A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

The Doctor hmms. "Anyone see that? The mist?"

As he travelled down the seemingly endless hallway like an iron colossus bestriding the universe, Ravage found his gaze flickering over the statues lining either side of the path. Part of him wondered just how many had come before him—how many Champions had attempted to gain their freedom, and of them how many had been successful? Were these monuments dedicated merely to those which had escaped or had been released, or was this entire corridor a grim mausoleum, the statues serving as mute testament to those who had met their ends at the hands of the Nomads?

Grim thoughts indeed, but the Decepticon Headmaster allowed himself something which might have been a smile. There was one considerable difference between these dead challengers and himself—namely, they were not him. They did not have his will to survive, his drive to succeed and above all, they did not have the Cybertronian warrior's ruthless pragmatist. He would escape today, and he would return to the life he deserved on his own terms rather than be consigned to death by the Nomads' or Maximals' hands...and if ensuring his liberty and freedom required him to throw his fellow prisoners 'under a bus', as the human expression went, then he would hardly lose any rest. He may have come to respect a few of the other Champions during his imprisonment, yes, but in the end they were still (primarily) human, and a mech had to have principles after all.

His thoughts trailed off then as he noticed the mist; though he did not halt or even slow down, the Transformer set all his sensors to maximum gain and began to scan the hallway as he walked. "I see it too, Doctor; be on your guard."

The Doctor leans on the wall. "You've been here the longest I believe... This any Nomad you know of?"

The mist swirled in the darkest portions of the room. It was black, like the depths of space. Slowly, it drifted and poured out of the shadows. What sounded like laughter came from seemingly no where. Closer inspection would reveal that the laughter was in fact thousands upon thousands of agonized screams, manipulated in volume to sound like a laugh.

Soon, the mist became so thick ahead that it was impossible to see through it.

"The song of agony," said a voice from the mists. "Isn't is glorious?"

A chorus of screams came from the mist. There were so many the bled into each other.

Gordon slowed to a halt, eyeing the myst. "Who are you?"

He didn't recognize this mist, whatever it might've been.

"I'd assume Xi told you about me," the voice said simply.

"You're that dirty rat bastard, Quincinetti!" Natsu angrily shouted, though he got the name horribly wrong. Flames flickered out from his mouth as he spat out his statement, his eyes literal fireballs.

"Quingenti? Nice to meet you. I'm Captain Alex Mason, formerly of the United States Marine Corps, although you, you bastard, can call me "Oh fuck no, please, have Mercy!""

"You must be that asshole that abused Brink-chan." Narumi said, whipping out his Lost Driver. "I'll... no... we'll make you pay." Narumi said, slapping the driver on his waist, creating the belt. Narumi then takes out the black USB and presses a button on it.

SKULL!

"Henshin." Narumi said, placing the Gaia Memory into the driver and snapping it into the prime position.

SKULL!

A purple circle appears from the belt as junk begins to pile onto Narumi, creating his armor. Narumi takes off his Fedora as the junk piles onto his neck. When the junk creates a skull-like helmet, Narumi places the hat back on, with his scarf blowing in the wind. " Now... Let us count up your sins!" Narumi said, pointing to Quingenti.

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Meanwhile, Phi paces back and forth the Amphitheater. " Ooooh, where are the others?" Phi said in a worried tone.

edited 8th Jun '11 2:22:16 PM by Psyga315

"Well, I think that answers your question," Ravage growled at the Doctor, flexing the digits of his free hand. Panels on his forearm began to flip open or recede into the limb's superstructure, and the twin barrels of a fairly large cannon emerged from within, the cylindrical tubes rotating and extending to form a long muzzle in a series of whirs, clicks and whines. A loud KA-KLAK rang out as the weapon's safeties disengaged and its internal magazine fed ammunition into its chambers, and though he did not level the gun at Quingenti just yet it hummed as internal reactors fed it power.

Mason just raised his CAR-15.
"I'm gonna enjoy unloading all 630 bullets into you Quingenti. I only wish I had more ammo."

-The Dullahan says nothing, but draws his sword.-

You monster... We will bring you down.

-Isaac draws his own blade as well.-

-Somewhere, the beast wakes... and finds itself in a desolate, empty hallway. It slithers into the shadow of a large statue, and there waits for prey to draw near.-

-Elsewhere still, a man suddenly starts laughing, for he feels that the end of an age draws near.-

Kimimaro stepped forward, glaring at the mist that was Quingenti; the irises of his eyes had turned golden-yellow, and the sclera of his eyes was beginning to turn black. Kisame stepped forward, fangs bared, and readied Samehada, unwrapping the top several inches of the blade, the blue-gray scales wiggling slightly as the living weapon readied itself for battle.

Craft came to a stop, hefting his cannon to his shoulder. This situation reminded him of his time in the Neo Arcadian military - the countless disappearances and military operations that the Einherjar Eight Warriors and his previous unit had undertaken. It was nice to be back in familiar territory.

"You are nothing more than a delusional Maverick, Nomad. We can retire you the easy way or the hard way," he said bluntly, activating the aiming laser so that he could fire as soon as possible. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll select the former option."

Quingenti laughed, as the mist whirled and shifted.

"You god damn son of a bitch," Gordon said, raising his shotgun. "We're going to kill you. What you did is unforgivable."

"What I did to Xi? I fixed her. The song of her pain was so sweet... It's been long since I've heard such wonderful music," the mist said. "Perhaps one of you shall provide such a song. For here, at the end of all things, I will enjoy myself one last time."

Slowly, the mist began to condense, and coalesce into a humanoid form. The form was black, as dark as a black hole. It looked as if someone had cut a humanoid whole in reality. It was clearly masculine. A golden wound marred one shoulder, but otherwise, Quingenti was jet black.

"Now, let the fun begin..."

With that, both of his arms split into thousands of razor-sharp needles, clusters of tiny spikes.

"Suiton: Suikoudan!"

A large mass of water, shaped like a shark and hardened by chakra, was sent barreling toward Quingenti at high velocity.

"Teshi Sendan!"

At the same time, a fusillade of bone-bullets - 10 in all - flew toward the Nomad's head and neck.

Mason fired a three-round burst at Quingenti's crotch.

Narumi fired Five Rounds Rapid at Quin's head.

Wasting no time, Ravage raised his arm and fired a single shot at the Nomad's onyx form. The dim light of the corridor was briefly thrown back as a scintillating sphere of plasma erupted from the twin barrels of his gun, and the air howled as this crackling and destructive orb shot towards Quingenti at speed.

-The Dullahan advances, sword raised, as the ground opens underneath Quingenti.-

Craft simply opened fire, sending a beam barrelling toward the Nomad at high speed.

"You will hear your song one last time. The lyrics will be provided by you."

The Doctor searches for a weapon. "I need a plan here! I do not use guns!"

Gordon punctuated this with a blast from his shotgun, aimed at the Nomad's chest.

The shark made of water hit first. Quingent's body bent backwards impossibly, in a manner that would snap a normal person's spine. However, the nomad proceeded to defy physics even further be swisting his body sideways from this position, to avoid the bulk of the gunfire coming at him. However, Mason's bullets grazed him left leg, and the edge of Ravage's plasma sphere boiled through a great deal of needles. Quingenti didn't react to this, at least outwardly. He snapped back up into position and was suddenly up and hovering over the pit, towards the champions. Needles extended and lashed out at champions. If they hit, those struck would feel excruciating pain.

Gordon sprinted to the side, to avoid the storm of needles.

edited 8th Jun '11 3:03:27 PM by AnnoR

The Doctor does the same thing as Gordon.

Kimimaro nimbly dodged the needle-strikes with his superhuman speed & agility, leaping back and firing more bone-bullets at Quingenti's head. Kisame appeared to be hit... and then dissolved into water. The Mizu Bunshin dispelled, the real Kisame came out from behind the nearby statue of a full-armored Champion and launched from his mouth a focused barrage of small, highly-compressed/hardened spheres of water, travelling at a speed only a little below that of bullets.

Narumi fired a few energy bullets before rolling out of the way.

-Isaac ducks behind an earthen wall, while the Dullahan seems to ignore the needles. It swings at the Nomad, sword crackling.-