating into nothingness. Koren's eyes widened with fear as he began to run. However, Koren was not as fast as the disappearing ground and was soon falling into the pit before being brought to the Spirit once more.

KOREN- DEAD
The lightning storm is taking place.
A new storm has arose around G9-13 to I9-13
All rows E and left have now disappeared.

[The Spirit]

CHALLENGE
THE WARLOCK VS. URURU, DESCO, DANTE

As you enter a small cave you see the floating purple apparition. In it's hands is the relic you all came here for. The warlock sees you enter and smiles at you all. "You are all my playthings now. With your deaths, I shall be released." The Warlock tossed a vial of blood, each drop hitting the ground before sinking in. Seconds later fists popped out of the ground each hand familiar. As the newfound zombies rose from their graves you find something different about them. All of your fallen comrades have come to fend off your attack and are now protecting the Warlock. His smile grew, "Have fun killing your friends!" His laugh echoed through the cave as you are now being chased by your fallen friends.

Participants may no longer post unless it is a response to the challenge.
Guardian Difficulty- ???

[The Spirit]

FACE TO FACE
LINK, MAGUS, KOPAKA vs. MICKEY MOUSE, BELLE, PROTO MAN

The dawn had arrived, the orange sun tinting the entire sky a nice orangey hue. Magus and his groupies walked through the forest. The tangled brush getting in his way before the group stumbled upon another pack of primes. Magus shushed the group behind him and crouched beneath the shrubbery, hoping to get a surprise on these new arrivals. The rest of the group sat behind Magus, hoping to get some insight to why they had suddenly stopped.

“I didn’t know that Play, Boy was also religious.” The mouse began to peer at the magazine intently, attempting to read the smeared words. “It is always good to have a girl get on her knees.”

“Mickey!”

Kopaka’s metallic face became intent as he heard the name. “I will have to relinquish you of this weapon for now.” The toa of ice grabbed the Chainsaw from Magus’ back. “Mickey Mouse. I am here to detain you for your crimes against the Empire. Surrender now or die.” The toa announced as he revved up the chainsaw, roaring it to life.

Mickey turned with the rest of the group, all of them alarmed at the newcomer along with the rest of the group that stepped out of the bushes. “I don’t know what your problem is buddy, but you have to leave me alone.” Mickey took the shield out from his back, bringing it to his arm. He felt the rush of power flow through him and stepped in front of the other groups of primes.

Link’s breastplate resonated with the shield and the two primes almost felt a magnetic attraction towards one another, but each resisted the pull. Kopaka turned to the other primes before speaking. “Keep the others at bay but leave the mouse to me.”

Kopaka charged in alongside with the others, swinging his running chainsaw at the mouse. The sounds of metal scratching metal filled the air as Mickey brought his shield to match. Mickey pushed with his shield, causing Kopaka’s arm to go up for a second and allowing Mickey to land a punch right in his face.

Link smashed the cube and heard the iconic sound for a brief moment before a banana peel came into his hands and Magus grabbed...an apple? Both of the primes sighed as they saw what they had to deal with.

Proto Man took out his knife and began to breathe in for a second. Bright lights engulfed the Robotic Teen, his armor being replaced with new materials. Proto smiled and whipped out the Butterfly knife before nodding to Belle, “How about we make some fruit salad.” Belle smiled back at the Robotic Boy wielding her crowbar.

Belle began to charge into the group before a slimy banana peel hit her in the face. She wiped it off before an apple came soon after. Frustrated, she went in with her crowbar. Link reached for the mystery cube once more but it failed to come to him, only a metal pink crowbar hit him in the face. Proto charged towards Magus, the butterfly knife in hand. Magus jumped to the left but Proto went right along with him and sliced his stomach. Magus attempted to dodge all of the slices but the enhanced Teenager’s reflexes were too smooth. Small cuts here and there but each one stung him.

The girl charged again at Link, but the Hero of Time managed to dodge the blow. He followed through with an uppercut to her face, bringing back her bouts of dizziness. Link then jumped up in the air and began to summon his Megaton hammer. Bringing the massive item down upon the Redheaded girl. As the hammer was about to be finished smashing the young girl, Proto stood in the way, his shield quickly materializing beneath the hammer’s massive blow. Proto pushed of the boy as the Shield began to dissipate.

Magus was soon on the offensive, taking this time where Blues was defending Belle. Magus landed a solid punch in Blues’ face, flinging him across the field and causing him to land harshly in the trees. Magus looked at the recovering girl and kicked her in the stomach. He continued to Her groan of pain was interrupted by a few choice words.

“Finish Buster.” Magus looked up to see Blues charging a massive blast. The blue beam of energy flew at the warrior before a puff of smoke. Magus reappeared right next to Link and nodded to him. They knew with their equipment they wouldn’t get much further with these two.

Kopaka, however, was soon put on the defensive. The whirring blades were proving very ineffective against the shields tough exterior. Mickey pushed back the chainsaw’s attacks and shoved Kopaka straight into the ground, causing the unwieldy item to be dropped from his hands. Mickey channeled his inner Atelos, whoever the hell that was, and smashed the shield down upon Kopaka’s head. Mickey began to bring down the shield again before Kopaka began to emanate a blue light. The shield bounce off of the new aura. Kopaka punched the mouse’s face and shoved him off of his body with his newfound strength.

Kopaka saw his two other teammates begin to retreat and grabbed the Chainsaw before following suit. He shoved the chainsaw back into Magus’ hands before muttering to himself.

“That weapon provided no use to me.”

[spoiler]Link rolled a 2 and got a banana peel
Link is bleeding slightly from his head - Minor Injury 4 DMG
Magus has many small cuts - Minor Injury 3 DMG
Proto’s jaw feels bruised and his back hurts from impact- Minor Injury 3 DMG
Belle feels dizzy and her concussion has made a slight reappearance- Minor injury 4 DMG
Mickey has a black eye - Minor Injury 1 DMG
Kopaka feels very dizzy and is bleeding from his head - Minor injury 4 DMG
Proto used System Upgrade, Finish Buster, Desperation Shield -3 SP
Magus used Ethereal -1SP
Kopaka used Taiepa o Whaiaro -1 SP
Link used Megaton Smash -1SP

Side Note- Magus never gave his weapon to Kopaka but I thought it made for a better story. None of the judging was graded differently than it would have been[/spoiler]

[Ada Wong]

"Day three," Crowley faux-whispered into the barrel of his gun, feigning a gruff, action film voice. "Still journeying solo. It's just me, my second-in-command Sir Beep-boop, and the wide open prairie. And a metric fuckton of mosquitoes."

It was true; there were indeed many blood-sucking insects buzzing around the mud-piles and sticky, greenish pools, and quite a few had decided to royally stick it to him. Or, rather, his blood. Instead of a healthful dose of life fluid, however, they were treated to the stench of sulfur and— sadly infrequent— spontaneous combustion, presumably due to some off-the-wall chemical reaction fizzing in the air.

The demon found brief novelty in watching them whistle away only to mysteriously burst into gore a mere span of seconds later, but soon enough even that became depressingly lacking in excitement. Being all alone can do that to a lesser person, and Crowley was the lowest of the low.

After hours of aimless wandering, the half-delirious fallen angel was treated to the sight of something that sent little buzzing rockets of glee whizzing about in his head: A faint trace of cobblestones, leading to not even heaven knew where.

"A-ha!" he cheered, his shoes sliding down the grassy hillside and pattering upon the rocky footpath with an energetic bound. "Now we're getting somewhere!"

Bzzzzz-ayooo! his mechanical companion agreed, occasionally letting out an equally delighted whoop as the demon pranced across the cobbles with all the flouncy grace of a court jester.

Not much had happened within the past twenty four hours or so, but it certainly seemed that things were looking up for Crowley. This little bit of tattered civilization added a dash of adventurous zest to the largely plain Mediterranean landscape, and he wasn't about to pass up the chance to find something of interest. All roads have to lead somewhere, and for all he knew this one could lead him straight towards a guardian. Unless....

Crowley's yellow-eyed gaze wandered. What he saw was a persistent, vaguely mountainous stretch of land that seemed to be well-suited to house a spread of distinguished summer villas. What remained of a grove of olive trees speckled the horizon in branching rises of somber grey intermingled with smooth marine blue, sprigs of grooved green winding throughout their bark in a tapestry of tactile color.

The sunlight slanted, casting a reddish-tinged glare. Stipples of bracken shadow climbed like lichens across the gently swaying meadow, field rats and skinny-legged hares skittering amongst them. Yellow buds of springtime daffodils sprouted in patches alongside the barely visible stones, the road appearing to extend for only a few yards before dissipating entirely into the natural dirt and vegetation.

Unless it went absolutely nowhere. Which certainly seemed to be the case, as not a single towering silhouette of a crumbling structure or pillar-lined temple loomed in the distance. The demon sighed, his entire posture drooping like that of a wilting flower, and shuffled onwards. Bless his poor luck.

Perhaps he would find something if he just kept on walking, soldiering off through what seemed to be a perpetually changing world— he had already been made to weave around in one big circle by the dramatically changing shape of the island, and Crowley feared that any other losses of terrain would sweep him away, too.

How would he escape the very ground falling out from under his feet? With a little faith, trust, and pixie-dust? Please.

But, as a certain gut instinct kindly informed him, there was something very magical hidden over yonder, just about two hills to the right and straight on 'til morning. He could almost feel it, akin to how a planet's gravitational pull compels an asteroid to drift dangerously close, twisting and burning nearer and precipitously nearer, only to sweep harmlessly past in a trail of dust and crystalline ice.

Without paying any further attention to the tossing sea and splendid hills that lay behind him, for he already knew quite well where he wanted to go, thank you very much, Crowley made off towards the mysterious, enthrallingly beckoning sensation. He had never exactly gotten the hang of impulse control, anyways, so why on earth would he fight it?

[Minato Namikaze]

From Day 2 Morning & Evening

Kakashi's plan had worked and the foul animal had been covered by an avalanche of rubble, it's lifeless legs stuck upwards from the rubble like boney protrusions on it's body. 'Well…' Minato began as he crouched down in front of the pile of rubble. 'That takes care of that.' He finished. The strange animal was definitely dead. Which meant that they had their food for the night, albeit how disgusting it looked at the moment.

Kakashi dropped from the tree, lugging his weapon over his shoulder as he eyed the rubble. 'Is it dead?' The scarecrow-like man asked. 'Yep, you got it.' Minato replied as he began clearing the rocks away from the body.

'What are you doing?' the masked man asked, slightly worried that the bony animal may not be dead. 'It doesn't look appetizing but… It's our food for the day.' Minato sighed, he didn't like the idea any more than Kakashi, but they needed to stay fed. Plus they had already spent so much time fighting the damn thing, the golden haired ninja doubted that there would be any animals left in the area. Kakashi nodded resentfully as he joined Minato in clearing the rubble that covered most of the bear's carcass.

With the two of them working on clearing the area, the beast had been uncovered in no time. It's lifeless body just lay there, bloody and still. It was oddly peaceful, considering that the thing had just tried to maul them to death.

'So… we're eating this?' Kakashi mumbled, hesitation and disgust in his voice as the two examined the corpse. Minato nodded in agreement, partly at his question, and partly in agreement with the tones in his voice. The two shinobi sighed in unison as they reached for the animal, Kakashi lifting it's front half, and Minato lifting it's back half. They hoisted it up over their shoulders and away from the rock slide, it would be much easier to skin and cook that way.

It had gotten late, and the two ninja had decided that it would be best to make camp here, rather than heading out and searching for another area, while carrying all the meat at the same time. They had just spent hours skinning and cleaning the bear they had killed, making sure that the meat they scavenged from it wasn't rotten. So they decided to set up a fire pit and cook their meal.

The two shinobi sat in silence, gazing at the flickering flames of the fire. The bear meat that they had positions above the small inferno made a cracking noise as the heat and flames cooked it.

[Mickey Mouse]

Rage.

Fury flowed through Mickey Mouse like blood through his veins. Tears blurred his vision as his good eye opened; through the fog, he saw Kopaka’s skeletal form slipping further and further away. A frustrated grunt emerged from his lips as he drug himself off the ground and began sprinting after the Toa.

Kopaka was fleet of foot. His robotic legs lunged much farther than Mickey’s tiny ones could ever dream in one stride. But determination lit up inside the mouse like a wildfire, and it burned into the soles of his yellow shoes.

He ran faster and faster, edging closer and closer to Kopaka as the Toa reached the treeline. For a brief moment, his adversary disappeared into the brush, but the mouse knew he couldn’t have gone far. Surely, once he’d passed into the forest himself, he’d be able to see him again—

“—Mickey!”

An armored arm hooked around the King’s torso, stopping him in his tracks. Proto Man flung him back, stepping between the mouse and his prey.

“Blues, move,” Mickey growled.

“No, Mickey,” the preteen machine shook his head, “He’s not worth it. We can deal with him later. Belle is hurt.”

The mouse glanced back over his shoulder at the girl. She clutched her head wound again—had those sons of guns done something to reopen it? His rage only flared more at the sight of his wounded friend, and he turned back to Proto Man more determined than ever to continue the pursuit.

“But they’ve got it,” the mouse argued, focusing his good eye on his friend, “They’ve got a piece of Teucer’s armor. If you’ll just get out of my way I can get it from them, I almost had Kopaka.”

“No, Mick,” Blues refused.

“Did you hear me, Kopaka?!” Mickey yelled wildly, “Mickey Mouse is coming to get you, you son of a—”

A hand covered his mouth, and he shouted the rest of the syllables into pale skin. He reached up and wrapped gloved fingers around Belle’s wrist and jerked her hand away from him, shooting a look up in her direction. The situation had escalated much too far, farther than it probably should have. He shook his head at Belle and turned his attention back to Proto Man, who remained squarely in his path to the treeline.

Get out of my goshdarn way!

Mickey’s face flushed from anger. Why the heck did Blues feel like getting in his way now? Wasn’t it him that chose banishment for Gilgamesh? Wasn’t it him that chose to whack Jupiter in the forehead with the crowbar? Why did Kopaka and the other two get off so easy? And more importantly, why did Blues get to decide when Mickey exacted justice? The mouse hadn’t tried to stop his friend from taking matters into his own hands either of the other times. So why did he stand in his way now?

Bullies could no longer win. They could no longer get away scot-free. If that jerk had somehow managed to snag a piece of Teucer’s armor, who knew who else had grabbed one? Three pieces lay in uncertain hands and one had fallen into the clutches of that asshole—pardon his language.

Mickey would not allow that any longer. He’d made a pact. Retrieve the stolen piece of the spirit’s armor and return them, safe and sound, to him so he could ascend to wherever-the-heck. And that meant finding them and getting them back from the people who had stolen them in the first place. If Kopaka and his two goons had managed to snag one, what other types of unsavory creeps had gotten their dirty paws on a piece of armor? What types of things would they blackmail Teucer into doing once they’d acquired all six? Only one outcome of this would work.

Mickey, Blues, and Belle had to get them all.

No longer would the mouse be content with just the shield, waiting for Teucer to retrieve it once the other five had been acquired. No; now, for the greater good, they had to find a way to get all six into their possession and deliver them to the spirit personally.

No one could be trusted. Aside from Proto Man and Belle, Mickey now had to assume everyone in this competition was out to get them. Heck, he might as well assume everyone in the whole stinking Omniverse was out to get them. They had already proven their lack of goodness time and time again on multiple occasions, so why did he keep giving them chances? He would find Kopaka, the other two, whomever he needed to find, and he would force them to see the error of their ways.

And he would give them a chance to repent. That was the backbone of his entire philosophy. He would not kill them. He would not send them to unknown verses. He would offer them the opportunity to learn from their mistakes and become the people he knew that they could be. That was how he ruled his kingdom and that would be how he lived in the Omniverse, however long he must. But first, he had to find them.

“Blues,” Mickey grumbled, “If you don’t get out of my way, I will force you to.”

Proto Man’s knees bent. “Mickey,” he warned, “Don’t.”

The mouse lunged at his best friend, ramming his shield into the preteen machine’s outstretched palms. The force of Teucer’s relic knocked Proto Man back a few paces; Mickey slid onto the ground, swiping one of his legs underneath the boy’s and sending him tumbling to the ground.

A groan came from the crumpled mass of red armor. Mickey spun around to pursue Kopaka once more, and slammed his face right into Belle’s crowbar.

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Little more than an hour had passed when Mickey came to.

Contrary to what he had hoped, one of his eyes remained swollen shut as the life surged back into him. The sun peered overhead, its orange glow forcing his eyes down to the two individuals sitting just a little ways away. Belle and Proto Man discussed things in hushed voices a few yards away. Mickey suspected they had taken to speaking about him and his outbursts during his bout with unconsciousness, especially since Belle’s face became immediately alerted when he sat up.

He didn’t think he’d been out of line. Bloodlust had not urged him after Kopaka, justice had. The Toa had threatened Mickey and Belle from this ordeal’s beginning, and he had finally made good on his threat no more than an hour ago. The two had squared off in single combat and Kopaka had tried to cash in on the mouse’s Empire bounty. Mickey could not bear to see one of the spirit’s relics in the hands of anyone who would ally with such a creature.

Belle stood from her conversation with Blues, rushing over to Mickey. “Are you alright?” she asked, seeming concerned, “I’m really sorry, you were just going crazy—”

“So you smacked me with a crowbar,” Mickey huffed.

“She had to,” Blues stepped in, “You were gonna get yourself killed. You were gonna get us all killed.”

“Nuh-uh,” Mickey crossed his arms, looking away from them. He let out a deep, defeated sigh. “I just can’t stand to see people like him taking advantage of good people like Teucer. You know what I mean, Blues. Like Gilgamesh.”

“…who?” Belle interjected.

“Gilgamesh is gone,” Blues shrugged, “maybe forever.”

Mickey frowned. No matter how much he fought for justice, that still unnerved him. He longed for Gilgamesh to pay for his crimes, but not in some unknown verse that he may never escape from. No… he wanted the man to see the damage he’d done, to right his wrongs, or at least acknowledge him. A terrestrial prison would have done, but the preteen machine had banished him instead.

Perhaps that’s why he’d run after Kopaka so intently. To serve justice the right way. His way. To beat the Toa fair and square and show him his wrongs, and give him the chance to right them. And if not, at least he would see them.

Mickey didn’t know if Gilgamesh understood the depths of his crimes. That disturbed him more than anything.

The mouse and his boy shared a look fraught with conflict. For the first time since he had laid eyes on the Proto Man, Mickey did not know if he could trust Blues to make the right decision. The boy shared his same distaste for killing, but his version of justice walked a much harder line than the mouse’s did. That would be a bridge they would cross when the time came—and the time looked to come much later than Mickey hoped, thanks to his friend’s inconvenient intrusion.

For the moment, though, the trio agreed on at least one thing:

“We’ve got to get those relics.”

[Belle]

Somehow, Belle had hoped that the giant would be the last real threat they would have to contend with. She knew, even then, that it was naive dream. Perhaps that was why she had never entertained it consciously.

Still, they had ate. Played. Camped. Swam. For a wonderful day, things had gone alright - alright enough, at least, to pretend.

But reality had brought them forcibly back to earth by the edge of a chainsaw. Her head was ringing harder than ever, a bell-like hum swelling in her left ear as she tilted her head and rubbed her jaw. For an elf, the guy who clocked her sure could punch.

Mickey and Blues were arguing in the aftermath, their angry tones dimly penetrating the fog in her brain. The mouse wanted to leave, to chase after them, to 'get' them - whatever 'getting' was. She saw something she didn't recognize in the anthromorph's eyes, something they never showed on his cartoons - something that made Belle deeply uneasy. No; she knew what 'getting' was.

It had been nice to pretend, but even Mickey Mouse wasn't immune to it. No matter how nice he was, he was still a Prime. The sanctity of life simply wasn't as important to them. How could it be, if they were convinced they were immortal? If you knew a tomorrow would always come, it was all too easy to hurt.

Her eyes fell to the pink crowbar clutched tightly in her hand, the curved end speckled with the elf's blood.

Was she so different?

Shouting and scuffling. Mickey's foot whipped out with surprising dexterity, sweeping Blues' legs out from under him and sending the armored boy to the grass.

“Thanks Belle. This isn’t the Abyss." The mouse's words rung in Belle's ears as she lifted the crowbar above her head.

"We’re not monsters.”

She swung. The mouse's tiny form crumpled, slumping to the ground like a Disneyland puppet with its strings cut. The night was abruptly quiet, filled only with the sound of the occasional mournful, lonely cricket.

Belle let out a trembling breath, a quaking shiver that spread from her lungs throughout her entire body. "You jackass," she whispered, disgusted more at herself than anyone else.

Kneeling by the mouse's side, she pressed her hand to his head. It didn't feel like she'd broken anything, but she wasn't a doctor.

Blues rose to his feet. Perhaps he saw the expression on her face. "You had to do it," he said.

"Did I?" Belle demanded, scowling.

"He would've died." The boy didn't seem terribly comfortable at giving pep talks. A cascade of unfamiliar emotions played across his lips as his shadowed gaze lowered to Disney's crown prince. "You saved him."

Making sure the mouse was still breathing, Belle stood. The excuses were sour in her mouth. Saved? Not even close. The truth - the real truth - was a picture she was only just starting to understand.

Turning to face the robot-turned boy, she fixed him with a hard stare. In her breast, the flame had caught. She felt its surge, spreading through every vein in her body, the evidence - as Yuki put it - that she was still whole. Determination. "What happened to him?" she asked. "To you?"

Blues folded arm over blaster, holding her gaze. "Dante's Abyss," he said at last. "If you want to know more, you'll have to ask him."

[Moon]

Jupiter sighed, fishing around in his pockets for anything he may have forgotten. Day 2 was about to end, and he still wasn't dead yet. He'd thank God, but there wasn't one out there for him anymore. All he was interested in is watching his new toys suffer at the hands of others. Even Teucer had fallen under this umbrella for him, simply watching for his own gain. And this warlock? Well, he could go fuck himself, too. He was the one that forced the forgotten spirit to call upon so many people. Because of his damn rivalry, he forced innocents to die. It made his blood boil. Even then, he couldn't leave yet.


He was hanging on by a thread. Sanity and life. He didn't have much time left for either. A rustle in the leaves stirred his attention, and he whirled behind him. Three beasts. Teeth bared, lips curled, and looking hungry. Damn it. Always with the fights. "NO, stay away! Stay away from me I say!" he yelled, trying to scare the things off. The center one only advanced further. Last chance. "Alright, evil creatures, you won't take me without a fight. I won't be your meal!" With a tightly held fist, he dashed forward, thinking about going straight past them. However, one knocked him over, and held him down. Struggling his damn hardest, he writhed underneath it, trying to knock it off and get the hell out. About then, he heard a voice similar to the red-armored kid, and everything went black.


When he awoke, it was with death hanging over him. He felt like his head was exploding, and he couldn't move at all. All he managed to do was move himself to a less comfortable position. He winced, noticing his right eye was basically all static. Son of a bitch. He attempted to move again. No dice. Another time. Nothing, He was out of the game. Above him, clouds were forming. No time to get his limbs back online to move out of the way. If lightning didn't get him first, primes would. His vision slowly went blank, and he was out once more. To his future dismay, he wouldn't be waking up again. Lightning was to claim him.


He hated that damn kid.

[Clownpiece]

Sounds of breath stirring in Somerled’s ear broke him out of his slumber. One eye cracked open for a moment, seeing that the sun hadn’t even peeked above the horizon, still a dark dawn. He immediately squeezed his eyes shut stubbornly, and he rolled over away from the breathing. Grass rustled as whoever was bugging him circled around to compensate for his rolling.

“Fuck off...” he muttered tiredly, swatting at them with one hand. The grass stirred intensely for a moment, and very suddenly, the monster’s body shifted. That caught his attention and his eyes shot open. He was greeted by the sight of a large, grey furred canine, presumably a wolf, with his left arm caught in its maw. Ripping his arm forward, he attempted to drag the beast to him. With so much unexpected resistance however, the wolf saw fit to release him, and jumped back.

“Just fucking try it!” Somerled shouted, leaping to his feet. Much to the monster’s dismay, the wolf didn’t want to try it, hopping back a bit more and beginning to circle him hesitantly. He ducked down quickly, hand shooting to the whip that had lay by his side when he slept. From that stand-still, his hand and the weapon shot up, rending apart the grass that got in the way, and snapping forward with a powerful crack. Twice more it cracked in quick succession, the music that filled the air helping to wake Somerled in the way adrenaline never could. With each crack, the beast hopped backwards a bit more.
Seeing that his furry little alarm clock wasn’t going to try and attack without some serious determination and reinforcements, the monster rushed forward, screaming like a madman and snapping the whip around with equal fury. This was the last bit of motivation the wolf needed, and it took off running, unharmed save for maybe a bruised ego.

“Get back here you fucking coward!” Somerled yelled at the retreating furred figure, voice full of rage. He took off in pursuit, snapping his weapon in front of him despite the increasing distance between the two as the wolf sped away, easily outpacing the monster.

Within minutes, his adversary was but a dot on the horizon, and realizing it was a fruitless venture to chase any more, Somerled came to a stop. An indeterminate shout left the spirit’s lips, and he started swinging his weapon about as wildly as before. For several minutes, the monster milled about, mowing down the grass around him in fury.

Finally, with the full force of anger starting to fade into something more simmering, Somerled dropped his hand and the weapon in it down to his side, gritting his teeth. With the light of dawn just beginning to peek over the horizon, the winds from the north rustling the grass around him, the monster turned and continued his walk. Something was going to turn up today. He could feel it.

[Schwi Dola]

Desco smiled. Her tail slithered out from under her dress and she jumped back onto it in excitement. "This is just like a Boss Fight! A Final Boss Fight!" Desco righted herself, and her body seemed to glow black as darkness enveloped her and blue bolts of energy shot from one point in her aura to another. Ururu looked serious to start the fight and Dante looked like, well Dante. "Its okay you guys, Desco is going to handle these puny guys!"

Desco leaned forward and stretched out her tail, falling to her feet as it grew and made a huge woosh. Her voice got deeper, though not by much. "I don't know who you think you are but I hope you're ready.." Desco withdrew the tail and put out one hand. "...to face and be torn apart by the most devastating and catastrophic abomination of your liifffe! I am the disaster! I am the calamity! And most of all..."

Suddenly a severed hand flew into Desco's face. The Okor zombie had torn off one of his hands and chucked it at Desco. "Ow! Heeyyy, Desco wasn't done with her evil monologue! That does it, you are making Desco mad! Meanie!" Desco pushed forward into the crowd of zombies. She had noticed Okor among them as well as an FBI agent, some generic stereotypical anime hero, and the others. But Desco didn't care, it was the Warlock that made them after all so it probably wasn't the real Okor or others.

Desco charged forward into the crowd of zombies with tentacles blazing and batarangs flying. First she focused on the Okor zombie with a couple batarangs lodging into his chest and Tentacles opening up and grabbing his arms, forcibly ripping them off. Another two tentacles stabbed into Ruby and Weiss while the others started to move. "I call upon the inner demon. Yogsothoth!" Somehow, the stereotypical hero zombie guy summoned his own Yogsothoth! Zombified just like its master, it tossed out its tentacles to meet with Desco's tentacles. But two seconds later Desco's tentacles bit down and through the other Yogsothoth's tentacles.

More attacks came in. Zombie Jak pulled out his gun and shot at Desco. Shots from Ruby's weapon started to ice over making it harder to move. The FBI agent charged forward with hand outstretched trying to spear Desco's chest while other still pulled out their own unique attacks against the demon girl.. Desco closed her eyes. She was starting to feel a little overwhelmed, they weren't as strong as they were alive but there were so many of them. "You can't defeat... the final boss!" Her dark aura mixed with a purple aura and Desco's eye opened wide and she super concentrated, her tentacles lashing out. They opened up and ate the attacks that came. She deflected zombie Smith's attempt to convert her to another Smith, swallowed the bullets that were fired upon her, and tore through zombie Weiss's Myrtenaster and swallowing the broken rapier.

As her defense stopped, Desco watched Ururu while she pushed past her into the zombie crowd. Desco just stopped a moment to see her in action. But she wasn’t down and out yet, as Ururu shoved them back Desco’s tentacles went back to work. The Okor zombie, who had managed to reattach his arms somehow, shambled forward with plague blade in hand. He really wanted to get Desco.

[Ururu Kyuuei]

A frown creased Ururu’s face, her eyes locking upon the slowly rising corpses. Everything about the ‘Warlock’ in front of her didn’t match the rest of this world. Robes instead of clothing described in her books. The fact that the Omniverse’s translation function told her that the word Warlock itself didn’t match the culture she had spent these last two days researching.

She slapped her copy of Odyssey back into her pilfered backpack just as the first Zombie freed itself. It didn’t look familiar. Certainly not her friend. No there was only one person who truly fit that description, Hikaru. The only reason why she hadn't ended this farce before now.

Desco made her move, leaving an opening in the shape of wide open legs in a moaning and groaning kenjutsu stance.

If these automatons stood between her saving the ones she loved then well… far be it for her to not see them ripped into tiny bloody pieces as she strangled the life from this 'warlock' and used whatever she could to force Teucer to give Her back. Maybe binding his existence to a rock and tossing him into the underverse would only begin the retribution she intended to repay him.

Hikaru.

Rage began to bite, began to burn, began to bubble under her flesh, seeping out.

Prismatic pale green rippled from her skin in a spurt as she launched herself forward without any warning, A guttural scream ripping from her voice the first Zombie moved in kind. Tall angular bones, clothing of modernized civilization, and a weapon that didn’t match this place. A prime? Or what remained of them and the undead’s crotch. Her fingers at the last second shifted into a clawed shaped arrangement to catch it

Ururu’s feet slipped under her as her right arm ratcheted itself and her by extension into the air changing her first foe’s center of gravity in its fall. Air blew past her in putrid roar as she went end over end with four undead ripping at her haunches.

“Pathetic,” Ururu snarled.

Her body twisted as limb after limb deflected those that were going after her. They left trails of thin red streaks but nothing Ururu worried about. Cared about. Each movement wrought more erratic bursts of the green fire like chakra. She had eyes only for Hikaru’s safe return, the ghost of her memory burning in the back of Ururu’s mind. It fed her, fed on her.

Hikaru!

Pale emerald erupted in full force in a roaring liquid inferno that was her body. Rapture was her's, time was her's, and the entire world was a shadow compared to her. Everything about Ururu’s body seemed to exaggerate with her duster barely able to stay attached, held only in place by the very same chakra protecting it and the weight of the backpack. Her heart was body and it was all empty.

Even this miracle of research pioneered between her and her personas, it was empty without them. Without them, life was hollow.

“You did this!” She howled as the full force of her movement blew bodies in every direction. The one who had set events into motion that would have that fucker severing her from her Network. She went after him

Revenge demanded it, shinobi code be damned.

Ururu hit the side of the cave, her digits digging cavities into the wall, she launched herself at the Warlock, her chakra cloaked hand outstretched. All her momentum and strength pushing towards her palm with a pair a plastic vampire teeth in an attempt to knock the warlock's kisser into senseless humiliation.

“HIKARU!”

[Simon]

Memories flickered in Dante's brain, the words of the hero’s spirit echoing in the mind’s eye. Teucer spoke of the vile one that imprisoned his soul, created those guardians - the some who pit wicked spells upon them even now. That villainous violet haze, hiding behind his creations, was the one behind this all. Every scar Dante suffered from this experience could inevitably be attributed to this bastard.

The devil hunter hadn’t quite known what to expect- neither from this fight, nor the Hero's graveyard as a whole. So how exactly was he meant to react? Willingly? Rebellious?

...No. Like it was Mundus.

That comparison gave the Son of Sparda all the convincing he needed. Without so much as a smile or a second thought, the half-blood sprung forward to meet the adversaries. The Hollow made itself welcome, beginning the deadly work of its kind.

A sickly-green humanoid and a robotic commando stepped out to meet the interloper head on. Greaves shining a fine splendor propelled Dante onward, where he plunged a vicious knuckle into the fallen program’s face. The sword-like strand of energy from the soldier’s arm raked a line up the living champion’s back, but he could not have cared less.

With raving punches and kicks, the hollowed hunter thundered upon the two digital lifeforms. Their weapons hit back harder, slashing and piercing the human flesh with ease, but with no human underneath to feel the pain. A sharp heel thrust sent the soldier reeling back, creating an opportunity - just enough to evade the sting of the trident from his other assailant.

Dante pressed on, tattered crimson whipping at his back like a macabre cape, the hero’s armor tracing small waves of aura in the wake of his sprint. In seconds, the Warlock’s distance shrank, and the nephilim leaped up to plant a devastating flying roundhouse-

The attack proved vain, the kick only parting plumes of purple mist. Not to remain the fool, Dante worked to right himself in mid-air, only to discover that familiar sense of falling. Once more the hunter slammed roughly into the stone earth, still on his feet. Ahead, however, were four more of the dead champions training various arms upon him, like a firing squad the Warlock’s beck.

“Oh, now you’re just trying to make me hate you,” the Hollow spoke in Dante’s voice, guttural with sheer rage.

The dead men spat their payloads, and Dante’s world became fire and bullets. Gratuitous numbers of holes burst open on his form, explosive blasts carving streaks of black. Still the devil hunter did not relent, sheer speed and raw tenacity carrying him to his new opponents. In the last moment, a combined blast of heat and darkness smashed the man square in the face- only for a raging demon to burst right out from the smoke, bloody ruin on his face and death in his eyes.

The green net-warrior from before took the first assault: a clawed fist wracked into his skull, sending him practically head-over-heels backwards. The two withered spellcasters attempted to combine their efforts, but Dante proved faster, shredding the Alpha Stigma with demonic claws and blowing away the high-schooler with an axe kick.

Rippling with violent shadow, the zombified eco warrior launched his own attack on Dante, the two of them locking arms in conflict.

So you just went and died. Shame. A damn shame.

Wrath-fueled blows exchanged between them, their ability nigh-equal up until a hook punch shook Jak's jaw, shoving him away and opening the path to his undying master.

"Time to die!" Dante bellowed, lunging for the Warlock.

[Amaterasu]

"Mmmnh..." Amaterasu grunted and stretched her arms behind her head, before she painfully remembered that her right arm was in no condition to do that right now. She had slept deep, deeper than she should have in a situation like this, yet it felt like she had only slept a few minutes. The sun was slowly coming up on the horizon, and the temple was coming into view. Good... very good. She had narrowly dodged a lightning storm and moved into the thick forests, trying to avoid hostile Primes. Especially those with relics at hand... she might not survive a second encounter with any of them. No, in the best case she would try to end it peacefully. What could they want from her, anyway? She didn't have anything worthy of stealing, and if they attacked her they would get hurt in return. But of course, better safe than sorry.

Erik's and Yuki's corpses were lying near her, with their hands on their chests and looking as if they were asleep because the bandages she had made hid their injuries. It had been a hassle to carry them around all the way, but she had made it. And the slow pace had allowed her to find provisions more easily, so she didn't have a growling stomach by the time she reached her destination. The temple.

Hero Teucer was nowhere to be seen, probably he was floating around in another part of the temple, or minding his own business wherever. Well, she didn't really require his aid in this matter. First things first, she put the two bodies down and rested her sore legs for a little, then felt the air around her if she could detect any bad vibes similar to what she had felt when near the green-clothed man. But, feeling none she relaxed a bit and grabbed Muki's body, slumped it over her shoulder, and found him a good place to rest under one of the massive columns. As she went to get Erik as well, she could feel a malicious energy drawing from them, but before she could really do much about it it was gone and they laid there peacefully again. "Was that Warlock's doing again...? Oh no, I hope Somerled and the others are okay..." She shook her head. They would be fine. She needed to get Erik too...

Minutes later, the two bodies were bedded behind the temple, in front of a carving depicting some unknown scene, perhaps from Teucer's life. She made sure to clean their injuries and adjust their bodies to make them look as peaceful as possible, before kneeling and speaking a few prayers. Then she began to collect wood, rocks, leaves from specific herbs and trees, a pair of flintstones and a handful of other things. With everything gathered she returned to the temple and dropped it on one of the flat surfaces to use as a table and workshop, where she began to work. Making incense from the sticks and leaves was the easy part, she needed a lot of wood, reeds to tie the pieces together, colors from the rocks to paint the arcane symbols onto the surfaces - or simply carve them with the sharp edge of a flintstone. It would take a while, but she would finish this shrine, even if it was only simple and really just a makeshift construct... but it would hopefully do the job to ease Teucer's passing into the afterlife, severing the bonds to the world that had formed throughout the ages and easing him in with less effort. Of course, the relics were an essential part. But, with a bit of luck she could aid the tormented spirit in his departure.

[Kopaka]

Kopaka ran.

It wasn’t cowardly, it was tactical. He hadn’t been anticipating crossing paths with the mouse before obtaining a decent weapon. The device that Magus wielded was devastating in theory, but it was more cumbersome than Kopaka was used to. Maybe Tahu, or perhaps Onua, would be better suited to the straight forward, brute force of the weapon, but it didn’t suit Kopaka’s approach to combat very well. Of course, it hadn’t helped that his teammates had been given naught but a piece of fruit each to do battle with. Link had survived this debacle so far, and had even managed to obtain one of Teucer’s relics. There had to be more that that scintillating cube was capable of. Considering all that, however, the battle had gone rather well. Luckily, it seemed Kopaka’s Kanohi Hau still functioned in this place, which had thankfully saved him from a far worse injury than a head wound. Even as the biomech dashed through the thick underbrush, batting leaves and vines out of his way, he reached up and touched the side of his head, behind his mask. A small dab of thick, lavender fluid stuck to his frigid fingers. None of his internal diagnostics had displayed any significant damage to his organic processing centers, so in that regard, he was doing rather well.

There was something more pressing on Kopaka’s mind, however. His nutrition indicator had been flashing for quite some time now, and the frenzied pace at which he and his colleagues has been traversing the island was putting considerable strain on his organic components. Even now, he could feel their strength ebbing, his movements less precise, less determined. But Kopaka kept running.

He wasn’t entirely sure where Magus or Link were. They had all retreated in the same direction, so ideally they were close by. It seemed, though, that yet another squall of lightning was brewing overhead. Wherever Kopaka ended up going, he couldn’t linger in this area any longer. Thick splats of rain trickled down through the dense foliage, spattering against his ocular sensor and blurring his vision, but Kopaka kept running. It was dark, and cloying tingles traced their way up and down his back as he continuedto sprint. How much more could his body sustain?

...

A few hours of sustained hiking gave him his answer. The Toa of Ice was in the midst of clambering up a slick escarpment of boulders when his smooth protosteel digits lost their grip. Kopaka let out sharp gasps of pain as his body crashed and bounced their way back into the loamy jungle soil. He landed with a great splash of mud, sliding a few feet before coming to a total halt. Immediately, he moved to lift his torso out of the mud, but his servos cried in protest, as they alone were not enough to lift his robotic weight. Kopaka’s muscles were just totally drained, unable to do anyhing more than twitch, fruitlessly. The Toa’s unblinking eye gleamed up from his space in the mud as the rest of his organic components began to go into hibernation. He needed sustenance, badly, but he wasn’t going anywhere until his organics had some rest. Even the biological centers of his hybrid brain began to pass out from exhaustion.

But a Toa never truly sleeps.

So Kopaka lay there, staring at the jungle in front of him, listening to the sound of the rain. No emotions, no regrets, no ideas ran through his mind, for those functions were reserved for a living brain only. All Kopaka could do was watch and wait. Thankfully, this total lack of organic thought processes saved him from feeling the embarassment at his current predicament...

[Proto Man]

Was that a victory?

Proto Man frowned as he came to a stop in the shadow of a rock outcropping. In the distance, the horizon was starting to brighten from black to violet. Before long, streaks of red and orange would shatter the night sky, and the sun would rise above the collapsing island for a third time.

Already, the day was not starting as the machine would have wished. His trio’s goal to unite Teucer’s armor had been met with a giant roadblock in the form of a giant robot, some sort of magician, and an elf wearing the imprisoned hero’s breastplate.

The elf looked so familiar, too… The android’s memories weren’t clear, but he was certain that he’d spotted the blonde-haired warrior once or twice in the past. Had it been Dante’s Abyss? Or perhaps on the fields of Camelot?

Regardless of his true identity, the man in the breastplate had been unwilling to relinquish the relic or coordinate with their group to locate the remaining pieces of the puzzle. Did the elf not understand the gravity of the situation?

And what if he did?

Wasn’t the goal here to reunite all of the armor? Wouldn’t it make sense to work together?

Unless people are selfish…

But what type of person would take advantage of Teucer’s plight to further their own agenda?

The image of the three warriors popped into Proto Man’s head another time. Whoever ‘Kopaka’ was, his appearance had triggered something almost feral in the robot’s diminutive ally.

The sight of Mickey nearly frothing at the mouth in anger answered the machine’s early quandary: His friend did deal with rampant emotions. What the preteen robot didn’t expect was to see those very same emotions turn Mickey into their slave. In a fit of rage, the mouse would have been willing to charge head-first into what would certainly be an ambush further down the path. The trio with the chainsaw had executed an orderly retreat… they hadn’t been routed. It wouldn’t have made a lick of sense to try and rush after them into the unknown.

At the height of his madness, it had taken a crowbar shot to silence Mickey. The same crowbar that had tasted the blood of two blonde-haired men in the last hour had now blackened their friend’s eye. Although he didn’t seem to harbor any ill-will toward his partners, it seemed pretty obvious that the blunt force trauma hadn’t elicited a chance of opinion in the mouse’s head. From the scowl on Mickey’s face, it was clear he wanted to pursue the trio.

Someone who second-guessed sending a tyrant to prison was now willing to run head-first into a chainsaw.

The world had turned upside down, and once more, Proto Man found himself struggling to hold on.

Somewhere a few yards away, Mickey Mouse continued to skulk in the shade of a tall tree. The mouse had taken a few hits during the scuffle, but the real damage was on the inside. On the other side of their ‘camp,’ Belle was resting her eyes. While she had suffered another blow to the head, a quick examination revealed that she hadn’t been concussed again.

Proto Man lifted his hand and pressed it against the tender flesh of his chin. A desperate blow from the elf had bruised his skin and probably done some damage to the bone underneath. Near the base of his spine, he also had some additional discomfort from when a tree had attempting to break his backwards flight. How many more bruises could his body absorb before it stopped functioning? What if this quest devolved into some sort of free-for-all?

How many other ‘heroes’ had Teucer collected from the Omniverse?

The thought of having to defeat all of them was enough to make Proto Man want to curl up into a ball and forget himself. If Mickey didn’t return to his senses, the machine was afraid that things were going to get a lot more complicated.

[Orihime Inoue]

Orihime was right about the storm as the sky turned from drizzly gray to a fog that was so thick she could cut it with her blade. The wind didn’t howl, it screamed as the trees bended and moaned, their sturdy limbs being ripped away and their leaves scattered like confetti. Nature's attack was promising nothing but winds strong enough to level even the mightiest trees from the soil. Above her crimson head, clouds billowed across the setting sun, casting the meadow into a shadowy darkness as a heavy rain began to fall from the menacing heavens as the voice of the old spirit boomed like thunder.

The hero spoke again to them, somehow from up above them. His words blanketed her with a tender relief as she sighed deeply. Orihime cast her big doe eyes on the charcoal sky, focusing on a crack in the layers of the clouds where the flashing sunlight poured through a hole in the boat over water. Somehow she found it inside herself with the help of the friends and sacrifices along the way to help the spirit by retrieving his armor. Orihime wondered why the warlock would curse these objects and then give them to furious guardians in the first part. What frightened her now is what the other monsters who had these relics looked like. She barely made it out of there by the skin of her teeth last time.

Her thought was interrupted by a loud crackle of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightning and the sudden impact of rain.The thunder was loud enough to vibrate the bones of the petite red haired girl. A jagged bolt of lightning tore the sky in two and she began to shiver violently wincing as each icy raindrop burned her skin like acid. As the rain continued to fall her garment began to cling to her body like glue, the rain outlining her large subtly breasts visible through the white fabric.

The atmosphere of the group was gloomy as the two gentlemen talked in strategy in hushed, hurried tones. Despite her previous request, the rag tag group only had poorly made goat jerk to eat. It made her nervous, they were friends obviously but Orihime was still just some stranger girl. It felt to her like it could have easily been here lying dead on the floor for this sword. “Will I have to die for this?” Looking at the exquisite blade that sparkled in what little sunshine that was casting down on her.

Furious rain caused a cloudy, bleak feeling to wash over her like a dark shroud. This feeling was unnatural like she had an evil curse placed upon her. It made her sick to her stomach, something about this placed turned sour, they needed to get out of there. Turning back to the young warriors. Orihime called though the onslaught of rain to Sasuke and Victor “I think it's time to look for shelter.”

[The Spirit]

PHASE 2

“I see you have already found the final guardian Heroes! Slay him quickly! In case some of you need some help I’ve brought some extra stuff from other verses. I think they called this item a defibrillator. Come to the forest right outside the temple if you wish to receive it. You shall all be released soon!”

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Jupiter lay beneath the storm clouds, the electricity gathering in the sky. He would no longer be pushed around on this island. He was the master of his own fate and he would decide how his life would end, not them. He sat there, waiting for the final blow and was soon released of his torture on the Island.

JUPITER- DEAD
New Easter Egg has appeared, you have 18 hours to decide to join and about 20 hours before the EE is posted. The item being won is the Defibrillator. REMEMBER- You will return to your old spot after the Easter Egg.

[The Spirit]

CHALLENGE
THE WARLOCK VS. DESCO, URURU, DANTE

“Time to die!” The foolish prime spoke as he lunged at the warlock. The bony figure smiled back at the devil hunter and pulled the hood from his skeletal frame. His skin hugged tightly to the bone and his eyes seemed to be an endless void with small purple fires that seemed to live inside of them.

“You are wrong. It is you fools who are to die!” His cocky smile was soon interrupted by a flash of light. The Demon Hunter soon was overcome by his inner beast and transformed into one of them. The hunter dashed towards the Warlock with immense speed. The apparition was taken aback by this sudden transformation and was overwhelmed with this massive amount of physical combat. Dante was brutally punching the weak Warlock, each time his fist made contact the skin felt baby smooth, damaging his brand new skin. The Warlock shoved Dante off of him and began to raise his hand before he was rudely interrupted.

“ HIKARU!” The young Ninja crashed into the Warlock’s weak frame and began to glow before wailing into the Warlock. “You are the cause of the tear! You broke my family!” Rage flowed through Ururu as she continued to punch the Warlock, his new skin seeming to peel more and more off with every punch. Every strike seemed to peel off his new skin almost as if he were fitting into someone else’s clothes. At the very end of her rampage she jammed the vampire Teeth into the Warlock's mouth.

A zombie robot ran, as fast as a decomposing zombie can, to protect its new master. Zombie Colonel ripped Ururu off of the Warlock and ripped an arm off in the process.

The Warlock smiled as he got up, the flesh falling off of his face. He muttered, “Colonel. Self-Destruct.” Zombie Colonel nodded before charging up, his chest glowing red. Ururu’s face paled for a second before she was soon covered in energy armor, growing a tail and seeming much more primal. Colonel’s body swelled for a minute before exploding in a mass of electronics and fire. As the smoke cleared, it was obvious that all the primes were unharmed. The Warlock turned to the rest of his army and realized that they were all being easily taken care of by the weird Tentacle girl.

“Enough of this foolishness! I guess these primes weren’t useful at all. Your essences are mine!” The zombies crumbled into dust and began to flow inside the Warlock’s chest. His body became more full and the dull flame in his eyes turned into an inferno.

“You are mine!” He cried as he lifted them all above the ground with telekinesis. He moved his hand to the ground and the primes fell to the ground. He then waved his hands and all the primes were thrown against the wall. A puff of smoke appeared after they landed. The warlock began to float over to the group of primes before a bataraang sunk into his chest and began to beep ever more rapidly. The Warlock’s eyes widened before the bataraang exploded causing more of his flesh to peel off.

His eyes darted to the group that emerged from the dust as another bataraang flew out and embedded itself into his shoulder. The Warlock sent another wave of telekinetic pressure, throwing them against the wall once more. The Warlock rose up his hands and a small kindling of fire appeared in his hand.

Desco was the first to raise up and saw the menacing fire above the Warlock’s head. “Desco doesn’t have a good feeling about this.” She saw the fire slowly approach the group and she extended Yogsothoth to swallow up the small flame.

Fire spewed from every direction of the tentacle ball, large wisps of flame escaping it’s tight grasp. Spews of fire tickled their skin and completely burned Yogsothoth. The Warlock turned to the other two primes and snapped his fingers. Their bodies were completely covered in flames and rolled on the ground to start putting it out.

“You are starting to bore me. Begone.” The Warlock waved his hand and the primes were thrown out of the cave wondering what the hell had just happened.

[spoiler]

Desco’s back hurts from the throw and has some minor burns- Moderate Damage 4 DMG
Dante has some major burns and feels very nauseous from being thrown around. He also has a lot of back pain - Major Damage 8 DMG
Ururu has some major burns and is bleeding from his head.- Moderate Damage 6 DMG
Dante used T1 Power Up Devils Trigger -1SP
Ururu used T1 Defense and T1 Offense Should and Brutality of Human Sacrifice -2SP
Desc used T1 Power Up Battle Aura and T2 Defense Consumption Defense -3 SP
Warlock- Taken 4 Damage, Zombie Mode ended

[/spoiler]

[The Spirit]

FACE TO FACE
TRIXIE vs. AMATERASU

The sun had once again risen upon the graveyardverse. The place would almost be idyllic if not for the air of hostility that permeated the island. The sun goddess, Amaterasu, breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of a nearby bed of flowers. A nearby sound, the snapping of a twig, her animalistic ears snapped to attention. Someone was watching, someone was lurking within the shadows of the forest. Amaterasu’s eyes scanned the treeline for her stalker.

“Hello?” the proud goddess spoke with clarity, “show yourself!”

Rapacious eyes pierced through the underbrush, boring holes of hunger through Ammy’s heart. Trixie charged through the bramble, not unlike a stampeding rhino. With grace the sun goddess sidestepped her opponent’s reckless charge. The woman who stood before the goddess was weathered and beaten, but a certain feral aspect. Bloodthirst pulsed dangerously beneath the infected soldier’s eyes, and an unending hunger filled her gut. A bestial roar echoed throughout the flower-field and marked the start of another charge.

Entropic energy crackled to life in Trixie’s palm, her body instinctively controlled the destructive force. Sheering arcs of crimson lightning snapped around a sphere of corrupted omnilium. Amaterasu could only watch in abject horror as the orb was slammed into her chest. Her entire being shuddered and threatened to dissolve. The energy pulsed through her veins and burned with the heat of a forge. Snapping bolts of blood-red lightning chewed into her flesh, leaving charred pock marks across her body. Every moment was agony, and time seemed frozen as her body absorbed the tainted omnilium. Every breath inhaled glass and every heartbeat sent cinders through her veins. The blood-curdling scream of a dying goddess pierced the silence of the island.

Trixie watched her handiwork in devilish amusement. Her inner pragmatist urged her to push the advantage, but the sadist hidden in the syringe relished the prolonged suffering of Amaterasu. Unfortunately the suffering was over almost as quickly as it began, the orb exited through Ammy’s back and exploded into a brilliant display of light. The goddess shuddered and shook as painful aftershocks wracked her body. She was still alive, and for that she was thankful, but the ravenous Trixie had no intention of sparing her meal. A third charge, reckless and vicious propelled the raging zombie forward. Sluggishly Amaterasu’s body responded instinctively to the incoming assault. With near-perfect timing the goddess preformed a pirouette to sidestep her opponents onslaught. Before Trixie could turn around Ammy rushed forward and delivered a wicked kick to the back of Trixie’s already injured leg.

The beast screamed in pain and buckled to the ground.

The goddess took the opportunity and fled into the forest.
[spoiler]WINNER - TRIXIE

Amaterasu has several burns across her body and internal bruising. 6 damage (Moderate Injury)

Trixie's already injured leg is exacerbated. 2 damage (Minor Injury)

Trixe -1 SP used Essence Burn[/spoiler]

[Clownpiece]

Grass rustled violently all around Somerled as he walked. Vague shapes parted the prairie, stalking him at a distance just out of the reach of his whip. Despite what, to the average human, could be considered imminent death milling about him, the monster just trudged forward. He kept general tabs on the locations of all the little critters circling him, but it wasn’t really useful information. They’d just jump out all at once anyway.

A flash of fur sped past, much closer than they usually came, but it too got out of reach before he could so much as look at it angrily. His little adversary hadn’t neglected to warn his comrades about the monster. They were pretty determined to bring him down, however. His stomach growled with that insatiable tone. One of them would have to get close to him. Eventually...

Despite the simmering blood in his veins, Somerled feigned disinterest. They wouldn’t bother coming any closer if he raged at them, a cornered rat is the most dangerous, after all. At the same time, even though it would be the most tempting to the wolf pack, he hadn’t the foggiest idea how he was supposed to act scared. All his life, he’d terrified humans, with every technique and movement, he knew how to instill absolute fear. He was capable of mimicking every single emotion and posture down to a T. Each and every one save for fear.

Fear was a useful emotion. A nice little physical boost in the form of adrenaline to help you either punch the fuck out of whatever was threatening you, or run away screaming. Its posturing required that adrenaline, pumping everything up to fight or flee. He just couldn’t mimic a biological response like that.

Perhaps the wolves circling him sensed that, with their silly little noses or whatever. No adrenaline, no fear. Even though they held the supposed advantage, why was their prey not trembling in terror right about now? They probably should have listened to that little warning sign.

The pack exploded into a frenzy of barking and braying suddenly. A grey blur rocketed out of the grasses left of Somerled, lunging up at him, mouth wide open. Letting out a scream of rage himself, the monster grabbed the canine by the upper jaw, with no regard for the safety of his hand, and slammed it into the ground with a massive, sickening crunch. The remaining figures, which had been flying in for the coordinated kill, immediately took off in all directions, their plan completely obliterated when they realized their prey was literally a monster.

Yelps and whimpers came from the unlucky beast, most of its bones likely turned to dust with that smash. The monster’s glance shot between the retreating figures, and that of the unfortunate wolf. Its friends had fucked off, and with no hesitation, he dropped to the ground and started on breakfast.