Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Orochi strikes!

Orochi blocks the fireball like an idiot, the explosion allowing for Shaq to open him up.

The Heroes's combined attack is parried, but an overhead swing by Asterius allows for him to get bounced off the ground and into the Instant Transmission Kamehameha!

Gohan gets hit in the initial burst of orbs, but pushes Ki outward in a field to block the rest.

The Heavenly Kings look on, but are saved from a few stray balls by... the Jacks!?

J. Frost: "If you want your guy back, you're gonna have to fight for it. But you knew that, right?"

Goenitz: "Yes... it seems as if it's the only option."

Orochi responds by pushing light energy out from himself, in a dome that stretches out, crumbling the Tournament Of Power Arena!

ALL BETS ARE OFF! THIS FIGHT IS NOW OPEN

This MIGHT be overwhelming! She comments, untying her hair loose and letting her mane flow in the mind. But I SHANT NOT FAIL IN MY TASK!

She creates a wall of flames in front of Joshua and the Medic, creating a barrier that will repel projectiles and flesh soldiers, and then, after putting down those she saved, swing her whip.

A thin line of fire appears in front of her before shooting forth a large amount of darts. Each are tiny, of course, and do little damage as they lodge themselves into whatever they hit. However, soon after impact...

THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN RELEASE YOU!

... They explode. Each blast is small, but each also feed off each other so as to end up creating a big blast! And if the big blasts collide together... Well, you can imagine the rest.

She's too busy to notice Jobak yet!

...

Hmph!

The Saiyans stand still, and let a warm, red aura wrap around them, their bodies growing thinner and their faces younger as they activate Super Saiyan God. All three then zoom ahead for Orochi, though Zelerie overtake them as she attempts to fiercely shoulder-ram into him!

Regardless of success, Goku attempts to elbow drop him into the back of the neck and Vegeta move in for a kick to his lower left leg. Then, if successful, all three Saiyans spins and go for a combined kick at the face!

It was my idea!

No! Mine!

I thought of it first! Says Goku, more playfully. Then, all three jumps back and fire each a quickly charged-

DISASTER BEAM!

GARLIC GUN!

KAMEHAMEHA!

Edited by Bolded1 on Jan 22nd 2021 at 12:39:03 PM

The defeated tournament fighters stand back and let the Saiyans do their thing.

"Cobalt!"

However, another big beam blast is fired at Orochi alongside all the Saiyans', courtesy of Sig◊.

"Man, what happened to you?"

Amaterasu does a wolfish yawn. "I have been exploring for most of the day, myself."

Edited by KiriK on Jan 22nd 2021 at 5:31:09 AM

The Restaurant

While the little girl was playing around, the people at the restaurant was having mixed reactions to her.

The two Ivans (the newcomers) was dying with the cuteness of the girl. Those 2 guys, before being superheroes, were circus people.

Clownface, meanwhile, was feeling uneasy. He has the make-up of a clown, but the heart of a gangster. He don't know what to do.

And Susana remembers the family that left behind in her world. Even since she was hired by the government, she knew that possibly couldn't see them again. So she asked Tenshu and Kuro:

What we'll do with the girl? We can't left her at the restaurant alone, and we can't take her along with us in our adventures...

I will ensure she is taken somewhere safe, says Kuro. Do not worry.

Cursing under his breath, Ben prepares to enter the fray... only to momentarily freeze up as he senses the presence of Darth Laxin himself.

"Calm down, Ben... if Laxin does reach the battlefield, Terra can fight him off."

Shaking his head, he rushes into the fray and telekinetically hurls a nearby rock at Jobak. Afterwards, he moves to haul Warrick to his feet, deflecting a few stray blaster bolts with his lightsaber along the way.

"Warrick, can you contact Terra and Zeloai? Now that Raeii's been freed, we need to get out of here before Laxin slaughters us all!"

"Let's just forget about it, Iris. We have much greater concerns to focus on, after all."

Motioning for Amaterasu to follow him, Thor moves to scoop Iris up in his arms before carrying her into the hotel.

"Heh, at this rate, I'm beginning to wonder if you're doing this solely to get me to carry you around."

Edited by IchigoMontoya on Jan 22nd 2021 at 4:50:23 AM

Having gotten used to it by now, Iris is no longer startled by being scooped up. She is, however, still as amused as ever.

"Well, it seems to be working every time, so...", she jokes, smirking. "And your arms are surprisingly comfy."

nyu could brley understand any of the words being spoken around her, opting to just stare at them for a while

"Nyu?"

she seemed to be asking what everyone was talking about, but seemed to be happy to be getting attention nontheless

That's our cue, right?

Suddenly, the restaurant shaked with a strong rumble. Like an earthquake.

The city is at troubles. Again.

...

The castle

Meanwhile, the somber man was sleeping while watching the TV. After heard the rumble that destroyed the arena, he said:

   Well, It seems my time to go to the arena to feel that power by myself.   

If you wanna join the Orochi fight, yes it is. Keep in mind, though - only post once for the fight, then wait until DefRevenge posts before you post again for that.

Tenshu bows. "Good luck out there."

I will stay here in case danger reaches us.

Ammy follows.

Edited by KiriK on Jan 22nd 2021 at 5:48:40 AM

"Nyuu!"

she ducked under a table when the resturnt shook, clearly terrified herself, she was already crying

its worth noting, if nyu gets too frightened lucy will return

"Oh? In that case, I apologize for not lacking a shirt."

Chuckling, Thor enters the first room he sees and places Iris on the bed, casting an ever-so brief glance at her necklace.

"So, once you've gotten enough rest, perhaps we could see about doing something fun together," he says, sitting down beside her. "Would you be at all opposed to, say, another dance?"

He then scratches Amaterasu behind the ears again.

Edited by IchigoMontoya on Jan 22nd 2021 at 4:13:53 AM

"I don't mind saving that for when I'm not super tired. Then my sight won't be blurry and I can see everything in all of its glory.", Iris laughs.

She once again doesn't catch Thor's glance at her necklace, though this could be attributed to her being tired. And being really comfy on the bed.

"Yeah, that sounds really fun...", she says, sounding more tired, and...

Beat

She's already dozed off? She wasn't kidding about being tired.

Moorside Inn

Frisk◊ is sitting on a rock, a little distance away from the inn. Alphys and Flowey are nowhere to be seen, as they're working on something inside the inn.

Chara◊, of course, is there, though just float in a 'laying down because I'm bored' position. He doesn't complain though, being alone for a bit is something Frisk likes to do from time to time, and Chara understands the appeal, so he doesn't whine about it.

Why someone as outgoing as Frisk likes being alone for a bit sometimes is something Chara doesn't know, but he figures it's probably personal, so he doesn't ask either.

Skies above Estraole

Areui◊ is flying around a bit. Not really aiming to go anywhere specifically, just stretching his wings a bit. He could do that back at home too, but he likes an occasional change in scenery.

Due to not quite having legs, the most the shockwaves do is jostle Skippy. It's still uncomfortable, though.

Skippy moves over towards Joshua and stands guard, slowly scanning their surroundings.

Smiling, Thor sets Mjolnir and Stormbringer down on the nearby table, lies down as well, and allows himself to drift off to sleep.

Julius' Castle

The Fell Dragon lies at rest, his body wrapped around the castle. Suddenly, one eye opens.

   "SOMETHING IS COMING,"    he announces.    "A BEING OF DARK POWERS, POSSIBLY A MATCH FOR MY OWN. THIS... WILL BE MOST INTERESTING."   

He chuckles, then laughs maniacally, rising up into the air. He spreads his wings and a horde of Risen appear.

   "SERVE YOUR MASTER."   

Morthal, outside Moorside Inn

A familiar squarish robot descends towards Frisk on a rocket thruster.

"Well hello, Darling! You wouldn't happen to be the human who got lost in the Underground, would you?"

... uh-oh, wrong Mettaton. Definitely wrong Mettaton.

Skies above Estraole

There's a tap on Areui's shoulder from behind, courtesy of none other than Narktus.

Onyxis - Imperial Outpost

Lambert was about to prepare his next attack with the rifle when the situation changes drastically, between more reinforcements, Jobak and the building presence of Laxin. He also saw that the rescue team breaking out with an unfamiliar man, but similar to Ben in some regards - the one they came here for, presumably.

"Looks like you got what you came here for. I can help cover the retreat, just a second. I'll give them something their own size to pick on." He says while looking at the Walkers in particular. He stretches his hands out, and many of the corpses around him gain a similar energy coat as before, but pitch black this time, as he prepares to use their flesh directly.

In isolation, what he's about to pull would require a more concentrated buildup of black mana by casting more high-powered spells. But this is far from an isolated environment, and he could substitute it with brute force. The bodies float and gather towards him, piling up on top of each other in a large mound. The individual black auras merge into one big coat, covering the entire grisly thing...

The first thing to change is the humble Third Eye hovering in the air. It spins in place briefly, warping in several copies of itself. The eyes flicker as they take more specialized functions, to give their master an even better view of the battlefield and through multiple spectra.

The mound then coalesces and reassembles, becoming more like a tank covered in thick black armor - though carapace might be a better word in this instance. A row of four faces with gleaming red eyes constitute its front side, and on its top is a large Gatling gun barrel accompanied by several smaller turrets, immediately releasing a poisonous smokescreen around itself to sicken and disorient anyone who tries to engage him in melee. Curiously, he seems to neither have legs, wheels nor any other obvious means of movement.

The faces then split down the middle into pairs, sliding to the side to make way for the central head - a werewolf, just like Lambert was, but bigger and with two fully functioning eyes. In total, he's still diminutive compared to the Walkers, but he's easily at least a couple stories tall. In stark contrast to Lambert's (mostly) collected and understated demeanor, this... being's voice is booming and demands attention.

   "I am TXRA, the Obsidian Weapon! You shall die by my ha-"    Wait, he currently doesn't have those.    "You shall fall before me!"   

His first order of business? Get rid of the most obvious competition. Specifically by targeting one of the Walker's leg joints with a barrage of Implosion Beams from its Gatling gun boosted with some Metatron, attempting to either dislocate if not outright dismantle it and let gravity do the heavy lifting on the rest of the mech. If this turns out to be easier than expected, he'll take a second shot at a different Walker as well.

TXRA's Buffs: Sensor Array, Blood Pact, Metatron, Toxic Cloak

(Compound 2P's Theme - Torn from the Heavens/The Dark Colossus Destroys All)

Edited by AqueousBunnies on Jan 22nd 2021 at 7:39:45 AM

Julius◊, sensing that the Fell Dragon is on the move, gets off of his throne and walks to the nearest window, seeing the Risen appear down below.

   "What is he up to..."   , he mutters.

Frisk, upon noticing Mettaton, jumps up from their rock.

"M-Mettaton!?", they asks, getting Chara's attention as well. However, both hear what it says to them and pause.

"That's not our...", Frisk mumbles.

"Should've figured it wouldn't be that easy. Think this Mettaton is hostile?"

"I hope not, but there's only one way to find out."

Frisk waits until Mettaton has landed, then tilts their head.

"I... suppose I am."

"Three, two..."

Areui looks up, expecting maybe Yazur due to not many people trying to get his attention that way. As such, he's quite surprised when he sees Narktus instead. He stops flying forward and turns around, now hanging in the air.

"Uh... hi? You're Narktus, right?", he asks, not knowing him well enough to immediately recognize him.

The Fell Dragon notices Julius and calls to him.    "I AM OBSERVING. COME, WATCH THE POWERS OF DARKNESS AT WORK."   

The moon begins to rise from beneath the horizon... but it's red, and leaving trails of darkness as it cuts through the sky.

Omen of the Blood Moon

   "Yeeeeesssssss... YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS..."   

As the moon climbs higher, the sky starts to turn red, and clouds start streaking by at an unnatural pace, as a strange, glowing ash-like substance spreads. And then, when it reaches its peak...

A silhouette on horseback appears.

"Weeeeeeeeelllllll, I most certainly didn't expect to find you here, out in the open in another dimension, of all places! But surely you're familiar with the brand?"

Mettaton pulls up a T-shirt with... itself on it. Frisk may have seen similar merch before, but what's odd about this one is that there's a curvy, slim design to the art, almost like the artists tried to capture some form of femininity.

It then brazenly gets right up in Frisk's face without giving them much time to think about that. "Regardless, you're needed back down there pronto. Alphys is worried sick, and we can't exactly run all our shows about killing humans without a human to almost kill!"

Narktus scoffs. "So you've heard of me. I suppose word travels fast."

"And you..."

He floats back. "... are the entity known as Areui, who was cursed to become a Lapsus and had his cursed side sealed within gems of power, but was convinced to have your contrasting selves return to each other and became something... else."

Edited by KiriK on Jan 22nd 2021 at 7:12:30 AM

Julius silently observes for now, content with doing so for the time being. However, his experience with REX does make him alert to the Fell Dragon's movements. If Julius is given any indication that the Fell Dragon is about to turn on them, he would ensure that it would never leave this place alive.

He watches as the silhouette appears in the distance.

"Y-yeah, I am.", Frisk says, then looks at Mettaton's shirt. Chara blinks.

"Wait a-"

Cue him actually getting startled alongside Frisk when Mettaton gets up in the latter's face.

"W-what? But I can't just leave this place.", Frisk says, slightly intimidated.

Areui's gaze turns more serious as he thinks to himself.

"I shouldn't be surprised that there's still people here who know my story that I hadn't met before. But his choice of terminology makes me wary of his intentions."

He then nods.

"Yeah, that's me."

The horse trots towards the front of the castle, and holy fuck it's huge.

It has a hide black as night, a luxurious mane of orange-red, and a rider who is none other than Ganondorf motherfucking Dragmire.

He brandishes the Super Smash Bros. greatsword and points it one-handed at the Fell Dragon.    "I am here for your castle, your servants, and your head."   

   "I AM HONORED BY SUCH A DECLARATION,"    jeers the Fell Dragon.    "BUT I'M AFRAID..."   

The Fell Dragon flies to the side, coiling up into the air, to give Ganondorf and Julius a good look at each other.

   "YOU ARE MISTAKEN."   

"Oh? And why not?"

"Fascinating."

Narktus suddenly warps them both to what looks like the inside of a conference room, complete with snacks.

"I want to know the things you thought, said, and felt during those times when you were split. What drove you forward?"

He seems more genuinely curious in tone than interrogative.

The Restaurant

Thank you, Tenshu. I let you the girl in your hands. I know that with you she will be safe.

Then she called her newborn team.

Alright guys, we have our first mission as a team: We'll go to that light beam, and protect our people. Because we are...

   THE PEOPLE'S BARRIER!!   

Stand Proud

Julius looks, understandably, unamused by Ganondorf initially thinking the Fell Dragon was the lord of this castle.

As such, the glare he gives would send shivers down the spines of any normal person. Which Ganondorf, admittedly, is not, but it'll still tell him that Julius will, without a doubt, murder him if they fight and he wins.

   "Is this a joke?"   , he hisses.    "Do you seriously think you could actually defeat my forces?"   

"Well, because we're kind of on a quest...", Frisk says, still slightly nervous. Chara, sighing, then phases through Frisk (making them stumble back a bit in surprise) and looks at Mettaton.

"They may be the human you were referring to, but not in the context of your world. Our world's Mettaton sacrificed his life in this world, and we're trying to find a way to revive him."

Areui is caught off guard, quickly looking around when they're inside the room.

"Wait... how... what the hell..."

He looks at Narktus as he starts asking questions. Under most circumstances, Areui would just get pissed and demand to know what Narktus is trying to accomplish by basically kidnapping him. However, he recognizes Narktus' tone and wonders if he just wanted to talk in a safer, more private space, where they can't potentially be attacked mid-conversation by some ludicrously powerful being.

"Could've warned me first though.", he thinks to himself, not descending just yet, instead staying slightly above the ground.

"I... well, what drove me forward was my desire to undo the injustice that was done to me. I didn't deserve to be cursed. And while my former halves' ways of doing things weren't always agreeable to the other half, we both wanted the same thing in the end."

He then tilts his head.

"What I thought? Uh... well, mostly that I had to do whatever was necessary to become myself again, as long as I didn't have to rely on my brother or the Gods. They were the reason I was in that mess, and I didn't want their help or mercy. It'd just feel like I'd be lowering my head to them and accept that they're the ones who got to decide my path, not myself. ... As you can guess, that also means I've said and done some pretty cruel and manipulative things. ... anyhow, not that I'm bothered or anything, but why are you so curious about me? You're not the first person who's asked me questions about this, but you're the only one who has ever wanted me to go into personal details."

He notices the snacks and clearly wants them, though is visibly conflicted due to being a bit wary. Narktus did just bring him to an enclosed room after all, what if these snacks make him lose consciousness and he'll wake up tied to a table in some lab or something?

Joshua finally managed to rise to his feet, looking down at Skippy for a brief moment.

"Thanks for the guard little guy."

He can't quite fight, but the Spartan does his best to keep himself steady and upright until he can. The wall of flame keeps him safe from enemy fire for just long enough so that he could find cover, struggling to raise his blaster cannon.

Joshua leaned hard into the ice, using it to keep himself up as he sprayed his blaster cannon into the line of Imperials before him. He managed to take down a couple, but soon enough he had to duck back into cover because of the sheer volume of plasma bolts headed toward him.

He managed to scream out from cover in agreement with Ben,

"Yeah I'm thinking if we plan on staying any longer we'll need some help."

Lacia's dart projectiles embedded themselves in Imperial Infantry and lightweight droids alike, but the heavier armored soldiers and Walkers managed to remain unpierced by the fiery darts.

The heavier armored Imperials were not, however immune to the oncoming explosion. The large explosive blasts coalesced into a giant boom. Once the smoke and flames settled though, the Imperial line didn't seem to be too much worse for wear.

An Imperial Walker focused on Lucia, firing out missiles at a high velocity toward the angel!

Lambert's incredible display caught the attention of his desired opposition, a walker turning to face the TXRA. His Gatling gun's implosion beams couldn't manage to take out the walker's leg joint, but it did significantly destabilize it.

The walker retaliated with intense blaster fire, and a few missiles from its top launchers as well. The rest of the group took the focus of the Infantry, now bolstered by the ranks of heavier blasters held by far better-trained marksmen.

This included the clone commandos, Rancor Squad barely managing to escape from the oncoming barrage of blaster fire.

"We're nearly out."

"Yeah, we need to be looking for an escape."

Silver looked up to the skyline at the fast-approaching blips, taking a pair of macrobinoculars from his belt to get a closer look. The commando lowered them in disbelief, shouting into his comms unit

"That's a fleet of dreadnoughts heading our way people, we better get the hell out while we still can!"

280 Heavy Assault Troopers

430 Imperial Infantry

220 Mark I War Droids

3 Lancer Class Walkers

The castle

The Somber man was standing on the roof of a tower. He played his ocarina, and summoned an eagle... that grabs him by his hair.

   NOT MY HAIIIIIIR!