The Twilight Of The Gods

The Shocker Rider was now in the house and saw Megan, now a werewolf.

"TOH!" He shouted, executed a running jump kick at her towards the head.

Berserker took the bolt head on, and it managed to blast him off the machine. He landed with a dull thud, and was back on his feet in an instant. The blasts from the Guard Armor slammed into his back, and he whirled, focus now on the mutated monster and he charged, seemingly to ignore the flames and electricity, despite it searing his flesh as he bore down. He had been knocked clear of Daido.

The Zip Slashes found something out. The Lancer class is noted for its speed and agility…which resulted in both of the spear wielding warriors to charge in amongst them and stab and dart away, making it look so damn easy it was almost insulting.

“Is this all that they’ve got?” Said the one holding the single red spear.

“Where’s Gilgamesh? I can’t see him.” Said the other.

The male Caster was in trouble, the gravity magic was completely unexpected and it pinned him to the floor. As he struggled to get to his feet, yet another being emerged.

Gilgamesh had thought long and hard about facing this one again. Although his abilities made him very annoying, he decided to do it again, if for no other reason than to take revenge on this mongrel for damaging his beautiful Vimana.

This was a knight, dressed in dark blue armor. Almost black armor. His face could not be seen for the helmet he wore, but he didn’t need his face exposed.

Having two Berserker’s in the room had been a problem. Both Caster’s had needed to hide the others from them so that they wouldn’t have a constant brawl going.

Berserker, henceforth referred to as the Black Knight, didn’t wait for anything. He charged past the male Caster, ignoring him as he was no threat. He kept charging…and then leaped through the air, drawing his sword from his back as he descended in a strike meant to tear Daido in half.

Medea was using all her fight abilities to avoid the incoming spells, forgoing returning fire to gain more altitude, still a few spells smashed against her shields.

The owner of the two daggers on chains turned out to be a woman, with long light purple hair. She was dressed in a sort of dress, leaving her shoulders exposed and boots that ran up her legs. But the most notable thing was the blindfold she wore, covering her eyes. But it seemed she was still able to see, as she easily dodge and backflipped over various attacks, as she closed in…apparently selected a new opponent…the rather fat animal directing these monsters.

From behind Pete, suddenly from the shadows, a pair of figures leapt into existence. Both had blades in their hands, and skull masks on their faces as they lunged at him.

Gilgamesh leapt from the roof of the house and landed not far from Malefiecent and Megatron. He glared at the building.

“I believe they have served their purpose. And I tired of these…mongrels…Time to End things.”

Gilgamesh took one step forward, his hand reaching for something in the Gate of Babylon. A weird energy started to circle his hand, foreign, and unknown…

Daido grabbed the sword with one of his hands. He leaped and kicked the Berserker in the gut. When he landed on the ground he would roll away.

A thick and solid wall of fire errupted entirely around Pete, as hot as any forge, Pete was protected from the flames by his possession of the Amulet. Desperatly, the amulet planted suggestion after suggestion in Pete's mind, "This must be that necklass thingie I picked up protectin' me, as the fire don't see all that hot. Somethin' must be behind old Pete tryin' to get the jump on me."

When the flames erupted around Pete, at first he was panicking. "WHOA, where did these flames come from?!?" Then he saw the shadow thing trying to get him. "What IS that?!" he said. "That can't be a Heartless!" And then a thought. "Say, that thing was trying ta get the drop on me!" He then looked at the amulet. "And this necklace thing is actually protectin' me!" The fat cat evilly smiled. "Oh, let's see what this puppy can REALLY do! HA HA!!"

He willed the necklace is fire off more blasts of dark magic....

A couple of Zip Slashers were killed by the two lancers, but they still manage to become quite the nuisance due their greater skill and speed then the other Armored Heartless as well as the large number of them. Suddenly three of them were struck by the amulet's energies, turning there armor jet black while making the blue lines over the exposed parts glow to a neon brightness. These three not only had greater speed boosts that bordered teleportation, but the edge of there blades became acidic, allowing them to cut through most objects like air. The powered up Zip Slasher charged at the Lancers with greater ferocity then the nonpowered ones.

Meanwhile two of the Morning Stars finally reached the Lancers and started to throw punches at them with hands of spiked wrecking balls. Despite being huge targets, the Lancers would find these Armor Heartless to be EXTREMELY durable.....

The male caster was still pinned down by the gravity spells as the Air Battlers started to divebomb him like eagle catching fish out of the water, but with spiked metal fists instead of talons.

Meanwhile, the wizards and the Bookmaster pursued Medea, continuing to throw their spells upon her.

The chained dagger wielder suddenly found herself having to leap backwards as something fell from the sky and landed in between her and Pete, creating a large crater and miniature seismic event. Out of the smoke came one of the Morning Stars, but its was colored neon toxic green with jet black lines, and covered in sharper, far more spikes then its brethren, the spikes themselves blood red. Having been hit by the amulet's dark energies, not only was this Heartless' physical attack was boosted, but it was gained the speed and agility of an Olmpic gymnast, as the Rider found out first hand when the Morning Star did forward flips towards her, leaped into the air, and pirouetted, replacing its regular arms for glowing green spiked ball and falling towards her for a crushing spin attack.

edited 6th Apr '11 5:45:43 PM by UdtheImp

As Hercules charged forth, the Guard Armore shot out one of its fists to strike at the Berserker. Due to its powered up state, the Boss Heartless' limbs were far more durable then before, and its physical power far greater as well.....

Azula had taken a seat on the far wall, holding a box of what looked like some sort of small red flakes, nibbling at them as she simply watched the mayhem in silence, occasionally kicking away any debris that came her way, but otherwise not commenting.

-The two Kryptonians dodged the fireballs aimed their way with incredible speed-

Azula got up, working her way around the fighting and over to where the two strangers were, standing next to the woman, offering her the box of flakes. "So...you are allies of the General as well?"

-the female glanced suspiciously at the box, taking nothing-

"We serve him too, yes... you are the human called Azula?"

Azula shrugged slightly, taking the box back and flicking a few pieces into her mouth. "I am. I must say I find the General to be far and away the best choice of a leader in this band of fools and morons."

-the female nodded enthusiastically-

"Yes, none of them will prove more than a distractio to him! This-"

-she indicated the huge silent male-

"-is Non, and I am Ursa."

Azula had been faintly smiling, more or less her usual smirk, as she'd conversed with the female.

When the woman gave her name, something nearly imperceptible flickered across Azula's face. Though her smile didn't so much as flinch, her eyes widened ever so slightly, and even without even a bit more motion, it was as though her expression had gone from mostly ordinary to something...dangerous.

The only real tell of a change was the box in her hand suddenly compacted tightly in her fist, as though the pressure on it had increased greatly, and when she spoke, her words were excessively light and cheerful.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught that. What did you say your name was?"

"My name is Ursa. Does that have some sort of significance?"

Azula dropped the box of flakes to the ground, a rather unnerving grin coming to her face. "NO..." she said, voice still unnaturally cheerful. "No, no. Of course not. Of course not. Might I ask where you are from?"

Azula's dropped bag of flakes was snatched in the air by a tiny little hand as Flandre looked at it. She took a bite to figure out what it was. She was getting pretty hungry after all. Her red-haired companion followed the little vampire about, looking pretty confused.

"We... we are both native to the planet Krypton, as is the General."

Her face remained the same, even as a faint warble was creeping into her voice. "Is that so? You've never heard of the Fire Nation, then?"

"We observed you mentioning it multiple times. I assume it is your place of origin."

"And so it's not your's, then, is it?" Azula was flexing her hands slightly, slight sparks of flame bursting around them as she did.

As soon as Berserker was knocked off the machine, Robotnik ejected and made a run for it.

-Ursa raised an eyebrow-

"I just stated my home planet, did I not?"

"Of course. Of course. You did." She started to walk away, her hands going to grip her bangs as she went. "Of course. Ursa. Of course."

-Confused by this behaviour, Ursa turned to Non with a quizzical expression, who merely shrugged-

edited 6th Apr '11 7:28:57 PM by Vox

The eight foot tall Throne of Bone continued it's ramapage. Trying to stomp on any variety of things with it's sharp and spindly legs while roaring silently, like furniture, comupters, the Yerks, a dvd collection, a small bag of chips, a waffle iron, and most specifically a very small orphanage before finally hearing the weak call of it's master to come and stomp on various other things in the general direction of the battle.

It inclined, launching itself into the brawl with the heartless and their enemies. However, it was not strickly on anyones side. It spent equal energy launching fireballs at heartless and at the Lancers, who it was trying to step on with any of it's six very sharp legs.