Bowser grunted as he heard the explosions echoing through the passage way. Sounded like they found the Boss of this place. Might as well help them if he came across them.
Magma Chamber, Right Lane...
By this point, the ability-nullifying effects of Malzahar's earlier attack had worn off, as Kassadin had just so eloquently demonstrated; now Hellboy, Xigbar and Archer would be able to respond to this threat properly. As such, Archer's reinforcement of his legs was successful, and Cho'Gath howled in rage as the arrows of the heroic spirit struck its face; some bounced off the abomination's chitinous armour, and at least two were intercepted and knocked aside by a chance movement of one of the monstrosity's enormous upper limbs, but the remainder punctured Cho'Gath's armoured epidermis and sank deep into the flesh beneath...and while apparently not enough to fell the monster just yet, the barrage had succeeded in injuring it greatly nonetheless.
Ironically, Cho'Gath found itself unable to respond in kind, for the wave of Void energy which Kassadin had unleashed upon it prevented the chitinous horror from using its own powers. This realization made the beast angrier, and it howled once more in mounting frustration.
Central Lane...
Now that he was clear of Nocturne's reach, Swain allowed himself a moment to assess the situation. Three of his compatriots seemed to have the situation well in hand at the moment, attacking Nocturne simultaneously and at range; and while their offensive was hardly well-coordinated, at least two of them had the sense to stay back and attack at range. After all, the Eternal Nightmare was limited to direct attacks made in close-quarters, and when kept at bay at a distance like this their foe's combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. He was still putting up a fight, to be sure—Nocturne had thrown up a shield to nullify the blast from Jak's Peace Maker, using the pilfered electrical energy to drastically increase his attack speed as he slashed violently at the small whelp who dared to face the living nightmare directly—but all in all, the outcome of that particular contest was not in doubt, and for the moment intervention on Swain's part was unnecessary.
The Noxian general turned to affix his gaze on Kog'Maw then, and the armoured creature presently being savaged by the voracious terror's caustic vomit. It seemed highly unlikely that the being would survive such an assault, and for a moment Swain gave consideration to the benefits of allowing the warrior to die at Kog'Maw's 'hands'; doubtless he was teetering on his last legs from the mauling he had received earlier from Nocturne, and this barrage of putrid gastric juice would only hasten him along towards his inevitable demise. Eventually, however, Swain decided against it; after all, the alien warrior was of more use alive and fighting than as an unreclaimed corpse, and such a valuable resource must not be squandered so easily—only when it was spent utterly would it be permissable to cast it aside, and no sooner.
To that end, the Noxian general began to draw deeply upon his internal mana reserves in preparation for rescuing Saren. A hissing, spitting ball of viridian flame and gas flared into existence within the palm of his free hand, and Swain immediately hurled this deadly orb of sorcerous fire towards Kog'Maw with a skill and accuracy born of many years of experience. More potent and destructive than his regular fireballs, and larger to boot, this searing orb of green flame was crafted to set opponents ablaze with its eldritch embers, burning their bodies for a time and rendering them more vulnerable to the other spells in his arsenal. And while in and of itself that tormenting spell was not overly powerful, when used in tandem with another of Swain's sorcerous magics it became very potent indeed...
Left Lane...
More purple minions came marching down the path towards the Champions, advancing in single file with the single-minded purpose of a column of ants out on patrol. These soon ran into their blue-clad counterparts, and in short order the two groups were engaged in a ferocious battle with one another.
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The Danse Macabre Codex"You don't have to be so forceful," said Scorpion. "I'll explain as best as I can. You're one of many who have been plucked out of their home realms, and now we have to go to other universes and do things. For instance, right now you're participating in some sort of league of legends. You see those guys?" He pointed at the minions fighting. "Everyone who was sent here is on the blue guys' side. Now, you are as well. We have to advance down this path and destroy the purple guys' base." He paused. "I'm not the best at explaining this particular challenge. These two can explain it more accurately." He gestured at Rey and Lux.
J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!"Hail... Flutteshy, was it not?" Said Mehir.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home."'Tis all-right," replied Mehir. "I am Mehir, the Last Summoner, and I am honoured to make acquittance with you, Fluttershy." He bowed.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home."Oh my, um, you really don't have to bow, I'm not that special," Fluttershy said to Mehir, blushing a bit at the attention and obscuring her face with her mane. And something came to her. "Oh, that's right!"
She then dug into her saddle bags and pulled out a bag of pix. "Along the way, and I found this young male and I reunited him with his parents! They gave me some money as a reward! They offered me 20,000 pix, but I told them that was too much and they gave me 10,000 instead."
A beat.
"Is 10,000 okay? I mean, I didn't want to sound greedy or anything, and I would have helped that family anyway for free......" The pastel pony's confidence was steadily draining.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Mehir sat down again, leaning against the shop's counter. "Oh, no, there's nothing special with the bow," he told Fluttershy. "It is just usual politeness where I come from."
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.
The Chew Toy of Gaming
A large slash mark appeared on Jak's clothes, Nocturne's claws ripping through them and landing a solid hit on the wastelander's chest.
Sh!t, too close! Can't blow him up from here, Jak thought as the slash hit its mark. He attempted to counter by swinging the Peace Maker upward in a jaw-analogue-crushing uppercut. If he's successful, he will quickly switch his weapon to the Scatter Gun and blast Nocturne away. If he fails, then he'll leap backward to get some space between him and Nocturne, unaware of the shadow trail following him.
Lampshade Hanging: It's a lifestyle.Cletus's reaction to the charging beast was to draw his pistol and begin shooting out its eyes.
"Yeah, those multiple optic nerves don't seem so evolutionarily advantageous when there's 9-mil rounds going through them, do they? DO THEY?!"
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...and that's terrible.Archer smirked as he regained his abilities and held out his hand. There was a flash of red light before a black and jagged sword appeared in his hand. It started to glow red before it glowed bright enough to look like a red bolt of energy. "Hrunting" Archer said as he loaded it into the bow and fired it at Cho. It was a fast moving projectile that would explode should it hit. The explosion was not nearly as powerful as Caladbolg's, but Hrunting made up for it in a different way should it miss.
Rey glanced Chun Li over a moment, as though sizing her up, then reached up and flicked back the visor on his helmet, nodding some to Lux. "I recognize her. She's strong, she'll do well." He turned, looking at the small minions, and inclined his head towards them. "The blue ones are on our side, the purple ones are enemies so feel free to step on them. We've got a fight to win. You don't have protection, so you may want to stay back behind those of us who do and launch any ranged attacks you're capable of, or if all else fails, serve as backup." He glanced forward again, flicking down his visor once more. "And try not to touch me if you don't want to be covered in some giant monster's spit-up. It's sort of painful."
Easing back into life one step at a time

The Doctor tests the money to make sure it's not fake.