A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

Sub-Zero tried once again to launch a continuous freezing blast. This time, he aimed where Hope was aiming.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

— The gilded concept-made-flesh tilted his head to the side, letting the silver rays burn through his cowl while leaving his skin mildly singed.

The hand that had killed Phi glimmered red, extending into the power lines of his arm. That hand snatched the crowbar from the air, gold blood with white flecks dripping down from it.—

You Were The Boy Who Finally Decided To Never Run Away. Hohohohohoh...

—The crowbar streaked back at the one whom threw it, boosted on a roaring blast of plasma.—

An Inspiring Story... Too Bad You Let Your Personal, insect Problems Affect Your Job.

—His revolving scythe caught the King of the Koopas by his taloned toes, whereupon the giant reptile was flung with the force of a cannonball for Lambda.

Narumi's punisher rounds slammed into his cavernous chest cavity, and while they knocked the entity back some, they didn't have an effect beyond that. The baleful gaze of the all-seeing eye rested on him. —

Count Up My Crimes, Will You, insect? What About Your Own, Hmm? The Crime Of Revolting Against Your Betters.

— Helmet or no, the coming mock shellburst would hurt all the same. The rictus widened as the eye shifted to look at Chi. Just as he was about to speak, though, the Master Sword sank into the deity's back, causing him to hiss... And slam his elbow into the Hylian's ribs with enough force to crack bones.—

Justice? For Great Justice? Really?

—The scythe slammed into the floor again, sending another plasmatic shockwave at Rho and the Challengers, further ruining the floor beyond hope of repair. The ice and fire attacks began to severely damage the remaining folds of clothing around his back, but didn't do much more.

In the meantime, the Militantiaries threw off their paralysis and swarmed the Vortigaunts, laying into them with bayonets and rifle butts. Mason would find, as well, that his movements were getting jerkier by the second. —

edited 20th Jul '11 11:48:06 AM by Colonial1.1

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

The vortigaunts fought back, hard. They used their own bodies to channel lightining, burning through swarming militantiaries. But they couldn't keep it up for long. One by one, the aliens fell.

The second to last vortugaunt toppled, headless, to the ground, leaving on remaining, injured.

He took several retreating steps back, channeling green energy in his hands.

"We came here knowing we would die," he said. "That the cost of battle would rob us of life. But I will not allow us to die without bringing our foes with us. Good bye, champions and nomads."

The vortigaunt shut his large, red eyes, and a green aura of cracling energy suffused its body. He jerked and lightining cast itself down, out of his chest and arms, crackling and striking militantiaries as the closed in. He was channeling far too much energy to contain.

All at once, a wave of green lightining exploded from the vortigaunt's body, destroying in. The wave rushed over the militantiaries.

Blink took a step back. How had she done that? What was going on?

She looked at her hands. Very faintly, she could see red, blue, and purple lines hovering above them. Whatever was happening... it had given her power. She didn't realize where this power was coming from...

But she was going to use it.

There was a crack, and she reappeared beside Digamma's head. Before she could fall, she drove her fist forward, trying to strike the nomad's head. If it hit, it would hit with a power equal to that of a freight train.

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

Rey stayed back...but he was swirling up more and more shadowstuff building up on the sword. His skin, where it was visible, was paling dramatically, and his eyes were glowing brighter than ever, it seemed as though he were drawing up more and more shadowstuff, preparing to launch it straight for Digamma.

Easing back into life one step at a time

Iota managed to catch Bowser before he hit Lambda, before throwing him back at Digamma. Bowser was not happy about this.

At this point, Iota finished gathering energy and power, and a scythe of his own. Gripping it like he knew how to use it from heart, he sent an invisible slice of air at the militaries.

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

Lambda twisted to one side, causing Bowser to narrowly missing slamming into the argent deity as he sailed past him to strike the floor beyond. Without missing a beat the silver Nomad then began to stride towards Digamma, his movements relatively slow at first but rapidly increasing in speed and agility as he grew accustomed to the weight and heft of his divine armour.

Even as he made his approach, the silver beams he had fired a moment earlier made an impossibly sharp, one-hundred-and-eighty degree turn and streaked towards Digamma, curving around Link to leave the Hero of Time unharmed before they slammed into the golden Reaper's back at the exact point where the Zyxaxyz had branded the gilt Nomad with the glyph of Lambda during their earlier battle.

"I see my creation left its mark on you, Digamma," Lambda remarked casually, swinging his massive blade towards his golden adversary from above and to the left as though to cleave deeply into the scythe-wielding Nomad's shoulder. This was little more than a feint, however, for at the last second the argent deity pulled himself into a positively cyclonic spin in the opposite direction, causing the blade to arc towards Digamma's right hip; the heavy sword released a monstrously powerful and tightly focused shockwave, ensuring that even if the blade itself did not connect with Digamma, the force of the blow would still slam him into the nearest wall with planet-cracking force.

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Rho, for her part, leapt into the air to avoid the shockwave and brought her labrys down on the broken ground with a mighty roar, striking the sundered marble with such force that a deep fissure spread outward from the point of impact.

In response to this, a crackling cross of red-tinged black light erupted from the floor directly in the path Digamma would take should he be picked up and flung backwards by Lambda's shockwave; exposure to this darkness, which seemed to suck all the heat and colour from its immediate surroundings, would almost certainly be bad for the golden Reaper.

The Danse Macabre Codex

Narumi was pushed back by the shellburst, knocking him to the ground with a large spark on his helmet. His hat was also knocked off as he fell. As Narumi got up and picked up his hat, his helmet lost its shiny gleam and is back to it's dull gunmetal gray, complete with the S-crack. Part of Narumi's helmet was broken as well, exposing his eye and part of his face. "I judge people all the same. Superiors, Inferiors, doesn't matter. Everyone counts up their sins. Including me. Your status as a Nomad doesn't make you exempt from judgment. It only shortens its inevitability." Narumi said as he takes the memory out of the Magnum and onto his Maximum Slot at the side of his belt.

SKULL! MAXIMUM DRIVE!

The image of a purple skull appears in front of Skull. He jumped up, the skull following it as Narumi kicked the Skull at Digamma. For good measure, Narumi pressed the Maximum Slot. He then extended is left foot as he descended upon Digamma in a Rider Kick, glowing purple.

edited 20th Jul '11 12:40:07 PM by Psyga315

"Last mags."

Spriggan gave one of his last box magazine for the K3 to Michael while he reloaded his G36C for the last time.

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

"Hey there, Rho. Long time no see!" One of the Zetas said. Digamma managed to take out a couple of them, but there were still several left standing. One of them stepped forward and reached behind his back. He pulled out what looked like a hammer fused with a revolver◊ and raised it above his head. He swung it down on to the group and send a wave of explosive energy right at the golden reapers.

Some of the other Zetas went over to help fight off the militantries. They each pulled out their own Gauss guns and started to open fire on the soldiers.

Ghhaaaaaaahhhh...

—

Though the strike from Xi Blink only nicked the elder deity's skull, and the strike from Narumi was a mere jab by comparison in power, they were enough to knock his trajectory awry when Lambda landed his own blow. Digamma was sent hurtling to the left and upward, stopping himself by slamming his open palm into the wall. The entire room shook, and that wall broke into an immense spiderweb of cracks and fissures.—

Taking Cues From The Lord Of Apokolips, Are You kid? Fitting.

—The wall became a white-hot mass of molten material under the god's hand, then exploded out and down at the Challengers and Nomads across the chamber.

While most of the ghoulish soldiers had fallen, the remainder turned on Zeta's copies with grenades, machine cannons, and not a small number of slashing fibres.—

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

Sub-Zero took this as an opportunity. He redirected his freezing blast. Even if it only struck Digamma for a fraction of a second, it would freeze him. The longer the stream kept up, the more of Digamma could be frozen permanently.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Mason felt what was happening to him.
"You don't get it do you Digamma? You have two options open to you, surrender, or die. I don't care what you do to me. I don't care what you do to everyone else. Death comes to everyone in the fucking end. But every fibre of our beings will fight you, will resist you. You're outnumbered, outmatched, outgunned. We have been trying to escape and kill all the Nomads in our way. Today's the day we succeed. You can turn my dead allies against me. You can turn soldiers like me against me. Hell, you've turned my fucking uniform against me! BUT I WILL NOT SURRENDER! WE WILL NOT SURRENDER! WE WILL KILL YOU AND BE FREE! OR WE WILL DIE TRYING!"
At this point, Mason stripped to his underwear and boots, and lit the uniform on fire. Changing the magazine, he began firing at Digamma, not stopping until 5 magazines had been sent Digamma's way.

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

Sub-Zero looked over at Mason and raised an eyebrow.

"What, are you going to disturb him so much he kills himself?" he called to Mason, still firing the freezing blast from his hand. Then, he dodged the molten material. He had to stop his freezing blast for a moment, but he quickly resumed it once he was safely out of the way.

edited 20th Jul '11 3:11:20 PM by TestYourMight

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

The Doctor blinks as he moves away from the wall. "Erasing that from my memory..."

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

-Isaac goes undergound.-

"Shut up and fight!"

Rey leapt upwards at last, raising the sword over his head. The entire length of it was completely black with the swirling shadowstuff he'd conjured, and he jumped up and back, hitting a spot on the wall, kicking off of it, just before it could go off, propelling himself more upwards to get himself some extra height, gaining a clearer shot, swinging the sword towards Digamma, sending the blast of shadowstuff rocketing at the Nomad.

edited 20th Jul '11 3:15:31 PM by MystyGlyttyr

Easing back into life one step at a time

With a bang, Blink vanished. She reappeared out of the way of the masonry, and to the side, staring at her hands. They glowed now, with red, blue, and purple lines, while the rest of her stayed normal.

She didn't know what was happening, but she still needed to kill Digamma. She needed a weapon.

On que, a long naginata formed in her hands, glowing with the same colors as the light lines.

For a few moments, she stared at it in shock, before looking up at Digamma.

"... I'm going to kill you, you bastard," she said, swinging the weapon to the side.

edited 20th Jul '11 3:19:05 PM by AnnoR

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

"He's gone mental!"

Spriggan rushed in and fired his G36C in full automatic still at Digamma. He moved carefully, even slowly if he had to to avoid being burned.

edited 20th Jul '11 3:25:04 PM by Ominae

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

One of the advantages to being small is being fast as well. Chi dodged between the falling masses of molten debris and made to strike at Digamma again.

"Yup. That tasted purple."

This post has been thumped by the god of Judo.

edited 20th Jul '11 3:19:11 PM by TestYourMight

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Mason was dodging the Masonry as well.

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

Digamma's elbow would collide with the edge of the Master Sword.

Forced down to one knee by the impact, yet still somehow managing to hold his ground, Link looked up at the embodiment of Cost, and hissed out in a strained yet still plainly audible voice, "What do you think?"

"Of course."

"You may try to slay us all, Digamma. You can kill us all, and continue with whatever plan you have in your twisted mind."

"But I tell you the truth - Even if you grind our bones to dust and scatter them to the wind -"

"I, for one, will never stop fighting."

The insignia on his left hand began to pulsate and glow, as if in agreement with his words.

"None of us will."

"Ever."

And with that, he darted aside, allowing Digamma's elbow to lurch towards the ground, and once again attempted to smash the Blade of Evil's Bane into the same spot on the Reaper's back.

edited 20th Jul '11 3:31:27 PM by troydenite

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

"Link!" yelled Sub-Zero. "Get outta there! Do you want to die?"

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"He probably means it!"

Spriggan yelled, remembering the Kori Sword Sub-Zero gave him. He had kept it at his back for the duration until now.

"May not work right now..."

He hurled it with his free hand after he temporarily stopped firing his compact assault rifle at Digamma.

edited 20th Jul '11 3:49:11 PM by Ominae

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

As it had so many times before, a scintillating wall of concentric silver octagons sprang up before Lambda to protect him from the incoming torrent of molten masonry. Something was different this time, however; unlike previous instances, the argent deity had not bothered to raise his hand in order to conjure this defensive barrier, and the octagons themselves seemed far more vibrant, as if something had served to bolster their power and durability.

"What works, works," the silver Nomad replied, his barrier stopping the scalding wave of slag and holding it in place in marked defiance of the laws of physics. "I don't pretend to be an angel, Digamma—not in the metaphorical sense, at least; it simply happens that today, I'm on the side of the angels."

As he spoke, forked tongues of argent electricity gamboled and coruscated across the immobilized molten metal, destroying it right down to the subatomic level; by the time he had fallen silent, not so much as a single droplet of the stuff remained to mar his now-opaque, oscillating octagonal shield. The barrier then fragmented and collapsed like a piece of shattering glass, revealing that Lambda was no longer there; where he had been standing, a flat disk of absolute blackness rapidly shrank down into nothingness, as though he had dropped through a portal of some kind.

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Rho, for her part, had taken shelter by the black cross when Digamma had attempted to flood the ballroom with molten metal; the ominous pillar of dark energy leeched the heat right out of the incoming slag flow within a twenty-foot radius of itself, turning whatever came within that distance into brittle formations of supercooled rock.

Purple light flared and crackled about the head of her labrys as the violent Nomad once again began to charge up some manner of powerful attack...

The Danse Macabre Codex