Not Literally Me
-Jupiter pulled his arm backwards, screaming with a mixture of anger and agony. The storm overhead rapidly spiralled out of control as he did so. The clouds swirled, more hail crashing down around the combatants as well as a torrential downpour of rain. The winds whipped the sea into a frenzy, titanic waves rolling up along the shore and submerging many of the remaining fighters. The winds had reached phenomenal levels: tanks and small ships were now being lifted up, swept away into a whirling gale of destruction-
-Deep in the Roman encampment, Octavian practically screamed into the radio receiver to be heard above the storm-
EVERYONE! RETREAT TO THE SHELTERS! ALL PREVIOUS COMMANDS ARE RESCINDED! GET INSIDE!
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"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
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NO.
— The gestalt deity roars upward into the clouds, forcing the winds to die down, the currents washing up many of the bedraggled but otherwise alive Allied soldiers; sheets of lightning roll across Granada's spires, setting them alight. —
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-Jupiter looks up, gritting his teeth and clutching his arm-
Arrogant... CHILD!
-lightning crackles around Jupiter, forming into a cohesive, avian shape-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
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— The Gestalt looks downward at the King of the Gods of Rome, and lightning roars to it, glowing brighter.—
Is The Great Iupiter Not Beaten?
—The Templars race for Granada, cutting off their charge just as they got in range of the automatons, riding hither and yon in a rough circular route, blasting away at their heads and arms.—
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Not Literally Me
-Jupiter threw his good arm upwards, and a cloud of lightning and electricity, shaped into the form of a great eagle, hurtled into the sky-
-Elsewhere, the young man in the winged sun-hat looked up. Even from so far away, his keen eyes picked out the shape of the electrical bird. A signal, he knew, from his father. He stood up, and with impossible speed he sprinted up the nearest wall at a high enough speed to launch him high into the air. Then, he raced through the air, his winged sandals allowing him to step on thin air as if it was solid ground. A silver streak raced across the sky towards Granada-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Wait, he isn't dead! Shia Surprise!
Hermes Trismegistus cast his keen, kohl-rimmed eyes towards the incoming silver streak. "And here comes the cheap knockoff...oh well. It's been fun, old Jupes, but we've got things to do so we'll be leaving you know. Come along, father."
With these words, the syncretic amalgam of Hermes and Thoth began to retreat into his ankh-shaped portal, tugging on his cadeceus as he did so; the serpents extending from their master's rod began to retract, dragging a struggling Zeus within.
NO, HERMES! the Lord of Olympus raged. VENGEANCE IS WITHIN MY GRASP, AND I SHALL HAVE IT!
"Pipe down, old boy," Hermes replied. The Hermetic deity's tone was laced with concealed scorn at his father's blind anger. "In case you haven't noticed, Jupiter just sent out a call for help; and as powerful as the two of us are together, I find it extremely unlikely that we'll be able to take on the entire Roman pantheon and win. There are two of us and at least twelve of them; what could possibly go wrong?"
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Not Literally Me
-Mercury streaked down through the storm clouds, coming to land on the beach and skidding to a halt-
"Are you all right, dad?"
-Zeus stood, cradling his mutilated arm-
"The Messenger Boy Returned To Help His Father. He Had Gained Some New Tricks Since We Drove Him Away. He Used His Trickery To Take My Hand.."
-Mercury laid eyes on the wound and gasped slightly-
"He Ran Like The Coward He Is As Soon As You Arrived. I Doubt They Will Return."
"I'll get you back home, dad. Then you can have it seen to."
-The king of the roman gods groaned in pain-
"Good. Now do it quickly."
-Jupiter visibly shrank down to his son's size. The younger god put an arm around his shoulders, and then the tow of them disappeared into a bright silver streak, crackling with electricity, racing toward Rome-
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— The Marisugaar Gestalt watched the various gods leave the field, then sighed, before shifting into a defensive stance. —
We Are On Our Own Now.
—Below, Gaueco shifted into his humanoid form, looking out towards Granada.—
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-Nemestrinus, now noticing that he is unmatched, transforms into his normal form and opens another green portal. He casts a vengeful gaze at Zeus, his eyes flicker red then back to green (this may, if the idea properly sets, will play a part in the thread) and he walks through the portal, also headed for Rome-
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-Outside the city wall, the automatons are holding their own, sending sprays of bullets at the Templars from their integrated weaponry as the knights strafed around them. Their legs locked into place, securing their balance, and they rotated on their waist-axis, allowing them to turn and acquire their targets more easily. None the less, many of the robotic soldiers were being disabled by the Knights' attacks-
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Cavalgar sobre, meus irmãos em Cristo! Uma abertura que devemos fazer para os nossos aliados!
—Some knights fell to the strafing, but on the next go-around, several gilded orbs were thrown towards the automatons, the knights casting aside pins as the orbs ticked for five seconds, and then detonated with brilliant explosions of light.—
Ride on, my brothers in Christ! An opening we must make for our allies!
—The Gestalt looked on as more Allied aircraft began to roar through the air, headed for Granada.—
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-The ground outside the Granada walls shudders, causing several of the templar's steeds to stumble and falter. In several places along the battlefield, the earth explodes outwards in a shower of dirt. Four or so massive automatons clamber out. Each is humanoid in appearance, but of a boxy and bulky design. Reinforced wiring connects their limbs, torso and head together. Their 'head' is a cylinder attached by cables and wiring to their shoulders, dominated at one end by a massive Cyclopean floodlight. It's arms terminated in large box-shaped hands with a massive steel plate on the palm and what appeared to be a large and bulky engine attached to their wrists. One swipes a Templar from the battlefield with one hand, the engine whirring into life. Seconds later, there is a miniature sonic boom, and the Templar's attempts to fight back are silenced as the plate jerks forwards, the shockwave reducing his body to ruined pulp in a millisecond. As the lamp-head flickers, a synthesized, deep voice booms from it's chest-
Cower under the might of the Warsmith's engines of destruction. Watch as the earth itself rises up to fight for Rome.
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Fear me
-Back in the underworld...-
-Howling like a madman, Heracles runs off screaming into the eternal gloom of Tartarus.-
Did you hear that?
...
-Koschei points an arm out to the right.-
Yeah, okay, let's just go already. I mean, whatever that was, it can't hope to stand against an immortal and a demigod, right?
...
... Yeah...
-The two warriors stride off in the direction of the noise.-
"Jupiter, don't tempt me."
A crackling rift in reality tore open before the Palantine God's right hand, then slid forward to engulf the appendage and collapsed. It left a nice, smooth patch of cauterized flesh at the end of Jupiter's wrist where the Jovian's hand should have been.
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