Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Sephiroth raises Masamune to parry the stomp, but it still sends him skidding super far away.

   "Hmph. I'm not impressed yet."    He teleports in a burst of black feathers, all the way up to the Anti-Spiral's face, and attempts to slice away at its eyes.

Shadow Man gets knocked off his feet, but he manages to throw his Shadow Blades in midair before landing on all fours.

Burning Gundam and Pit fly in onto the scene!

Domon notices Madara and narrows his eyes, but he sets that aside and goes for a Shining Finger energy wave on the Anti-Spiral.

Pit strafes in circles around the Anti-Spiral, peppering it with arrows that are just homing enough that its giant size should make them unavoidable.

Edited by KiriK on Apr 16th 2020 at 9:55:59 AM

King manages to avoid the foot on account of jumping, but is blown back by the shockwave.

"Gh!"

His sombrero is blown off his head, and he hops up, throwing a few bolts of dark magic energy.

Madara creates a Susanoo to defend himself but still end up blown away by the shockwave, though this seems to amuse him more than it worries him. It is a good fight after all!

A small black orb appears out of nowhere and encase him...

At this point, Nightmare Moon finally snaps out of the daze she had been in from the arrival of the eldritch entity and fires a large-caliber ray of moonlight, almost Kamehameha-like in proportion, at the face of the entity.

   "Pitiful",    is the entity's only response as it opens its mouth to immense proportions and starts disgorging a swarm of strange, almost digital-looking vessels◊. They are armed with powerful disintegrating lasers and defended by resilient force fields, and if destroyed, shatter into countless pixel-like cubes, each of which is violently explosive.

Most of these ships disappear in the distance, spreading out to wipe out all life remaining in the Arena, but a few remain on the battlefield to pester the fighters with their laser beams.

Sephiroth deflects the Muganns' lasers with Masamune, then drifts back through the air before rending space to send forth a rippling crescent distortion, trying to wipe them all out.

Shadow Man runs up to the Anti-Spiral, jumps up and starts dive-kicking. Each successful kick bounces himself higher up, so he intends to get a chain going and scale the monstrosity's body with a series of ascending foot dives.

Pit weaves around the swarm of Mugann and tries to stab and slash away at one from above with the Palutena Bow split into two. If he gets through the shield, he will be caught in the explosions due to not knowing they explode when defeated.

Burning Gundam gets hit by beams from numerous directions, but activates its own sword and starts swinging to deflect them towards the Anti-Spiral.

Edited by KiriK on Apr 17th 2020 at 9:11:27 AM

Madara emerges in his Ten Tailed◊ form and promptly raise his hand above his head. A black orb of a sort manifest above his head.

Planetary devastation!

He throws the orb, and it promptly warp gravity around it, with such strength that a ton of debris accumulate around it to form a mini-satellite. The ships might get to be part of their own little planetoid if they fail to escape the gravity well, but can destroy the jutsu if they shoot the core before it get too big. Madara is aware of that though, and he summons his Perfect Susanoo from the get-go to try to slash at the ships. The susanoo is so big though, that its slash attempts to reach the Anti-Spiral in the face, aiming to cut it right in the face!

King hits the ground, and winces as a laser punches through his forearm, but otherwise isn't oofed much. He pops into his bat form and starts to power up, dark energy sparkling around him.

He drives his sword into the ground in an almost dramatic fashion.

The attacks against the Mugann seem to be effective. Even Pit, with his divine energy, manages to pierce through a force field and bisect the construct in halves. Destructive cubes, like a sheer rain of bombs, litter the battlefield.

As if that weren't enough, the Anti-Spiral's back begins to "boil". Dozens of tentacles, each as thick as a sequoia tree, surge from his back. Some of them simply flail aimlessly, threatening to crush nearby fighters. Others reach into the ground, digging up massive chunks of the shattered earth and throwing them at Sephiroth, King and Madara. As for Shadow Man, he has another problem to deal with: the building-sized hand of the Anti-Spiral moving in at alarming speed with the intent of crushing him like a bug.

The entire Arena quakes. The very fabric of space seems to be slowly pulling itself apart from the strain of housing an entity that refuses to obey the rules of this small dimension. The sky becomes literally frayed. Ragged tears open in thin air, windows into a rather beautiful view of space with countless stars and galaxies.

Edited by Arachnos on Apr 17th 2020 at 4:27:04 AM

Madara split it in half with one sword slash, but this distracts the lumbering giant. Madara makes mudras and then look to the side before...

Sage Art : Light Fang! He yells, spitting a light-speed beam out of his susanoo... though since he aims away from the Anti-Spiral, and then drag his head to try to hit him horizon-style with the light fang, its speed itself isn't worrying to the being.

Sephiroth slices through the boulders sent his way, until one hits him dead-on and knocks him back.

Shadow Man's eyes widen, but right before he can be crushed, he vanishes in a puff of smoke, leaving the Anti-Spiral to smash a wooden dummy of him to splinters. The real deal reappears down on the ground, seeming genuinely fazed.

Burning Gundam flies up into the air and tries to plunge its sword into the Anti-Spiral's head!

Pit gets engulfed in the exploding remains of the Mugann, sending him flying with a trail of smoke.

The chunk of earth smacks into King and interrupts his building power, but doesn't disperse it. He squeals before spreading his wings and bursting with dark power, basically trying to use a darkness-powered version of the Solar Flare (with a 10% chance of flinch).

King then lunges forwards and tries to slash at the Anti-Spiral with a blade of vampiric energy.

All the attacks once again strike the Anti-Spiral. It's hard to tell exactly how wounded it is, especially considering its current size. Some struck areas, though, seem to be "unwinding" a little bit like yarn, giving at least some hope that they're doing some damage to the nightmarish thing. The dark Flare causes the abomination to stumble backwards. This mere movement seems to completely upset the structural integrity of the Arena. The damaged ground practically dances, chunks of earth rising up and down as if they were chunks of ice on a river in mid-thawing. Giant fissures open up erratically in the earth, magma spewing out of the cracks.

To make things even worse, the Anti-Spiral stabilizes itself quickly and focuses its gaze on the fighters.

   "If you are so hasty to find out what your actions lead to, allow me to provide a preview. Entropy Beam."   

The swirling whiteness of the hollow, gazing eyes of the Anti-Spiral seems to "jump out" at the fighters in the shape of a roughly conical emission of white "waves" of the same texture. Anyone caught in it will experience a rough semblance of what will happen after the end of the universe, frozen for all eternity in a state beyond the realm of time itself. Honestly, falling into the Earth's core might be a more merciful fate.

Edited by Arachnos on May 6th 2020 at 6:45:50 AM

Seeing that his empowered attacks were having little effects, Madara decide to go for broke and head right for the Moon, ripping off his boney headband.

Such a beast may be beyond Genjutsu... but I must use the moon before this clash annihilate it! If this Genjutsu work, then...'

A third eye awaken on Madara's forehead, and he glance at the moon. It answers back by glowing red and forming a eye symbol similar to his third ocular item. If this work, then it'll shine upon the Arena and, by Madara's design, it will attempt to pull the Anti-Spiral into its dream world. A sort of falsified utopia where its greatest desires came true whenever it wanted, and it lead the life it would be leading in its perfect world.

Don't have much time!

Madara summons his Susanoo and also about Four Limbos clones. Yelling, he coats four of his Susanoo swords with the black orbs, making them sharper, deadlier and more durable. The fifth orb cover his Susanoo, making it deadlier-looking and more durable, and the sixth one assemble into a mighty helix sword. Roaring, Madara and his weaponless clones rocket down towards the Anti-Spiral and all attempt to perform a mighty attack. The clones simply go for a momentum-fueled Megaton Punch but Madara has his Perfect Susanoo swing all four swords and then, right afterwards, attempts to go for a strike meant to cleave the Anti-Spiral in half vertically!

NOW! He warns the others, backing away. The Limbos attempts to hold the Anti-Spiral in place if it recover, so that the others can strike at full power!

The waves wash over, and Domon, Shadow Man, and Pit all freeze up.

Sephiroth, however?

He starts laughing. Cackling like a madman, even.

   "Alright, o great one. You think this future fazes me? This is my end-goal; to live on beyond the heat death. I will become the God of the world to come. Now be purged, with the rest of this realm!"   

He stabs his sword into the sky, and suddenly there's a distant rumbling as something starts to fall...

The King manages to squirm his way out of the beam's path, and looks at the poor characters caught in it.

"... Damn, that looks rough. Glad our guys found a way around that."

His blade explodes in length, and he blasts forwards in an attempt to slash at the Anti-Spiral horizontally. Just before he strikes, he morphs back into his more muscular Beastman form.

Madara's combo attack, alongside King's strike, lacerate the Anti-Spiral. It seems the entity wasn't prepared for an onslaught of this magnitude, and indescribable psychic and eldritch matter spills onto the battlefield.

However, the Genjutsu seems to do absolutely nothing. As the clones attempt to restrain the monstrosity, it emits a pulse of indescribable antimatter that will at the very least push them off, and at most utterly disintegrate them into atoms.

   "Paltry. Is this truly all you Spiral races can muster? After having faced warriors whose willpower let them accomplish miracles... this is almost disappointing."   

"SUCH WORDS ARE AN AFFRONT TO HER ROYAL MAJESTY OF THE NIGHT! BE DISAPPOINTED IN THIS, YOU OVERSIZED... THING!" screams Nightmare Moon. Her eyes having taken the color and consistency of the strange symbol in Madara's third eye and the moon, and her horn shines with the same color as a glorious beam of crimson lunar energy with black particles, like the wrath of the Heavens themselves, barrels into the Anti-Spiral's face, carrying with it overwhelming amounts of Rinne Sharingan energy. It's like all the light of the moon, instead of being spread across the sky, had been focused at the same spot. With this, the Anti-Spiral is actually transfixed. Its eyes turn red, the intensity of their squiggles seems to fade somewhat into a single dizzy spiral shape, and the abomination is completely open.

Edited by Arachnos on Apr 17th 2020 at 6:02:34 AM

   "Perish,"    utters a seething Sephiroth.

The moon suddenly shatters as a gigantic meteor comes crashing down from on high, barreling towards the ground and causing tornadoes of flame to spring up around its impact goal!

   "All who seek life, simply remain close to me."   

With only those warning words, Meteor impacts, reducing the scene of battle to a blasted crater and sending cracks through the terrain for many miles beyond that.

Pit and Domon (sans Gundam) leap for the safety of Sephiroth's proximity, while Shadow Man simply vanish-warps over near him.

Edited by KiriK on Apr 17th 2020 at 5:06:01 AM

Madara roar as his limbos clones are vanished but is pleasantly surprised when Nightmare Moon channel his power.. also a bit offended but heh.

The earlier Planetary Devastation empale themselves on his sword and he uses his Mokuton to ensnare them in wood, giving them more mass and widths. Now having moons-kebab on his swords, Madara proceeds to use a massive Katon attack to set the forests on fire, meaning that his subsequent cross-shaped slash attack is done with moons set on fire impaled on giant ebony swords wielded by a giant black Kaiju samurai warrior thing commandeered by a god who attempts to uses his Great Fire Annihilation as a continuous stream, using all his mighty chakra to try to fend off the beast and save the Arena!

King hits the ground and rolls. He gets up just in time to notice Sephiroth's attack about to hit.

"OH SHIT–"

He gets flattened, roasted, and exploded, all at once. In other words, he's out for a turn and has lost his sword. Being an regenerative vampire does wonders for one's health.

Somewhere.

Victory

The city shines pure white and chrome, great constructions in fanciful shapes that would be incomprehensible to the average mind, reaching towards the very skies and some even into different planes. One can tell simply by looking at it that it's a city of great achievements and breakthroughs. Its inhabitants bend and mold the very laws of reality as silly putty in their hands, until nothing is forbidden or impossible, and they are as Gods. Truly, it could easily be called a utopia.

There seems to be some sort of celebration in the streets. And in the skies, and in the seas - no biome is offlimits. The people of this world could almost pass for humans, although they are taller, lankier, with pale, almost translucent skin, and no noses.◊ Extravagantly colorful shapes, like tangible holograms, flash in the skies, forming images and words. "SALVATION". "VICTORY". Everyone is smiling. It's been so long.

"So, we've finally made it..." one of them speaks, his mind-voice is positively chirping with contentment. He opens his hand, a clear bubble of something spontaneously forming within, which he pops into his mouth. "Rooted out Spiral Power. Stopped the Spiral Nemesis. Now we can finally live out eternity in peace. Free of those pesky Spiral races."

"Yeah." His neighbor's reply is curt, his mind-voice distant. His smile faint. He seems to be staring somewhere beyond his interlocutor.

"You don't seem all that happy."

Forbidden Feeling

"Happy..." the other one repeats. He does feel happy. After all, this is a glorious day. This is victory. How long have they fought this endless war? Locked in suspended animation, existing only as a collective avatar of their entire race. Incapable of feeling happiness nor hope. Hundreds of thousands of years? Millions? Time itself seems to have lost all meaning. He is so tired of it all. He could use a rest.

And yet... there's something that keeps bothering him. Why is it almost like... he cannot allow himself to feel happiness? Perhaps he is just not used to it, after having walled the emotion away for all these years? Wait... why had they discarded the emotion away in the first place?

"No... no..."

He remembers.

"Happiness is a Spiral emotion."

Despair

He turns to his terrified interlocutor. His eyes, welling up with tears, have taken the shape of a spiral as his whole body bursts into red flames. A massive crowd now surrounds them, as if the entire population of the world had gathered here.

"This world cannot exist."

He grabs the other Anti-Spiral by the hand, and soon, he too is engulfed in red flames. Their flesh starts to blacken.

"They tried to trap us in a delusion... a world where all of our desires are realised... a world where we can be happy..."

One after the other, the Anti-Spirals grab each other's hands as the red flames engulf them all, charring them. They begin losing their individual bodies, their flesh melting, melding together into a single, blackened, convulsing mass.

"But such a world... is a    paradox.   . Happiness and a world without Spiral races... are    mutually exclusive.   . A world where we are happy... is a world... where we have    failed."   

The molten mass opens its white eyes. They are Spiral-shaped, but there is no color to the spiral. Bleak and lifeless, like the eyes of LordGenome. Determination to live, without anything to live for. Wreathed in the red Spiral flames of despair, the Anti-Spiral launches itself into the skies, and they shatter...

   "YOUR PATHETIC TRICK HAS FAILED, PITIFUL SPIRAL LIFEFORMS!"   

—

Just before the meteor's impact, the Anti-Spiral's eyes shoot open. He lifts his arms and pushes against the falling celestial object, like Atlas holding up the sky. Even as he buckles and goes down to his knees under the crushing weight, he roars:

   "IS THAT... YOUR BEST... WORTHLESS SPIRALS?!"   

The already damaged ground beneath the Anti-Spiral then shatters completely with a burst of magma, plunging the aberration into the depths. The meteor impacts, there is a blinding flash, and then... silence.

Edited by Arachnos on Apr 17th 2020 at 8:58:42 AM

Sephiroth scoffs and turns away, cleaning Masamune's edge.

"Whoa..." Pit is in awe.

"Hmph."

Madara's Perfect Susanoo stands above the crater, still wielding its flaming moons. Madara doesn't seems convinced that the Anti-Spiral is beaten.

Impossible... This was the most powerful genjutsu conceived. How could a being, even of such power, deliberately refuse to live in happiness?

It takes a minute, but King recongeals out of dust and ash. He heaves to his knees, cursing.

"What in... gah! That hurt like hell!"

He pulls himself to his feet, mourning the loss of his sword and, presumably in the flames, his straw sombrero.

Everything is quiet. In the heart of the area where the Meteor landed, everything has been leveled. The shattered earth is still. It seems like this is victory, though at a great cost. Who knows whether the tired Arena can even recover from such a scar?

And then the sky rips apart like paper.

The End Of The World

Beyond the sky, an endless skyscape of galaxies beyond what the eye can see◊ is exposed, invoking in those present a sense of cosmic awe and insignificance in the face of the vastness surrounding them. Those who manage to tear themselves away from this sight will see something unspeakable happening to the Arena.

Whatever landscape it was assuming at the time, it seems to be fading away, replaced by a featureless, somewhat artificial-looking white plane as far as the eye can see, like something you'd expect to see in the tutorial level of a video game. They will realize in horror that the very mechanisms the Arena uses to take the shape of different dimensions are now failing, leaving the plane to revert to a "default" shape with its last gasp.

   "Oh you wretched insolent Spirals... you have finally done it... you have genuinely...       ANGERED ME!"   

The voice seems to be coming from everywhere. The white ground of the dying Arena splinters violently yet again, writhing darkness spilling out of the cracks, taking the form of countless black tentacles, the size of centennial trees, attempting to crush everyone that by some miracle is still alive.

Sovngarde

"Oh shit." Fu puts his hands up to the time rift.

—

Domon, Pit, and presumably King are warped back to the present before they can be crushed.

Sephiroth's eyes widen as he comprehends the Anti-Spiral's survival.    "Hh-!"    He promptly gets smacked down, landing seemingly-unconscious on his back.

Shadow Man is crushed, but still functioning, trying to stab the tendril pinning him over and over with a pair of kunai.

Edited by KiriK on Apr 18th 2020 at 10:16:26 AM