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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Feb 27, 2013 23:09:34 GMT -5
The mighty queen of the skies slammed her wings, and the air buckled under the broad feathers with a bloom of jagged electric spears. The humming mass of lightning streaks raced towards War. A second before they struck his muscular form, crimson orbs blazed and the ice and snow coating the red giant hissed and melted, enveloping him in a thin, conductive membrane of water. The thunder touched combat incarnate and wrapped around him in a stiffening embrace, the massive bruiser's legs and arms swinging out wide. His head cocked back jerkily, and War gurgled from his mouth, foamy specks flying from behind his damaged mask. Laughter, deep and dark as the ocean, erupted from behind the Second Horseman. Sneering through blood-slicked fangs, Ketos stepped forward. Ziz ceased her electric barrage, wings folding tight and eyes narrowing at the sight of the dragon, but War reminded unmoving and splayed, his watery coat holding the charge.
"No armed force can withstand the wrath of Ketos," cooed the dragon. "So why should you, War?"
Clenched jaw frothing in rage, War tried to whirl around and deal death to the fool arrogant enough to speak down to him, but his paralyzed body simply toppled over, limbs straight and unbending. Ketos laughed at this, his open maw thrown into the air, and the cackling sea monster threw down a clawed foot! War's mask was shattered once again- the Horseman was honestly getting sick of reforming it- and the dragon's jagged-skinned heel rammed into his mouth, separating the spongy tissues of his tongue and knocking his teeth down his throat. The helpless Horseman chocked and gagged as the shattered enamel trickled down his windpipe, their dipping, dropping path only hastened by his struggles. War's body glowed his rage, and the brutal being tried to leap up, swing his saber, clutch at Ketos, bite the dragon, anything, but his stunned musculature simply wouldn't cooperate. He was still held down by the sea king's electrically charged sheet of water, the mighty Horseman restrained by only a millimeters-thick surface of liquid. It made the red giant madder than all of Hell, but there was little he could do about it.
As Ketos sneered down at the struggling Horseman, he saw a change in the small, pig-like eyes of the brute. The dragon's face contoured into something angry and confused, but a white-hot nail of pain into his right shoulder obliterated any thought into a high pitched, squealing scream! A bloody silver tip protruded from a flower of hot red spreading across the Demon of the Deep. Purple arches formed behind the blue beast as he was raised up, held suspended in the air by a single, massively thick arm. Ketos's howls increased in shrillness as gravity pulled at his dangling feet and thrashing tail, the curved weapon punched through his flesh and bone cutting deeper as the sinister force dragged him down. Arc silently stared into the back of the shrieking dragon's head, his shaded eyes flat and emotionless. The alien warrior was charred and blackened, ash falling from a wide crater in his chest. The fused assault of Mara and Yuuka had not been ineffective against the silent cyborg, yet it had not crippled him either. Much of the knight's body was gone, burned away in the infernal heat of the combined attack, but what remained was still strong, still powerful. Arc could not be stopped. He would never be stopped. Not until every once of him was burned and cast away.
War, freed from paralysis, rose with a fierce animal bellow. The Horseman had not yet regenerated enough tissue or teeth to speak properly, so he settled on raging like a beast, wordless, meaningless cries of brute fury tumbling from his broken jaw like the rumble of a waterfall. The Second Horseman lashed out with his mechanical arm, the metal fingers digging deep into Arc's rubbery hide. Then a great blast of fire burst out! Combat incarnate had launched a mini-nuke at pointblank range! Arc was staggered as if struck by the world's largest heavyweight punch, his flail arm vanishing under a sheet of smoke and fire, more of his flesh flashed into ash. A huge gap was spurting purple blood as the cyborg steadied himself, a whopping hole in the middle of his arm, metallic bone shimmering from the pit of the gory crater, but Arc only turned his helmeted head towards the Second Horseman, hidden eyes flashing. The red giant tried charging through the smoke and slamming into Arc at full speed, but the master of flesh and force reached him first! Stepping from the slate fog and swinging forward the skewered Ketos, Rust's Shadow hammered War with the very tip of his bladed limb! The blow caught the Horseman in his forehead, the thinly-maned skull of the brute cracking like an egg. Ketos screeched as more of Arc's hooked arm pushed through his body, the curved bend forcing its girth out of his torn flesh like warrior childbirth.
As War fell backwards, blood spewing from his split brow, Arc raised Ketos up high and titled his head expectantly.
"CURSE! CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU!," moaned the dragon in deep, ragged suffering.
The Knight of the Savior only inclined his ivory-capped cranium and thrust the sea monster up again, as if offering him to the dark clouds above. The dragon screamed more, his claws snatching desperately at the silver point that speared his flesh.
"Fine!," spat the dragon. "But I will chose the targets!"
Stretching a set of talons towards the ashen skies, the Tyrant of the Seas gathered his element. From the frozen snow and freezing mist, a towering column formed, a twisting spire composed solely of water and ice. The liquid cyclone weaved high into the heavens, its peak piercing the clouds. The stormy blanket above the battlefield seemed to swell for a moment, then it burst! Four jets of icy water slashed down through the air, throwing up spray and foam in their wake. The watery pillars impacted hard with their targets- the Horsemen and Ferrum Magnus. Famine and Conquest crumbled under the force, the shining archer's armor caving in and the skeletal plague-spreader nearly snapping in half, his gauntness not in his favor. War and Ferrum, both still sprawled on the ground under vicious attack, were simply pushed across the jagged earth. As Ketos kept his chosen victims under the watery gushes, his slitted eyes burning bright, Arc reached up with his free forearm. The metallic, nub-like end of his flail arm met the water rising from the dragon's palm in a broad column, and the entire tower came to life with violet lightning. Pumped full of Arc's power, the winding, weaving liquid pillar carried the massive charge like vertical power lines. The soaked monster were all fried in the same moment. War stretched stiff again, his closed mouth straining in outrage at his repeated fate. Famine and Ferrum smoked and sparked, dead flesh and metal reacting in the same way. Conquest was affected the most dramatically, his armor lighting up and his feathered wings blossoming into crimson flames. The First Horseman formed a fiery cross with his ravaged body as he stumbled and flailed. The most noble of the Horsemen was being reduced to mere poweer at his edges.
With a shrug of his round shoulders, Arc cast Ketos from the hook of his left arm. The Demon of the Deep landed across the still body of War with a squeal. Ketos reared her maddened head and threw a string of curses after Arc as the master of flesh and force marched determinedly towards his next pair of targets-
The ones who had scorched his durable body black... the flowery titan and the quick electric fox that had schemed to bring a brutal blindside down on his ally and him...
Yuuka and Mara.
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Post by GI Jho on Feb 28, 2013 0:47:43 GMT -5
High above the other combatants, amidst the massive storm clouds and unnatural winds, a new opponent was approaching. The blizzard howlede and cried, and the winds kicked up ever more violently, giving Ketos and Kori and advantage while serving to hamstring the horsemen and the Sheekh Mech sent to attack them. But from within the tumultuous heavens, a fireball rapidly approached. A shape lay within the aura of flames that encompassed the rapidly approaching object; what it was, no one could make out, as the flames completely obscured its appearance from sight. The flaming object's destination was soon made known: it was gonig to crash right into the middle of the chaos, where the fighting was its most fearsome! Within a few moments, the monsters of the brawl were forced to brace for impact...
And soon, the impact came.
With an enormous eruption, one that quaked the very earth the monsters stood upon, and threatened to floor those caught in the violent tremor, the flames settled down, and a smoldering form could be seen from within the charred mass. Suddenly, the form burst into flame, and its muscular body leaped into the air and crashed down with another miniature explosion. The beast was none other than the rampaging brute, Ontslaan! The beast soon sniffed the air, her nostrils flaring as she picked up the scent of her first victim: Rosie. The Walrus warrior rolled his shoulders and gestured for her to come to him.... and she did. With reckless abandon, the ferocious berserker barreled straight towards Rosie, the various cracks that adorned her body shooting out geysers of flames. Rosie was quick to stop such an attack, and delivered a vicious punch to Ontslaan's face as soon as she was within striknig range. The blow caused Ontslaan to stumble backwards, elicitign a growl of anger, before the fiery brute lashed out!
Ontslaan struck out with a wild, right punch, but Rosie blocked it with his forearm. Ontslaan soon followed up with a left punch, but Rosie once more blocked it, and countered with a powerful headbutt. Ontslaan grunted in aknowledgement of the blow, shaking her head, before she snarled and struck out with a straight punch this time. Rosie grabbed her hand, his massive paw easily wrapping around her smaller fist, as he reared his other hand for a straight punch to Ontslaan face. But the berserker had other plans- suddenly, a sharp, lancing pain rattled Rosie's head, as Ontslaan's fire sword peirced straight through Rosie's hand and out the other side. Before Rosie could withdraw his hand, Ontslaan rotated her arm and ripped the blade out the side of Rosie's hand, a geyser of blood welcoming Ontslaan's blade back to fresh air. Rosie snarled, and balled his bloodied hand into a fist, but Ontslaan pressed her advantage. With a savage roar, Ontslaan rushed towards Rosie, shoulder lowered, aiming to skewer him on her shoulder spikes...
"Like wise to you, Ziz," Kori grumbled somewhat low, as he watched Ketos and Arc go to work on the horsemen. Impressive- certainly an impressive display of power! But Kori wasn't here to play off of egos- no, he came here to destroy the horsemen. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Kori spotted Famine, the emaciated horseman taunting him, as his hands filled with an eldritch energy. The ice dragon soon dove down towards the emaciated monstrosity, and circled overhead, jsut outside of reach from the 2nd horseman's blows. But the horseman was prepared, and soon, a cloud of foul breath enveloped Kori. The ice dragon soon collapsed to the earth, coughing and wheezing, hs eyes watering and his ears ringing. His body was revolting from this horrific stench!
"Now, now, just stay still for little old me... hehehe..." Famine approached slowly, as if savoring the chance to make the hero suffer.
"N-... N- not thi-... s time!" Kori snarled, before an icy pulse soon exploded outwards from hsi body. Famine's eyes grew wide, before he was sent flying backwards from the pulse's force, a layer of ice covering his thin, paper-like skin. Famine rose to his feet, clearly irritated, but was soon greeted with an enormous mace tail aimed at his face....
Ferrum's systems worked on overdrive today. The Sheekh Mech recovered from the electric shock almost instantaneously, its form spatrking occasionally, but otherwise in tip top shaep. The cold, however, was a different story. Ice was never a friend to the prototype- his joints and circuits were not built for extreme cold, which put him at a disadvantage in situations such as these. Nevertheless, Ferrum pressed on, his shoulder turrets locking onto Arc's form. This one had directly attacked the horsemen, and seemed to be cuasing quite a bit of chaos at the moment... so Ferrum decided to seize this moment, and fired a salvo of plasma missiles at the brute....
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Post by The Great MM on Feb 28, 2013 1:50:09 GMT -5
Just before Ferrum fired, the monolith crashed forward. From behind it, Rosie tossed Ontslaan like a ragdoll, ignoring the pain in his hand that would cripple most others. The walrus snorted, spitting saliva onto the volcanic landscape as he opened and closed his wounded hand. It worked fine. Damage mattered not… if it was usable, all was okay. His blue eyes rolled back to glare at the recovering Ontslaan and Ferrum. The gladiator rumbled before charging forward and leaping, coming down with a mighty stomp in the back of the demon!
She shouted in fury as her body was pressed into Ferrum Magnus, causing the mech’s body to whine…
However, as Rosie stood on top of his foes, a brilliant flash came from the surrounding walls of churning smoke…
Just as he lifted his head, a mighty arrow struck him in the chest! However, instead of detonating, the shaft of the weapon erupted into dozens of whip-like tendrils! They lashed about like a swarm of angry vipers, slicing into Arc and Ontslaan while the arrow’s head began to rotate, burrowing into Rosie’s muscular chest…
As Arc collapsed and Ontslaan rolled off of Ferrum with a groan, Conquest descended from above. His armor was coated with some ice, but the Horseman was virtually unharmed. He chuckled, “We are above the rules of temperatures and physics.”
His silver hoofed right leg came down, crashing into the skull of Ontslaan while he spun around, kicking Rosie’s face and flooring the walrus monster. Standing on one leg on Ontslaan’s face, Conquest fired his bow again, launching numerous arrows at Arc! They hit Rustred’s companion, making him squeal as the energy tips sliced through his hide and armor before exploding, showering the volcanic landscape with bits and pieces of his flesh.
By now, Ontslaan was starting to struggle, but try as she might, she couldn’t remove Conquest from her head. Noticing her hands pushing against his shins, Conquest looked down. “Now now…”
He fired his bow, sending an arrow directly into her eye!
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Feb 28, 2013 12:33:03 GMT -5
Darklore had made a grave mistake. It was one thing to taunt the plant being with the souls of deceased children in her face....
It was another to do so when she had a copy of herself that didn't have her hands preoccupied. Darklore found this out the hard way as a finger tapped on his shoulder. He turned, and though his face didn't show any change of emotion as he saw the second botanical giant swinging her clasped hands at him like a wrecking ball, one could almost hear the silent, "oh" his souls muttered right before the hands smashed upwards into his lower jaw, the hit nailing him with a strength one would think fit for a god as he was sent flying over the molten ashlands and into the approaching Arc, both foes tumbling over one another. With that, Darklore's power over the field of souls was cut short, if only temporarily, allowing Yuuka's vines to win out. The vines receeding into her body, the other copy of the plant looked at her clone, before they both fused together. She looked around, eyes narrowed as she hissed in irritance. "THere is a difference between living and the dead. I care greatly for those children I can tell are alive. Those souls you have are dead, unreachable. THere is nothing I can do to help them." She told herself. Still, it was a dirty trick, an eyesore for her. Were she not here to deal with the Horsemen, she would give Darklore a piece of her mind.
A groan in pain caught her attention. The plant looked over and saw Mara coughing up blood, the fox's body sliced apart and torn into by Darklore's souls. "Damn that bastard... Damn him." She groaned, rising up onto her feet. The fox looked over to where Darklore and Arc were, the two monsters apparently now fighting each other. Electrical orbs began to form around her tails, and she prepared to fling them. No one messed with Persephone's Guard and lived to tell the tale...
Meanwhile, Asmodeus groaned as she lay on the ground, her form charred and smoking. She sat up, and grabbed the horns that were pierced into her breasts. Of course... they jus thad to do THAT... and for her Black Blood to act up as well. She tried prying them out, but it as no use. They were firmly jammed in there. Suddenly, a thought came to her. Of course! She was supposed to have control over it. Why had she forgotten? The Black Blood liquified as she pulled the horns out, the blood rehardening to prevent it from spilling. Still, it hurt like hell. Damn those Horsemen... Wait, why were they called Horsemen if they didn't have horses to ride on? She shook her head. No, now wasn't the time to ask questions. Where was Armageddon?
FInally, her eyes laid on him. The once proud creation of Satan, the very being meant to kill her, now lookin glike a mere shadow of his former glory. The fight had done alot to Armageddon, and never before had Asmodeus seen him in such poor shape. His horns torn off, his body charred and burnt, wounds all over... She didn't know if he was alive or not... No. SHE would be the one to kill Arma, not anyone else. "Brother dear, wake up. You are not dead yet, you shall not die here and now." She said as she placed her hand on Arma's body, energy flowing from her hand into him. It was the least she could do. Arma had always wanted to be the one to kill her, and yet, here she was, alive, with Arma in such bad shape. It was a hatred and rivalry that was older than some univserses, but if it meant letting loose destruction upon these poor fools who thought they had free rights to bash around her brother... then she would be more than glad to set it aside to take them down. It was almost ironic, really. WHen Arma had first arrived, she had been frightened to know he was back, but that was more of her control over fear being out of control than a real genuine fear of him. And now, she was willing to help the one who wanted more than nothing else to kill her...
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Mar 2, 2013 1:59:19 GMT -5
OOC: The next few posts are for storyline purposes. DO NOT POST until you are given the all-clear to do so.
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But Asmodeus hardly gets any energy into Armageddon before the massive form of War sails through the air and crashes into the siblings. The Horseman immediately gets up, grabbing the dazed Asmodeus by the head and flinging her in the direction from whence he came. The Embodiment of Lust flies through the air for a short distance before she’s unceremoniously swatted away by an invisible force, an azure streak passing through her original flight path a moment later.
Neo-Spacegodzilla rockets toward War, hatred burning in his eyes. The Second Horseman grabs Armageddon by the feet and spins around once, gaining momentum before releasing his grip and sending the Apocalypse Incarnate flying toward the crystal tyrant. The monster is batted away by telekinesis just as his sister was moments before, NSG continuing forward unhindered and unleashing his Corona beam in response. The twisting beam stabs into War’s shoulder and detonates, sending bits of charred flesh flying.
Taking advantage of his opponent’s distraction, NSG continues forward at top speed, aiming to ram the Horseman again. This proves a terrible mistake, however, as War shrugs off the beam and catches the saurian by the shoulder crystals. The inertia of NSG’s 80,000-ton mass traveling at such speed drives War back a couple hundred meters, his hoofed feet tearing trenches in the rocky ground, but the powerful Horseman stays upright. Then, with a snort, War swings Neo-Spacegodzilla and slams him down back-first. The ground craters under the massive impact and most of NSG’s remaining crystal dorsal plates shatter, shards stabbing into his back Not relenting in his assault, War lifts up one of his hoofed feet and slams it down on the saurian’s damaged chest, a wet “crack” emanating from his ribs as they fracture, making NSG cough up blood.
As Neo-Spacegodzilla snarls in rage, his tail springs up like an enraged cobra and lashes out, the crystal spur at its tip stabbing directly into the front of War’s throat. The Horseman gurgles, blood leaking out from both around the crystals piercing his neck and the edges of his gasmask. NSG sneers in satisfaction, but his expression quickly shifts to one of shock as War reaches up with his robotic hand and grips the appendage. The saurian surges energy through his body, crimson energy crackling up War’s leg and arm. Unfazed, the Horseman pulls the tail away from his neck. Growing desperate, Neo-Spacegodzilla fires his Corona beam, splitting it numerous times. The split beam wraps around War like an energized octopus, stabbing in and exploding all over his entire body. But the red monstrosity barely even acknowledges the attack, and begins applying more pressure with his hand. NSG tries to pull his tail away, but he can’t even budge it from the Horseman’s iron grip. A few seconds pass, then...
CRACK!
Neo-Spacegodzilla shrieks in agony as the end of his tail falls and dangles limply, the vertebrae inside utterly shattered. War releases the tail and levels his robotic hand with the writhing monster pinned under his foot, preparing to fire a mini-nuke at point-blank. He’s thwarted, however, when yellow-green bolts of energy leap from Neo-Spacegodzilla’s shoulders and strike his body, enveloping him in a glow of the same color. Try as he might, the Horseman can’t move.
Caught in the Gravity Tornado, War is helpless as he’s lifted off of NSG’s chest. The crystal tyrant sighs in relief as the pressure on his chest is removed. Raising War higher, Neo-Spacegodzilla gets to his feet. With a motion of his hand, War is flipped upside-down. The trapped behemoth then starts to spin. Faster and faster he rotates until he’s almost a blur. Then, Neo-Spacegodzilla slowly lowers War down. A wicked grin forms on his face as he inches the monster closer to the ground. After a few more seconds, the top of War’s head makes contact. Sparks and bits of rock go flying as he’s pressed down against the ground. Like a demented drill, War begins to burrow into the rock. Soon smoke begins to rise as well, generated by the heat of the friction.
Before very long, War’s entire head is underground and his shoulders start to make contact. But that’s as far as he gets, as Neo-Spacegodzilla’s concentration is broken by a volley of energy arrows stabbing into his back and detonating. Cutting off the flow of energy from his shoulder crystals, NSG whips around and launches his Corona beam, the swirling projectile striking Conquest’s armored chest and exploding in a shower of sparks. This distraction proves costly for the saurian as a massive explosion rips into his back and throws him forward to the ground. Behind him, War stands up, smoke still rising from the launcher on his wrist which just fired the mini-nuke. Most of the flesh has been stripped from the top of the brute’s head, and his mask has been mangled for the umpteenth time in this battle. Both start to repair almost immediately.
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Through all the chaos, a voice creeps across the battlefield. It’s quiet, like whispers on the wind, but at the same time perfectly audible to all the fighters. It seems to have no particular source, instead sounding like it comes from everywhere at once.
“Umbra... Gigas...”
Conquest quickly responds cheerfully. “Ah, good of you to join the proceedings!”
War’s gasmask puffs a cloud of mist as his demonic voice speaks harshly. “Hmph. About damn time.”
“You’re all in for it now!” adds Famine before bursting into mad laughter.
All of the fighters can feel it, even if they don’t outwardly show it. A primal feeling, deep down in the pits of their stomachs. A sense of impending doom.
Of death itself.
Several of the monsters begin looking around, but none of them can see anything. Eventually, a flash of lightning illuminates something in the sky. Or rather, it’s what it doesn’t illuminate that catches their attention. A massive sphere of blackness no less than 300 meters in diameter hurtles down like a meteor. No one has time to react before it impacts directly in the center of the battleground, detonating with all the fury of a small nuclear warhead. Monsters are lifted up and hurled through the air, simultaneously battered by the shockwave and burned by the intense heat of the blast.
As the mushroom cloud rises into the air, the full extent of the damage can be seen. Broken monsters lay scattered all around the edge of a gigantic crater over a mile across, which is quickly turning into a lava lake. The three Horsemen are completely unscathed, though. It’s as if they hadn’t been anywhere near the blast! Ferrum Magnus likewise escaped harm, but only thanks to Conquest moving to shield him at the last moment. Now the winged Horseman carries the mech out of the crater, dropping it off at the edge before going elsewhere. War and Famine likewise march out of the crater shortly afterward, emerging several hundred meters away from each other. The red Horseman quickly spots his quarry, Neo-Spacegodzilla, and lumbers forward.
By this point, several of the monsters have begun stirring. Still relatively fresh due to her late arrival, Ziz is among the first to recover. The great bird spreads her wings and prepares to take off, when suddenly a black fireball slams into her back and throws her to the ground with a powerful explosion. As she starts to get back up again, a figure instantly appears in front of her, seemingly out of thin air.
Death. The Fourth Horseman has arrived.
“You did thi-”
Ziz doesn’t get to finish her statement. With a flash and glint of metal, a deep gash is carved across her breast. She screeches in pain and a spray of blood erupts from the wound just as Death vanishes again, the spray flying through where he was just standing. A moment later, another cry of agony fills the air, this time from Ketos. The sea dragon stumbles and falls over, his side flayed open as Death stands in front of him, facing away from him. Both Ziz and Ketos writhe in pain as the tissue around the edges of the wounds inflicted by Death’s blades begins to blacken and die.
Meanwhile, War has reached Neo-Spacegodzilla. The crystal tyrant lays on the ground in a bloody mess. The Horseman reaches down with his right hand and grabs NSG by the throat, lifting the azure monster off the ground. He then lifts up his robotic arm and begins to rev the chainsaw, ready to carve into the saurian.
Famine has likewise found a plaything in the form of Arc, though he’s not having nearly as much fun with the silent monster as he’d like. He repeatedly rakes his fingers, charged with the purple energy, across Arc’s back, but the monster barely even acknowledges the strikes as he starts to stand up.
“Gah, come ON! Scream! Make a noise! SOMETHING!”
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 2, 2013 21:13:31 GMT -5
Blood and saliva fell from the corners of Neo-SpaceGodzilla’s tusked jaws. The crystalline saurian gurgled, unable to escape the hold as War’s chainsaw grew dangerously close. For the powerful clone of the monster king, all he could hear was the angry roar of the saw despite the blasts of the surrounding volcanoes. His eyes closed, ready for the unavoidable…
But then, for a brief moment, for just less than a second, he felt a familiar presence…
And then the hold released. War fell to the side after a loud bang resonated from his skull. A blur landed a distance a way, hands stretched out after his knee smashed against War’s head. The black eyes of the beast looked up at Neo-SpaceGodzilla, unholy energy coursing through them. Their glance was all that they needed. A thousand and one conversations and battle tactics were traded in that one look.
Thresher stood up, snarling as he turned his back to the recovering saurian and watched War stumble to his feet. The crimson juggernaut spat and snarled, “Who the hell are you!?”
The cybernetic shark narrowed his black eyes and pointed a metallic claw at Death. “I told him that all your asses are mine. You’re first.”
War unsheathed his blade, gripping it with both organic and robotic hands. “So you say.”
Thresher’s fins expanded, enlarging as steel blades formed from his shoulders. The two then charged, closing the gap instantly! Thresher brought his blade fins up, catching War’s descending blade with a cross. Quickly, the embodiment of battle lifted a hoofed foot and kicked, causing Thresher to stumble back. However, he dodged the following blade strike and lashed out with his bladed tail, slicing it across War’s chest. The demon cursed again, firing several rockets in response. The warheads slammed into Thresher, blasting him across his face, chest, and belly.
As Thresher continued to back away, the red giant’s bazookas launched! A translucent glow suddenly surrounded the primeval shark monster, blanketing him in a protective barrier. However, even within his wall of protection, Thresher fell back, not even his barrier able to absorb the entirely of the assault which formed a lava-filling crater upon impact.
However… all this was according to plan. For behind War, Neo-SpaceGodzilla.
The Horseman fired again, but suddenly, a translucent barrier wrapped around his entire front side! War’s bazooka shots bounced off of NSG’s shield and struck him, sending him flying back with an inaudible curse. A fiery tail followed the airborne War before he crashed into the side of a large rock, splitting it in half. The saurian looked at Thresher, the pair sneering in satisfaction as War groaned some six hundred or so meters away…
But suddenly Arc was thrown between the pair!
Landing with a thud, the silent assassin rolled onto his back before starting to stand. Neo-SpaceGodzilla and Thresher lifted their heads, spotting Famine approaching. The incarnation of torture tilted his head, long tongue rolling from vile jaws and yellow teeth. Purple mist gathered in his boney fingers… “I’m going to make you all wish you’ve NEVER BEEN BOR-“
Famine suddenly stumbled forward before falling hard on his face.
Behind him, Rosie brought his right foot back down to the ground. The Klenthurian gladiator snarled and rolled his shoulders. His entire body was burnt, entire patches of his fur obliterated and his skin underneath blackened. But he refused to stay down. He stomped his foot, causing Thresher to nod. “Good to see you haven’t lost you’re fighting spirit.”
Before the walrus responded, the dark skies began to rain. But it wasn’t water… A storm of arrows fell on them like the angels of Heaven had open fired! There were hundreds, if not thousands, falling directly down! NSG and Thresher erected their shields, but the energized weapons magically passed through their barriers! Their bodies were coated in hellfire, sending each to a knee. The arrows stabbed into the hides before detonating, taking off entire chunks of meat and armor. Rosie brought his hands up, protecting his head as he fell forward, tripping over Famine. Even Arc was hit, blasting him back down as the four’s eyes looked up, spotting Conquest overhead…
Then movement came from the side. Thresher’s doll-like eyes narrowed as Death approached, scythes surging with nightmarish power. The shark began to stand, slapping the hot ground with his tail. Evil incarnate lifted a palm, showering the twisted guardian with blasts of power as he approached! These blasts were stronger, some hitting him and others striking the ground. Arc and Neo-SpaceGodzilla fell back, slamming on the ground as Thresher lifted a hand, erecting a protective shield again. He charged forward, keeping his barrier up.
Just as he got in close, the silent Death sidestepped, bringing up a foot and kicking it into Thresher’s gut! Like a wheel, the shark rolled over his leg and landed on his feet, quickly turning around. A wad of saliva launched from Thresher’s jaws, landing between Death’s eyes. “I spit in death’s face.”
The God of darkness was enraged, launching out with his oversized scythes. Thresher brought up his shield again, but the scythes cut through it like it was made of paper! The blades struck Thresher’ cutting deep gashes across his chest and shoulders! The shark lifted up and came down, crashing on the ground…
(OOC: Still no posting yet, people. Storyline reasons.)
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Mar 3, 2013 4:17:12 GMT -5
Crimson pinpoints blazing in his skeletal head, Death advanced upon the downed monster, bladed forearms held at the ready. Already wet with Thresher's blood, the silver scythes seemed to glow and growl hungrily, yearning to taste the flesh of the creature again, lusting to suck the life from him cut by cut. But a towering shadow was cast across the Fourth Horseman, his blood-splattered form captured in the dark outline of a shape even bigger than that of the ghostly devil. The warrior of darkness raised his burning eyes, and Death beheld Arc. The alien gladiator was ravaged by this war of monsters and gods already, his front scorched black and missing dripping craters, his back sliced to ribbons and fuming with purple vapor. But within the skull that sat atop his fleshless face, Arc's violet eyes flashed and churned like nuclear reactors, undying and strong. The huge creature stomped his feet, and the whole planet trembled. Death straightened, his stance phasing from something cruel and predatory to a readied, waiting position. Arc matched the smaller giant, his metallic toes grinding across the jagged landscape as he spread his legs and crossed his arms before his bulky chest. As the two silent warriors stared into the spectral eyes of one another, a cold wind blew across the snow-covered plain of rock and obsidian. For a single moment- just one second- all the world seemed to pause, Fate Herself sucking in a shaky breath of anticipation, for not even She knew which would prevail in the clash of Death and freedom given form.
Then the silence was broke by the whistle of Death's blade, and the battle began.
Striking swiftly as the force he embodied, Death swung out a muscular bladed arm, the scythe carving through the air with a low, haunting howl that was almost a moan. Thick arm raising with surprising speed, Arc countered with his own hooked blade, Death's thin saber of the flesh colliding with broad metallic bone. The scythe spat sparks for a moment, fighting to dig deep into the bladed limb of Rust's Shadow, but even the razor-edge of Death could not fully penetrate what was literally an extension of Arc's modified skeletal system. While the thin curve of steel scrapped and scratched the bladed bone with ferocity that sent icy chills of pain up the cyborg's arm, Death could not pierce the silvery limb. His other arm winding back like the crane of a massive, powerful machine, Arc swung out suddenly with his flail arm. The brutal beast struck not with its spiny end or chargeable chain, but with the blunted metal nub of the limb! Death's gaunt skull was knocked back, bone rattling hard within skin, his tiny red eyes flaring into pained flames for a moment. Cold juices oozed down the skull-like head of Death, his blood holding none of the living's warmth. But Death would not be phased long by any blow, and the ghastly Horseman lashed out with his other arm at the same time that the scythe grappling Arc broke loose and swung in on the alien giant.
Two deep slices were put into Arc's flesh, a bloody 'V' gouged across the Unstoppable's broad chest in a flash of pale skin. The cyborg's burned skin was still thick and rubbery, hard to cut by any means even when weakened by fire and flames, yet Death's scythes parted it like butter. As black ash fell in a swirling storm and purple blood spewed from the sliced breast of the mute monster, Arc doubled over, the pain overcoming him for a brief moment. In this instant, Death struck again. With a swipe of silver sheen and sickly flesh, a long gash was ripped up the bowed creature's face, his lower jaw sliced clean open and his helmet cut deeply. The slashed skull thrust forward suddenly, and Arc bashed his covered head into Death's. Arc headbutted Death, and Death stumbled back as of a small moon had crashed into him, even the reaper winded by suck a blood. Ichor black and cold as the night spotted the soot-coated ground, Death's scant skull cracked further by the blow, although the skeletal scalp soon began to pull back together.
As Arc stood tall again, blood running down his black chest and smearing his ivory cap, a familiar voice called out. "I'm not done with you yet!"
Famine.
The infested Horseman crept forward like a limping animal, cornered and in-frenzy, a mad light in his dull eyes and venomous vapor trailing from his pointed fingertips. "I don't care if you got vocal cords or not," spat the plague incarnate from his lipless maw. "I'll make you scream anyway!"
Only titling his head towards the sadistic Horseman, Arc surged power through his bone, violet lightning traveling through his metal bones and out of the ends of his limbs. High arches of electricity surrounded the gladiator, causing Famine to cackle insanely.
"You think THAT is gonna hurt me? Stop dreaming and get real, you bonehea-GAH!"
From behind, the airborne form of Ferrum Magnus had slammed into the Second Horseman like a metal meteor! The machine and the equine humanoid were flung far away as Arc stepped neatly out of the way and ceased the charge possessing his body. He had not been preparing an attack against the being of sickness and plague, but merely magnetizing himself to be rid of the poisonous creature for a moment. Ferrum had come in from several hundred meters away, the prone mech drawn inescapably to the living magnet. Famine had just been in the way, and now the two sailed away on the machine's momentum alone, their balled forms bouncing roughly across the volcanic earth.
"GET OFF!" cried Famine, trapped under the robot as they finally tumbled to a halt. He beat the machine with huge, hollow bangs!, like the pounding of a steel drum. "I'm missing the action!"
From above, Conquest laughed good-naturedly. "Why, I don't think that one likes you." The winged warrior leveled his bow. "Here. Let me take care of him for you!"
A shrill voice snickered from an elevation even higher than the hovering Horseman, causing Conquest's wingbeats to take an irregular jump. "I dun' think so, knighty."
Conquest glanced up and saw a flying pile of rusted metal and used parts, the ancient heap of spare components held suspended on four long, tentacle-like arms that spat blue flames.
"See," leered Rustred down at the heavenly Horseman. "That down there is m' anvil, Arc. And I'm the hammer. So," cooed the machine, his legs pressing together and the burning ends of his arms flickering out. "Time to drop it!"
The free falling machine plunged down like an earth-red missile and slammed both feet into the First Horseman's face! The armored being let out a rather ungentlemanly yelp and faltered, dropping down like a wounded bird. The shining figure was blinded by his own visor, the silver metal bent back to stab into his eyes! Glowing ichor drizzled down from the helmet, streaking silver armor with thin metallic rivers.
Arm reigniting and fall slowing to a smug hover, Rustred cackled, his fingerless arms clapping together in childish glee. But his joy did not last. A slight white light emanating from his broken helmet, Conquest inclined his head to reveal that his ruined vizor was snapping back into place, and that the flow of silvery blood from his slitted face mask was coming to a halt. The knightly Horseman clucked in the back of his throat. "Bad form, that." From seemingly nowhere, the warrior suddenly held his bow! "Let me show you a true assault!"
Energy arrowed lanced the sky in waves, and Rustred was pushed up by a smothering blanket of explosions. The old machine cried out, not in pain, but good ol' fashion distress. As the smoke cleared and silvery splotches were seen covering the robot, where his upper layer of worn, rusted armor had been blown away, the one-eyed machine hurled down angry words hatefully. "I'll carve ya' t' pieces fer' that!"
Conquest chuckled in amusement. "I enjoy your enthusiasm, but small problem, chap." The winged one raised his bow. "You'd have to get close."
Rustred unhinged one side of his jaw, letting the fanged mouthpiece fall into a hideous half-smirk. "Says who?"
Like metal octopus arms, the segmented tentacles sprouting from the Rusted Raiser's back shot down towards the Horseman!
"Snip!" cackled Rustred as one of the arms slashed its azure flame across Conquest's shoulder, a clean chunk of metal and flesh falling away with a burst of smoke and a quick yell. "Snip! Snip! Snip!"
As Rustred chipped away at the edges of Conquest, giving him a smaller, rougher outline by removing armor and meat alike with his wild, wavering torch arms, Ol' Rust and Bolts extended one bladed toe and began a rapid descent, his foot catching Conquest in the chin and driving the Horseman down with a spray of spittle and blood.
"Arc!" the machine barked out.
Skull-capped head raising briefly, the brutal cyborg reached out with one great limb, the beefy arm swinging towards Death. The blunted end of his bladed arm pressed into the underside of the Fourth Horseman's head and lifted him up, not harming him, but hurling him into the air. Rustred clobbering Conquest from above and Arc raising Death from below, the longtime partners attempted to slam the Horsemen together like rag dolls! But like a phantom, Death faded from reality, and Conquest kicked forward with both feet, slamming his silver hooves into Arc. The ground shattered beneath the mighty cyborg, his powerful legs fighting to retain balance under the huge blow, but between the weight of the winged one and his own trusted ally, not even the master of flesh and force could remain standing. Like a slain redwood under a hundred axes, Arc fell. He slowly toppled, blood flying from his hacked chest and jaw, soot trailing behind him like a gray cape. With a rumble that seized the entire battlefield, the mute warrior collapsed, laying flat against the hard earth.
"Shit!" snarled Rustred as he crashed to the ground, breaking the earth. The grim figure of Death materialized behind him, his bladed forearm raised high, and suddenly a spout of sparks and flames billowed from the machine's back. His ancient frame creaking and groaning as it tried to remain intact, Rustred fell forward, his spitting body sprawling across Arc's like a broken toy's...
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 3, 2013 9:43:59 GMT -5
It was mere inches that Rustred had stopped falling onto his friend. Mere inches. The living machine turned his one-eyed skull, the orb flickering like an old light in a store as he looked at Thresher a few hundred meters away, hand outstretched and palm open. “Than’s ole’ buddy.” The shark sneered, turning his look up to Death and pointing his other hand. From the bracelet of cannons, light leaped like dozens of flashlights! Blasts of purple energy catapulted from the flashes, spiraling around one another like an angry swarm of bees. Death turned around just in time, the angry storm of energy blasts drilling into his skull! The personification of death arched his back and brought his hands to his face as dozens of blasts rocked him. From the sides, green-tinted lightning began to zap him. Death was unable to escape even by his passing through dimensions, Neo-SpaceGodzilla’s gravity tornado embracing him. The crystal saurian held him in place as Thresher focused his attack. His wicked jaws opened wide, spitting a beam of pure destruction into Death’s abdomen. The final Horseman, however, remained just as silent as rust’s shadow Arc. The entire front side of the real life Grim Reaper was covered in hellfire when Neo-SpaceGodzilla added his own cornona beam to the mix, swirling the dagger-tipped bolt of power around Thresher’s beam before vanishing into the blossoming explosion… But from the side, Famine approached silently. His body covered in near-black blood, the most vile of the four drooled and prepared to slay the pair of trouble makers once and for all… But a tremendous bellow caught him off guard! Just as his head and body turned to the side, Rosie collided with him! Muscular arms wrapped around his waist and Famine’s body was lifted off and flipped across Rosie’s back before slamming down on his skull and spine, bouncing off the rock a terrible thud. His body recoiling from the titanic spear! The Klenthurian gladiator snarled as he pushed up onto his knees, and then his feet, standing above the fallen Horseman… He looked back at his allies, and then to Arc and Rustred. The pair was also starting to stand, their bodies in bad shape but far from done, especially the newly arriving personification of machines… From the sky above them, a burning shape fell. Just as silent as before, Death came crashing down with an angry tail of blistering fire following. He landed close to War, the impact shaking the entire battlefield. The walrus shook his head and walked away from the twitching Famine, the Horseman’s back nearly broken in half from the impact of the spear combined with his previous punishments. He stepped between Neo-SpaceGodzilla and Thresher, eyeing Rustred and Arc… In unison, the trio began to walk forward until they too were next to Rustred and Arc. A perfect line of five… Neo-SpaceGodzilla. Rosie. Thresher. Rustred. Arc. For this second, the pain that rattled many of their bodies mattered not. It was a time that made everything standstill. An alliance that would soon cause carnage and chaos throughout the very heart of the UCA. A legion of destruction hell bent on bringing down the corporation…
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Post by GI Jho on Mar 3, 2013 10:41:50 GMT -5
But there were more potential menaces to the UCA's integrity than its most famed combatants joining forces to overthrow their tyrannical rulers. Indeed, some menaces rose through the ranks, ascending from a mere warrior to a near unstoppable juggernaut. A creature who's name spelled out destruction, and spread fear into the hearts of those whom hold their families dear to them. Indeed, this menace was known by one name, and one name only- Armageddon. Though he had ascended to champion of his league, and was brutally wounded in the brawl by the combined powers of the Horsemen, the Apocalypse Incarnate had once more risen, and, to the shock of observers, chosen to ally with an unexpected teammate. And he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way to achieve his ambitions- ultimate power!
As the horsemen and the union of Gladiators faced off, the 4 horsemen preparing their most powerful attacks a the Legion prepared for their counters, an outside party suddenly interrupted the confrontation. From behind, Death was suddenly slammed into by an object thrown at incredibly high speeds. The Horseman let out a groan of pain as his back painfully contorted, and he was sent plummeting to the earth, electricity fizzling across his wounded spine. The Horsemen and the warriors soon turned to see this new threat, and, to their surprise, there stood both Armageddon and Asmodeus, brought together by the travails and turmoils of combat. The Horsemen chuckled, and soon turned to face this new threat. As Asmodeus and Armageddon adopted fighting stances, Asmodeus soon spoke to her brother, as if taunting.
"You think you can handle playing with the big boys, Brother dear?" Asmodeus joked, electricity dancing along her fists.
"No time for joking, Asmodeus," Armageddon grumbled. "You can take on who you please, but the red one's MINE."
"If you insist, sibling," Asmodeus replied.
And soon, the fighting began.
The dynamic duo split their attention between 2 of the horsemen- Asmodeus faced off with Famine and Death, who had recently risen to his feet in annoyance, while Armageddon faced off with Conquest and War. The Two Horsemen circled Armageddon like a pair of wolves circling a wounded elk. Though tired and bloodied, Armageddon wasn't one to back down from a fight, even one from some of the most ferocious combatants in the entirety of the UCA. War flexed his muscles, anticipating ripping apart he apocalyptic beast once more, and Conquest chuckled, ready to notch another arrow and loose it right at the hapless, out manned abomination. Armageddon snarled, his golden eyes looking back and forth between the horsemen. Which one to take out first...
Then, a sound of thunder!
War lunged forward, his saber grasped firmly in his muscular hand. As War did this, Conquest notched an arrow, aiming to strike Armageddon while he was distracted fighting his much more melee-oriented brother. But the Black Harbinger of Cataclysm would have none of that. With a bellowing roar, Armageddon grappled War's arm, his burly hand wrapping around the horseman's own limb, before he hoisted War off of the ground with ease. As Conquest prepared to loose an arrow, Armageddon lunged at Conquest, and brought War down upon his head like a 66,000 ton bludgeon. The Horsemen buckled easily under the blow, the impact smashing him down to the floor, his face soon crushing itself into the magma. But Armageddon did not stop there- no he kept up the attack! Like a savage beating his rival to a pulp with a baseball bat, Armageddon kept bludgeoning Conquest with his brother, War. The damage soon began to grow, as ruptures in Conquest's skin began to appear, and his formerly graceful wings became bloodied. His armor cracked and splintered with each brutal blow, soon to be reduced to noting more than scrap metal. His bother fared no better; the brutal series of blows caused his skin to rupture as well, the metal from Conquest's plated armor digging into his hide, creating a series of nasty gashes all across his crimson body. His gas mask was cracked and dented with each hit, blood beginning to run form underneath it has the helmet turned against its master and impaled itself into the horseman's hide.
Soon, Armageddon ended his assault, seeing that his two opponents had been tenderized perfectly. Armageddon snarled, before he turned around and threw War across the battlefield, sending him crashing into a massive obsidian rock structure. The structure exploded and collapsed upon impact, causing razor sharp rocks to impale themselves into the hapless horseman's hide. As War lay somewhat dormant, his breaths slowing as he, ever so slowly, healed, Armageddon turned to his wounded ally- the winged Horseman, Conquest. Armageddon snarled, and soon approached the wounded horseman. Conquest panted, obviously in pain, and quickly crawled away from Armageddon, before stumbling up onto his hind legs. Conquest grumbled angrily, and soon fired and energy arrow at Armageddon. But something miraculous happened- a rift opened up in front of Armageddon, and the arrow was soon sucked into the void, disappearing completely from this plane of existence.
Shocked by this, Conquest soon prepared another arrow, aiming to hit the Apocalypse Incarnate this time, but Armageddon had other ideas. Suddenly, a flurry of tendrils fired out from Armageddon's arm, and stabbed themselves into the Horseman's forearm, rippling and tearing apart its inside structure. Conquest struggled and fought, punching the tendrils and trying his best to rip them out from his body, but they were too numerous, and too powerful. Suddenly, the horseman's bow was ripped free from his grasp by the tendrils, and soon tossed aside like a piece of trash. Before Conquest could even begin to try and retrieve his weapon, Armageddon yanked Conquest closer. Conquest struggled some more, and laughed at Armageddon.
"What are you going to do to me, fool?" Conquest laughed. "You can't harm me- no matter what you do, I'll simply heal it all away!"
Conquest then punched Armageddon square in the jaw, the sheer power behind the blow causing him to stumble backwards. Armageddon growled angrily, before another flurry of tendrils fired out from his other arm, these soon engulfing and eating away at what is within his other arm. Conquest was once more yanked closer, and Armageddon then delivered a vicious headbutt, cracking a bit of Conquest's majestic helmet and stunning the Horseman. Armageddon soon spoke in reply, clearly unamused.
"You will not live to see the next day, peon," Armageddon snarled, as more tendrils began to ripple forth from his form, and impaled themselves into Conquest's body. The Horseman cried out at the sudden pain, and struggled, attempting to free himself from Armageddon's stranglehold. "Your power shall become one with mine... very soon now, not even YOU will be able to stop me!"
Conquest did not get the chance to reply; instead, Armageddon's powerful wrapped themselves around Conquest's neck, crushing his larynx and esophagus. As the Horseman struggled, Armageddon's death grip became even more powerful; tendrils continued to engulf the Horseman, almost to the point that he had become nearly invisible to the eye. All that was visible of Conquest was his eye, which twitched about wildly in search of aid. His fellow Horsemen dropped what they were doing, ignoring both the Gladiatorial group and Asmodeus, and began to attack the currently distracted Armageddon. But it was no use; if they got close, Armageddon's tendrils would impale them and fling them away, and if they fired projectiles at him, the damage would not even elicit a reaction at all. Conquest's screams of horror were muffled as Armageddon soon finished his meal.
The tendrils soon disappeared, and all that was left of Conquest now was his armor. Armageddon's tendrils withdrew into his body, and energy began to pulsate along the Apocalypse incarnate's veins. The hulking monstrosity let out a bellowing roar as the power surged through his wounded form. The power... it felt... good...
The beast soon turned to the other Horsemen, as his shoulders began to ripple and bulge, as twisted mockery of Conquest's wings, hideous and worm-esque, spouted from Armageddon's back, before withdrawing into his form.
"Your powers will soon be MINE as well!"
With a roar, Armageddon barreled towards the other Horsemen, ready to kill...
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Mar 3, 2013 12:21:46 GMT -5
The three remaining Horsemen just stare blankly at Armageddon as the monstrosity charges toward them. They seem unaffected by the apparent loss of their comrade. With a mighty bellow, Armageddon unleashes his Oblivion’s Wrath, the mighty beam even more powerful than usual.
Suddenly, the three Horsemen vanish in a flash of light, as does Conquest’s empty armor. Armageddon’s attack strikes where they were standing a moment later, a massive explosion blossoming upon its impact.
“COWARDS!” roars Armageddon. “STAND AND FACE YOUR DESTRUCTION!”
When he receives no answer, he turns his rage on the surroundings, firing wildly.
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OOC: Okay, the match is now open once again. Everyone is free to post now.
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Mar 3, 2013 13:05:38 GMT -5
Wth the horsemen having vanished, Asmodeus looked around, being careful to avoid her brother's attacks. So now the reason they were here was gone... Well, wasn't that a pity. "Brother, I do think you should calm down now." She shouted at Armageddon, who was fuming with rage and unbounding power. When that failed, she sighed. Of course... now that the Horsemen were gone... they could fight each other now. Very well then. 6 lasers formed in the air around her, and hurled themselves toward the out of control behemoth...
The 5 beings stood tall and proud even as the Horsemen left. Arc, Rosie, Thresher, NSG, and Rustred. 5 monsters banded together, as if taunting the world to take them on...
and their first challenger as a team was a doozy.
From the corner of Thresher's eyes, a flash immulinated. He raised up his shield, and the electrical beam that came his way splashed off. The source of the beam was none other than the kitsune Mara, the fox charging toward Thresher. With the Horsemen gone, she felt robbed of her duty... and these 5 would make the perfect substitutes. A corona beam flew toward her, and Maraleapt to the side at the last minute, the beam twisting around to nail her, but blocked off by a wall of stone erected by the celestial within her fur, at the same time a sharp pain stabbed into NSG's hip. A sharpened stone pillar had jettisoned up out of the ground and impaled into his side, the space monsters blood spilling out. Mara, changing directions, lunged at Rosie, her fur crackling as she prepared for an electrical pulse point-blank range...
At the same time, vines wrapped around Arc and Rustred legs and yanked them off their feet, the machine and cyborg dragged across the volcanic landscape toward the towering figure of Yuuka Kazami. "Ah, so I see the shark has formed his little therapy group. It is really quite humorous. A walrus, a shark, a crystal lizard, a bucket of bolts, and a cyborg all teaming up based on their view of the world. Now, allow me to test to see if your little group is worthy of being formed at all." Yuuka chuckled as she yanked the vines once more, this time with enough strength to have both Rustred and Arc fly toward her, the plant's free hand twisting into a giant mace as she smashed it into both of them, oil, blood, and metal flying as they fell on the ground in a heap. Her hand now forming into a giant twisted blade over 60 meters in length, she prepared to swing it down upon the cyborg. No horsemen to fight was a sad thing. But these 5... they were going to be so much fun... She had Rustred and Arc, and Mara had Rosie, NSG, and Thresher... it worked out well enough, though perhaps they should have swapped... nah, this worked well enough for her.
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 3, 2013 13:47:02 GMT -5
But Yuuka’s little assault ended right then and there. For her back suddenly exploded outward, lifting up and stretching like a demented flower. Her gapping jaws opened wide, screaming in rage as she slumped forward, lower jaw striking the smoking ground with a thud. Behind her, Darklore stood. The God of Death’s body steamed and pieces of his armor were broken, but the nightmare machine didn’t stop. Spirits still called out, reaching into the depths of Yuuka’s brain. As she lifted her head and looked at the black entity, a familiar face appeared within Darklore’s flesh…
The face of a little girl…
The very little girl she saw in her room before!
Black mist rolled from Darklore’s un-opening mouth as he chuckled. The little girl’s face wept in terror as she was trapped in his doom. But then she began to speak, tears of ash rolling down her cheeks. “He’s… going to swallow your soul!”
At the same time, Rosie swung out with a brick-like fist. He planted it into Mara's face mid-lunge, firing her back at Yuuka. The fox screamed in rage, fur standing on end as she prepared to charge again... but her sight suddenly saw Yuuka looking back at Darklore...
As Yuuka and Mara’s attentions were averted to the nemesis of all life, the legion of five stood their ground. Thresher’s doll-like eyes glared with rage. “I’ll deal with you later, Biollante-looking bitch.”
The shark peered back at the empowered Armageddon. Already, his body was hulking with power unlike that of any other. The eldritch abomination yelled, shouting at the grouping of titans. “I’m still hungry!”
He charged, head lowered like a charging bull! Thresher dodged out of the way, razor whip shooting from his hand in the process. Like it had a mind of its own, the whip wrapped around Armageddon’s thick neck. The shark leaped, landing on top of the super powered juggernaut’s shoulders. He began firing blasts of energy into the base of the skull, causing the head to fall down and strike the ground. Just as his head touched the rock, Rosie charged in from the side, thunderous fists pounding his eyes! After a few strikes, Armageddon reared up on his hind legs, swatting Rosie away with a single paw while Thresher fell from his body, landing a distance away on his feet.
A corona beam shot forth, striking Armageddon in the snout! The behemoth stumbled away, patting at his burning nose before Thresher fired again, striking the back of his skull with an energy beam…
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Mar 3, 2013 17:57:12 GMT -5
Sitting up with a rattling wheeze from his synthetic throat, Rustred ground his triangular fangs and cast his glowing green eye across the battlefield. Quickly taking in everything- Darklore and Yuuka facing off, Mara slowly slinking towards the two, blood and lightning spewing from the back of Armageddon's skull- the ancient machine quickly determined his next set of actions. The Rusted Raiser rose to his feet, his old frame screeching and his spine still spitting and sparking. Hurling the word, "Arc!" from his metal jaws, the alien construct strode towards the plant and the devil. The single eye of the giant narrowed into a hard pinpoint. He and Arc had a score to settle with the walking garden. Darklore would just be a bonus.
Without looking, Rustred stretched out his blaster and fired a cannonshot of acidic fire. The glowing green orb slammed into Armageddon's ankle as he was still staggering forward from the strike to the back of his head, the flesh there turning to a ring of gore and his monstrous body flinging to the side. Already destabilized, the low blow easily ripped the clawed feet of the eldritch abomination out from underneath him. With a furious howl, Armageddon crashed into the jagged earth, the hard volcanic soil shattering under his girth.
"Have fun with the pooch, Sawtop," sneered Rustred, his head still unturning. "Call if ya' need us. We got these jokers. Arc?" The towering titan had fallen into line besides him. "Let's take 'em!"
Their footsteps parting, Rustred and Arc circled around Yuuka and Darklore like great monstrous sharks on the land. The dark devil was busy taunting the plant with a weak, strangled voice from beyond life, and the plant bristled with stark anger, but neither of them could ignore the circling duo.
The young, tortured face sinking back into his inky flesh, Darklore turned his grim skull towards Arc, eyeless sockets recognizing the one that had challenged him before, when he had faced Rosie. Cold mist rolling from his empty face, the embodiment of evil lifted the terrible jaws that hung from his right arm, the ivory weapon creaking open with black energy jumping between its fangs. A swirling orb of darkness formed, and Darklore launched it out with a shock wave of demonic power! Arc swung down with his left arm like an axe, the hooked blade cleaving through the evil sphere and detonating it early. The cold blast engulfed Arc like a burst of the night itself, his damaged flesh burning away as icy ash and his blood becoming silver smoke, but the damage was not as serious as it would have been if the orb had struck him directly. His souls groaning in outrage, Darklore marched forward, his feared Chaos Mace held at the ready. But the grand demon underestimated the durability of Arc. Like a wounded Cape buffalo, the cyborg did not flee, but attacked! Charging through the smoke and fog of his own flesh, Arc hurled his weight towards Darklore. The impact of the bone-covered monolith and the ivory-capped titan shook all of Creation, the earth beneath them cratering and erupting like dry geysers. Although Darklore stood heavier, Arc was the taller of the two and moving at speed. The god of death rocked back, his bone armor rattling itself to pieces, chunks and chips of bone falling away from him like yellowed snow. As the evil syndicate of souls hissed and howled angrily, Arc hurled his bladed limb down again. The hooked weapon curled over the demon's shoulder and struck the stolen spine that ran down his back, bounced, and then plunged into the devil's black flesh.
Darklore did not scream. He did not moan. He only fried. The grand devil of the pocket known as Hell lit up with purple lightning, his inky hide sparking and his bone armor smoking. Flames raced up and down the evil creature's body, his black meat burning like a corpse, thick white smoke billowing up from his body. While a normal beast would have stiffened, would have became paralyzed, Darklore lashed out. Pushing his arms and shoulders forward, the great devil pushed Arc away, dislodging the hook from his back with a splatter of black ichor. Black spots appeared across Arc's bleeding chest as he dug in with his heels and came to a halt. The demon general raised his helmeted head and stared at Rust's Shadow with blank sockets. "Your soul will be his..."
Silent, Arc stepped forward and swung out with his flail, the thorny, metallic pine cone whistling through the air as it was hurled at Darklore...
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"I saw whatcha' did to Arc and his bud," cooed Rustred as he danced around Yuuka. "That sneak attack with the fox wasn't nice."
The plant purred humorously, her slitted eyes hooding. "You mean like what you did to the late Horseman Conquest?"
"That was different," crowed the machine with a laugh. "That was me!"
Pushing his left arm forward, the machine formed a ball of light and green fire in the broad barrel. Yuuka acted quickly, raising a thick, woven wall of vines in front of her. A moment later, the wall came unbound in a burst of smoke and energetic acid, emerald flames raining down like radioactive fallout. But through the hole blasted in her defense, a second beam pelted Yuuka! The plant stepped back as her body set fire under the thick blast of power from Rustred's domed chest, the energy eating away at her vegetative body like the world's most lethal weed killer, and Rustred stepped over her wall on long, tendril-like arms.
"Hey, look! I can play tentacles too!"
Cat-like eyes flashing, Yuuka slammed her palms into the ground. From the ravaged landscape of fire, blood, and snow, a legion of vines leapt up! The tangled mass of tendrils rose up and ensnared Rustred, wrapping his old, worn body in their length. The mechanical warrior ignited his arms, and blue flames scorched through dozens of vines at a time as they flailed and thrashed about. Drawing in her living machine foe, Yuuka twisted her clawed hand into the form of a thorny mace, and the spiny weapon was punched into Rustred's chest! Sparks erupted from the robot's armor as it dented and caved in. Snarling in anger, the Machine Revolutionist narrowed his green and eye and fired a blazing beam of emerald fire! The thin blast raked across Yuuka's crocodilian skull, splitting the taunt hide there and spilling her sticky chlorophyll blood, the green ooze dripping it into her cruel eyes. Blinded by her own fluids, the plant titan dropped Rustred, the cackling machine shattered the earth as he crashed down.
"Got something in yer' eye?" snickered the Rusted Raiser. "Here, lemme wipe it out for ya'!"
Bladed armed reached back two hundred meters, the machine snatched a yelping Mara from the black earth! The fox had been trying to decide which alien giant to attack, her attention divided between the cyborg and the machine, but now she found herself invited to join the battle! Swinging the struggling canine over his chuckling head, Rustred threw the fox down, slamming her against Yuuka. The plant crumpled as the mammalian beast slammed into her skull, and both toppled, as if the fox had chosen a tree that was too weak to try and climb.
His crowed skull grinning, jaw falling lower on one side than the other, Rustred leveled his prized blaster and opened fire, a trailing green orb rocketing towards the tangled body of the plant and the fox...
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Post by The Merry Lambfish on Mar 3, 2013 22:14:50 GMT -5
As her blizzard died down after the retreat of the horsemen, Ziz patrolled the skies above, peering down at the monsters below. The horsemen were gone. One was dead... so at the very least, some progress was made. But the rest had proved cowards. But given their habit of attacking weakened monsters at the end of matches and refusing to play on even ground... this didn't come a surprise to her.
Nevertheless, with the horsemen gone, there was no reason for her to stay. The former Queen was about to fly back to the hub... until she noticed the monstrous black shape below.
Armageddon. The beast responsible for Conquest's death. His resulting evolution had made him stronger than ever before. Ziz peered down at the monster, entering into a dive as she rushed down towards the apocalyptic brute. Armageddon was dangerous enough already, and Ziz would to everything in her power to make sure he didn't continue to increase in power...
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A black form leapt from Kori's shadow, once again startling the ice dragon. Vesica had been hiding inside Kori's shadow for the entire match, remaining unaffected by Death's dramatic entrance. She glanced around the battlefield, before turning to Kori.
"Looks like there's nothing left to fight for here," she said. A smirk formed on her face, and a small giggle escaped. This quickly escalated into a shriek of laughter.
Kori just stared. "May I ask what is so amusing?"
"Did- did you see that?" Vesica managed to chuckle, before shrieking with laughter once again. She struggled to contain herself. "De- Death. He was- was..."
She sniggered uncontrollably.
"He was wearing leather pants!"
The dragon actually collapsed, trying to breath through heaps of laughter.
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Ferrum's single eye found a new arrival making its way towards him. But this one was no rogue UCA monster. The volcanic rock cracked as pincer-tipped tentacles cratered holes into the obsidian earth with each thunderous step. Each impact left behind a small earthquake, tearing apart the rocks around the machine and allowing lava to bubble through the jagged seams in the earth. Abaddon.
The red eyes of the demonic machine scanned the battle before it. it watched as Arc's flail slammed into Darklore's head. It saw electricity spew from mara's jaws, intercepting Rustred's blast in a bright explosion of green energy and crackling lightning. Abaddon's masters were partners with the UCA... and he had been ordered to protect its interests. But the machine's heart was demonic, and likewise, its instincts. Mara was the familiar of Persephone... the Queen of Hell. An ally.
The new alignment of the five brutes, however, could prove dangerous to both the interests of the UCA and the wellbeing of the Queen's familiar. Thresher, Rustred, Arc, Rosie, and NSG... they were threats that had to be dispatched. But the demonic machine was a prototype. Even it couldn't stand against five kaiju at once, perhaps not even with Mara and Ferrum as backup. Perhaps then... Yuuka and Darklore could make for temporary allies? Abaddon had no soul for Darklore to feed upon... so what use would the machine be to the death god? Likewise, Yuuka would be unable to extract pain from the machine, and where was the fun in that? To them, Abaddon was a non-factor, and the machine would treat them the same. The machine turned glare into Ferrum's own optics, delivering its plan via electronic signals.
With its message delivered, the hellish robot stomped towards its nearest target. The great white walrus, Rosie. The monster was distracted by Armageddon, and failed to notice the machine coming up behind him.
Rosie snarled as he felt something clamp down on the back of his skull. His burly hands reached up to grab Abaddon's tentacle, and with his mighty strength, managed to flip Abaddon over his shoulders! The machine crashed to the rocky earth, scattering stone in ever which direction, but suffered no damage from the blow. Its pincer still latched onto the back of the walrus's head, the demonic mech began to squeeze. Rosie growled in rage as he was lifted off the ground, left hanging in the air as the pincer slowly applied pressure, breaking through the monster's tough hide and letting blood spill down his white fur.
Undeterred, Rosie began to throw punches into Abaddon's face, his fists echoing against the powerful agronium armor. The machine didn't even react, only tightening its death grip. The bones in Rosie's neck creaked in protest against the incredible pressure being applied. If the pincer's grip tightened any further...
But no... Instead, Abaddon merely brought the creature's face closer to his own. A harsh electronic voice escaped the jaws of the machine. {The UCA requests that you return to your living quarters, immediately.}
Abaddon was answered by a viscous snarl and a powerful punch to the jaw.
Unfazed, two tentacles snapped up to grab Rosie's wrists. {If you do not comply,} Abaddon continued. {Lethal force will be used against you.}
The walrus simply roared, and directed a mighty kick to Abaddon's body. Still unaffected, the two last tentacles snatched Rosie's ankles as Abaddon began to hover. The walrus struggled, but even his great strength could not over come Abaddon's. The machine's jaws suddenly twisted into a grin, and a gleam of malice flashed in its eyes. it spoke again... but its voice was completely different from the monotonous one used before. "I was hoping you'd say that, fur ball."
The demonic machine's jaws opened and thrust Rosie's head inside. Like a massive hydraulic press, Abaddon's jaws snapped shut, nearly crushing Rosie's head. After a few seconds, the machine released Rosie, tossing him aside like a piece of trash. The walrus stirred, but his head was mangled into a barely recognizable shape. Abaddon's teeth had dug through bone... though they had thankfully missed the brain and eyes. never the less, the had torn Rosie's face to shreds, transforming it into a mask of torn flash and blood. His jaws were bent in an awkward shape, and a tusk had actually stabbed through Rosie's now lopsided mouth. His mohawk was torn apart, strands of black hair being all that remained.
A powerful blast of telekinetic force knocked Abaddon across the battlefield, slamming him into a pile of stone. Thresher charged the fallen machine, enraged at what the piece of scrap metal had done to Rosie. The shark leapt into the air, bringing his chainsaw sword down on Abaddon's head. A sharp screech rang though out the arena as a small gash was carved into Abaddon's armor.
But this was not enough to stop the killer machine.
Two tentacles lashed out to grab Thresher's shoulders, before pulling him face first to the ground. A third tentacle snaked into the air, before slamming down on Thresher's skull, cracking his prized helmet and forcing his head into the ground. The blow stunned the shark, and one of Abaddon's pincers snapped shut, before rotating at high speeds. A drill... one made out of agronium metal. Sneering at the fallen shark before him, Abaddon plunged its drill down towards Thresher's back...
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Post by The Great MM on Mar 5, 2013 9:10:28 GMT -5
Suddenly, the drill-tipped appendage stopped dead in the air. The machine focused its unearthly strength, but it wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t move it forward or back. Like scorpion tails, more metallic tendrils lifted and descended with cruel intent. Just like the other, they were all stopped meters before reaching Thresher or Rosie. A chuckle came from the cyborg, twisted guardian. “I’m Thresher, bitch.”
Suddenly, a telepathic fist smashed into Abaddon! The demonic machine was hoisted into the air and flung back as if weightless, rolling across the lava stained battleground like a ball with limbs. The shark stood up, cracking his neck.
Thresher lifted a palm, still in command of the death machine’s drill-tipped tendrils. All five tentacles hovered in front of the damn thing’s face, waving back and forth in a mocking manner…
A flash of light from Thresher’s eyes…
The tendrils crashed into Abaddon’s own face and jaws! The evil robot screamed as all five of his limbs burrowed into his head like rabid moles. Dark fluid erupted as his agronium-made drills tunneled through his skull. One between its eyes, one over its left, one in its right cheek, one under its chin, and finally the fifth flew directly into its gapping maw like some sort of perverse, self-rape hentai! The drill in his mouth and throat dug deeper, causing oil and other fluids and gears to drain from his interlocking teeth.
After nearly a minute, Thresher lowered his palm. The five tentacles flopped out of Abaddon’s body, allowing the damage to be showcased. Just like Rosie, the machine’s face was barely recognizing having now look like it took a shotgun to its own skull. The jaws, as powerful as they were, were now stained with its own workings as circuitry and dripping tubes fell from them…
Thresher slapped the ground with his tail and looked over at the recovering walrus. The beast felt his tusks, noting one was shattered. He had never been pretty and had been carved up numerous times…
But then he felt his Mohawk… or lack there of.
His eyes went wide in rage. His arms fell to his sides and he roared greatly! The walrus was pissed!
He charged forward with tremendous stride, the volcanic ruins shooting up with every footfall. He collided with the wounded Abaddon like a train striking a car. Sparks, bolts, and gears catapulted from its wounds as it fell onto its back, all five tentacles flailing. Rosie’s fists lifted up, smashing it its jaws and eye sockets with fury. The armor was strong… but Rosie was stronger. Pound after pound made titanic thuds echo through the battlefield before several of its teeth flew off in opposite directions. Dents formed across his unnatural face, some even opening more wounds before the machine regained control and pushed Rosie off with a whip of several tentacles…
The walrus fell onto his back with a harsh roar...
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