A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

The wyrm's head swept back and forth as it regarded the Champions, snorting and huffing in seeming irritation at the sounds of their voices. Its acid green gaze fell upon the retreating forms of a small feline pulling a red wagon with an even smaller creature inside it, and the beast growled as it began to pad after them. It was not moving quickly by any stretch of the imagination—indeed, the dragon seemed to be stalking Calvin and Hobbes as a cat might stalk a mouse—but thanks to its gargantuan size and great stride it ate up huge swathes of the distance between them with every step.

"Oh, no you don't. Not the kid," Gordon muttered, before firing his RPG at the side of the wyrm, keeping the targetting laser trained on what he assumed was a more vulnerable spot.

"I changed my mind, FASTER!"

"Maybe if you didn't eat cement regularly..."

— Nevertheless, the wagon soon accelerated to a cartoonishly fast speed.—

Meanwhile, Bowser had woken up and had just grabbed the wyrn's tail. He was now attempting to stop it from moving and, possibly, chuck it.

edited 7th Feb '11 9:06:03 AM by Makuta9999

Craft fired a single beam at the wyrm's lower neck, hoping to at least cause some damage to a vital part of its' body.

The wyrm drew to a halt as Gordon's rocket struck it in the side, turning to fix its gaze on the physicist with a growl. One of its six eyes rolled back to look at Bowser, clinging tenaciously to its tail, and it snorted in anger. The beast lifted its tail clean off the ground and flicked it sharply to one side, a sonic boom accompanying the sudden motion as Bowser was sent flying in Gordon's direction.

When Craft's blast struck it in the throat, the great beast staggered and coughed. Thick clouds of an acrid blue smoke billowed from its mouth, causing its eyes to water as they wafted upward, and it scratched at the burn mark on its neck as though trying to remove a bur.

edited 7th Feb '11 9:13:24 AM by SullenFrog

Gordon hit the deck, hoping that Bowser would simply fly over his head.

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Meanwhile, Blink was focused on the wyrm itself. It was big enough that she needed a few moments, for what she was going to try and do, and she wanted to make sure that she could teleport it high enough that the fall would kill it.

Clubs Deuce panicked. He was flipping the fuck out, until he remembered he had some C4 with him. He got the C4 under his hat and chucked it at the wyrm.

The Doctor leans back. "Hey Dis if you can hear me know that the next practice shouldn't be able to kill them."

He sips his drink. "Say is this a Pina Colada?"

Taking full advantage of all the distractions, Vezon had an idea. He quickly thought up a chain dangling on the wall, and yanked it off. "Dun da dun da daaa!" He sang as he clambered onto the Wyrm's back.

Seeing that his plan was apparently working - or, at least, making the beast halt its' attack - Craft took aim again and fired.

Naoto pulled out her pistol and aimed it at the Wyrm. A glowing blue card appeared in front of her card as she pulled the trigger. There was the sound of shatter glass as Sukuna-Hikona appeared in front of her. He zoomed over to the Wyrm and focused his energy. An orb of energy appeared above the wyrm before firing a blast down at it.

The C4 landed on the arena floor, just beneath one of its forepaws. It exploded just as the wyrm set its foot down, causing it to recoil with a pained bellow. The enormous beast backed up, placing most of its weight on the other three legs as it did so, and thus Craft's laser struck one of its scales rather than its vulnerable throat.

This caused the laser to bounce off, and begin riccocheting around the arena. Then Naoto's Persona connected with its attack, and it snarled angrily. The dragon reared up on its hind legs and flapped its mighty wings once in a surprisingly powerful motion, kicking up a sudden and massive gale. Ravage, who had been about to fire off a shot at the thrashing monster's eye, found himself being swept up in the powerful wind and getting blown across the arena; he tumbled across the ground and was forced to dig his claws into the earth in order to prevent being blown clear out of the colosseum, though he still left a trail of long, deep furrows in the organic-looking floor before the gale abated.

It gave no indication that it was aware of Vezon's presence

—By the gale the wagon was sent flying into the stands, bouncing off the stairs until somehow it started speeding along them.—

"YOU'RE NOT SO TOUGH, YOU BIG DANG LIZARD!"

Grimacing, Craft dashed against the wind, allowing himself to stay in place - although it meant he could not fire his weapon.

Vezon climbed the wyrm's back as in flapped its grate wings. Before long, he found a spot on the beast's neck where he could stand, and flung the end of his chain with all his might. The protosteel lasso flew through the air like a ravenous dementor, and encircled the beast's muzzle. As soon as the loop neared the leviathans neck, Vezon pulled it tight with a deft jerk.

edited 7th Feb '11 9:30:09 AM by LizardOfAus

Gordon, who was already flat against the ground, avoided being picked up by the gale. He started to get up once it had passed, his RPG laser hovering over the head of the wyrm.

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Blink teleported, reappearing on the stands. "Nu-uh, not gonna take me down that easy, you big stupid karim!"

Her focus shifted to the wyrm again, she had to make sure she could take it high enough...

The wyrm snorted in anger as the chain looped around its muzzle, and it tried to snap the links by opening its mouth. This did not work, however, so when Vezon jerked it to one side the beast's head turned with the chain. In retaliation, it dropped back down to all fours—favouring its injured paw—and whipped its head sharply to the other side in an attempt to dislodge ths Skakdi with the ensuing whiplash.

"Will you hold still?! If I can make friends with with Kardas, I can make friends with you." Vezon held on tight, while swaying side to side and coming dangerously close to being catapulted off.

Then Clubs Deuce took out his Tommy gun and began firing at the wyrm.

Most of Clubs' fire struck the wyrm's metallic scales and bounced off harmlessly, but a few of them hit areas where the dragon's hide was not as thick, drawing pained hisses from the great beast. It reached up with one paw, intending to swat Vezon from the back of its head.

Ravage, who had recovered at this point, took aim at one of the dragon's six eyes and waited for it to calm down; if he fired now, he would only miss the thrashing wyrm and waste a valuable shot.

The paw met it's mark, and Vezon lost his balance and fell from the Wyrm's shoulder. This should have been the end of it, except that one way or another Vezon's arm was tangled in the chain, meaning he now dangled from the beast's head, in the line of fire, in a very uncomfortable position.

Craft similarly waited for an opportunity to fire at the neck, the flickering red aiming laser holding steadily as it could over the wyrm's body.

Bowser went flying into the arena wall.

This of course, made him angry.

Then most of the arena came down on top of him.

"This is where the fun begins..." With this, Galen ran unnaturally fast towards the Wyrm's south end. He stopped there, and Force Lightning erupted from his fingers, arcing toward the beast.