A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

Bowser had finally taken advantage of his predicament, and was now raining blow after blow on Digamma while he was bouncing around the room, and the occasional Inevitable. While it wasn't doing much of anything, single digits of damage add up over time.

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Digamma would feel something in the back of his mind. Not big enough to warrent attention, but enough to make it's presence known.

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

Rey ground his teeth slightly, staying as low to the ground as he could to try and avoid most of the flying projectiles. He had something to do now and he would be damned if he was going to mess up again. He'd caused problems in every single challenge he'd gotten involved in to this point. Well here it mattered, and he was going to do what needed to be done even if it killed him.

Easing back into life one step at a time

Even protected as it was by that distortion, exposing his left scythe to that scalding torrent of cosmological fire in this fashion had left Digamma's weapon in a rather sorry state; the intense heat had warped the scythe's blade considerably, dulling its edges and causing parts of it to run down the length of the shaft to burn through the golden Reaper's glove or dribble off onto the floor where they lay in a smoking pool of slag.

Smiling faintly, Lambda opened up his hand so that the palm was facing towards Digamma. "No, you do not."

And with that cryptic statement, the argent deity's prosthetic energy construct reshaped itself, that transparent silver half of a hand expanding and broadening to form a relatively simple-looking rectangular barrier which covered much of his body. Yet this simplistic design belied a durability like no other; the pellets from Digamma's shotgun wristband struck this block-shaped energy screen...and promptly crushed themselves flat between the hammer of their velocity and the anvil that was this silver barrier. The now-useless pellets then fell off, clattering to the ground and leaving the barrier itself completely undamaged and Lambda unharmed.

Simultaneously, a small circle of darkness appeared on the floor in front of Rey and just to his right...and from this black portal shot Lambda's heavy sword, interposing itself between the luchador and spinning rapidly to deflect the fire from Digamma's shoulder-mounted machineguns. So great was the craftsmanship that had gone into the forging of this twelve-foot long blade, and so durable the materials both before and after being tempered, that the high-calibre bullets did not leave so much as a single nick in the mighty slab of a weapon. if Rey were to reach out and grasp the massive sword by its hilt, the luchador would find that in spite of its immense size and seeming weight, it would feel remarkably light in his hands.

Take it, the argent deity's voice instructed him urgently, and when I give the word, throw it at him with as much force as you can muster.

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"Oh, I've got a lot more than just spunk, you old tramp," Rho replied.

With a mighty roar, the violet Nomad swung her labrys overhead and then brought it down in a swift and incredibly powerful overhand arc. The twin heads of her mighty battleaxe intercepted the drill of plasma on the way down...and did not even slow down, cutting the torrent of destructive gold-and-white energy in twain as though it were a physical object. A roaring shockwave of mixed purple, red and black energy erupted from her weapon as she buried its head in the ground, tearing up the already-sundered floor and marble tile and bringing the temperature in its immediate vicinity down to somewhere in the area of absolute zero as it streaked towards Digamma, freezing what remained of the now-bifurcated torrent of stellar ejecta into inert and useless yellow glass.

edited 22nd Jul '11 10:45:16 AM by SullenFrog

The Danse Macabre Codex

Rey didn't hesitate, reaching out with both hands to grasp the weapon, drawing it back to him, having to hold it a little awkwardly not from any perception of weight, just from the sheer size of it. He put it to his right, gripping it in his left hand while resting the right palm against it, waiting for the word to go.

Easing back into life one step at a time

-Isaac hurls several more rocks from the ceiling, wondering why he feels the need to demonstrate his own humongous sword.-

Sub-Zero couldn't help but stare in awe at the sword.

"He is the One," the ninja mouthed.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"A little help here!"

Spriggan fired the CAR-15 at the left shoulder-mounted cannon, only stopping to reload the carbine before proceeding to continue firing the assault rifle.

Sub-Zero formed an icy nugget ten feet above the shoulder cannon and simply let it drop.

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Chi leapt up and tried to scissor-strike the ammo belt leading into the right-shoulder mounted cannon.

"Yup. That tasted purple."

Mason was hit by every attack, and it hurt.

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

Cartwheeling to avoid a sudden spray of bullets, Link landed on his feet next to Rey - and instantly had to raise the Mirror Shield again to deflect yet another barrage.

Turning to his friend, he gave him a silent, yet reassuring nod.

I believe in you. Now go do this thing.

Raising the Fairy Bow, he fired two Ice Arrows at each cannon, hoping to freeze the barrels and thus render them useless.

edited 22nd Jul '11 3:19:24 PM by troydenite

Hope slid under a hail of bullets, trying to reach Mason before there was nothing else he could do.

"Yup. That tasted purple."

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Ahhh, That's Better...

— The right gloved fist slammed into the barrier with the force of a bullet train, then opened up, his long fingers freakishly extending around the angles of it. The distortion covered these fingers as the hand contracted into a fist, shattering the shield. The index finger whipped up, catching Lambda under the chin, forcing him to look up at that horrendous face.—

Smirk All You Like, kid, You'll Die With It Stuck There!

—The chest gate opened up, the din of a long finished battle coming from its darkness. The sound of a shell landing finished the charnal discord, and a hissing, pressurised plume of orangish-brown gas rushed into the argent Nomad's face and up his nose, nipping at the sensitive tissue of his eyes and ears. The slight tint of bitter almonds joined with the suffocating odor of mustard and garlic. Digamma's finger began prying Lambda's jaw open.

At the same time, the left fist pointed at Rho, firing out a dozen or strands from the god's inner sleeve to form a sort of white bullseye target in the path of the cold. A snap of his fingers detached the threads, and the target absorbed the entire blow, shattering before it hit the ground. In reprisal, the gilded deity slammed the handle of scythe left into the floor, sending a sonic shockwave her way.

The cannons stuttered to a halt under this barrage, static distortion busying itself with their repair. Scythe right raised itself up high, whacking into Bowser's softer underbelly, then firing a strafing round of deceptively slender golden death at the Challengers.

By now, the lighting of room had slowly begun to take on a blood-red tint, hints of gold in the severely cracked glass of the ceiling .—

My War Will Be Ready Soon...

edited 22nd Jul '11 4:46:23 PM by Colonial1.1

Sub-Zero dodged the golden line of doom.

"A war?" said Sub-Zero. "What are you talking about?"

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

"Aren't you satisfied?!"

Spriggan shouted at Digamma while moving to avoid any potential projectiles meant for him.

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Michael went to reload with another K3 mag box Spriggan left him.

"Dammit. This'll be the last."

edited 22nd Jul '11 5:17:40 PM by Ominae

"You've lost the war Digamma! The Nomads are dead! The bomb failed!"

To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy

Link raised the Mirror Shield again, diving in front of Rey to shield him from the deadly missiles.

"He won't give up, will he?"

"It's his war. Not anyone else's, but his. Maybe that's why he refuses to give up."

Despite himself, he smiled, with a hint of irony in his voice.

"Giving up would mean defeat. Defeat is death for War."

edited 22nd Jul '11 5:18:03 PM by troydenite

"This..." Narumi said, getting up. "This is the war he is talking about. He won't stop until one of us is dead." Narumi said. He weakly pointed his gun at Digamma, but dropped it due to weakness.

Unfortunately for Digamma, nothing of the sort happened; while the barrier gave slightly under the pressure of his fingers, it held...and while they did manage to reach around and force Lambda to look upon that hideous visage, the argent deity's smirk did not wane.

"You really have learned nothing, have you?" he said, curling the remaining organic parts of his left hand into as close an approximation of a fist as he could manage. In response to this gesture, the blocky shield narrowed and flattened into a wedge shape...and then shot forward with impossible speed, driving along Digamma's arm and splitting the gilt Nomad's limb open all the way to the bicep like the fibrous branch of a sappling. Furthermore, as the golden Reaper's arm came undone, the intense silver radiance of Lambda's fiery aura suddenly spread onto those long, cordlike fingers which had taken hold of his face—and in less than a second, it became apparent that the reason the argent corona which surrounded the silver deity looked like divine, silver fire was because it was divine, silver fire. The blaze spread rapidly along those freakishly distended digits, setting them alight with an argent pyre that swiftly robbed them of both their natural hue and their vitality; scant seconds after this blaze began, their grip would slacken and they would slump lifelessly to the floor, rapidly disintegrating into little more than a few scattered clumps of silvery ash.

"So fixated are you on the things you embody that you do not grow, do not evolve," Lambda continued, a look of scorn replacing the smirk on his face—or perhaps it was pain brought on by the mustard gas, which had made his voice turn particularly hoarse and phlegmatic, and was already causing what could be seen of his flesh to start welling up with ghastly-looking grey-yellow blisters. "You are not merely blind, you are ignorant—and willingly so no less—to the truth of your situation. That is why my predecessor saw you as nothing more than a dog to be put down and is why you will not win this day...relic."

That last word caused a malicious sneer to spread across Lambda's face for a brief second, one of his eyes squeezing shut as a rather large vesicle sprung up right next to it, and then he barked out a single command. "Rho!"

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At this shout, the violet Nomad wrenched her mighty battleaxe free of the ground and leapt clean over the shockwave. Using the force of her descent, the warrior woman then drove its shaft deep into the sundered floor and twisted her weapon a full ninety degrees to the right; in response to this motion, the entire chamber began to shake and rumbled violently, small chunks of masonry and decor tumbling from the ceiling as the tremors grew stronger and fiercer. Then, with a deep, bone-shuddering groan like some ancient titan awaking from a long period of hibernation, a series of thick, gnarled roots covered in numerous knots and sheathed in red-tinged black light erupted from the floor around Digamma's feet; these vascular plant organs grew and spread rapidly, and they swiftly grew around—and into—the golden Reaper's legs in a thick, tangled mess, effectively rooting him in place.

As if this immobilization weren't enough, the dozens upon dozens of knots which dotted these roots then opened up, revealing hundreds of small, lamprey-like jaws full of minuscule teeth which began to gnaw and suckle greedily at the open air. Those that were able to do so immediately latched onto Digamma's thighs and started to bite, slowly worrying away at the deity's legs with their sawlike teeth in order to suckle large quantities of his divine blood; and those mouths that could not do so began to hack up thick gouts of a strange black particulate substance which caused the 'skin' of the deity to slowly begin breaking out in a series of vile-looking rashes and pustules.

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Finally, Lambda spoke two words directly into Rey's mind.

Now, Mysterio!

edited 22nd Jul '11 6:10:30 PM by SullenFrog

The Danse Macabre Codex

"Okay!"

Rey nodded, quickly stepping back to be sure he could throw the weapon over Link. He drew back as far as he could, bracing the weapon firmly in his right hand while steadying it with the left, and with a shout of effort, hurled it nearly like a javelin towards the form of Digamma, putting every bit of extra strength granted from his powers into it.

Easing back into life one step at a time

Link ducked, letting the sword sail cleanly over him.

Let this work. Goddesses. Let this work...

edited 22nd Jul '11 5:48:55 PM by troydenite

"Finish Him!!" yelled Sub-Zero, eagerly anticipating the moment where Digamma would finally be listed among the fatalities of this game. Then, finally, the Lin Kuei warrior could go home. He didn't need to dodge, for he was to the side of the sword. He could sit back and enjoy the show.

edited 22nd Jul '11 5:49:53 PM by TestYourMight

J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!

Meanwhile, Blink looked up to watch the sword fly, then looked down at the naginata she held. She'd... hurt Lambda. Hurt him horribly. But it hadn't ben what she intended... and if whatever this sword was didn't work... she was going to help. Somehow. She wasn't sure if she trusted herself with the naginata anymore, though...

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

No matter what Digamma tried, he would find that he couldn't fix anything on his legs. In fact, from the wounds that were spreading, blood red Tron Lines were beginning to form and spread.

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"GAH!"

Bowser was struck and sent straight at Blink at an angle where she would see him coming out of the corner of her eye.

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The presence in Digamma's mind was growing stronger.

   "You are a fool Digamma. It takes more than simple power to be."   

edited 22nd Jul '11 6:08:03 PM by Makuta9999

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

Blink turn slightly, and only barely saw Bowser flying at her. Seconds before he mad impact, she vanished with a pop, reappearing on the opposite side of the room. The was frightened, and she felt horribly guilty. This was something... this would be a memory to bury, after it was over. Something not to focus on.

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