A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Two more mags to go for my G36K."

Spriggan counted the mags left on his vest when he reloaded, firing at more of the Synths coming at him.

"I take it back! These guys are really, really worse than the North Koreans!"

Jack continued his fight, back to back with Kimimaro. The other man's bone blades seemed incredibly effective against their attackers. Even so, his arrival had only slowed their upward pace, not stopped it. At some point they would run out of room and then it would become a test of endurance. Unless...an idea struck him. They could begin it early and instead of a fortress, build a wall around the corridor entrance.

"Do you think we can fight downwards?" he yelled to his ally. "Towards the entrance to the next room?"

edited 15th Mar '11 8:22:13 PM by RedCedar

Rey engaged one synth as it came up, kicking it away, blasting it with shadowstuff, panting. Though he'd been almost completely paled before, color was returning to his skin, the red glow in his eyes was fading out. Now that his face was exposed, it was apparent that he'd lost a few of the earrings that normally were there, his ear was bleeding. He simply turned his attention from throwing shadowstuff around to punching and kicking...fortunately the others were holding off the majority of the synths and he was only having to catch the ones who managed to squeeze through.

"Keep going, guys, don't give up yet! We're going to win this!"

Kimimaro nodded and formed a series of close-combat spikes jutting out from his forearms, in addition to his six longer blades. The black symbol on his chest glowed and began to grow and spread outward; soon his entire body was covered in the black line-like markings, and those who could sense it would notice the huge jump in his energy signature.

"Ready when you are, Jack-san."

edited 15th Mar '11 8:25:51 PM by DKN117

Stop gasping and MOVE, Human!

—The Turian alternated between shooting the synths point-blank in the face and gutting them with his scimitar, letting his armour and barriers take the blows. Every once in a while he would force everything in a three meter radius away from him using a shockwave, then leap back into the fray.—

Yuuka impaled a hand synth that had the unfortunate honor of nearly breaking the line with her free hand and flung it at the masses with deadly force, knocking over a hunter and a few surrounding synths in the process. She raised her parasol and fired a laser, cutting a small swath in the horde.

The attack was futile, as the gap only filled in seconds. Before a hunter could draw in closer, it's "eye" was impaled by a parasol's tip. Before it could even think of struggling, its insides were swathed in white, searing light that leaked from the crevices. The legs slackened ineffectually as the synth's inner organics were incinerated. The surrounding Combine didn't suffer deaths quite as quickly, as the were all beaten mercilessly by a pink blur- krracks and gurgling noises chaining ceaselessly.

Jack returned the nod. The ebb and flow of battle had long ago become second nature to him. In just a moment, there would be a slight ease in the waves of attackers. Closer...closer...it was here!

"Now!" he shouted, and put his waning reserves of energy into a burst of frenzied effort to break free of the encirclement and move towards the doorway that Rey was holding.

"I'm doing all I can back here, Saren! I'm not as strong as the rest of you! I shouldn't be able to do this much!"

Rey was obviously getting out of breath, but kept going, seeing Jack and Kimimaro looked to be up to something.

Combine pour in even more, hooting Hunters leaping for the most dangerous of the champions.

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Gordon pushed himself further. He had to move as fast as he could, even on his hands and knees. The pain wracking his body was intense, excruciating. The heat was killing him. But he couldn't stop, couldn't rest. He pushed himself forward... and slide onto his stomach, sputtering and coughing.

"No... I have to do this..." he growled. He dragged himself forward. The outer plating of the H.E.V suit was now white hot, but he ignored it, pressing on.

Bowser was now blocking the convection hallway with his massive bulk, still raining fire down on the Combine forces. He could continue this all day, but time wasn't on his, or the rest of the Champions, side. He was seriously considering shrinking himself down so he could fit in the hallway, then run after Gordon so he could pick him up and get him to the Central Control Chamber, thanks to his near immunity to heat.

Only problem that was preventing him from outright doing so was the massive amount of Combine that was still pouring in. If he began to use his magic to shrink himself, they may then just skip everyone else and aim at him, due to not being able to do much more than that for a few seconds. But a few seconds may be all that they need...

"Gordon, if you need help, just say so!"

Kimimaro charged at the same time as Jack did. At this moment - in the thick of a most hectic battle, wading through hordes of mindless enemies - Kimimaro felt oddly at peace inside. This was his true element; he did not share the rampant bloodlust that had claimed most of his now-dead clan, but he still lived for the thrill of the fight. This was the most fun he'd had in ages. With every single movement, more and more Combine joined the ranks of the dead. His speed and strength further boosted by the Cursed Seal's power, he was the eye, and his blades were the unstoppable storm.

"Dammit!"

Spriggan felt his eyes were getting tired as he aimed the EOTech sight down on any Synths coming in. When the Hunters made its appearance, the TGS agent lobbed in one of the last frag grenades and waited for more Hunters to appear before he shot it to destroy them.

"When will this ever end?!"

Jack slowly made his fighting retreat towards the entrance. It was costing him dearly, but it seemed to be working!

"Everyone, fall back!" he bellowed, to be heard over the thunderous din of the fight. "Fall back to the entrance! We stand there! We hold them there!"

He was amazed at his ally's vast increase in strength. Kimimaro was doing more of the work than he was, that incredible ki aura resonating with power. When the challenge was over, he would have to speak about that. But for now, they would survive.

"They'll never stop, Spriggan!" Rey called out, voice wavering slightly. "They won't stop until NNNGH!!"

One of the humanoid synths had made it past, and despite his best efforts at it, it had scored a heavy blow into his ribs, knocking him off his feet and to the ground with a nasty cracking sound. The synth reared over him, drawing back a bladed limb to strike again.

Lux had by now just about run dry. She retreated to well behind the Goliath to catch her breath and recover for a moment, holding two synths with Light Binding when they attempted to follow her. She activated her lightsaber and cut them cleanly in half. The effectiveness of the weapon both amazed and pleased her at once

Feeling a bit restored, she moved towards the two swordsmen from the Goliath. She bound and dismembered some synths blocking her way, and scaled the side. She shielded them before reaching them, and cutting her own swath to them, called out. "I will assist your retreat! I'm new to this swordfighting, I'll probably die here, but I'll take enough of them with me!" The glowing blade bit into more synths, biomechanical limbs falling to the floor to be trampled by more, still-attached ones.

edited 15th Mar '11 8:42:47 PM by SOCR

"Rey!"

Spriggan saw the Synth knock out the wrestler. He got prone and fired the assault rifle at its back, hoping to kill it.

The synth shrieked at the shot, turning towards Spriggan and staggering back towards him, a rather nasty mechanical shriek coming from it.

Rey winced, starting to try and get onto his hands and knees, clutching at his ribs. "Fucker...I've...I've been hit harder than that..."

Flechettes whirred through the air like so many angry wasps as the Flower Youkai skillfully weaved, ducked, and turned to avoid the increasing hunters' fire. A few nicked her at the arms, leaving cuts in the -formerly- pristine white blouse.

With every movement, Yuuka struck-with every strike, a pink blur shattered a synth open- with every dying cyborg, there was the unsettling noise of its death cry. Soon enough, a fixed length of white light joined in with the pink blur, adding a singing sizzle to the cacophony of battle. Combine were sliced clean through, battered, and flung at walls.

"No problem! We're all in the same boat!"

Spriggan fired his sidearm at the Synth, emptying its magazine. Some of the flechettes landed near him but so far, he was not hurt.

The synth fell backwards from the assault and didn't move again.

Rey grunted and managed to roll himself to the side to avoid the flechettes, ending up against the wall, then stayed there, face down, slapping a hand seemingly involuntarily against the floor for a moment before using to wall to try and haul himself to his feet again.

Kimimaro continued carving through Synths like a heated-to-white-hot knife through already-melting butter. He quickly reached the designated point, slowing down a bit to assist Jack.

Spriggan rolled on his back, reloading his sidearm and holstered it before he took out the sawed off Norinco YL-1887L shotgun, which he placed on his left hip at the last minute after cleaning it back at the armory and secured it via velcro restraints and fired it at any Synth that got close.

edited 15th Mar '11 8:57:35 PM by Ominae

More and more combine poured in. There was no end to the synths, and they were completely and utterly relentless and coordinated.

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Gordon dragged himself along the ground, leaving a trail of molten rubber as portions of his suit melted away, leaving only the white-hot metal behind. Every movement was arduous, and Gordon's body was stricken with pain unlike he had ever felt before. It was... impossible. The door was ahead, so close, but so far away. The sheer agony wracking Gordon's body prevented more then a little movement.

His motions slowed, as he gasped. He could barely move, his body was burning. He would die in this chamber. He would fail.

Gordon moved no more. He laid there for a moment, accepting his fate... and then a thought occured to him.

"... Al... Al... Alyx... for... Alyx..."

Gordon moved a hand forward, and dragged himself further with it. Little by little, he crawled towards the door. The superportal was nearly charged.

The doors slide open in front of Gordon, and he crawled through into the reactor chamber.

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A new kind of Combine entered the vast room, flying above the combat. A barrage of mental attacks struck the champions, as the sluglike Advisors attacked.

Rey managed to drag himself back to his feet, panting and wincing at a coppery taste. He shook his head though, looking up, seeing the Advisors, and doing what he could...telling the others what he knew. He pointed with the hand not resting on his ribcage.

"Those things...kill those first if you can...they're the leaders...don't let them grab you!"

Kimimaro shrugged off the Advisors' psychic attack; Orochimaru had trained him to have a powerful mind as well as a powerful body. In-between gutting Synths, he aimed at what looked like an Advisor's head and fired five finger-bullets.