Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Saitama gets oofed. He springs back onto his feet just as quickly, returning fire with a low non-jumping uppercut!

Rey pauses the game and takes off his headset. "Wha-huh?"

He runs down the stairs after Harenzo and, seeing how Wendy approaches the Kirlia, smirks slightly.

Dragonair arrives!

It bounces excitedly upon seeing Rey and the other Pokémon. Oh! Oh! I'm in the right place!

Rey idles on his feet, waiting for the part where he's supposed to do something.

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She avoids this one, spin, and attempt to hit him with a strong downward punch, blowing a ton of sand and snow away! Whoah!

...

Hey there! Greet Harenzo. Sorry, I'm using psychic to communicate. Are you in need of anything?

Wendy look at the Pokémon and begins to think.

Hm... someone probably told him of this place. Oh, or her? I don't know... a-anyway.

Saitama meets the punch fist-to-fist, then tries to grab Troa by the wrist, swing her in an arc over his head, and slam her onto her back!

Dragonair slithers around. I need a message to be passed on, but I need to find the person who's supposed to receive it and I need a way to communicate with them! Do you know anyone called Ain, or Deut?

Harenzo blinks and so does Wendy.

Humans have those odd names... oh, huh, nothing personal Rey.

Oh, speaking of that, do you know any Ain or Deut mister Rey? Or someone who know them? asks Wendy. The message look quite urgent!

...

Troa get slammed into her back but attempt to jump off. If she succeed, then she attempts to slam her knees into the top of his head!

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Saitama lets go of Troa and actually leans into the knee strike, tanking the blow to try and assert dominance!

"... No, but..."

Rey claps his hands, and Supreme Kai Rhea appears!

"Y'ello."

"Rhea. I need you to find someone called Deut."

"Sounds French."

"How do you know that?"

Rhea shrugs. She promptly casts a telepathic signal over the Arena, trying to reach Deut.

Harenzo look amazed by the telepathic signal, and so does Wendy.

Huh, why are you yellow? he asks Rhea.

Harenzo, that's kinda blunt!

S-sorry!

...

Troa is a bit amazed, but this only cause her to try to attack more and more, attempting to kick him multiple time at the torso and chest before attempting to punch him in the chin!

At the same time, Deut speed up in front of Rhea, looking mightily confused.

Hello missy! Oh, and hello mister! And hello you cute bruisers!

Saitama replies with a helping of Consecutive Normal Punches, resulting in a Pummel Duel!

"Space-god-stuff, don't worry about it." Rhea focuses on the Sister. "You must be Deut."

Rey gestures to the Dragonair. "This Dragonair was looking to deliver you a message. I think you should take it with you."

Yeah! Yeah, Miss Deut!

"But... why would Ain or Deut suspect us of being involved with Katre and Troa's sudden release?"

"Let's see... you're very outspoken about your hatred of those rabid curs, and have repeatedly advocated for their execution. As for me, well... I'm the god of mischief. Why wouldn't they suspect this to be a prank of mine gone horribly wrong, Thor?"

Eventually, the brothers reach Morthal.

"Perhaps you're simply being paranoid, Loki. In the meantime, let's have ourselves some much-needed drinks, and rest up before anyone decides to begin questioning us."

"Good call. Hopefully, Gorr ends up slaughtering Set for us, or those mad barbarians make the fatal mistake of pissing off Broly before any real harm can be done."

With that, the Sons of Odin enter the Moorside Inn.

Deut turn towards the Pokémon and get her mind linked to the little creature.

Alright then, what's your message, my little friend?

...

Troa punch to the best of her ability but is overwhelmed and sent flying, prompting Eleven to attack with a Black Kamehameha!

"So we're back to the fun one, huh?!"

Saitama stops the Black Kamehameha with his fist. However, it is pushing him back, ever so slowly, but he digs his feet into the ground and tries to overcome it.

Okay, well, it's...

Cue Plot-Based Voice Cancellation.

Rey winces. "Sounds... dicey."

"Yeah don't expect me to help with that at all."

Edited by KiriK on Mar 1st 2020 at 9:35:01 AM

Oh, oh, oh... hmm, charming people, I require a drink. May I have access to the bar?

Wendy and Harenzo blink in confusion.

Hm... do you want to join us at the hotel while... it happens or should we help you head back?

...

Haha, glad to be that one!

The Black Kamehameha is punched to bits so Eleven attempts to bodyslam into Saitama instead!

Saitama goes flying back, but he lands on his feet.

"Only two people have withstood this attack. Let's see how you fare."

He hunkers down, drawing his right fist back as he covers his side with his left arm, his expression turning increasingly-serious-looking.

The ground trembles, the earth quakes!

"Wha..."

"Look, if you guys plan to stay, I might have to start charging rent," Rhea jokes.

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Eleven smiles and hunker down as well, beginning to charge up her energy to enter a certain form...

...

Deut just wordlessly head for the bar, and Harenzo turns towards Rhea.

Alright, we'll pay you. He says, earnestly.

"Killer Move: Serious Series..."

Saitama steps forward with his rear-facing leg as he thrusts his right fist forward.

"Serious Punch."

A devastating attack launches forth, the shockwave alone enough to part the skies and deal massive damage to Eleven!

"... I was kidding."

Rey can't legally drink, but he follows Deut to make sure she makes it over to the bar.

Ohhh.

Wendy look at Harenzo, meanwhile, and nods. She approach him and grab him, as if attempting to spin smoothly with him. Certainly, this'll woo him!

However, they just end up kind of falling into the ground, and not even in a romantic way : they're just kind of piled unto another. Wendy, embarrassed, leave while a confused Harenzo scratch his head.

Hu, could you not tell... anyone? He asks Rhea.

...

The area around Eleven is blown off clean. It's hard to see... ha yes, she can be seen, having activated Limit Breaker and Super Saiyan Rosé, still thoroughly damaged and on her back tho. Certainly not enough to continue the fight at top shape.

... Whoah.

Saitama pulls back his fist. "Hoo... Not every day I get to let loose like that."

Rhea laughs it off. "Don't worry, I won't."

Eleven get back up, eager to continue fighting, but then the sand surround her and she vanish. Like it surrounds both the returning Katre and Troa and make them vanish.

Set himself then appears, hands behind his back, looking down at the ground.

...

Thanks!

He returns to his usual activity!

Saitama maintains his fighting stance for a second, but then suddenly reverts to his plain, dopey-looking normal self.

"Oh, they left. That's disappointing."

He only glances at Set, as if having suddenly lost his drive to keep fighting.

   You were not meant to be here.    He says, actually somewhat angry.

   Nonetheless, I'm satisfied. This is the last that you'll see of me.   

And with that, he's gone!

"What's his problem?" Saitama wonders.

However, he then realizes something. "Oh crap! I gotta run to the market and get groceries before it closes!"

And just like that, he's off, having seemingly forgotten the encounter entirely.

Space Fortress Gravitas, Throne Room

Narktus lounges on his throne, mask and armor fully repaired after his tussle with Aeleris.

"Momon... To what do I owe the pleasure?"

   "Lord Narktus, I came bearing a question. But first, I would ask that you allow me to reveal my true form so as not to belittle your presence."   

Narktus snaps his fingers, and the mooks in the room clear out. "Ask away."

Momon is enshrouded in violent swirling shadows. When they disperse, there stands the lord of Nazarick, Ainz Ooal Gown!

   "I know that you possess great power, and command with absolute authority. However, why is it that you choose to have others do your bidding, when we are led to believe you can do it all yourself?"   

Narktus sighs and uncrosses his legs, rising from his throne. "Allow me to give you a demonstration."

The two are surrounded by the techno-style teleportation markers of Gravitas, then warped away.

—

Narktus' World

The two appear amidst a giant wasteland. Only deserts and volcanoes as far as the eye can see.

   "This planet...!"   

"It's my home, Ainz. Nobody else lives here. Nobody will be around to be bothered by what I am about to do." Narktus leads Ainz to the edge of a cliff, overlooking a field of abandoned buildings and spaceships, hills and valleys stretching for miles.

   "Then..."   

The sky darkens. Everything darkens, until it appears to be nighttime.

Narktus reaches out with both hands, grunting...

and tiny sparkles appear, floating in the air, covering the surface of the planetary expanse before them like a blanket.

He spreads his arms out, closing his eyes. "Hooaaaaaaaaaaah..."

Ainz experiences a sensation he never thought he'd feel again - sweat running down his bony forehead.

Narktus ascends to the air as stardust, like a miniature nebula, envelops him. When his eyes open, they emit shining light.

   "Starfall."   

Literal miniature stars materialize in the air around Narktus and hurtle towards the ground below the cliff.

They sink into the carpet of sparkles...

And everything is consumed in cataclysmic explosions. Ainz creates the strongest magical barrier he can muster, while Narktus simply floats up high, looking over the destruction.

When the smoke clears, the ruins Ainz saw are no more. Only a completely, perfectly flat expanse of desert.

"This is the power I wield. The power to end all life in but an instant. Ainz..." Narktus turns around, the light fading from his eyes, and descends towards the second-highest-ranking Freelancer.

"I don't want to end the lives of my enemies in an instant. I want them to suffer for abandoning this realm to its fate, and I want enough of their worlds to be left behind that a better civilization can emerge from their remains."

   "I see now... Consider me... most enlightened."    Ainz warps away.

Narktus looks over the vast emptiness.

He gets the feeling that there were others watching them... but he shrugs it off and warps away as well.

Vague Tropique

Now back in the Arena, the conqueror Narktus◊ appears.

He thinks back to his demonstration and gets curious. Under the Arena's limitations, what's the largest explosion he can make with his powers?

He begins charging up, darkening the sky near himself.

Edited by KiriK on Feb 12th 2020 at 2:03:37 PM

And yet, the sky refused to darken.

Perhaps the pillar of light manifesting in front of Narktus had something to do with it, piercing through the black with its resplendence. With it came a massive knight in red, nine feet tall at the very least, his shield unfolding and the serrated blade shining with purpose. It spoke with a deep, resounding voice, melodic yet rugged, befitting a holy warrior outfitted with divine benevolence.

Whatever these words in Enochian were, they must have no doubt meant the challenge: the massive Ardor stomps forward with purpose, having found Narktus wanting of clear heart.

"Oh. Typical."

Narktus holds his hands in front of himself and launches a barrage of stardust sparkles. These will not do anything to the Ardor... yet.

Shield raising, the Principality advances still, letting the stardust projectiles bounce off his defense. It seems that Narktus is being given a head start to get serious before the Ardor is in range - which, considering its size, is bound to happen sooner than later.

Madman Who Wants to Rule the Worlds (Chaoz Fantasy - ParagonX9)

Narktus snaps his fingers and the stardust, now aimlessly drifting in the area around his enemy, detonates in an explosive chain reaction.

Using the explosions and smoke as cover rather than an attack, he draws his Morph Weapon, which takes the shape of a small, three-pronged ritual blade◊ - the vajra wielded by the Indian Vedic god Indra.

As the vajra of the myth bypassed the asura's immunity to all weapons that were known to exist prior to the date of its becoming an asura, so too does this mimicry possess the ability to bypass any non-physical defense, whether magical, divine, infernal, or eldritch in nature. It makes up for that by not being extremely effective on physical defenses.

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The massive figure stops, the explosions clearly having an effect... before there is a horrible screeching of Ardor's blade being dragged over the ground, and a cascade of white hot sparks comes flying at Narktus, more of a diversion than a real attack to give him time to recuperate.