A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

"Hm... Maybe a bullet in the head?" Narumi said, pointing the gun slightly away from Mason just in case the idea is rejected.

The Gothic Serpent veteran told Narumi.

"I don't think death will be the answer here."

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Spriggan nodded at Durant.

"That's telling him."

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

"Then what do we do?" said Sub-Zero.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"Ill I am a, oo idios! Ri gan, ay I un." *

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

Spriggan approached Mason slowly and carefully until he was at arm's length of the SOG operative.

"Hand me whatever weapons you got!" The TGS agent told Mason.

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

"All right," said Sub-Zero. He tossed his ice grenade directly at Digamma's face.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"I'M UCKING ARALY!" *

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

"Cover me!"

Spriggan shouted to Michael, firing the K3 at Digamma while the masked teen went over to Mason and slinged his compact rifle.

"Which one of your weapons still has ammo, Mason?"

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

"Oth." *

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

"Take the weapons and run," said Sub-Zero. "This ice grenade could give Digamma a bad case of exploding head syndrome."

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

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Digamma snarled his displeasure under the electric assault. Pain was one thing, but disruption of bodily function was quite another. Before the vicious blow to the face came, he snatched hold of the argent Nomad's hair, then yanked him into the path of the Naginata and ice attacks.

The strike sent him spinning through the air, and he brought himself to a hovering halt not three meters from the centre of the room, grinning at his foes with a bleeding face.—

So He Was Still Sore On Losing That Bet Of Ours, To The End! Heheeheheheheheheh, He Didn't Tell You About THAT, Did He?!

— The ancient god went on chuckling to himself as he was caught in the enhanced explosion.

When the smoke cleared, all that remained of his robes were the tattered remnants that hung down from his waist. A braid of bone-white hair clung from his otherwise bald and scarred scalp, onto his back. More of the scenes of war and carnage played about his burned and wounded body, the noises from them getting louder.

Spreading his arms wide, Digamma retreated to the centre, gold and white blood splattering the floor to mix with the silver. With a gesture from the dismembered stump, the scythe's blade turned jet black, and the plowshare-turned-sword wrenched itself out from under Rho's boot to return to its master.

A blinding white column of light sizzled down onto the deity from the ceiling, enshrouding him. The rictus gleamed brighter than ever somehow.—

The Fight Must Go On. After All, As A "Devotee" Of Mine Put It... Ich Liebe Den Krieg.

— A million gold and white fibres descended down on him, matching the size of the column, and before the background noise halted, a single strand of white fibre snaked out to puncture right through the black mass that was Iota, dragging it into the column of threads.

The last thing the Nomad would feel before losing consciousness was the sharp pain of a clawed hand punching its way into its mass. —

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"HE'S A UCKING AZI!" *

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

Spriggan properly slinged the G36C on his back when he secured the CAR-15 and checked the magazine for ammo. Seeing that there was still ammo, he slapped the mag back and slinged it on his right shoulder before he got the M1911A1 and placed it on an empty pouch on his set alongside the pistol magazines.

"You keep the knife. I got one for myself..."

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

Blink toppled forward, shuddering. T Hat was all she had the strength do do at the moment. It would be several minutes before she recovered.

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

Link stood up again, fully healed by Hope.

He turned to Rey, and smiled.

"Thanks. You saved me back there. Without your thoughtmatter, I'd probably be dead."

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

Caught off-guard by this underhanded attack, Lambda was unprepared for the ice grenade and naginata which he suddenly found hurtling towards him. The former struck first, coating much of the argent deity's armour-covered body in a thick layer of frost and ice; wile this did not last particularly long, shattering less than a second later as the silver Nomad flexed his divine muscles, his temporary frozen state had retarded his reaction speed just enough that Lambda was unable to throw up one of his trademark octagonal barriers in time to intercept Xi's polearm.

What transpired next seemed to happen in agonizingly slow motion, as far as Rho was concerned; Lambda's eyes widened faintly in alarm, and he thrust his left arm out before his face in an effort to protect it from the skewering blade of the naginata. Perhaps he had intended to swat the flat of it with his palm and thus deflect its trajectory, or maybe grasp it by the shaft and stop its flight altogether; whatever the case may have been, his tumble combined with getting encased in a sheath of ice ensured that he was not fast enough. The edge of the naginata slid into the narrow gap between Lambda's middle and ring fingers, cutting through the armour plating and the gauntlet beneath as if they weren't even there; its velocity was not at all impeded by the fact that the weapon was now cutting divine metal and flesh and kept going, losing no momentum at all as it split the silver Nomad's hand in twain, straight down the middle...and just kept on going.

Grimacing in agony, Lambda bent his arm almost ninety degrees; this sudden motion robbed the naginata of much of its inertia and altered its trajectory so that, rather than bisecting his left arm in its entirety, it instead stopped at the elbow. A full foot of the polearm's blade protruded from the back of Lambda's now-bent forearm, leaving him unable to straighten the limb out.

At this point, the argent deity finally struck the floor; though they had seemed a lifetime to Rho, all the preceding events had transpired in just under two seconds.

"Shinji!" she cried, a look of shock and horror spreading across her face as she rushed to her husband's side and helped him onto his knees.

For his part, Lambda grasped the shaft of the naginata, grit his teeth and gave a single sharp tug. The silver Nomad let out a positively animalistic snarl of pain as he tore the polearm free, and copious amounts of silver blood issued forth as the left half of his left forearm flopped to the floor, leaving him with only two fingers and a thumb on the corresponding hand.

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"What are you Digamma? You're much worse than a Nomad."

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"What the fuck?"

Spriggan said out loud, gripping the CAR-15.

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

"Lambda!"

Link ran over to the Nomad. He had little in the way of healing abilities - that was Hope's domain. Still, he had to do something.

"Are you ok?"

Idiot... say something less banal! Of course he's not ok!

He tried again. "Is... is there anything I can do?"

The thoughtmatter bloomed once again around his hands, though by the looks of things, they would only hold up to one more use.

"I can get a fairy.... They can heal...."

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

"That is quite enough Digamma. I'd say you've had your fun for the day."

The copies of Zeta all stood at attention and stepped backwards as a figure a head taller then all of them stepped into the room from a connecting hallway. This figure wore a finely tailored black suit with a white button-up under shirt and black tie. He had rectangular glasses on that seemed to constantly gleam in the light and hide his eyes. His hair was slicked back and his face showed signs of age. Over all of this were glowing purple lines that looked like circuitry.

The man that the challengers knew as the real Zeta looked over everything and sighed. He looked a bit healthier then he did the last time they saw him, thats for sure. "The game is over. There aren't any continues left. All of this fighting is frivolous and pointless, just like it always has been. Your focus on battle was always so disappointing Digamma."

The nomad raised up his hand as the air around him rippled with unseen energy. Numbers, letters, and symbols started to fill the air around him, shifting to quickly to properly read. square blocks of reality around him seemed to flip around *

and rearrange to his will. The entire area behind him did one final flip before he was suddenly surrounded by a cloud of tiny, mechanical moths. The moths swarmed towards Digamma in an attempt to start eating away at his fibers.

"I'll be fine," Lambda snarled, rising to his feet with great difficulty; his damaged left arm hung at his side, thick gouts of silver blood running across what remained of the limb and spilling onto the floor as it dangled, limp and useless like a marionette missing one of its strings. the argent deity's breath came in laboured, angry gasps, and he seemed to have settled into a primal slouch in order to deal with the pain of this grievous inury. He was using his massive slab of a sword to hold himself up, shrugging off Rho's attempts to support him, and he glared down at Blink's naginata with barely-restrained rage.

for a moment, the silver Nomad was silent; then he gave the polearm a strong kick, sending it skidding across the floor before coming to a rest in front of the beleaguered teleporter.

"Pick it up, Xi."

It was a command, not a suggestion.

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Blink didn't respond, at first.

She didn't know who Xi was, and she was in a great deal of pain. Little did she know that the fraction of nomad power she had was just finishing repairing a series of nasty broken bones.

"... Xi...?"

She slowly looked up, for the first time realizing how badly Lambda was hurt.

"M-mister L-Lambda?! What-" she paused for a moment, clutching her sides and wincing, drawing a sharp intake if breath. "Wh-what happened?!"

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

"Lambda!" said Sub-Zero. "Sorry about the grenade. I meant to get Digamma, but he redirected it at you. Actually, you're very fortunate I made it wrong. Normally, these things burrow into the target and explode."

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Narumi ignored Lambda's plight as he coldly shoots at Digamma.

"You naginata happened," the argent deity replied, barely able to keep his voice from escalating into a snarl of anger. "This would not have happened had you been properly in control of your faculties. Pick it up, Xi."

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