A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"We need to move!"

Spriggan yelled, firing the G36C as much as possible before it would run of ammo eventually.

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

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Chainlinks shattered. The dervishes snarled their pain and displeasure through the sound of tearing leather and friction.

That which had been hit by Lambda wobbled as if limping, then brought a barbed chain up for a biting lash at his cheek, following up with a roar of buckshot to the arms and chest.

Those hit by the Vortigaunts weaved out of the way, seemingly dizzied, quickly returning fire with divine-forged shotguns.

Each of the creatures was now a wounded predator, not that far from death, but still lethal.

CRACK

The Black Stig's helmet poured blood down its wearer's neck, a hole bored into it by a sniper round. The shadows rustled, and their tenants took aim... —

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Meddler, I Don't Take Kindly To Folk Who Eat My Men So Casual-like. I'd Say You Should Git Movin', Real Soon.

—The hundred or so Militantiaries split their focus between the buggy meddler and Zeta. Digamma brought the shaft of his scythe across his other palm, leering at the young Nomad. —

Whaddya Know, Another Gearhead kid Come to Say Hello.

—The scytheblade top rim pointed at Dis, gleaming. A flash of light, and the elder Nomad was seemingly both standing there, and also standing to the right of Zeta, with a different general's uniform.—

What A Pity.

—Both reapers lunged into a slash.—

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—Strings of gold light zoomed out from the door, ensnaring the Lakhesis' platform.—

Don't Even Think Of Self-Destruction, Ma'am. I've Got You Now...

Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?

Blink ducked her head at the sound of the bang, unaware that it had just taken the Black Stig's life. She was frightened, and still unsure of what she could really do. There had to be something, anything, but she just couldn't think of it. For once, she was at a loss.

A vortigaunt took a shotgun blast. He had managed to move so the pellets only grazed him, but they tore deep and yellow-green blood oozed down his body. The votigaunt did not seem discouraged, and his kin darted to the side, charging further green energy attacks. One opened fire befor the others, while the wounded vortigaunt stayed behind the others. He would likely die, but he already knew that the second he made the decision to come here.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

The Doctor sees the Black Stig fall. "Another gone. The specter of death won't leave us..."

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

" ... And so it comes to this. Nomad fighting Nomad? No wonder Omega wanted us dead." Phi said, firing several blasts at the creatures.

"You will pay for killing my comrade." Narumi said, shooting more of the deverishes.

edited 15th Jul '11 8:54:21 PM by Psyga315

"Shit!"

The RHKP G4 Trainer saw the Black Stig fall on the ground, killed.

"Fuck..."

Spriggan threw a smoke grenade. His last at the hostiles while Michael went to the Black Stig and secured the K3.

"This is bad."

Durant muttered, reloading his MP5K.

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

Dis Baba's smile only widened in response to this thread. "But Digamma, why would I want to leave..."

The alien paused as Digamma attacked, making no effort whatsoever to dodge as the golden Reaper's scythe came hurtling towards him like a flash of vengeful lightning. The gilt blade bit deeply into the Kin overlord, carving a deep gash through his clothing and into his desicated flesh, and his upper body began to topple over backwards, the cut having nearly cleaved his torso in twain...only for his upper body to straighten up and reattach itself, the smouldering edges of this wound closing up faster than it would take for the hearts of any of those present to pulse even once.

"...when the climax is at last at hand?"

He raised his cocktail glass in a nonchalant, almost mocking toast, then took another sip of that golden beverage. "You do me a great disservice, my boy," he continued, licking at his thin lips as if savouring the beverage; from his behaviour alone, one would never have realized that Dis Baba had just been cut in half in what should have been a decidedly mortal injury. "Unless it has been absolute tripe, a proper theatre-goer never leaves a performance before the final curtain...and while it has had its ups and downs, this has been one of the most entertaining spectacles I have witnessed in quite some time. For that, if nothing else, you have my praise."

He paused then, glancing at his now-empty glass with a frown; the emaciated alien let out a whistful sigh, then casually opened his hand and allowed the slender piece of drinkware to fall to the floor. The sound of cracking glass as it struck the marble tile and shattered was unnaturally loud in the ballroom, seemingly amplified by the vast, intricate web of shadows that covered the floor in its entirety.

"That's the problem with such delicacies," the Kin overlord said to himself, shaking his head and tutting as if in disapproval. "They don't last. Much like plans, would you not agree, Digamma?"

This last sentence was said with a knowing glance in the gilt Nomad's direction, the alien smiling once more in that enigmatic fashion as he spoke.

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A scintillating barrier of concentric silver octagons sprang up before Lambda, stopping the offending Dervish's attacks cold. The argent deity then stuck his hand through the protective screen, thrusting the gauntlet-clad appendage deep into the heart of that swirling maelstrom of weaponry, and curled his fingers into a tightly-clenched fist. A deafening explosion of sound, so intense that its palpable waves would obliterate everything within a certain radius of its epicentre, then tore through the minion—and while Lambda was naturally immune to his own attacks, the same could not be said of the cyclonic monstrosity.

Rho, meanwhile, rained three more of those destructive rays of black light down upon the Dervishes, striding towards the whirling creatures as she did so; purple light flecked with motes of crimson and ebony began to flare and coallesce around her hands, tongues of the intense radiance stretching out to entwine and weave together in the creation of something as yet indistinct and half-formed...

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As the golden light surged into Lambda's sanctum, the woman's voice immediately cut out and everything inside promptly went dead, leaving those gilt tendrils alone in silence and darkness. Then a faint, chittering noise began to ring out from the corners of the chamber, and abruptly the door straightened out and solidified, its texture turning from half-molten silver and metalwork into a mixture of steel and what might have been glittering chitin.

The Danse Macabre Codex

The Enchida body began to twitch, as Iota continued to push himself inside.

To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up

Rey yelped, glancing around, trying to keep his head down, wincing as he tried to choose a course of action. Unable to find anything directly, he instead caught sight of Blink and headed for her...if nothing else, he'd try to protect her.

Easing back into life one step at a time

Zeta ducked down under the blade, grin remaining on his face as he jumps back from Digamma. "Awwww, was it something I said? maybe I need a tic-tac." He said, not taking anything seriously. He stood straight, chuckling a bit to himself as his right hand came up to rub his chin. "Well if this is what you want to play..."

The purple Nomad held out an arm in front him himself, keeping it level with his shoulder. His fingers curled inwards like he was grabbing something. His left hand came up to steady something as purple lines traced through the air over his shoulder. The lines seem to be drawing something in the air as once all the lines connect the area between all of them get filled in with metal.

"I finally get to use my Sunday best!" Zeta says enthusiastically. The cannon now resting on his shoulder glowed for a second as it came to life before firing a large beam of energy in the direction of his attacker. This beam was large enough to completely consume the golden reaper twice over.

"Did he suffer?"

Spriggan asked Michael when he began to lay prone and open fire with the K3.

"No."

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

-Rocks and a huge sword fall on the dervishes.-

Mason shoots another magazine at the Dervishes.
He then reloaded.

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

Sub-Zero bowed his head for a moment in honor of the Black Stig, then threw his ice grenade at one of the dervishes.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

— The Digamma attacking Zeta vanished within the roaring blast of the weapon... Only for the now disengaged genuine Letter to hack at his arm from the right, the ghoulish soldiers focusing their aim but not firing.—

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—Three more dervishes met their fates, chain rattles that sounded somehow like howls of agony heralding their deaths.

The third of the three hit by Rho managed to limp away in time, returning fire alongside two others of its kind whom had arrived to reinforce.

A wounded predator lashed out at Durant's throat with a spiked chain.

The Stig's body twitched, his garments writhing... —

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—The glowing tendrils paused, then began to feel over the darkened laboratory. —

Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?

"Look out!" Michael shoved Durant out of the way, the two of them getting down on the ground.

"I don't like this!!!"

Spriggan switched from his G36C to his Caracal F pistol, moving while firing the pistol at the chain meant for Durant.

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

Sub-Zero took cover, then attempted to freeze the chain headed for Durant.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Bowser came down on the one throwing the chain like the fist of an angry god.

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   "Lambda, it will take me a while to gain control of this place. How long do you think you can hold out?"   

edited 17th Jul '11 9:59:03 PM by Makuta9999

To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up

Chi slammed both blades into one of the dervishes as it tried to attack him. Hope, meanwhile, was blasting them with Fire and Blizzard spells as fast as he could.

edited 18th Jul '11 12:09:48 AM by Deadbeatloser22

"Yup. That tasted purple."

Mason fired off another magazine at the remaining Dervishes and reloaded.

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

Rey scurried to Blink's side, reaching out to put on a hand on her shoulder. "Blink, are you okay?"

Easing back into life one step at a time

"Uh... I'm kinda scared... I lost all my stuff! I can't really do anything against these things," Blink replied. "I don't think punching them would do much..."

The vortigaunt who had been shot succumbed to bloodloss and toppled backwards, dead. The others only briefly acknowledged this. He knew the risk when he came, and there was no time to mourn.

The remaining seven vortigaunts moved into place, setting up a defensive line between the champions and the allied nomads and the remaining dervishes.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

Rey nodded, lifting the crowbar and holding it out to her, smiling some. "Keep this and at least bludgeon anything that comes near you. Stay behind me in the meantime." He drew his sword, glancing over his shoulder at the dervishes, frowning, then picking a dervish and brandishing the weapon, starting to bring up a swirl of shadowstuff around the sword.

Easing back into life one step at a time

While Spriggan moved to fire his pistol at the Dervishes, he was able to get a glance of the Black Stig's corpse.

Did it move?

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

Blink quickly took the crowbar with a brief smile. She was almost thrown off-balance. It was heavier then she thought it would be, but after adjusting her stance a bit she was able to lift and swing it fairly well.

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."