-Being simple people, their approach is valid...but it seems that the forces of hell are far more united than you assumed, as a fallen angel swoops from the heavens and screams as its wings are torn apart in gun fire and it is fragged-
-The mechanical beast is barely shifted from the slam, prompting the masked man to cackle in a voice that feels distantly familiar, if distorted-
???: AHAHAHAHA! Cute efforts, but you're going to need to hit me muuuuuuuuuuch harder if you want to so much as scrape my precious little Hellbeast, oh cleaver of the stars~
-The torso of the hellbeast opens for a moment to form a mouth, roaring incredibly loudly. You can spot a strange orb floating inside of the torso before it seals up again-
- Host of horrors
-The wolf-headed man smirks, because he's the main BBEG, of course he's gonna act like a smug jerk-
Wolf-headed man: Still barreling your way through everything without a second thought, Noble Six? You haven't learned a thing at all, and it's impressive in its own way.
edited 3rd Aug '17 9:26:04 AM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Six: Oh, do enlighten me with what it is I'm so obviously missing here. The futility of life? Not getting in the way of a superior being? Going along with destiny like a good little boy?
-As he says this he continues scything down nearby targets with his machine gun-
There's so many epiphanies to be had here that it's a little hard to keep track!
Oliver: "Guys, the thing has a giant glowy weak spot in its chest when it opens up! Make it open, hit its weak spot, massive damage!"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Wolf-headed Man: Not even close! Do you see this madness? All this chaos? All of our disfigured forms? This was because...
-He makes a gesture with his hands, and he points well across the landscape. In true cutscene fashion, you can somehow see what appears to be a spaceship, crashed and burned into the ground. You find the shape very familiar...it looks kind of like the clunker you guys used to own, even if something seems weird about it-
Wolf-headed Man: YOU LEFT US BEHIND!
-The Hellbeast barely seems to take clear notice of you, Ges, but wired tentacles rip out of its metal plating and lash out at you like a thousand whips as you try to climb the beast-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-The wires scream(?) as they are exploded and shot off-
Wolf-headed man: Are you starting to get a better picture now, Noble Six? Because this was not the only time you left people behind. Do you see these gibbering madmen? These hordes of soldiers whose minds have become fractured? You left THEM behind as well. Two hundred and five years ago...when you and your cohorts selfishly led them into a fight you could not possibly win. Much like this time two hundred years ago, you made you escape...leaving us to deal with this madness alone...
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-ges skids across the ground-
Ges: You know you talk too damn much. If you're so obsessed on completing an objective then why are you sitting here arguing with us? You say we're getting in your way but honestly I just think You've got a revenge boner.
(@Six & Oliver) hey give me a minute or so and I'll show that idiot he shouldn't have called me 'star cleaver'.
-ges places both his hands on his grand plasma cutter and starts drawing upon the last of his energy-
-The wolf-headed man rips off a portion of the armor he's wearing, revealing that it was recently coated...showing a "property of Andy Longram" written on the shoulder pad-
Andrews: ...My name is Andrews. Two hundred and five years ago, I was part of a mercenary crew that witlessly challenged the hosts of heaven themselves out of their pride and anger and lost, stranding all their regular 'nameless' peons to a condemned world dried out and turned into a husk while they escaped through a tear in time and space.
Two hundred years ago, I was the leader of a cult that had sought to free us of this fate, only to be condemned yet again by your idiocy. Only by fate was I given a chance to survive the hundreds of years in the god-devoured vortex, thanks to that demonspawn bargaining for your lives and relinquishing this armor to sustain my spirit. All that's keeping me here now is my hatred for so-called heroes like yourselves.
It is true that my objective is to take these crystals and take what should have been rightfully ours...but seeing your smarmy mouths silenced for eternity takes precedence!
-He smacks the onyx-armored controller of the hellbeast and commands him. The torso of the hellbeast opens up to let loose a whole host of werewolfs that come rushing out to kill Ironscales and everyone else by drowning them more in bodies-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-Six doesn't bother responding, though he begins to be slightly bothered at the fact he might have done this and can't remember it-
-He's too busy trying to ensure that everyone lives through this tidal wave of werewolves-
-Meanwhile, Oliver notes the chest of the hellbeast opening up-
-He focuses fire, emptying the Devotion into its core-
edited 3rd Aug '17 10:44:46 AM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ges: six you can have his head, I'm going to end his monster.
-Ges's plasma cutter begins to grow in size, to the point it seems endless as he begins to charge forward and swings it at the hellbeast-
Zankantou Hoshunagi no Tachi!
-The tide of werewolves crashes into Ironscales, biting and gnawing every inch of him they can-
-Oliver's shots plink off the orb, making it bleed(?)...it's probably a bit weird to hear the hellbeast's controller sounding unusually excited about you doing this. Thankfully for you, he seems to be leaving himself especially vulnerable to further attack, as Ges flies forward-
Andrews: You think too highly of yourself, Al-
Wait, what are you doing? Dodge it! DODGE IT, YOU IDIO-
-Whatever words he has next to say cannot be heard as the core of the beast is rent asunder by the blade, slicing the hellbeast in half as its controller screams "Ah~! That technique~! It's so beautifu-" before a massive explosion engulfs the area-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-The dust slowly begins to settle after three full minutes of fire and brimstone filling the area, and you all can see clearly now-
-Ironscales will find that he's hacking at a decapitated head now, as the rest of the bodies were burnt in the explosion-
-A massive pile of scrap is lying there in the glass-scorched sands. The controller of the hell-beast has a warped smile on his face, well, on the half of his face that has survived. The wolf-headed man is also dead, the armor ripped to pieces and his pretty face ruined beyond recognition-
-Several meters worth of enemies have been cleared out by that massive explosion, giving you a single minute to breathe...although the pile of scraps are glowing with a malicious energy-
edited 3rd Aug '17 11:06:52 AM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)

Ges: this will be a challenge.
-ges rushes the giant monster, aiming to slam into his foot-