Teridax
The Makuta frowned ever so slightly upon hearing Fletcher's outright refusal. It would have been a clean way to dispose of both offending parties and leave himself squeaky clean in the process. Of course, plans change- as the old saying goes: no plan survives first contact with the enemy. Teridax had many adages to go on, but he could not dwell too long on their simple expressions of truth- one of his assets were in danger.
A communications channel opened up between him and Tesseract- the other overlord's stubborn insistence on fighting was of far more grief than the pettiness of a seeker he had helped kill. But then again, thought Teridax, he could work with that too.
My good Tesseract, I couldn't care less about this so called Generator. I was not told of its existence nor was I placed in its stewardship. though its function is of intrigue, I am disinclined to have anything to do with its repair or destruction. However, this war is being fought in my country, threatening assets that I actually value. To that I take offense- Tesseract, I formally request your aid in this war against the seekers. To that end, please contact as many of our comrades as we can spare- I would not risk losing a war for lack of enthusiasm.
New York- Tira
Through all of the arguing, the banter and the destruction, a new voice suddenly cut into Tira's situation. The orb Teridax gave her so long ago had began to glow, and from it, came his voice. It was the same as before, though with a quiet undertone of sudden urgency.
Tira, I know you value your freedom speeches as much as anything, but I am in need of your help at this very moment. I ask that you remember our alliance during this trying hour and hurry for Saranac base. My clone his there in New York- he'll give you a lift if all else fails. Do not abandon me now, when the world is harsh. And don't worry, the task I have in mind for you involves lots and lots of killing. Oh, and you do remember Maria Renard, do you not? I am looking at her...right...now.
Menardi
While the alchemist mused on the identity of the intruders, a stray thought cut in unceremoniously to her train of thought. Of course, she would soon realise it was no stray thought, but rather, a weak telepathic link. It was Teridax, if she picked up on his distinct brand of psychic communication.
Ah, Menardi- you don't happen to—-
Much of the sentence was lost to the wind, fading in and out of detectable range. It was a clone contacting her after all, and their psychic capacities paled in comparison with the real deal.
No matter...I have some bad news....some worse news.
The telepathic link strengthened itself.
The Seekers have returned. Some of them have teleported to my kingdom of Saranac and are wrecking havoc. This is a plea for aid, and if you feel so inclined, or are so blessed by situation that you yourself are not under attack, I do request that you come to Saranac and help me rid this world once again of these nuisances.
Saranac City- Fletcher
''Oh, such a cold shoulder. The winter soldier himself could not have done better- you are doing quite the good impersonation. But you are throwing away quite the proposition are you not? If I am already so desperate for aid that I would turn to you- you who would be the last ones to help me, then does that not mean I have a certain willingness to keep to my side of the bargain? I don't think you should threaten me with the completion of your objective- I was offering to do that for you in the first place! My request is not great- I did not tell you to turn on SHIELD, nor is it to eliminate one of my fellow Overlords. No, all I asked in return for fulfilling your mission for you is that you eliminate a single shambling machine you brought into this world. In fact, if you so choose to try and kill him, I myself will come to aid you in your efforts. Or if my presence makes you nervous, I'll sit it out and cheer for you in the background. Now hold on-"
The moment Fletcher teleported, the phantom image of Teridax disappeared. Allowing the seeker to get a clear look at the so called 'Winter Faker'. But even as Fletcher moved in to deal an incapacitating blow with the butt of his rifle, he would suddenly be hit with a nauseous headache the magnitude he had never felt before. It lasted but a fraction of a second (in other parts of the city, the seekers might find the mind controlled civilians stalling for a fraction of a second before resuming their activities). The sniper looked round, saw the incoming blow and leap out from under it. With inhumane grace the woman somersaulted off the roof and disappeared into the alleyways below.
The phantom spoke once more.
"Tut tut, Fletcher. you are still within my domain. I find it interesting that you find the idea of coming back a third time plausible. Could it be that you seekers have finally solicited the help of your gods? I thought they didn't bring you back to life on missions. But then again, if they've sent you up against Tatu, I suppose they might make exception to their rule. Now come Fletcher, talk sense with me and we can both come out of today feeling that they've accomplished something useful.''
edited 9th Apr '16 2:37:01 PM by biomechtraveler
huzzaaaaaaaah
Baxter Building
This was bad. Really bad. The tiniest drop in temperature was already sending chills down Sokka's spine, and he couldn't say what it was doing to his friends. Which meant he had only one thing to do...
"I'm going to grab their attention!" He yelled at them, climbing on top of the railings and using that as a platform to jump over the group and into the hallway. For anyone else, this would be suicide. But for Sokka's newfound regenerative skills... claws covering him, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and rushed in, heading towards the vault at the end of the hallway, trying to just burst through anything in his way.
China
If one expected to see the SHIELD agents cower in fear of their comrades rising from the dead, then they didn't know SHIELD at all. Nearby agents didn't hesitate and quickly unloaded as many rounds as possible into the heads of the dead, knowing that for some of them, after a year of watching their planet get decimated, death wasn't that bad of an ending.
Headquarters
Gavrill would feel her hand being enveloped into red slime, which dripped from her fingers with the viscosity of blood.
good Gavrill
silly Gavrill
of course I'm beautiful
you can be beautiful too
Blinding red strobe light flashed in front of Gavrill's eyes, as the slime turned into acid, boiling her skin and causing bubbles to appear all throughout her arm. The acid burned at her skin, turned her muscles into rotten masses of mold and bones, ate away at her memories and clogged up her throat with chunks of cancerous flesh. In the flash, a shadow form was visible: at times beautiful in its perfection, whilst also terrifying in its deformity.
sever your arms
and your legs
tear your heart out
and eat it
be beautiful for me
Tatu, who was still kneeling besides the television set, began exhibiting an unusual feature: jealousy. Biting his lower lip, Tatu stood up, glaring at the Frankenstein-esque creature. "Master, she won't comply with our plan. In fact, she's trying to betray me... and by extension, you. I've been the one collecting the Generals for your army, remember? You shouldn't waste our time with these pretentious betrayers."
Omega laughed, and his laughter sounded like the shriek of a thousand sirens being burned at the stake.
silly Tatu
i don't need you anymore
and
I
never
did
Time seemed to unfreeze, as the God Killer sword hit the ground alongside Loki. The reasoning for this sudden freedom was clear, as Tatu's usually cocky smile morphed into a look of childish astonishment. "What?..." He muttered, as Gavrill was also let go from Omega's grasp. "What are you saying, Master? You... you promised me and them... an army... to lead..."
Kahndaq
Amon shrieks as the electricity surges through him, crimson skin seemingly detaching from his body for a brief moment. But soon he regains his composure, albeit his teeth are still gritted, his expression still one of abject pain. "You think this can stop ME?!" He roars, symbiote spreading through metal, trying to pass through the armor and penetrate the orc's skin. "Show yourself!"
Saranac
One of the most terrifying things that Zuko had gone through during the past year wasn't the slow realization he may never go back to his home, but rather him learning- through Terry Mc Ginnis' knowledge, and a bit of his Uncle's teachings- about bullets. He was someone who gasped at the destructive power of his own nation, so finding out about this even more terrifying piece of technology capable of ending lives with a single blast had given him nightmares for weeks.
Every night, he'd go to sleep and dream of Azula, leading armies of Fire Nation soldiers, all of them wielding fire arms, slaughtering and massacring civilians. Every night, he'd hear the sound of bullets whizzing past him, the deafening bangs of machine guns being fired, the silencing thwimps as bullets pierced their flesh, the morbid thumps as the bodies of innocent men, women and children hit the ground. And then, he'd hear the final sound, the thunder that preceded a sniper hitting its mark, and it'd all go dark.
Naturally, he had built a sort of paranoid response system to that. So when Zuko heard the sound of a sniper bullet, a lone lightning bolt in a sea of destruction, he immediately tried to throw himself to the side with his firebending. But the sniper was good, far too good, and Zuko yelled out in pain as the bullet grazed his leg, taking some skin (and spirits know what else) with it. The Prince landed with a thud, but he didn't stop to cry out some more- instead, he quickly dragged himself to cover, a concrete chest-high wall that could protect him...
.. but it wasn't necessary, for a shadow soon appeared, looming over him. Alt Teridax's grimace was almost as painful as the wound, especially as the robot unceremoniously picked up the young man and dropped him behind his cover. "Are you an idiot?" He said out loud, both to Zuko and to his original counterpart. "I am you. I know every single one of your little tricks. I know that, right now, you're probably making the same offer to these Seekers. Oh, don't worry. I killed them once. I can kill them again."
And then Alt Teridax stared right into the eyes of the sniper, a deadly grin spreading on his robotic lips. "But you go first." With one jump, Alt Teridax flew towards the dome, towards the sniper, but most importantly, towards Teridax's base.
edited 9th Apr '16 7:05:50 PM by Stratofarius
China
-The dead fight on, collapsing when tendons, muscles and bones are cut through by bullets. Sasuke's victim merely opens fire on full auto when his head falls off, swinging the weapon blindly when the magazine runs dry. The buzzing swarm above grows and contracts, then hurtles to the ground in an earthshaking impact. From the crater rises Anub'arak, grown to monstrous size as his minions continue to flow into him.-
Oblivion awaits.
-The Crypt Lord charges the surviving agents, his beetles swept aside and absorbed into his carapace.-
Kahndaq
-Despite the considerable fraction of brainpower devoted to killing Amon, the mekboss manages to respond to the genestealer's insulting implications of weakness and sneakiness. Squeezing his claw harder to make sure the eldar doesn't escape, ignoring the bits and pieces falling off his armor as the tendrils force their way through, he brings their heads closer to make sure the point gets across.-
Yer a mouffy wun ain't ya panzee! Well if ya finks dat ain't loud enuff...
-With much whirring and groaning of metal, the multibarreled guns on the ork's other arm spin faster and faster.-
... 'ave me dakka!!!
-The mekboss swings his arm into Amon's head with enough force to stun a medium-sized hippopotamus or make a warboss more amenable to a wartrukk repair bill, and opens fire. Supersonic bullets, overheated cartridges, and the occasional lump of depleted uranium pour into the mutant's head.-
Saranac
-Iroh watches horrified as Zuko falls... only to be rescued by the large metal man, who then flies off. With his nephew out of danger for now, he can act against the treacherous civilians. Hurling a blast into their closest firing position, he launches himself into the smoking breach on jets of flame, letting Wayne's experience with terrorizing enemies and neutralizing them take over.-
Vampire Hunter
Queen Zeal, Times Square
Queen Zeal narrowed her eyes at Tira, considering her options. It looked as if Queen Zeal was seriously considering Tira's comment.
"I care not for Lavos anymore," Queen Zeal began, showing that she had gone beyond how she was back when she was recruited. "That being said, I know Tatu is holding our powers back... I should be able to use the spell Hallation to bring my enemies to the brink of death, but cannot no matter how hard I try."
"My goals of immortality and power have been granted primarily due to Greed's help and my own skill in fighting, not of anything directly done by Tatu." Zeal noted to Tira and held her hand up in front of her, before showing off her Cheetah necklace. "If I wished it, you would become an inanimate statue as I have done to Dr. Minerva."
"However, if Tatu was truly as powerful as he appears to be, he should have squashed you like bugs himself," Zeal noted to Tira, putting her hand down. "I am not sure if I am ready to rebel against Tatu... but I also do not see any reason for me to squash your little rebellion."
"Tatu had told us that we should not attack fellow Generals," Zeal said in a rather satisfied tone. "While Loki and Gavrill are not Generals, you and your allies among the General are... If Tatu is truly worthy of Greed's and my loyalty, then he should squash your rebellion himself."
"I shall ask for Greed's opinion and see what he thinks about this," Zeal concluded to Tira before flying off to find Greed, leaving Tira to continue her rebellion against Tatu or to follow Teridax's orders.
Schala, Times Square
Schala continued concentrating on freezing Deadpool, when suddenly Queen Zeal landed in the middle of Times Square and looked at the struggling Deadpool.
"This guy is still alive?!" Queen Zeal said, rather surprised about Deadpool's dedication. "Fine then, you shall become like sand and scatter to the four winds! Turn Nrut otni dnas dna eb nwolb yawa!"
Queen Zeal attempted to fire a green orb at Deadpool which, if it hit, would turn him into inanimate sand to be blown away by the wind.
Maria, Saranac Market
After seeing her plan fail, Maria switched priorities and disappeared from the sight of all the civilians... After all, Maria had been using her stepping discs as if they were like Fletcher's power when in actuality, Maria entered and exited Limbo every time she used them... It was a simple matter to just stay in Limbo for a bit, both to rest for a bit without being shot by the civilians and to think up a new. To the civilians who were trying to attack Maria, it was like Maria completely disappeared. Maria figured she could let Teridax stew in fear for a while before returning to Earth.
edited 15th Apr '16 7:08:12 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Tira frowned as Zeal flew away. She had convinced her not to help Tatu at least, which she supposed was a win. Still, she had been hoping Zeal would join her. Dispite herself, she did kinda like her just a little a little. She quickly put the thought out of her mind as she refocused on more important things. Gav and Loki had gone into the building, from what she could see. No doubt they were fighting Tatu right now. She was not about to miss that. Before she could move, however, a voicee suddenly rang in her head that she identified as Teridax. She reached for the orb thing to reply.
WHAT!? Those fucking morons are still alive? God damnit! She yelled mentally at Teridax. Her brief moment of rage quenched itself as she realized something. As annoying as their return sounds, it doesn't matter anymore. None of those morons matter. Didn't you hear the message like everyone else? The smart people among us, the people who don't want to be slaves to the false god Tatu for the rest of eternity, are rebelling. They're here to save this planet or some shit, I'm sure. But this fucking rock doesn't matter anymore. Why would I waste my time on them when they might even distract Tatu and his stupid ass kissers? Let them do whatever the hell they want, Tatu will probably be dead within the hour. At that point, this whole wasted year will be over and we can leave this planet to do whatever the hell we want.
But....that's only if you're with us, Terry. If you wanna be with the winners and get out of this boring place, then you should forget all about that silly kingdom and come to New York to help us out. We got a lot of people on our side, and I don't think Tatu has many left on his. Stupid little Tessy's probably with him, that silly woman with those elementy powers is probably with her too, and Dessy's with him too. But other then them, everyone else is sitting it out or on our side. You really should come, Terry! It's going to be so much fun! Forget about those guys and come on and join the party!
Of course, if you'd rather remain a pathetic lapdog eating the crumbs that Tatu feeds you, then I hope those fucking assholes take that ice bitch's skull and ram it right up your ass! Do whatever you want, but don't fucking expect me to go waste my time with ants when I have bigger fish to slaughter!
Calamity is a housewife
Baxter Building
As Glacius' assault met decent success, backup had arrived, and the stairwell was soon covered in a biting cold the alien was most familiar with.
He could survive this sort of environment, the others would not.
Barely acknowledging Sokka's charge ahead, Glacius continued to focus on the Wind elementals behind the group, blasting them with more tongues of flame. Taking a break from attacking the Wind elementals, Glacius reverted to his icy exoskeleton and landed back on the stairwell, slamming a fist onto the ground. A trail of his own brand of cold crawled its way towards the Water elementals, hoping to take away what heat they had and freezing them in place. Could work, could fail, but Glacius had to try.
China
Good news, Hol actually managed to hit her. Guess all that training went to good use.
Bad news, Blackfire wasn't dead.
Her retaliation dealt Hol surprise, as the bullet in her leg had barely fazed her. The Tamaranean had then proceeded to show just how inadequate Hol was.
Poof! Hol teleported of course, a good distance away. But Blackfire merely followed. And followed. And kept following.
No matter where he teleported to, as long as he was in her line of sight, she'd catch him and utterly fry him.
"Could.." Poof!
"...use..." Poof!
"...some..." Poof!
"...backup!" Poof!
This comical display continued on, with Hol repeatedly dodging Blackfire's attack with teleports, unable to find enough time to fire a stray shot at her, yelping and screaming for help all the way.
Times Square
Oh, a bullet, that's cute, Greed thought.
The ammuniton riddled his forehead, his limbs, his chest, and created splashes of blood and flesh. The homunculus continued on, an amused grin on his face.
The shadows crept in closer, before tendrils of darkness tried to tie themselves around Deadpool's limbs, as well as his neck, and lift him up in the air. He gave a cock of the head, acknowledging DesX.
"Duly noted, kiddo. Go do your business. I've got my own prey to take care of."
Whether he was successful in capturing Deadpool or not, he spoke to the Merc.
"For a human, you seem to take losing body parts well."
Zeal's search would be rewarded with her finding Greed accosting Deadpool, his attention focused on the red and black clad mercenary.
edited 11th Apr '16 7:05:31 AM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Baxter Building - Main Laboratory
Menardi was happily putting the finishing touches on her surprise when the mental call from Teridax came through. She supplied a little Jupiter Psynergy from her side to help stabilize the communication, wondering if perhaps the Makuta had any news on the betrayal. He did not. The satisfied smile on Menardi's face evaporated like a drop of water in the desert as the news lit a flame of anger within the Alchemist. Makuta could almost feel the smoldering anger in her mental link as she replied.
"I see. Thank you for the information. I am busy on my end. I'll try to come over later."
With that, she abruptly broke off the communication. Seekers!
Baxter Building - Stairwell/Level 9
The vertical battleground grew only colder as the Elementals intensified their combined assault, nearing a cold known only in the heart of winter. Large patches of ice were starting to cover the steps, making movement more tricky, and unnaturally sharp spikes of ice grew out of the walls and corners ready to maim anyone who came too close. Up above, a myriad of large icicles were starting to form, with sharp edges and lethal points ready to rain down on those below when they were ready.
Unfortunately, Glacius' counterattack was entirely the wrong way to go about it. The few Wind elementals that remained after his onslaught of flame hid behind the Water elementals, who expanded their physical forms to take the full brunt of Glacius' trail of cold. Almost as if mimicking the cryokinetic Seeker, they too assumed ice forms and let the wave of cold wash over them. Here and there, the cold was enough to make appendages grow brittle and be torn off, so some damage was dealt. But as beings of Mercury, ice too was their domain, and so the wave of cold did little, and they resumed pouring their energy into creating their killing field of ice.
Meanwhile, Sokka reappearing in the Level 9 Hallway reactivated the Fire Elementals, who immediately resumed their barrage of fireballs. However, the keen instincts that Sokka had inherited served him well, as they had Wolverine, and he got through the firing line without even getting singed.
The next line of defence consisted of a literal wall of Earth elementals. They were great hulking masses of stone, crude humanoids with craggy stoneskin but brilliant blue sapphires for eyes. Adamantium meeting Venus psynergy, Sokka's claws would find little to strike through. Metal meeting stone was an unfortunate affinity match-up for the one wielding the weapons of Wolverine. However, the Water Tribesman did not need to fight them to move on. The golems moved slowly, as they attempted to pound Sokka to the ground with their massive fists, and it was a small matter for someone of his agility to slip through, jump over, and make his way past the line of Earth elementals.
For a brief moment, his goal was in sight. At the far end of the corridor waited the most secure vault of them all, which held the prize they sought. The serene condition of the vault door was a testament to its imperviousness, as not even Menardi with all her efforts had managed to land as much as a scratch on it. The last contribution of Reed Richards to his world seemed within reach.
Alas, others wanted it otherwise.
"Summon Haures."
With a blink of Psynergy, Menardi was there, clad all in darkest black and brilliant white. Teleporting at such close range, and in an environment she was familiar, was done in an instant, and she appeared already ready to strike. The Elemental Orbs floating in front of her shattered, the combined animal forces uniting and creating a strange black mass on the floor between Menardi and Sokka, barring the latter's way forward.
The black matter shifted and pulsed as if alive, or as if something within was struggling to break free. A fiery glow was lit in the murky darkness, and the black matter turned as red as fresh lava. And with an audible ROAR, the spirit within broke free.
A demonic beast
◊ stood between Sokka and Menardi, poised low against the ground as if ready to strike. A creature somewhere between a great feline and man, the demon's eyes glowed a muted red, and its tail whipped the floor restlessly. Its manelike red cape fluttered without wind, it made a vivid contrast to Haures' dark blue skin. Its red claws dripped with acid, and the floor tiles were marred with sooth and burn marks from its mere presence.
"Seekers!" Menardi snarled, a wicked grin not matching the flaming anger in her eyes. "Not only do you defy Lord Tatu, but you would deny the Reaper her rightful prey as well? And then, with a second chance at life secured, you choose to assault Menardi the Alchemist on her home turf? I am glad you did, because this way I shall ensure your final demise with my own hands! Haures!"
The demon lounged forward, venomous claws seeking to rend Sokka from head to toe.
edited 15th Apr '16 8:04:15 AM by Lemurian
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Witchcraft!
China
Riesbyfe grimaced behind the protection of Gamaliel as she considered how everything had gone this far south this fast. God damn it, there was not time for this. They needed to bring down the generator, not get wrapped up fighting some superpowered goth chick and a horde of Dead! At least her twin shields and enhanced reflexes had kept her from harm thus far.
"Anybody who can, back up Hol Horse!" She bellowed, though she didn't expect there was going to be much response, "Everybody else, make sure there's someone at your back! Don't let them divide us!"
And now, there was the other Overlord here. The one controlling the undead. Fighting them head-on, was he? Was she supposed to be afraid? She'd seen vampires much worse. Oh, sure, Dead Apostles didn't tend to start turning into humongous monstrosities until they became one of the 27, but twisted creatures of the night all fell to holy might the same... well, with some exceptions. Still, Riesbyfe was pretty sure a holy weapon that could hold off the TATARI was going to hurt a... whatever he was... pretty damn badly.
Serene amidst the chaos of battle, Riesbyfe took aim at the rapidly approaching Crypt Lord with Gamaliel, and pulled the trigger. The metal stake shot forward, straight and true, bathed in blue light. If the undead got in the way, it would simply pierce through them and keep going as they burst with holy power behind it. Even if the things it struck survived, the concept of ruination Gamaliel wrote upon all it struck would leave them a sight less threatening.
"This is your coda, Overlord," she muttered, glaring at the scene that seemed to her as if to happen in slow motion, "there'll be no encore."
Vampire Hunter
B.B. Hood, China
When Riesbyfe told them to back up Hol Horse, B.B. Hood nodded, "Just keep these zombies off of me!"
B.B. Hood then shape-shifted into a wolfwoman and began aiming her Uzi at Blackfire's limbs. She then began firing, one shot for each limb, in the hopes of injuring her enough to force her to surrender. In her transitional form, she had both hands and enhanced sight, so would have much better aim at a moving target from this far a distance. The downside was that her weapon was LOUD because of those accursed enhanced ears of hers. She had to rely on Riesbyfe to make sure zombies didn't attack her.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Fletcher Renn - Saranac
Fletcher crashed to the ground, the pain of the headache bringing him down. Beneath the surface of his consciousness, memories stirred, threatening to rise up. Fletcher batted them down, keeping his hold.
"You... you don't want to do that again."
He slowly brought himself back to his feet, stumbling over to the edge of the roof, each step more certain than the last. With barely a glance over, he threw himself off the roof, before teleporting straight to the ground.
An alleyway, with two ways to move. No footsteps, not tracks. He picked one of the two directions, and began following it.
You're talking to the wrong person if you want a deal, Teridax. I'm not the hero. I'm not a leader. I'm the idiot sidekick with a useful set of magic. Between everyone here, you picked the idiot to try and be your Vidkun Quisling.
Unsurprisingly, Bucky's memories were well-versed in the politics of World War 2.
I'm not that kind of idiot.
Tesseract - Still making his way towards the Seekers in Saranac, but not quite there yet.
Yeah, like that was going to happen.
Even Teridax had to be aware of the traitors at this point. Definitely, he had to be aware that they had no idea, beyond educated guesses, of who had betrayed Tatu.
Ergo, they had no idea who wouldn't backstab them as soon as they got there.
Tesseract continued his journey towards the fighting, running from cover to cover alongside his soldiers. It would not do to lose the element of surprise just yet, though the more observant Seekers might be able to spot his approach. They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
huzzaaaaaaaah
Baxter Building
Sokka couldn't believe it- he was almost there! In the end, he didn't even have to use his claws. He gave Logan a silent thanks for all of those years he had spent training his agility, years that he had unknowingly passed onto this young warrior. Unfortunately, all good things had to end, and Sokka came to a halt once he spotted Menardi's sudden reappearance.
It was then that something Sokka swore he had seen before in a book filled with scary stories showed up... right... in front... of him. The boy had to hold back an instinctive gulp, and instead kept his guard up, claws at hand, as if he could block any of that creature's attacks. Logan was a brute of a man, a walking mass of muscle and grit. Sokka... wasn't. If that thing, if that creature hit him full on, Sokka wasn't sure if he could survive it.
Which is why he turned to the one thing he knew how to do well, with or without Logan's help: talk his way out of situations.
"WAIT!" He yelled, using all his might to dodge the first attack, turning to Menardi with pleading eyes. "Don't you know why we're here? Don't you know why we came back? We're here because..." He stopped, digesting Menardi's words. Lord Tatu. So she probably liked the guy. "... your Master is in danger!" Good, good, what else?
"Your Master is in danger right now because..." Got to come up with a threat. Sokka couldn't tell if Menardi was the I don't trust my own teammates type, but he had to give this a chance. "... because some of the Overlords are turning against him and are closing in as we speak. And since we're still alive- a fact your master failed to tell you, maybe because he didn't know- I'd say chances are high he might be injured if you don't let us help him!"
China
Blackfire laughed as she watched Hol Horse jump from spot to spot. "Run, run, your pitiful little monkey!" She chided him, letting out a glorious gloat as she prepared one blast... right as a SHIELD agent shot a bullet right through her stomach. Blackfire faltered for a moment, looking down at the hole in her stomach, before glaring at the agent. "How... dare—"
Coughing, the alien lost control of her flight and fell to the ground, next to Anub'arak's forces. With the snow quickly turning into a deadly red, she struggled back to her feet, reaching out for one of her fellow Overlord's forces. "Call for help! Aid me, you idiot— b-before I die!"
Kahndaq
With one loud thwip, a sharp spike grows out of Amon's shoulder, made out of pure petrified symbiote flesh, piercing through the gun and diverting it before its bullets can hit the host's head. But even though Carnage's flesh allows him to do superhuman feats, Amon himself holds a few secrets under his sleeve.
Creaking noises spread throughout the symbiote's red mass, as the tendrils sneaking into the mekboss' armor grow cancerous and wild, protruding out of every hole and creating new ones as they burst through any metal and flesh in their way, all in a desperate ploy to force the ork to let go of its host.
Times Square
"And for an asshole, you seem to take to being an asshole rather well."
An awful remark, yes, but Deadpool knows he's already lost. With one final smile, he struggles to raise his hand. At first, it seems as if this is a pitiful attempt at punching Greed. The orb hits him in the back, and as sand leaks out of his eyes, the Merc's middle finger is shoved right into the homunculi's face.
"Fuck..." He sputters, spit turning into nothing as his body dissolved in Greed's tendrils. "... you..." With one final groan, the Merc with a Mouth was nothing more than sand flowing in the wind.
edited 16th Apr '16 3:38:54 PM by Stratofarius
China
-The rocket detonates against the Crypt Lord's armor, blackening it further, while the magic bolt strikes true... and as a small amulet hanging from a spike glows bright for an instant, is deflected into a reanimated agent, who collapses on himself like an overripe pumpkin.-
-From the depths of the ancient Nerubian's carapace emerge swarms of locusts, tearing and biting at the exposed flesh and armor of Seeker and human alike.-
-As Blackfire falls, Anub'arak reaches a quick decision. The alien is weakened, bleeding out, asking for help... but the reanimation spell used to bring back the soldiers cannot be cast again so soon. Moving his bulk over her, a tendril of ants that were once part of the original Swarm's body wafts over her stomach, the soldiers placing themselves around the bullet hole. As one, they clamp their jaws into her skin, closing off the wound. A car-sized wasp grabs her in its legs and buzzes off towards the palace as Anub'arak sprays webbing at Riesfybe.-
Khandaq
-As his armor begins desintegrating and multiple warning lights start flashing, the mekboss roars his defiance and irritation at being denied his kill. Somewhere in his brain the idea develops to simply rip open a smaller hole in the Warp and let the gribbly zog get eaten by the ensuing daemons, or even shove the niddar and close the hole halfway in...-
Squigger dat!
-Pressing a button, the mekboss disappears in a flash of dirty light, reappearing some distance directly above Amon. With some kicking and struggling he manages to point himself downwards, opening fire in the ground (and Amon)'s general direction.-
WAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!
Headquarters
When Omega released her from direct contact with his mind-shattering consciousness, Gavrill shook her head irritably as though waking from a doze. The impression one might get was that the entire bizarre, horrifying experience was little more than a mildly confusing diversion.
She made as if to move forwards, perhaps towards Tatu, but stopped dead in her tracks. An expression of mild concern began to dawn on her face as she raised a hand towards it, touching the long scar that spanned her head and ran across the bridge of her nose. All of a sudden it didn't seem to be quite the permanent fixture it had always been - the thick stitches seemed to be unraveling and splitting apart, and now a thin red flow was trickling down over her mouth. She blinked gormlessly, her red eyes very wide, drawing her shaking hand back and staring at the blood with an almost childish look of shock on her face.
"T-"
She stepped backwards still clutching at her face with one hand, the other scrabbling frantically at the empty air behind her as though trying to support herself. Finding nothing, she staggered and lurched like a puppet missing half its strings for all of a few seconds, before her balance was lost and she fell to the floor with a crash. She lay sprawled on her back totally silent, and still save for the blood seeping from her face and pooling on the floor beneath her.
Saranac- Alt Teridax
You'll kill them again will you?
A chuckle echoed through the cerebral confines of the alternate Makuta; laced with malice and packing an unnerving aftertaste of amusement, the chuckle gave way to a smug silence. The next words were those of a school master, scolding an erring pupil.
Such arrogance. Such baseless confidence. You think that by killing them you will survive what is to come? Ah yes, you are right- I thought so too. Kill them again and again, and again if needs be.
Again the chuckle, but this time without the mirth. With no spice, the sound fell like cracked glass upon the pavement- ugly, sharp and dangerous.
But I killed them in New York. I watched the turtle disintegrate before my eyes; I watched the demigod ripped apart by our patron; I witnessed the teleporter be split into more pieces than I could care to count. And yet here they are, torn from the grave; knocking on my doorstep with an even wider arsenal of powers. What happens if I kill them? What happens then? The answer is simple- they come back. Their god is generous, ours is less so. Which makes you even more of a pawn than you think you are. You're barely insurance- they don't need you; with their powers they could end the both of us. They just sent you because they're too busy taking down the big man to care about the small fries.
If Teridax had good eyesight, and he did, he might make out the fainest figure hovering in front of the great silver dome. Black against white, and an ocean of psychic power in between.
You believe yourself clever, making a deal with the seekers in the hopes that after doing their dirty work, they will show mercy to your cause after the war. You planned out the operation carefully, thought through the processes, evaluated your chances. Join the seekers, kill me; inherit what scarps I will leave you; kill the seekers when they are most vulnerable; rule this measly piece of earth. I suspect you may even have delusions on uniting your fellow overlords against the common enemy. But I am here to break the dream. You will not kill the seekers because their gods won't let them stay dead for long. You will not find shelter with our team, not with the overlords, not with Tatu.
A hand was raised. A challenge and a warning, coalesced into a single gesture of defiance. The hand was to Teridax a symbol, a message, as the plaques of old that hung by the pirates of yore. 'Ye have been warned'. Beneath them the ground rumbled. The crumbling earth shook like the trembling of a rat forced into a corner. If he had ears, Teridax would hear the roar- deep and unnatural. Teridax's war machine coming to life, that terrible army of metal which rained down from the skies like fire and sulfur did unto Sodom and Gomorrah.
The roar covered much, and to the real action Teridax was deaf. He heard not the click and clack of loading guns; he did not hear the silent determination of a hundred soldiers in black. The men marched into the planes, the eagle of the homeland intervention task-force flying bitterly one last time.
Saranac- Fletcher
Oh no, I think you are the leader- the leader here anyway. You didn't think you could bark orders without me hearing could you now?
Feet. Multitudes of feet. Feet pattering on the ground in a growing drum roll of doom. Teridax's human shields were coming in from all sides. The assassin had minutes before he was stuck in an alleyway with a hundred mind controlled nut jobs.
You Fletcher, are a very special type of idiot- the only kind I can really talk to. Your friends for one would probably ignore me, and you are probably contemplating the same thing. I can't stop you, but I will try. You think I will betray you all as soon as you have destroyed my counter part- In other circumstances, you might be justified. But what could I possibly gain from killing you? You'll just come back; stronger than ever. I am no fool, seeker, I know when I am beaten. I offer you a peace treaty- you get off my lawn and I stay off your back. See reason, Fletcher, see that I can help you in earnest. See that I can be trusted when it comes to my own well being. See that I can also make your tasks infinitely harder should I be forced. Your friends in the Baxter building for example- do you think they will survive if I choose to pay them a visit?
Tira
Choose?
The voice seemed uncertain. Hesitance lingered in the tone- a stain on the white sheet of forged innocence.
I...see.
The tone hardened. Like heather peeling back to reveal granite, the layers of Teridax's smooth tone drifted away till there was naught left but metal and death.
Tira
The voice dripped through the orb, glaciers might have been less cold and unfeeling. But it was like a glacier too, the immeasurable power, the inexorable will that drove each word through time and space so that they could be enunciated clearly into Tira's mind.
Allow me to tell you something about myself. I am a machine after his own interest. Mine. No one else. And that allows me to choose in a particular fashion. You see Tira, I pick my sides not based upon the moral qualms of lesser beings, nor the insipid ideals of the weak minded. I pick my sides for the people that will fight by my side. I pick my sides for the company, and you Tira, are becoming dangerously close to being bad company. I prefer my allies to help me when I am in need, such as I am doing now.
Teridax paused, the atmosphere frozen.
You do not want me as an enemy Tira. With Tatu turning a blind eye on the matters at hand, do you think it would be difficult for me to let loose? For me to display some naked aggression? Or do you think, after open rebellion, that Tatu would still protect you from those who can really hurt you? You know what I can do Tira, that is why you offered me your allegiance all those months ago. As such, our alliance still stands, if you would only come and help me slaughter the seekers that threaten my very life. Be true Tira, betray Tatu if you will. But please, do not betray me.
edited 19th Apr '16 3:12:14 AM by biomechtraveler
There was a pause after Teridax finished as Tira considered his words. After about 5 seconds, she "spoke" again.
Threats, Teridax? Is that the best you can do to try to convince me to show up? She asked, sounding unimpressed. Is this some attempt at intimation? Trying to cow me into obedience? I've served beings far, far more powerful then you are. Teridax would then get flashes of various images from Tira's head as she unknowingly sent them over the mental link, images of whole cities in flames, lifeless wastelands devoid of even the smallest bit of life, and rivers of blood with bodies stacked all around it.
I'm over here about to kill this false god, and you think I'm going to be scared of some metal freak? I'm not an idiot, Teridax, despite what my other half may have lead you to believe. I saw what you did with that girl Elsa. How you twisted her, corrupted her, turned her into your little pet attack dog. I won't deny it, it was impressive. The deception was masterful. But I've manipulated my fair share of idiots too. You try to threaten me with displays of power to make me show up to help you kill these ants? You are absolutely right. I know what you are capable of. That's why I don't believe you need my help. You should be more then capable of handling these morons on your own. So if you want me over there that badly, clearly you have something else planned.
I don't know what game you're trying to play here, but I want no damn part of it. If they manage to kill you, then you were too weak and stupid to be my ally anyway, and once Tatu is dead you will be nothing to me regardless. Keep the hell out of my way or I'll make you regret ever crossing me. With that, she threw the orb to the ground and shattered it under her heel. then looked up at the tower. as her expression changed to sadistic glee, she put the giant anti-material rifle on her back, then took out her grappling gun and fired, zipping back into the tower's main room, where she assumed she would find Loki, Gavrill, and Tatu.
Organized Canine Bureau Special Agent
Sasuke, let's get ready to rumble!!!!
Sasuke saw that Blackfire had been hit during the fight. When he heard Riesbyfe's call for backup, he didn't hesitate to give Hol Horse a a hand.
He dashed towards Blackfire, doing a hop jump towards her while he drew out his ninjato to slash at her throat and hopefully, take her head off.
"ORYAAAAA!"
Sky, gonna get down
Sky caught sight of Bigrench engaging Amon in another fight.
He was astounded to see Amon fighting the Orc with a symbiote.
The hell? It's like one of the weapons that Broodwing would barter.
He ran to help out Bigrench, hoping to strike Amon from the side while using his gold shield as cover to protect himself from any wounds from the tackle or any projectiles meant for him.
edited 21st Apr '16 7:43:32 AM by Ominae
"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"
Huffing in annoyance as the move did much less than expected, the disguised murderhobo simply decided to go for a different approach. Theatrically disrobing the many layers of rags piled atop him with mechanical strength, the man then ducked his body lower until he was all but laying on the ground and rolling away from the melee, uncaring for appearance and going straight for effective measures.
The grand gesture was to gain attention, even more than usual. Then the sped up dodging maneuver came into play while the eyes were inadvertently drawn to the discarded outerwears fluttering and being riddled by the slugs. Some had even made their mark on the biomechanical man, though since he was built with enhanced metal polymers for muscles and reinforced titaniumm for bones, what bullets did hit were bounced off before their momentum could put a sizeable dent in his harder than iron defenses.
"Plan B then..." The longhaired man murmured, the flesh shifting as metal sprouted from his limbs to form the familiar Stryker System armaments. Through the powers he had gained, the level of power and control of the cybernetics had reached a whole new height. KA-CHUNK. The cartridge loaded with superhuman speed, the man then fired off a lightning barrier about his body, conforming the thing into what was essentially a giant sparky hamster-ball in terms of appearance. And then the man simply began to run, the electromagnetic shield repelling the metal bullets away even as he became a crackling blur that now decided to approach the last known location of Teridax, using the literally shocking defense to shock the thrall meatshields and put those in his way out of commission hopefully.
Annoyed Mode: ON
Chase Young (China) - Chase Young Joins The Battle!
It was barely audible over the battle going on outside at first, but it slowly started to gain intensity as more voices joined in. Soon enough, each and every single one of Chase's jungle cats was roaring, and the combined noise could even be heard from outside the lair. In Chase's eyes, this was not a warning, or a means of intimidation. It was nothing but an announcement.
An announcement with the single purpose of letting the Seekers know that the time for child's play was over.
It was at that point that the heylin warrior showed up outside once more, wielding his double bladed guandao and followed by a large cohort of his trusted servants. He looked down at the battlefield below with a confident smile, and raised his hand.
"Army of warriors!" he shouted, pointing at the SHIELD forces below. "Rip them all to pieces!"
Mere moments after his order was issued, the charge began. Dozens upon dozens of jungle cats poured out of the lair to descend the mountain, leaping from rock to rock on their way to the battlefield. Chase, in the meantime, glanced around at the battlefield once more. His eyes were immediately drawn to the massive wasp flying towards him, carrying a wounded Blackfire in its legs... and a man leaping towards it.
Perfect for target practice.
The guandao started spinning in his hand, at a speed buzzsaw. A buzzsaw that, after a bit of aiming, was thrown straight towards Sasuke in an attempt to get him to parry the strike and ruin his chance to take out Blackfire. Although the possibility of him not doing it and getting hit by the spinning blades instead was just as attractive.
Vampire Hunter
Zeal, Times Square
"Ugh, I hate that we had to do clean up for that accursed priest," Queen Zeal replied to Greed once Deadpool was dead, and glanced over at Desco, Des-X, and Schala. "Yes, go inform the others about what's happening at the moment, Desco."
"...Where is Menardi?" Zeal glanced around the area, "Of all the people I would have expected to fight back the rebellion, I would have figured she would be on the top of the list... and she should be free now."
Zeal rubbed the charm on her new collar, "Cheetah has been defeated."
Maria, Saranac
When Maria reappeared on Earth, she decided to reappear on the rooftops and continued her rush towards the generator via the rooftops of Saranac and outside of the crowd of brainwashed people. She decided to leave the brainwashed masses for after the generator was destroyed.
B.B. Hood, China
When the Jungle Cats appeared on the battlefield, B.B. Hood gave a series of howl of her own upon the cats. The message was asking them why they obeyed Chase when they could just maul them in mass, and that she will show no mercy in battle if they chose to attack them.
B.B. Hood held her Uzi ready... Any Jungle Cat that attempted to try to attack her or the other Seekers would end up being shot by the Uzi.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Mancunian Candidate
Dio Brando, Kahndaq
I saw them then; she, a cloth-bundled murderer-thief, she, a sinewed thing adorned all with glowing fetishes. No amount of armour, no amount of bundling, nothing could disguise the slender fragility of their frames - were they to be combined, they would possess between them an arm perhaps two thirds the thickness of my own. Not a minute gone from the death of our manufactured hulk, the blood of exhilaration still coursing through my vein, it was not necessity which compelled me, for I saw them. In those slender necks, those widened eyes, I saw all that they could offer.
No. This was, in that most meagre of ways, nothing but cruelty. Power and its excision, in the purest of all possible forms - they ran at the sight of me, leapt, all but flew, the tightly-wrapped one carrying the sinews, and I pursued with a gleeful sort of glower.
Alas, I saw too late; tumbling from delicate fingers, the insurance of the meek. I had not time to count, but I saw a multitude of little things turning in the air, round overall, but creased and shrivelled - without time to realise, I had entered a cloud of otherworldly walnuts, which without warning blossomed into blinding incandescence.
I speak as literally as possible. These eyes are sensitive and, as such, these eyes were destroyed almost wholesale. It took a handful of moments for the vital tissues to rejuvenate, seconds I spent halted for fear of oncoming buildings, glower blown out of me, and when I opened my eyes it was to a strange arrangement of light. Six lines between eight points, a wire-frame cube with myself placed at the centre -it throbbed curiously, the texture identical to the light that had before consumed Noatak, and from there the conclusions flowed intuitively.
I fled the thing, naturally, unable to determine whether this was our still-errant magician or an additional effect of the walnuts but adamant not to find out its purpose. The projection followed me, faster than I would hope but slower than I might fear, and as I passed the sandstone lip of another roof, my quarry came back into view.
And I theirs. Slung bodily over her partner's shoulder, the sinewed thing swore unintelligibly and drew a pistol, missing four desperate shots as the World caught the fifth between finger and thumb - I scooped away the pot of an antique chimney as I sailed past it, built during a short-lived vogue for the western style prior to World War One, took careful aim, and with the arm of the World sent it spinning towards the tightly-wrapped girl's back.
Wamuu, Saranac Lake City: Zuko Really Steals? No Dignity
"Understood," says Wamuu, and nothing more.
It takes precisely thirty-six seconds of flight to reach their point of entry, a gaping wound upon the surface of the world which, unbalancing a vital equation, sends the Power Cosmic reeling to places his mind cannot follow. It smarts at him second-hand, and so devoid of valuable cargo he dispenses with any pretence of ceremony - Loki the traitor tumbles through propelled by a deft kick to the stomach, and Wamuu leaves without a second thought.
The markets lie forty-eight seconds away by foot. Freed from the burden of acceleration and unshackled by the vast majority of natural laws, it takes Wamuu and the Surfer's silver legacy six-and-a-half to come into range, wherein a round of hurried reconnaissance is drawn.
Ground-side, the wind swells unnaturally, before falling back to stillness. At what it says to him, he frowns invisibly, before jabbing back at his arm.
"Zuko has no honour. The explosives are lost. I shall complete his task."
And with that he dives, nothing more than a shining blur. Between his hands, the sublime arithmetic of the Power Cosmic writhes and coalesces, syphoning from the pressure beneath him.
There's a quiet thunk as he punches through the roof of the supermarket, an institute whose use and connotations he would never deign to understand, but it's inaudible under the sustained din of gunfire and clamouring feet. There's an interval of a split second before he touches ground, enveloped in a sheath of algebraic nonsense, which Wamuu experiences in a sustained adrenal flash somewhere in the dairy aisle.
Then, blossoming haphazardly, the supermarket tears itself apart. The windows and doors are the first to go, naturally, but the fragments blur upwards and tear the roof to ragged shreds. It follows them in a cloud of broken steel, propelled by every domestic detritus imaginable, swirling into an elegant vortex before slamming back down to earth - unable to take it, the walls fall away neatly and anticlimactically, and everything else is reduced to a cloud of shrapnel scything out through the assembled civilian crowd, carried by the bursting overpressure.
There's a moment of stillness, bleeding, the silence of perforated eardrums. Wamuu rises slowly from the destruction, an indistinct blur shedding fragments of plastic and a thin coating of yoghurt. In the parking lot, sparking incandescent where it was torn from its moorings, the generator crashes to earth.
With coordinated glee, every car alarm within twenty miles goes off at once.
"It is done."
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Tesseract's Mooks - A short way down the road from the Saranac Supermarket
The element of surprise was a tricky thing. You had to know the best time to give it up. Normally, you'd want to make the reveal when the enemy was distracted from you.
Wamuu had just provided a hell of a distraction.
Two hundred meters down the road from the Seekers, gunfire erupted and began streaking towards them. Judging by the holes made in the masonry and the maddened civilians by stray shots, whoever was firing at them (they might be able to make out black-clad soldiers) was packing heavy-duty firepower, fifty-cal at a minimum.
Of course, the best thing about the element of surprise? No-one expects a second one. So, while the attention of the Seekers was drawn to the soldiers, they might miss a large figure in a suit skulking down a dark alleyway towards them.
Fletcher Renn - Some Alleyway
Wordlessly, Fletcher pulls a pair of wooden bats from the bag on his back, one in each hand. In his right, a conventional baseball bat. In his left, a thin stick that bulged at the end.
◊ He gave both an experimental twirl, before Wamuu's message came in. "You're losing bargaining chips fast, Terry. And threats are just making your position worse. Keep talking, though, I'm sure you can't concentrate on the other you while you do it."
Fletcher kept his head on a swivel, looking for the first maddened civilian to come around a corner. He was ready for a fight. They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Times Square - China, Desco and Des X
Desco watched as Zeal also joined the fight and spoke to Desco. It seemed obvious to Desco that Zeal was on Tatu's side, at least at the moment. She nodded vigorously at her suggestion. "Desco is going to kill all of them! Ha ha!" She threw her arms up in the air cheering herself as she spoke.
Desco turned to Schala and Des X. "Come on Schala! Let's go! We'll go find someone in one of those areas under attack!" Having circled the globe in the past year and recognizing the location under attack in China, Desco focused and opened a Chaos Portal under her feet. She left it open of course for Schala, though she should definitely use Succubus form when passing through to fly.
Desco started to scan the area from above. There was definitely fighting going on down below so she had gotten to the right place. But it was very chaotic. Desco couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but after a few minutes she spotted Chase, and Blackfire and a lot of action going on. But Blackfire was her, and she was Desco's friend! She had to help. "Mega Heal!" A white ornate magical circle appeared at Desco's feet along with a ring around her. The ring expanded and faded, the circle faded too, and reappeared, larger and spinning around Blackfire. Then it shot four blasts of healing energy at her, which would then explode in a fountain of healing energy when they hit together.
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Kahndaq- The fight that must happen even though the mission is complete
As the fates would have it, Dio's ceramic projectile would never reach its intended target; for before its airborne voyage had reached beyond two seconds, the heavens spat upon that battleground a great metallic figure, wreathed in black fire and clothed in great wrath. The pot touched the burning abomination and evaporated; the grandeur of his entry being too much. Bigger things have fallen before such an introduction.
Prying his foot from the cracked and crumbled earth, Icarax the Makuta took the better part of the next two milliseconds to gaze at Dio's sailing form. His vulture-like Mask was dull in the sunlight, sipping away at the brightness of the day with all the gusto of a tired salary man. Two blue eyes burned like lightning from within the eye sockets, for since all other emotion was muffled by the mask, anger at least, found escape through the eyes. Anger and determination- a duet of emotions that came only from those of sophistication and needless heroism. Those two angry eyes upraised Dio's physique; drank in the symptoms of impossible physical prowess; recognized the stand for what it was; and understood. With understanding came clarity, and clarity: speed. Hidden to all the world, Icarax's lips drew apart- something between a grimace and a grin. Not even Icarax knew which it was.
And then he leapt. Such a leap that would confound the laws of gravity for years to come. And as he leapt there came a battle cry, borne aloft on the hot stinking winds of the middle east and carried off to the ears of each and every Seeker in the vicinity.
Icarax flew at Dio, battle cry still fresh upon his lips. His body burning, he threw out his arms in a deadly embrace. Mighty men have been brought low by a kiss; is there any surprise that one could be brought low by a hug?
edited 23rd Apr '16 2:39:39 AM by biomechtraveler
huzzaaaaaaaah
China
"Oh, fuck." One of the SHIELD agents breathed out, watching as his comrades were mowed down by Anub'arak's forces, set against the backdrop of Chase Young's Hundred Panther Army making their first move against their forces. "Captain, this is it." He breathed out towards Riesbyfe, looking hopelessly at the oncoming storm. "We're gonna lose. We need to get back, we need to regroup, we need to hide b-b-before we—"
At that moment, another sound that had been hiding itself in the background of the fight became too loud to be ignored. It was a loud whirring, like millions of microwaves singing in unison. It grew louder and louder until it became impossible to ignore it. And then, right before it was going to hit that perfect pitch at which it got high enough to make people's head explodes... it stopped, before turning visible.
The sound was replaced with a portal, a blue rift in space and time, a tear in the fabric of space (which actually looked more like a hole someone accidentally made in a wall whilst playing with a hammer). It swirled about, sucking into it any body and debris light enough to be lifted by a weakling, said bodies seemingly dissipating in the void of time itself. And then, like a man who really needs to see a doctor, it spat one person after the other, unceremoniously dropping them on the ground.
These weren't just normal people, though... they were something more. The Seekers would immediately recognize in them the look of an unwitting pawn. Like them, these people were also embroiled in a game that had just gotten way bigger. "Alright." Edward Elric said, cracking his knuckles, as Link drew his sword right behind him, glaring at the panther soldiers. "Sorry we took so long to get here. Road was kinda bumpy."
Whatever heroic feeling could be gathered from the moment was immediately cut down when a jar fell right behind him on the soft snow. "Can any of you fucking idiots actually HOLD ON TO ME?!" Envy yelled, hitting his tiny hands against the glass jar.
Headquarters
"Gavrill!" Loki yelled out, taking a defiant step forward and reaching for the sword, before Tatu waved his hand, freezing him in mid-air again. The Norse god stood there, his hand stretched forward, as he felt something bubbling up in his throat; a yell he couldn't vocalize. Eyes filled with terror watched as a cut appeared on his shirt, vest and skin, slowly opening itself up as Tatu manipulated the strings of reality with his fingers, like a maniac commanding an orchestra.
"Look at them, Master. Look at them!" Tatu said to Omega as he stepped closer to Gavrill. "Nothing but despicable monstrosities and disgraced failures. Are they the ones you want to lead your army?!"
you're still going on about that?
He got down on one knee, grabbing Gavrill's head by the chin and squeezing it, just to see how faster the blood would pour out of their wound. "You promised me an army, Master- I can give you an army, I can give you my Generals! Do not let all that I have built go to waste because... because of this THING!"
you believed that
ha ha
why would i need an army
Tatu turned to Omega, confused, letting go of Gavrill (and Loki) once more. "To spread your will through the multiverse. Like you told me."
i just needed you to spread sorrow
clear the path for my return
i thought i was going to have to do more
but all i needed to do was tell a little lie
and you did everything i asked
for a god
you're really dumb
Kahndaq
The bullets tear through some of his limbs, but one of the advantages of being a host to a symbiote is fast, fluid, almost boneless movement. Much like a rat, Amon scurries away from the bullet rain and Sky's attack, leaving behind a trail of blood and symbiote mass, the latter slowly moving towards his host as he climbs above one of the destroyed stands, waiting until the mekboss lands on the ground before throwing his arms forward, propelling himself towards the annoyance, intent on piercing his chest and throwing him towards Sasuke on one go.
Saranac
Do you know what I hear? Nothing but the cries of a child who believes he can sit at the adult's table. That is what you are. The arrogance you spot in me? Alt Teridax taunted. It is confidence. The confidence of a conqueror. I have forced an entire country to bow to my knees. The Overlords fear me. What about you? They do not fear you, they ridicule you. You're a joke, a mistake, nothing more than a bug buzzing around in their ears, a bug they don't kill because they have more important things to do.
"Is this what you call a counter-attack?!" He boasted, hovering above the army of men. "Do you forget that I am you, only better and stronger?! Nothing your little pets can do will hurt me. You have been standing in front of a god, and like the men you chide, you forgot your manners. Weaklings are supposed to respect and venerate their betters, not pitifully wave their arms about like this!"
The supermarket explosion rung out behind him, and all Alt Teridax could do was shake his head and let out a low 'tsk tsk', looking donw nonchalantly at Teridax and his armies. "Even now, every single facet of your plan fails... show me what you can do. I'm giving you a moment to fool yourself into believing you ever had a chance against me. I killed the Seekers. I killed their gods. I even killed some of my fellow Overlords! And now... I will kill you." He finished, pointing one thin finger at Teridax, a mad smile on his face.
Ryuko - Stairwell Street Fight
Whist her fellow Seekers were battling the wind elementals attacking them, Ryuko stood with her scissor blade drawn and blocked the oncoming attack from the elementals. She would deflect their attacks, but the onslaught made Ryuko yearn for them to have a physical form to attack them with. She would at least not be a sitting duck for this attack to pass through. Seemed as though that wait would have to be over, as the remaining wind elementals were in retreat from both Galactus' attacks and their strong defense.
Having sustained a fair amount of cuts to her arms and face from their attack, Ryuko breathed a sigh of relief, before noting the sudden inexplicable drop in the room's temperature. The room then got colder and windy with the elements getting more intense as time went on. Ryuko in response pulled her Glock out, ready for any more enemies that may come their way.
"Anyone else feel cold in here for no reason?" she said to her fellow Seekers
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