A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Well I don't have any explosive devices." Spriggan told everyone after gunning down the Dervish who attacked him. "But I can conduct demolitions..."

He frowned.

"Or not."

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

"What just happened?" said Sub-Zero. "To Outworld with it. Let's finish this. Again."

Immediately, a barrage of big beats blasted bountifully throughout the ballroom. "Digamma, you're gonna wish we would just strip you of most of your power and send you to Hell when we're done with this."

edited 19th Jul '11 8:59:15 PM by TestYourMight

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Blink looked around at the ballroom, and the stunned miltantiaries. She was back! She'd be going home with Naoto soon. And then there, they could...

No. There was one last thing they had to do. One final enemy they had to take care of. Digamma. The bastard had forced her through her most painful memories, filled her with this strange, horrible sensation... there was no forgiveness from that. The nomad had to die.

That was it.

The vortigaunts moved about, dispatching stunned Militantiaries with blasts of green lightining.

edited 19th Jul '11 11:29:23 PM by AnnoR

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

Iota was annoyed, he was robbed of a temporary host body before he had truly begun to try it out. However, that was pushed off to the side once he layed eyes on Digamma...and the shadow that was beneath him.

   "Don't waste your time attacking Digamma. It seems something got to him first. Look at the shadow below him..."   

To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up

Rey glanced around, raising his sword again, scowling. "I hate this place..."

Easing back into life one step at a time

   "Wasn't too particularly fond of this room either."   

Bowser meanwhile just cracked his knuckles.

edited 19th Jul '11 11:34:56 PM by Makuta9999

To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up

"There's a trap. This seems too easy."

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

"Everything is way too easy."

Spriggan said, holstering his sidearm while Durant got up with Michael's help.

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"

— For a moment Digamma simply stood there, staring in mild surprise at the pallid claw having torn its way out of him, entirely oblivious to the newcomers to the chamber. For once, the rictus seemed to be just that, a rictus. Then the glow of the eye intensified. —

I Think I Will Start By Crushing An Obstinate Roach.

—The volume of the elder deity's "background noise" increased to a roar, and suddenly, they weren't background at all as Dis Baba was violently jettisoned into the far wall with meteoric force, by way of a near-solid wave of cannon and directed energy fire. This wave did not halt until not even the slightest twitch came from what was left.

Digamma turned to look at the many who were here at last, rictus most definitely a grin now. A low chuckle came as that baleful eye rested on the trio of Challenger created Nomads. When next he spoke, the accent became almost nonexistant. The air of superiority, however... —

Survival Of The Fittest, boy... The Weakest Go First.

—A gloved hand, tattered now in it's covering, snapped up, and before Phi could react dozens of strands shot out to ensnare and puncture his head and neck. The old Nomad yanked his hand back, blood spraying the floor at the same time as the fibres' deafening whipcrack. The scythe materialised in his other hand, beginning to revolve. Once the weapon picked up enough speed, he slammed the top rim of it into the floor, sending a shockwave of golden plasmatic death hurtling towards the Challengers.—

Mongrels Do Not Get To Live Longer Than They Are Needed.

— Another mock shellburst launched, this time at Rho, and in that following moment, Digamma charged, not at the disoriented goddess, but at Lambda, slicing upwards at the right lung before sending a haymaker as a follow-up. —

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—Far, far below all this, space itself started to crack... —

edited 20th Jul '11 12:06:59 AM by Colonial1.1

Proud member of the IAA What's the point of being grown up if you can't act childish?

"PHI! NO!"

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

There was a crack of sound.

And suddenly, to the side of Digamma, there was Blink. She hefted Gordons crowbar, and if every ounce of strength she had, hurled it at the golden reaper. Her shock was fully visible when the fraction of nomad power she harbored was channeled into it, turning the crowbar into a whirling, buzzing, flattened cylinder of energy with a heavy metal core.

"Wha?!"

The vortigaunts turned their attention to Digamma. All at once, they summoned up lightining, focusing on chaining it together.

edited 20th Jul '11 12:36:09 AM by AnnoR

"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

The Doctor tries to avoid the whole Nomad thing. "Why Blink that was a great shot!"

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

"Phi..."

Rey narrowed his eyes, then raised the sword again, still swirling in shadowstuff. "You're going to die, you motherfucker."

Easing back into life one step at a time

   "Looks like I was mistaken."   

Iota began to gather power and energy, while Bowser made an attempt to crush the War-avatar Nomad underneath him.

To be seen, stand up To be heard, speak up To be appreciated, shut up

"Let's do this."
Mason opened fire on Digamma, a beginning volley of 20 rounds heading his way.

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

Light Arrow after Light Arrow shot towards the golden Nomad.

"We swore to bring you to justice, Digamma..."

"Justice has caught up to you!"

Moving instinctively, Link then jumped up, over the pulsing wave of energy -

The Hover Boots he had put on took care of the rest. Sliding off on the air, he landed safely on the other side -

And with the Golden Gauntlets on his hands, and the Master Sword firmly in his grasp, he spoke once, in a determined, yet calm tone, "Nayru's Love."

I need something to distract him. A bullet's not going to distract him, and neither is a Light Arrow.

The familiar blue crystal surrounded him, protecting him from any assault the Nomad might want to put up against him.

Farore protect me.

He charged towards the god from behind, counting every step -

Then just before the moment of impact, he deactivated the spell, freeing his hands for attack -

"Rho! Lambda! Iota! Everyone! Now!"

And with a yell, he thrust the indestructible Blade of Evil's Bane towards the Reaper's back, using both hands, and placing tonnes of pressure onto a single, minuscule point, increasing the pressure several thousandfold, the blade's holy properties also acting on the Nomad. Any lesser sword would have shattered.

Well, they didn't call it indestructible for nothing. The steel would hold.

Would he, though?

edited 20th Jul '11 3:28:54 AM by troydenite

'Being around you guys makes me go "wtf" instead of pondering the ever increasing dread of time' - EchoingSilence, 2023

" GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" was all that Phi could say as the spikes pierce him. Phi began to stumble as the red glow on him starts to flicker.

"Na... Nagisa..." Phi said before he fell. The red glow disappeared from Phi. Now Phi is colored in a dull gunmetal gray, from his hair to his clothing. His huge gun explodes in a red blast that seemed to be only visible for the eyes and can't do damage. A red Φ floated out of Phi's body, and violently shatters. The Nomad was no more.

Narumi looked at the fallen Nomad. "..." Narumi said. He then took his Gaia Memory and placed it in his Skull Magnum.

SKULL! MAXIMUM DRIVE!

Narumi's magnum glowed a violent purple as Narumi began to fire off a dozen skull-shaped bullets at the gold Nomad. Each time going, "HAH!" Inside his helmet was the mixture of his Hard-Boiled nature, and his bottled up rage from being nothing more than the Nomad's play toy: Tranquil Fury.

edited 20th Jul '11 7:34:41 AM by Psyga315

"No..." Chi dropped to his knees, and was quickly reduced to a sobbing wreck on the floor.

edited 20th Jul '11 7:48:56 AM by Deadbeatloser22

"Yup. That tasted purple."

Sub-Zero felt a fury run through him. He dramatically unsheathed his sword, held it in front of him, then swung it to the left and yelled "OH YEAH?!" Then, he conjured a continuous stream of ice which, if it maintained contact with Digamma for long enough, could turn the Nomad into a giant ice statue.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

-A giant Psynergetic sword lances towards Digamma.-

The scythe, however, did not even touch Lambda; before the blade could get within so much as a foot of the argent deity's business suit-clad body, a positively massive double-edged weapon materialized in his hands with a sudden flare of intense silver light, and the silver Nomad reacted with speed equal to if not greater than that of Digamma in spite of his injuries. He deftly manoevred this hulking blade so that the lower half of the slablike weapon intercepted Digamma's scythe, stopping the attack cold; and not only did the golden Reaper's weapon leave no mark on this silver menhir of a double-bladed sword, but it actually rebounded off its surface in a mingled shower of gold and silver sparks, causing Digamma's haymaker to go wild as a result.

"You know, that's the problem with you and the rest of your ilk," Lambda said, a faint smirk spreading across his face even as he shoved the golden Reaper back a good dozen feet and assumed a combat-ready position. "Always underestimating us due to circumstances of birth. Do you really think my predecessor woud have chosen me to become a Nomad if he thought there was even the slightest chance that I would prove unfit for the task, unworthy of the power he once called his own?"

As the argent deity spoke, ornate silver armour began to materialize gradually over his body, starting at his feet and flowing upward from there like a gravity-defying cascade of liquid metal. Though largely slender and form-fitting, this odd suit of mail featured a few peculiar embellishments that did not seem to serve any real practical purpose, such as the large fins jutting from the tops of his blocky pauldrons, or the frilled, vaguely ceratopsian helmet which formed around his head as he finished his last sentence, leaving his face concealed behind a rather monstrous visor and guard.

"I've been looking forward to this," Lambda continued, his words resonant and tinny as they issued forth from the grinning 'jaws' of that horned, saurian helm. "If I didn't get the chance to tear at least one of you apart today, I would have been extremely disappointed."

Twin beams of blinding, destructive energy lanced forth from his helmet's visor slits, hurtling towards Digamma's face like a pair of argent harpoons wrought from some cosmological furnace.

---

Though dazed by this false shell burst, Rho overcame her disorientation quickly. Violet energy began to coallesce around the head of her labrys, a throbbing, pulsating light flecked with specks of red and black that started to emit a rather loud thrum and caused the surrounding air to ripple and distort in sympathy as she charged up for some manner of powerful attack...

---

This, at last, seemed to have done Dis Baba in; little remained of the Kin overlord but smouldering pile of ash smeared across part of the wall and floor. The alien's shadow still persisted, however, and it casually slithered from beneath Digamma to the powdered remnants of its owner's body before turning to watch the proceedings with keen interest.

edited 20th Jul '11 10:13:15 AM by SullenFrog

The Danse Macabre Codex

Sub-Zero had to quickly cancel his freezing blast...and in the process, he accidentally froze himself. He struggled a bit, and after a few tries, he finally managed to break out. Fragments of ice dramatically flew all over the room as the Lin Kuei warrior broke free.

"Thank you, Lambda," said Sub-Zero. "Looks like we now have three Nomads I can respect. Well, one is dead, but still."

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Mason went over to Blink and passed her his M1911 and the ammo he had for it.

They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!

Realising what was happening, Chi picked himself up off the floor. This wasn't the time to grieve; far from it in fact. His eyes now glowed with the same red-orange fire as the lines running across his skin, and a wave of the same passed across his outfit, changing the long-sleeved t-shirt to a short-sleeved one with a hood, and revealing a pair of wrist bands. He passed one hand across his forehead, causing a large pair of goggles to appear nestled in his hair. He picked up one of his swords, the other one appearing in his hand in a flash of white light.

"Time to finish this."

With that, he charged.

---

Hope, meanwhile, was busy blasting fireballs and ice crystals at the same spot everyone else was aiming for.

edited 20th Jul '11 11:00:25 AM by Deadbeatloser22

"Yup. That tasted purple."

"Almost out."

Durant groaned, loading up his last MP5K.

edited 20th Jul '11 10:58:51 AM by Ominae

"Exit muna si Polgas. Ang kailangan dito ay si Dobermaxx!"