The Twilight Of The Gods

That'll do.

Shang Tsung dodged, which admittedly wasn't easy in this form. He simply waited for Darth Maul to bang his head against the ground.

Tsung would have to wait for a long time for that kind of thing to happen; Maul again flipped and landed on his feet, immediately Rushing away and firing bolt after bolt of Force Lighting.

I thought you were going to land on your head!

Shang Tsung jumped up to the third floor to dodge the lightning. Then, he crashed downward to deliver a shockwave-causing punch directly behind Darth Maul.

Now he does, and I'm ending this, since I have to go soon, OK?
Maul Jumped again, this time landing on Shang Tsung's head. He stood on it, then punched him.

Shang Tsung allowed himself to be punched in the head.

"Fine, you win," said Shang Tsung. "If that had been real kombat, you'd have probably killed me. He threw Maul off his back and stomped his way down, though not with a shockwave. His overhealing had worn off by then. He then resumed his normal form.

Maul landed on his feet, and retreated back to his chambers to meditate.

Deca had seen Fate and his harem leave.

" Oooooh, this isn't good..." Deca said, worrying.

The blow of the demon emporer connected and the Rahkshi fell headless to the ground, A slow clapping could be heard from Miserix.

"Does it really take that long to kill some Rahkshi?".

" Ooooh... Can you? Thanks! Do it! I don't want to be yelled at by my seniors for letting one of the Overlords escaping!" Deca said.

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— A hot, white-gloved hand lands on the child-god's shoulder in a paternal fashion.—

Now Now, Deca, You Musn't Talk With Strangers...

— Behind her was Centum, seemingly more subdued than usual. A fiery snap of his fingers, and the link with the Life-Maker was shut off, permanently.—

Azula got to her feet, huffing in annoyance, hair still down, and marched away from where she had been settled, grumbling loudly. "Ridiculous...stupid rebellious hair, do as you are told..."

though the Lifebringer may have sent such images, in the Nomadic chambers no such events were received.

The link materialized as a visible cord and with a swift motion, Unus had shot it in twain before any backfeed could take place.

"Well that was quite sad..."

A calming, pleasant light glows over the three Nomads to take their minds off of what just happened. Quinny placed her radiant hand on Centum's shoulder as a wall of light blocked off the universe of that ex-overlord from anymore stupidity interfering with their game.

Unus blinks exactly once, wondering what the voice meant.

He hadn't felt a thing.

—The fiery Nomad nodded his masked head, and for a moment he did not exactly radiate jollity. —

Yes. Why must we be besieged by these busybodies and poor-minded characters?

— Centum took hold of Quinque's hand to give it a squeeze. Then he turned round, one hand leading Deca, the other resting on the golden Roman's back. His fires lit back up.—

But we'll worry later! A Show is about to start!

Quinny smiled at Centum's declaration. "Have something planned, do you?" She said cheerfully. It was always entertaining to listen to his ideas. The radiant Nomad floated slightly and seemed to sit in mid-air.

Simple, my dear! What most of those fiendish folk down there believe themselves to be, we shall actually make them! And you know what that is, Quinny?

— The blazing Nomad threw his arms ceilingward, plumes of fire in red, blue, and white blasting up.—

HEROES!

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Azula stopped, sparing Norman a bit of a sour look, looking as though she wanted to say something cutting to him but was simply unable to choose between all the different insults that had come to mind.

Quinny lets out a giggle, obviously entertained by his showmanship. "How do you plan on doing that? There aren't many places that would accept our little group of....rejects. Not many of our prisoners would be willing to do heroics either." She said.