Threes Company, but Sevens an Orgy!

[@Pokemon Master Red]

OOC:Ohhhhh boy here goes juggling 4ish characters in a battle. This'll be fun. XD

Normally, Lauren was all for peace and non-violence. She hated fighting. But she saw Norman take the Gut-Punch. She still didn't want to fight...But Dread felt his mistress' emotional pain at seeing her friend hurt. And Dread himself had no qualms about killing things. He let loose a roar and charged right through the open street at the offending Demon host. In addition, he siphoned some of his mistress' magic to harden his bones and form a bone cage around Lauren, to prevent her from coming to harm. So basically, there was now a three-story tall undead draconic behemoth charging through the rotted, weathered streets at a single person, breathing a toxic gas from its mouth as it roared.

Meanwhile, Devour teleported in judt in time to see a massive Undead Dragon charging down main street at a single man fighting off a horde of zombies while being agressed by some other dude the Zombies ignored! Clearly, this man was a innocent bystander in all this. And so, in his monstrous superhero form(think Venom but with a different color scheme and a flesh-cape), he leapt off the rooftops right for the apparent Necromancer, shouting at the top of his not-quite-existent lungs,"HALT EVILDOER! YOUR DAYS OF VILLAINY AND TERRORIZING THESE POOR PEOPLE ARE AT AN END!" If he managed to connect his landing, he'd basically be doing a high-speed tackle from above, knocking him to the ground(and, likely unintentionally, out of the way of a incoming attack but still) but otherwise not hurting him. He had to give the bad guy a chance to surrender, of course. Thats what heroes do!

And then, a new player entered the scene. A girl with sandy-blond hair carrying a double-bladed scythe walked into the battlefield. Nobody would've seen her prior to this moment, and barely anyone would notice her right now. Not until she walked right up to one of the zombies, not any expression visable on her face, and beheaded it with her weapon of choice. Wordlessly she walked further into the horde, cutting down any undead nearby her without a hint of expression or even a grunt of effort. She only spoke when she saw the man fighting the Necromancer and his minions, only nodding to him and saying the word,"Daemon." before resuming her slaughter of the Undead. To any who listened, she appeared to speak with a very harmonic, yet inflectionless triple-voice. As well, if anyone tried to get a bead on her power, they'd notice something very...Strange. She felt to be a being of Divine power, yet neither Angel nor Demon. Additionally, by any accounts she seemed completely mortal, not spiritual in nature. Something wasn't right with her, but it was very hard to place.

[UnStellar]

(Gentlemen, please place on head phones and crank this song. Fasten your seat belts, shit's about to get REAL.)

Norman looked at him with fury in his eyes, and smirked as the short Senkai shuffled up behind Sam, about twenty yards out.. Without a word, Senkai spewed Purifier half way out of his mouth. He had reloaded it with three bronze-gold alloy slugs, engraved with pure silver, heavenly runes. The shots were explosive, and would unleash pure white magic upon contact, after it slapped him with massive kinetic energy. Senkai unleashed the three slugs with a slight smirk. Norman stared up at the descending superhero with surprise, and teleported away quickly, leaving him to connect with nothing. He grabbed Senkai and sprinted toward Dread, knowing he would recognize him as a friend.

(Aaaaand change song!)

Amidst this crazed melee of magic, guns, spells and explosions; something happened quite abruptly. A sound like ripping fabric was heard as a red, pulsing energy appeared in the center of all the action. It rippled, and warped, and unleashed odd, echoing, bassy booms that rattled through the town, but caused no harm. It flickered like a candle, and a hum was heard. The hum slowly got louder; but it wasn't an increase in volume, it was like something was getting closer. A high pitched whistle called out and steam and smoke billowed off this pulsing energy, and all at once an explosion boomed across the entire battlefield, a deafening sonic boom blasting out. There was a violent flash of red light, and all suddenly went silent.
 It took a couple of seconds for the smoke to clear, and the wisps billowed off mysteriously gradually revealing a form in the center. It cleared more and more, and where the strange pulsation had been there was now a crater with a man in the middle.
 On his face; a small smile and a pair of mirrored Spacefarers. A full head of hair betrayed age with grey streaks. On it's body was a long, white, canvas trenchcoat, with long sleeves that hid the hands. Concealed beneath were mysterious metal gloves, pulsing with a slight tech energy. In the right hand, a strange staff was held. On his feet were metal space boots.
 This man had magic energy pulsing all through his body, his magic energy surging to warn all in his presence of his power.
 This man... Was Benjamin South.

[Orga the Strange]

As the dragon charged Sam he leapt forward and to the side, alighting upon the sides of one of the large buildings on the street. From there he kicked off the building, flying through the air at ludicrous speed torward the beast, a roar emanating from his gaping maw. As he did this a song would begin playing out, amplified to concert levels, playing from everywhere around them at once. When he got close he would slash at it's legs potentially cutting them off if he connected, and him momentum would carry him twenty yards behind the dragon. Throughout all of this Sam's healing system would have been working away at his wounds, first ejecting the three bullets from his back and restoring his flesh to it's normal self, however currently twisted it was His clothes would be dirty but otherwise untouched. In his haste to attack Dread he would have not noticed the entrances of the new players in this battle.

The fires Sam made would both intercept and detonate the bullets that went were meant for Sam. The ensuing explosion would extinguish the flames momentarily and probably fuck up Devour if he didn't get the hell out of the circle that now had snow in it from the flames.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

(As you read, please enjoy the sound of this charming voice: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=My0HQ0QkGLQ)
As the bar exploded into bits, more then one's interested was piqued. From a small ways away, covered by one of the ramshackle old buildings, sat a group of cultists. Three men and women, dressed in blood red, covered in scars and their armour with spikes sat before a towering giant incased in metal. This man spoke with a demonic voice, passionately orating about Revenge. In mid-tirade, one of his subordinates pointed out the crashing of the building, the splintering of the wood.

Slowly, Khan turned, his eyes alight with a burning, inhuman hate. He lifted a colossal red arm and pointed with his axe. It began to glow with ominous red energy and he punched through the moldy wall. He walked, and then he quickened his pace. The ground trembled with every monstrous step. His cultists followed, hurrying behind their master.
Soon he reached the building and burst through the wall, brandishing his twin axes, alight with a nigh-demonic fury.
"REVENGE FOR THE REVENGE GOD!" He shouted, hacking at the nearest zombie, tearing it cleanly in two.
"HATE FOR THE HATE THRONE!" His followers intoned as they began firing their corrupted pulse weapons into the mass of writing, rotten flesh.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

Devour leapt aside as soon as he touched down and his target was no longer within sight. A good idea, all things considered once the explosion occurred. But the villain appeared to have escaped his grasp before he could catch him. And before he'd be able to get over to the cretin and his draconic skeleton, there was a slew of zombie minions in his way. No matter at all, really...He barreled through them, smacking them all aside as he chased down the invading Necromancer.

Meanwhile, the scythe-wielder noticed the Necromancer teleport as she was cutting down his unholy creatures. She immediately teleported directly in front of him to cut him off from the Dracolich and kicked him in the stomach away from it. With the new arrivals agressing the Undead, she turned her focus towards the Necromancer controlling them, and thus she wordlessly brandished her double-scythe against him.

The bladier actually managed to strike at Dread's legs, although magically reinforced as they were it didn't go all the way through. Dread skidded as its prey flew past, turning around into a 180 as a black flame grew within its mouth. The Dracolich launched the flame at its foe. These flames would burn and rot whatever they hit, and would not stop until the remains of what they burned were naught but dust and ash. The good news was that they would not spread if they didn't hit anything alive, and if they did they would not spread to anything other than that living creature, so the town wouldn't burn down. Lauren, meanwhile, had lost track of Norman in the sea of corpses after the explosion and everything, and was too preoccupied with looking for him to stop Dread. For now, anyways.

[Orga the Strange]

(Because Hiro forgot... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13ZWeloubAk)
As Devour ran in his mind he would hear a voice. A voice that he would recognize instantly.
BROTHER!
The voice, felt rather than heard would ring out, deep and rumbling, like gravel. On the street, behind the massive horde of undead stood a man. The man Sam had infact beheaded. Strangely enough his head was now reattached.
His form began to shift, skin turning black, muscles expanding to a more built physique. His face lost all expression or physical appearances, becoming a black slate, that gleamed chitinously. It's body was covered in spikes and it's hands were as claws. On it's chest was a large red K. Knightmare
I am pleased to see you, Brother. Heh heh heh, can you say the same? one of it's hands curled up int a fist and expanded to the size of a bowling ball as more black spikes grew from it. The arm stretched out and the mace-hand hit the ground with a heavy thud, cracking the ground. Where the mouth would be the blank face opened up, gooey tendrils of itself stretching as the hollow was made. Slowly they disconnected from the roof of the mouth, becoming several 'teeth'



Meanwhile, Sam hit the ground running, looking back to see the damage he had done. However, instead of seeing a crippled dragon skeleton he saw a jet of black flames. "SHIT!" He leaped deftly to the side, allowing the flames to continue past him as he hurtled on to the side of a building. Clinging to the wall, he began first climbing and then running along the side of the window, his sword arm outstretched allowing the blade to trail through the building, slicing both brick and glass as he ran alongm picking up speed torwards the dragon. As he got closer he launched himself off the building at the dragon, attempting to body slam it. If he succeeded the kinetic force would be enough to send it flying into the building on he other side of the street. "HOOOOOORAAAAAAAAGGGGGGH!" he let loose his most metal scream.

[UnStellar]

Norman backpedaled from the kick, looking up at the girl with surprise. Injured and frustrated, he glared at her scythe.
"What the FUCK lady? Seriously, I don't know what the hell is going on anymore. Try to do one good deed..." He glared back up at her as his zombies rushed to defend his master. He held up his hand to stop them.
"What do you want? I'm just trying to do the right thing and slay a rampaging demon." He asked her solemnly.  The Razor appeared in his right hand.

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Benjamin, thus far ignored, glanced out over the melee with honest shock and surprise.
"I landed in a war zone." He muttered to himself, floating up away from the ground and observing which side he should pick.

(OOC:Start your engines.)

Suddenly, a new figure entered the fray concealed in a red, hooded cloak. The lithe fighter hurdled off a building and landed behind Khan's charging forces, tackling one of his men and pummeling him with silver knuckledusters, ripping off critical bits of armor. Her cloak billowed out revealing her real figure... The Red Summoner! She had a wicked smile on her face as she beat the man senseless.
"Come now, warriors! Lets see the might of your God!"
As Khan's forces turned to attacks, three beasts that looked like a cross between a cheetah and a large blue tiger rushed them with immense fury. The Watcher had cast them to protect her mistress. The strange masked figure looked over the field from an elevated distance.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

Khan turned from the lumbering horde of flesh, suddenly aware of the new and more satisfyingly difficult threat. Through his visor he saw one of his three Vengeful Brothers being attacked. As he watched, the man bucked, attempting to grab her wrists and trying to throw her off. Then another of his brothers attempted to pull her off the first by beating her with the the crimson, spiked rifle butt.

"NONE SHALL STAND IN OUR WAY!" Khan shouted as he bullrushed the charging beasts, the pillar of taint shooting to encompass several feet around him, the ground turning red and shaking from his wait as he passed. He raised his two axes high and collided with the first of the beasts, aiming a powerful blow to its head that would simultaneous crush and decapitate any normal beast.

"FOR ALL SHALL BE BAPTIZED IN BLOOD AND CARNAGE." Shouted the other three cultists, one shouting it even as his face was being bashed in. Following Khan's example, the third cultist, a woman of indeterminate age charged against the beasts, raising a blood flecked, wickedly curved blade and spraying tainted fire from her outstretched palm.

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(OOC: Communist scum, hear my roar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LjbMVXj0F8)
Parody Prime had been on the planet for a long while. He traveled with his general for most of the time but as of late he had been released as she had business to attend to. He was wandering the planet, cracking pavement and causing much chaos and confusion (and many awed but confused looks) as his massive form went throughout the land. Finally he ended up here, in the poor district of the city. In the distance his ocular detectors had identified a disturbance in a bar. Then the bar opened and several rotting corpses piled out. "Communists not detected. Weapon systems stand by. Operation Stay Out of Trouble still in effect." He said aloud, to no one in particular.

Then he saw four blood red figures charge across an open space and his ocular systems enhanced the vision. "Red. The color of communist scum." He said, the color they wore throwing his previous mission parameters right out the capitalist made window.. "Weapon systems online. Operation Kill Commies now in effect. Lethal force authorized. None shall survive." He was about to charge the misguided red scum when another force dressed in red appeared and began fighting. "Five Communists. Five targets. Infighting commencing." This caused him to pause, and he saw another man, standing who seemed to be watching rather then fighting the red scum. "Infighting has ensued. Re-evaluate and prioritize." He zoomed in on the man watching and with a burst of a rocket, he flew into the air hundred of feet and dove down, deeming that landing next to the communist loving scum and shattering the earth around him as the best tactic. And thus he attempted to land, fist down, legs bent to absorb the impact, twenty tons of metal and anti-communist sentiment blasting down and craterizing the earth on which the man stood.

[UnStellar]

(OOC: I love you guys. This is officially the best topic in the SP verse. Keep it going!)

[Orga the Strange]

(OOC: I'm waiting for Hiro to Post >,,,>)

[@Pokemon Master Red]

OOC:Hrm...Maaaaaaaybe I should bring in even MORE combatants for the melee!

The girl didn't answer him or even bother changing the static non-expression on her face. When the Zombies came near, she looked around, seeing how many there were. And despite the Necromancer calling them off, a burst of Divine(yet not Angelic nor Demonic) power emanated from her, ripping out the animating force of the Undead that came to attack her for their master and leaving them as the lifeless corpses they were meant to be. At the same time, she slashed her Scythe's top blade at him. The Necromancer would probably dodge, of course, so she kept the scythe spinning to attack with the lower blade, changing exactly where to attack with it depending on what direction he dodged to(eg., he dodged backwards she walk advance to hit him, he dodged to the side she'd swing it over to that side, he ducked down she'd swing low, ect). Of course, that assumes that he didn't just block with his blade, in which case as he blocked her shadow would extend out behind him and several blades would shoot out from it at his relatively unprotected back.

Devour heard the Psionic voice, and immediately shifted his attention. "You! You...Made a 'costume' form? Really? I mean Im a hero, I need a standard appearance as a work form so I can maintain a secret identity, but as I recall you just like killing things...Egads, could it be that you're possibly turning to good!? Whats next, we'll start thinking up names for our attacks and call them.out as we use them!?" Devour said snarcastically as he shifted more tissue into his legs for musclemass in order to leap quickly towards the roof of a building, shifted more biomass into bone spikes which he protruded from his very, very bulky shoulders, then leapt straight at Knightmare like a giant spike-covered rocket. Each of the spikes had millions of small holes running through them, and if the attack hit tendrils of biomass would rush through them and begin absorbing Knightmare's biomass. He knew this wouldn't kill the shifter, which is why he only ever used such otherwise-lethal techniques on it. Ohhhh, nooooo...This battle would definitely not be over after just one attack. Its never that easy with Knightmare.

As Sam made his attempt at slamming Dread, the Dracolich's head shot out faster than should be possible at snapped the demonhost into its jaws. It crushed down on the demonhost, thrashing its head from side to side to maximize the damage its fangs would shred and crush into its foe before building crimson flames within its jaws. It then threw the host at a building as it breathed the dark crimson flames it'd been builsding up while the foe was within its jaws, which would agonize the spirit rather than the body as it burned. As Sam was host to the Demon Orga, both would feel the pain as their very souls burned. Luckily for them Lauren was crying for the Dracolich to stop the entire time and not to kill them...If it had its way, it'd be burning them to ash as it rended them apart, using its claws and jaw to rip them apart into flaming viscera as it(attempted to, anyways, as it didn't know if it even could) devour their souls like the apex predator of the Undead that it was. As it was, it left them with pain, injuries, and agony...But also their lives, at the behest of its mistress. It growled at them, the sound coming out as a hollow air being blown through bones sound, before turning back towards the direction of the pub and looking for its mistress' ally amidst the chaos as it smashed its tail into the building it threw the host into to cause a bit of structural damage and hurt them a bit more.

[Orga the Strange]

Knightmare watched as Devour leaped at him "Ha! Says the only one here with A CAPE!" Knightmare shouted as he slung his mace in and overhand attack that would slam down on Devour's head, stabbing his skull and pummeling him into the ground, thanks to the psionic backing of it's swing. And as Knightmare was used to Devour and his tricks, the mace was shielded with psionic energy preventing Devour from absorbing it. Assuming the blow was sucsessful, Knightmare would pull the mace back quickly, sucking the spikes back into the maceball to prevent being a videogame boss with a smash attack. However, this wouldn't kill Devour. No, Knightmare liked to toy with him, drag the fights out, cause as many casualties as possible. He smiled, a cruel chilling thing to see. His right arm stretched and flattened until it was a long sharp blade jutting out from upper shoulder. Four Combat Tentacles extended from his back and flicked and twisted anxiously, seemingly with a mind of their own. Today would be a good day.

Dread would manage to turn his head just in time to have Sam's fist punching it right in the face, as opposed to the dragon's ribcage. This would send it's head reeling into the side of it's own body, and possibly Lauren depending on the angle. Meanwhile, Sam went flying into the building in front of him, now covered in black flames from the dragons breath attack. A nice sized chunk of the building's wall gave way as Sam rocketed into it, trailing smoke. From inside the building their came a great crashing,and the sound of broken glass and then all was silent. 'Fine, that's how he, ugh, wants to play? We'll rip this walking xylophone apart piece by piece' Suddenly Sam came screaming out of the building, flying at the dragon, his red duster trailing behind him and an invisible wall of energy in front of him to hold off the dragons flames until he got close enough. His bones were bare again, and his head was on fire. He was screaming in rage and pain. The flames burned at his soul, but Orga's was used to it. He had endured far worse the special bit of hell that had been made for him. His soul covered Sam's like a shield, standing fast against the flames until they had time to purge themselves. When Sam landed on Dread he would begin raining down mighty ground shaking blows upon Dread's skeleton, and attempt to wrassle it to the ground. "SUCK OUR FLAMING ****!"

MEANWHILE!
The Ice Fire that Sam had breathed forth had regained their composure from the explosion and began spreading rapidly, consuming all in it's path, and began heading right torwards the bulk of the combatants. It burned at Absolute Zero, and did things it should not have been able to do. It emanated emanated cold, and would freeze the fighters. Slowly at first, then more so as the cold set into their joints and their blood became a thick sludge, until they were but statues. It turned the moisture in the air into snowflakes and summoned blizzard into being. It burned through trees, and parked cars, turning them into frozen slush. It also cast a fucking sweet blue light over everything and made stuff look five times as badass.

[UnStellar]

When the scythe was swung, Norman simply teleported back a good ten yards, his Razor fading simultaneously. In his hands were both his Mauser Broomhandles, Fitz and Zunger.
"Unprovoked attacks aren't cool, BITCH!" He opened fire, unleashing magically incendiary rounds at her. The flames were greek fire, and would burst into flames on impact. The semi-auto weapons unleashed a decent amount of rounds in a couple of seconds.

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As Parody Prime collided next to him, Benjamin abruptly realized that in this fight, there would be no neutrality. After being flung in the air, he controlled his fall magically and faced down the massive robot. He smiled broadly, and tossed away his shades.
"You picked the wrong inter-dimensionary politician to screw with my friend." he quipped smartly, and took to the sky above him, tossing some simple compressed lightning balls at him. They glowed red ominously. His coat sleeves and tails retracted, leaving him freerer for the battle and revealing two shiny new SPLITTER gloves on his hands, Nova Corp.'s latest and greatest models with all the perks. Their insane sharpness could cleave even Parody's thick armor.

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The Red Summoner spun off the man she tackled and dodged the rifle butt blow. Her red cinch bag opened and shot three red balls at the cultist swinging at her, which struck him like a sack of bricks. As they landed, they began to transform and grow into Golemn like creatures. Simultaneously, she shifted her attention to the man closest to her and fluidly continued to sprint well reaching into her bag. She swapped out her knuckleduster for a strange contraption that resembled a harpoon gun, but on a smaller scale. A long chain hung from the miniature harpoon, and she shot it a the next cultist. The third tiger attacked the other girl in the group, prventing her from engaging Red. If the harpoon struck true, It would cleave straight through his armor and be stuck in him, leaving Red to use the chain for her devious purposes. The first tiger was successfully dispatched by Khan, but the second one was still fighting despite the mortal wound dealt to it by the Taint Blade. It would start to be Corrupted, but continued to fight regardless.

The Watcher loaded her crossbow with enchanted bolts, ones that would send whatever struck back flying as if hit by a semi truck. She fired three at the rampaging Khan as quickly as possible.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

"Communist politician identified activating cleansing protocols." Parody Prime roared at the top of his metal vocal tubes. The man shot down the lightning, Parody spoke as he stepped aside and the lightning bolts impacted on the black concrete.
"COMMUNIST LIGHTNING DETECTED! The worst kind of lightning. Lightning allied to COMMUNISM! " With that, he looked up at the man and a blue beam of energy gathered behind his ocular lens then ripped through the air straight at him. It was more then capable of taking out corvette class ships in one or two shots and would certainly vaporize the commie lover.

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The man struck with the three balls flew backwards, his ragged armour absorbing most of the blow. He struggled up, raising his sword as he ran at her again, bloody rage in his black eyes. The man she had beaten on the ground jumped and grabbed her by her legs and prevented her from shooting him, digging a rusty dagger deep into her thigh. He was screaming an incoherent battlecry mostly because his face was no longer recognizable.

The female cultist exchanged a few blows with her curved blade, slicing and hacking in a hasty, frenzied fashion, white foam glistening on her lips and her eyes glowing with taint. As she hit and attacked, her blade began to glow too and all the wounds inflicted would taint the tiger and cause it to change, to morph into a indistinguishable mass of red, bloody flesh.

Khan was fairing much better. With a bloodthirsty cackle, he kicked in the tiger's head with a massive boot, the tainted aura around him causing both it and its dead kin to morph into masses of chaotically writhing flesh. As Khan turned and dodged the first of the three bolts, blocking the second with one of his axes, having the bolt disintegrate as it hit the tainted power weapon aura that surrounded it. The last one, however, was not as harmless and he took it to the chest, sending his massive form flying backwards into the wall of a building, causing the dilapidated structure to collapse on top of him.

As the would watch, the crumbled mess of architecture was pushed away and Khan, with his inhuman resiliency granted to him by his patron (and his armour) shook the dust and splinters off and began running at the Watcher with a cry of "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" which continued until he was within thirty feet of her and ended with an "UUUUUCK YOU!" right as he threw one of his dual axes at her with all the power of a small star-ship's main gun.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

The rounds hit the girl, at which she cast a look at them. Not surprise or confusion or even pain and agony evident on her face as her body began to catch fire from them, though she did feel it. She slowly turned her gaze back to the Necromancer, and...Fell. Into her own shadow, it appeared, though at the same time her hody seemed to be breaking apart into it. The flames and bullets themselves would be left behind as the darkness and shadow she became spread from where she'd stood to around her foe. From these shadows, she reformed behind him, the darkness gathering and rising up, taking her shape and gaining the density of a living creature. Once she had her head, her torso, and her arms fully reformed, she reached down and pulled from the shadowy murk her double scythe, which she used to hack at him as she gained her legs back. Once she was fully reformed, she once more spread her shadow, though this time in every direction. And y'know, she didn't deform back into it.

Devour's head was indeed smashed by the mace thing, but this of course did absolutely nothing as his head did not hold any vital organs. Much like how Knightmare's head was similarly aesthetic! However, the spikes on his shoulders were spread out of the way of the attack, as they formed into a giant set of mandible-looking weapons that woukd smash together, impaling Knightmare from both sides. His head reformed nicely, with him saying,"Ohhhhh, no, you dont GET to diss the cape. Not when you've got a tacky-as-hell 'K' for a emblem. I mean, seriously? Where the hell is the letter 'K' in the word 'Nightmare'? Did you just realize you couldn't think of anything and put on a K so there'd be something there!?" At the same time he said that, he turned his hands into bone blades and started hacking at Knightmare. He knew his 'brother'head probably didn't have his vore in his center, but if he just kept at it he'd eventually be able to hack the thing out with only a small amount of biomatter keeping it alive, too little to mount a effective attack.

Dread's skull was smashed into its ribs and actually cracked many of them while harming its skull quite a lot. It actually could have lessened the damage taken, but it was intentionally missing its mistress, keeping her unharmed above itself. It growled at the foes, hearing them as they came at it. Lauren was quickly applying Necromantic Healing to Dread, mending its broken bones with undeathly power as the Dracolich prepared itself for their attack. And when they charged...Dread jumped. Not at them. Not to the side, either. It jumped up, and spread its wings above the buildings, beating the air as it went upwards. It circled the battleground once it was high enough, and ran its claws upon the rooftops of buildings nearby its foes to rain rubble upon them. He wasn't heeding his mistress' words of mercy any longer...He was protecting her by destroying these two. And as the rubble of the buildings fell upon them, Dread breathed foul, dark magic upon them. The magic itself would actually do absolutely nothing to them, not by itself. Instead, it animated all things dead that it touched, creating hordes of skeletons and zombies all of which were working to keep the dracolich's foe from escaping. They swarmed around it, grabbing and biting and slowing it down to allow them all to be crushed under a sea of flesh, of bones, and of rubble.

[Orga the Strange]

OOC: You are damn lucky I didn't 3-day rule you, bro.

Knightmare retracted his spike blades and mace into himself and allowed the pincers to cut him in half, escaping from Devour before he could start chopping at him, as he shape-changed into two...things, and quickly slithered/flew a bit of ways from Devour where he quickly reformed into his battle form, his arms joined together into a man-sized mallet that he swung at Devour. This all happened in less than four seconds. And in that time the blizzard reached their battle as well, covering the two in snow and ice.

As Dread flew, the winds from the ever increasing blizzard would blind and buffet him around, preventing him from flying straight or seeing Sam. The snow and ice would coat him and his wings, making it harder to move and weighing him down as it piled up.
It would also seep through whatever enchantments Lauren had around her to freeze her to the bone, literally. Turning her skin into ice and her blood a useless frozen sludge. Sam however seemed unfazed by the freezing cold. He seemed invigorated by it. Raising his hands above his head he formed a wall of energy above him that prevented the rubble from hitting him and forced it out at Dread, like some kind of over-sized shot blast, before sliding into the worse parts of the blizzard, using it mask his approach as he jumped onto the face of a building and began climbing and leaping up it, to get above Dread. The reanimated dead would freeze.

The other fighters in the battle would be equally affected by the increasingly harsh weather conditions caused by the Ice-Fire as the blizzard raged, the clouds above beginning to spiral around the battlefield, as the storm grew larger. Winds approaching 70 miles an hour slinging chunks of ice, blinding snow, and of course insanely cold temperatures, steadily dropping to -20. Anyone not immune of protecting themselves would soon freeze.

[UnStellar]

Benjamin shot left, barely dodging the beams, and cursed his poor aim.
"You got soft in your old age, buddy." He muttered to himself. And then he paused and thought for a second.
"Wait a second... You think I'm a communist?" Benjamin laughed heartily.
"I'm a capitalist! I overthrew an empire! If this is about politics, you are sorely mistaken my friend!" Benjamin crossed his arms, reasoning with the robot.

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The man struck with the three balls flew backwards, his ragged armour absorbing most of the blow. He struggled up, raising his sword as he ran at her again, bloody rage in his black eyes.

By the time he recovered his senses, the balls had already transformed into gollums. Two of them stopped him in his tracks, letting out a deep booming roar as they started to pummel him with their stony fists.

The man she had beaten on the ground jumped and grabbed her by her legs and prevented her from shooting him, digging a rusty dagger deep into her thigh. He was screaming an incoherent battlecry mostly because his face was no longer recognizable.

He successfully grabbed her, and as she was mid motion she collided with the hard pavement. But before he could stab her, the third gollum dog piled onto his torso. It was extremely heavy, and would probably crush his ribcage.

The female cultist exchanged a few blows with her curved blade, slicing and hacking in a hasty, frenzied fashion, white foam glistening on her lips and her eyes glowing with taint. As she hit and attacked, her blade began to glow too and all the wounds inflicted would taint the tiger and cause it to change, to morph into a indistinguishable mass of red, bloody flesh.

The woman was successful, despite taking a few blows the various energies were successfully Tainted, especially the magic energies used to summon it. It would now do her bidding.

As the would watch, the crumbled mess of architecture was pushed away and Khan, with his inhuman resiliency granted to him by his patron (and his armour) shook the dust and splinters off and began running at the Watcher with a cry of "FUUUUUUUUU-" which continued until he was within thirty feet of her and ended with an "UUUUUCK YOU!" right as he threw one of his dual axes at her with all the power of a small star-ship's main gun.

The Watcher took the time that he was down to launch another couple of bolts to cover her mistress. She used the same ones as before to cut down on time. So despite the Red Summoner having been successfully stumbled, this brief window of weakness was covered with a hail of bolts that, if ignored, could kill or at least launch the other cultists out of the battlefield.

As Khan came charging at her, the Watcher cursed, she was mid reload. But Red was back on her feet. Thinking quickly, she reached into her bag and grabbed another small enchanted ball. She threw it fiercely at the charging Khan's back. If his Taint Aura didn't immediately halt it, upon impact it would burst into heavy chains that wrapped around him and hindered him.

However, if these failed, the axe would come hurtling at the Watcher and all she could do would be to put up a hasty barrier to stop it. It was the strongest she could muster, which wasn't much, but it would at least hinder the axe and dampen the blow a bit.

While Red did all this, she would be vulnerable, unless the third gollum succeeded in dispatching the disfigured cultist, in which case he would be up and covering her.

The rounds hit the girl, at which she cast a look at them. Not surprise or confusion or even pain and agony evident on her face as her body began to catch fire from them, though she did feel it. She slowly turned her gaze back to the Necromancer, and...Fell. Into her own shadow, it appeared, though at the same time her hody seemed to be breaking apart into it. The flames and bullets themselves would be left behind as the darkness and shadow she became spread from where she'd stood to around her foe. From these shadows, she reformed behind him, the darkness gathering and rising up, taking her shape and gaining the density of a living creature. Once she had her head, her torso, and her arms fully reformed, she reached down and pulled from the shadowy murk her double scythe, which she used to hack at him as she gained her legs back. Once she was fully reformed, she once more spread her shadow, though this time in every direction. And y'know, she didn't deform back into it.

"Shadow travel!" Norman lamented, and he holstered his pistols as the shadow came after him.
"Senkai, the flare!" Senkai spat out a flare device at him and he grasped it as the shadow came around him. While the girl was reforming, he shot it at her. It was a special light magic, it would cut through most shadow type magics with cleansing light. The girl would find the unformed parts of herself being eaten away by holy magic energies. The downside of this maneuver, however, is that since Norman relied mostly on shadow and dark energies himself, the light magic would 1) make his spells less effective, and 2) cause physical pain to him. He drew two folded knives from his pockets and flicked them into readiness. They weren't enchanted, but had been sharpened magically. Just a touch from them would cut deeply.

Assuming the girl was still able to mostly form, Norman did an incredible maneuver and blocked the scythe with his knives. Well caught in a blade lock, he would dodge past the long weapon and get in close to the girl, kicking her square in the chest. The flare was still burning, hurting both of them.

The blizzard was starting to hurt all characters in this post, but as they stayed in motion they wouldn't freeze yet.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

"Do not lie to me, communist scum!" Parody roared. "Red is the color of communsim - the color of death!"  Parody would not be reasoned with, unless something powerful came in the way of his programming. After all, communists were all liars and cheats and thats how they built their "empire" and thats why it will fall.

The man reacted quickly to the new threat, dodging the ponderously slow fists of the golems with some skill earned from a life of continuous battle. He struck out at them, small cuts, swinging out of the way just in time. He slid under the legs of one and as he slid, he dragged his fingers across its leg, leaving a pulsing red line that grew, corrupting the golem.

His battle cry ended abruptly as he was landed on with the grisly crunch of bones snapping. However, the fact that he was landed on by an enormous rock monster did little to stop the man's blow from going for the woman. She was his target, and though he was being crushed to death, his vehement rage drove him ever further to ignore pain and strive pasts the limits of the Zarethian body. He struggled with every ragged breath, blood leaking from his mouth, mingling with the bloody pulp that was once his face. Yet still he struggled on.

The woman ran to help the man being attacked by the three golems, shooting out small, quick bolts of weak tainted energy at them as she waved her blood red curved blade in the air and snarled a challenge. Her eyes were wild and frenzy and the act of killing her would stop her in her tracks.


Khan rushed at the Summoner with seemingly little regard for his own safety, his heavey blood red metal boots pounded small depressions into the pavement with every step and he merely swatted the ball aside, his aura of taint protecting his entire person, showing as a blood red tinge around his armor. As he ran, without stopping, he punched the pavement, and pulled up a twenty pound chunk and in one motion and hurled it at the women who had fired off shots. 

Khan's axe whistled through the air haft over head at lightning speed, glowing red with a tainted aura of its own and would cut through almost any barrier they could put in its way. It would deal a fatal blow to anyone unforunately to be caught in its terrible path.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

The light burned away and corroded the parts of her that were in shadowed-form, at which she took a surprising decision-She entirely turned herself into liquid darkness. Obviously she was still burned by the flare, but in this form she ducked behind the Necromancer...And bound herself to the shadow he cast. Because he was blocking the flare itself, it'd give her a chance to recover from the attack, and she was also able to attack from behind him by striking from his own shadow with spikes and blades.

The Dracolich was entirely unaffected by the ice coating his wings. I mean, really, its not like he was particularly aerodynamic to begin with, being a dragon's skeleton given Unlife. His flight was as much straight up magic at this point as anything else, so a little extra weight didn't bother him, and the chill of death brought no pain nor fear to the Undead. The chill in his mistress however...Was a different story. He flew higher as she held onto him and took out her black grimoire and flipped through it. She couldn't understand the runic language printed on its pages, it was really just gibberish to her, but yet...It seemed to help her magic, almost as if she cast from it entirely by instinct. Which considering the current situation? Suited her just fine, she didn't have time to be flipping through trying to find a spell anyway, just as well that she simply stop at a page and babble in some strange, arcane language. At the page she stopped at, in her adrenaline-fueled cold-addled mind she vaguely recognized some of the symbols as she began babbling in between the chattering of her teeth, and realized which spell she was casting from her book. She didn't know the proper name of it, so she simply called it 'CorpseFlesh'; as she did so, her body's natural functions began to stop and any heat left in her that hadn't already been sapped by the cold left her immediately. Functionally speaking, she believed that this spell worked by essentially killing her body while keeping her spirit bound within it. She couldn't feel anything except the strongest sensations, but the upside was that she could shrug off normally lethal injuries or conditions until the spell wore off and her body jumpstarted itself and ignore and impediments to her movement. It wasn't a perfect fix, but in a pinch it certainly did the trick, which was how she used it anyways! As this went on, Dread gathered magic within his maw, taking the form of hellish, arcane flame. The spell itself, however, wasn't quite yet done...But it would be, soon.

Devour maintained a continual body temperature in a fashion he adapted from the many types of bacteria and pathogens that existed upon the many planets he'd traveled-his body formed a shell, of sorts. obviously, it moved with him, but it did not permeate heat, and kept his internal body temperature on a constant level. Having to deal with the cold, however(and also me running out of time on the computer as I type this), he was not able to form a extremely well thought out counterattack to the mallet being swung at him, which he just barely ducked under and dodged backwards out of Knightmare's range. He simply formed a massive bone blade, slipping it out from his heat shell before reclosing it, and prepared to use it to fend off and parry his archnemesis' hammerblows.

[Orga the Strange]

Whether cold caused him discomfort or not would not stop the beats molecules from ceasing their movements, he and Lauren would find themselves completely paralyzed, Lauren unable to even think, let alone cast magic as the synapses in her brain would freeze and cease firing. The temperature around them was now absolute zero. They would fall out of the sky and crash into the ground. Even the fire in the mighty dracolich's maw would sputter and die. Anyone NOT protecting themselves from the cold would find themselves rapidly slowing down as all molecular movement ceased in their bodies, minds clouding over as their brains froze solid, hearts stopping mid-beat. For all intents and purposes they would be dead, until they were thawed out by some external force. The storm, now the size of a category five hurricane, began to disperse immediately, leaving everything it had covered an icy frozen wasteland. Every father, mother and child, every worker, business man and police, frozen into solid statues. It was kind of beautiful, in a sociopathic way.

As the cold got to Knightmare he realized he couldn't keep fighting in it and so pulled as much of his matter as he could into himself as an extremely dense ball, a bit bigger than a bowling ball but almost as thick as a frigate's hull. Heat permeated through the layers, kept inside but psychic shielding on the outside and he began to push himself deep into the earth, through the frozen layers, as far down as he needed to go to keep warm. He would have to emerge later when conditions were more favorable. He cursed magic users as he did this.

Sam merely studied his work as the last of the snowstorms died down, his body and clothes in pristine condition, his hands behind his back, a satisfied smile plastered across his face. ' They always underestimate the cold, right up until the air in their lungs freezes solid"

[UnStellar]

Benjamin

Letting out a hearty laugh in disbelief, Benjamin decided the robot may not have been worth his time. He also noticed it was getting pretty damn cold, dangerously cold in fact, and noticed it seemed to be only effecting the immediate area of the battlefield.
"Somebody likes their blizzard magic... Let's shake it up, shall we?" Benjamin jetted even higher in the sky, getting a birds eyes view of the battlefield and seeing the artificial cold weather system over it. His body jolted his red, sparking energy. It fed through his SPLITTER gloves, which were partially made of magnifanium, and into his ornately carved magnifanium staff.

Pull it together
Button up your shirt
Roll down those sleeves
Don't let them see how you've coped

It trembled with nearly uncontrollable magic energy, straight from his bloodstream.

(1/2 posts till Hyper Melter is charged)

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Red Summoner/Watcher

The man reacted quickly to the new threat, dodging the ponderously slow fists of the golems with some skill earned from a life of continuous battle. He struck out at them, small cuts, swinging out of the way just in time. He slid under the legs of one and as he slid, he dragged his fingers across its leg, leaving a pulsing red line that grew, corrupting the golem.

Though the man was not dispatched, the pair of golems had fulfilled their purpose in distracting him, if only for a little bit. The golum was indeed being corrupted, but being a substantially thick mass, the Corruption would take a little bit to overcome him. The other golum had moved quick enough to be behind his companion as the man slid under him, and he clothes lined him with a solid rock arm, halting his sliding momentum painfully.

His battle cry ended abruptly as he was landed on with the grisly crunch of bones snapping. However, the fact that he was landed on by an enormous rock monster did little to stop the man's blow from going for the woman. She was his target, and though he was being crushed to death, his vehement rage drove him ever further to ignore pain and strive pasts the limits of the Zarethian body. He struggled with every ragged breath, blood leaking from his mouth, mingling with the bloody pulp that was once his face. Yet still he struggled on.

His incredible resilience was rewarded, his knife attack was successful, digging into her thigh. Before it got too deep, or he was able to do anything else, the golum completely crushed his head with his fist, crushing his brain. His tenacity was admirable, but barring any unforeseen defense, he had finally been dispatched.

More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand
More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand

The woman ran to help the man being attacked by the three golems, shooting out small, quick bolts of weak tainted energy at them as she waved her blood red curved blade in the air and snarled a challenge. Her eyes were wild and frenzy and the act of killing her would stop her in her tracks.

The weak bolts would only do minimal Corruption, and would not yet stop any of the three golums, although the one Corrupted by her companion would probably be dispatched first in the future as additional Taint energy would be affecting him. One of the Watcher's bolts, however, came at her and would strike her, launching her out of the fray with all the force her master had taken.

It seems like you're giving up
Giving up on everything you worked for
It seems like you're giving up
Giving up on everything you worked for

Khan rushed at the Summoner with seemingly little regard for his own safety, his heavey blood red metal boots pounded small depressions into the pavement with every step and he merely swatted the ball aside, his aura of taint protecting his entire person, showing as a blood red tinge around his armor. As he ran, without stopping, he punched the pavement, and pulled up a twenty pound chunk and in one motion and hurled it at the women who had fired off shots.

As soon as his arm came in contact with the ball, it would launch the chains to grapple him. The Taint aura would hinder it a bit probably, but the chains wrapped around him nonetheless. This would hopefully hinder him from throwing the pavement at the Watcher.

It's pulling you under
It's gripping around your throat
It's pulling you under
It's gripping around your throat

Red, successfully protected from attacks by her Golum, was up off the pavement, groaning from her thigh wound. Nevertheless she dodge behind the third golum, the one that had just killed the Resilient Cultist, and waited for him to strike, this being all the movement she could do with the wounded leg. After dispatching the cultist, her golum braced for impact with Khan.

Khan's axe whistled through the air haft over head at lightning speed, glowing red with a tainted aura of its own and would cut through almost any barrier they could put in its way. It would deal a fatal blow to anyone unforunately to be caught in its terrible path.

Her barrier turned out to have elastic property. It wasn't the strongest barrier, but this unique property would help. It was caught in the barrier, which sucked it up like putty, but the Taint aura would eat through it before physics took affect and launched it back. Having eaten through the barrier, it rested only a couple yards from the Watcher.

Wave goodbye to the past
You've got your whole life to lead
Wave goodbye to the past
You've got your whole life to lead

She sighed, a close call, and gathered her strength to get back to protecting her mistress.

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Norman the Zombie-tamer

The light burned away and corroded the parts of her that were in shadowed-form, at which she took a surprising decision-She entirely turned herself into liquid darkness. Obviously she was still burned by the flare, but in this form she ducked behind the Necromancer...And bound herself to the shadow he cast. Because he was blocking the flare itself, it'd give her a chance to recover from the attack, and she was also able to attack from behind him by striking from his own shadow with spikes and blades.

It took Norman a second to realize what she had done, his wounds and the flare reducing his reaction time. It dawned on him milliseconds before the first spike struck him. He gasped in agony, and produced the Necromancer's Razor in his hand just before the second blade struck his back. The blade had control over Shadow Energy and would start to suck the girl into itself, which would no doubt distract her enough to prevent more strikes to Norman's person.
 If she ignored it and/or tried to keep attacking Norman, the Razor would convert all of her shadow energies into itself, and she would be stuck as that energy forever inside of the blade to be bent to Norman's will.

You've got your whole life to lead
You've got your whole life to lead
You've got your whole life to lead
IT'S TIME TO GAIN SOME GROUND!


Norman's injuries were stacking up, he couldn't keep this up much longer.

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All

The temperature around them was now absolute zero. They would fall out of the sky and crash into the ground. Even the fire in the mighty dracolich's maw would sputter and die. Anyone NOT protecting themselves from the cold would find themselves rapidly slowing down as all molecular movement ceased in their bodies, minds clouding over as their brains froze solid, hearts stopping mid-beat. For all intents and purposes they would be dead, until they were thawed out by some external force. The storm, now the size of a category five hurricane, began to disperse immediately, leaving everything it had covered an icy frozen wasteland. Every father, mother and child, every worker, business man and police, frozen into solid statues. It was kind of beautiful, in a sociopathic way.

(OOC: Calling bullshit on absolute zero. Too much, too fast. I will however agree that it's damn cold, and that your hurricane is effecting everyone on the field.

The Watcher had been on her feet and adrenaline had been coursing through her veins, and her thick robes had kept her protected from the cold. As it got colder, her magic organ began turning up the heat like an internal furnace, this was the perk of being  a Mazheek. He body wouldn't freeze, and her external clothes and mask kept her relatively warm.

The same happened to the Red Summoner, as she was also a Mazheek. and she cast a quick flame on the ground next to her as he clothes were thinner to keep herself warm.

Benjamin was above the cloud system and therefore not affected.

Norman was no doubt getting very cold, but the flare acted to disperse the cold magic energies and would eat away at the blizzard in it's immediate area, lessening it's affects on him.


 

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

A high pitched wail reached their ears, echoing across the planet. Its sound burst glass across the streets, windows from cars and buildings exploding as everyone winced at the powerful, magical wail that was filled with agony, heartbreak and anger.

At that raucous echo, Khan and his cultists vanished in a gust of wind and the smell of ozone. The restraints holding Khan fell to the ground, useless. Even Khan's fallen axe had vanished without a trace.

Then, in a flash of light, everyone within that area of battle was teleported away, some incredible force, banishing them from the surface of Tefillin.

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[Orga the Strange]

When Sam left the fire he had conjured died immediately, flickering out, leaving naught but blue ash and that HUGE FUCKING STORM BIGGER THAN THE CITY. Left unchecked, it would begin to migrate away from the current area, traveling with the wind current across the land, drastically fucking up the ecosystems around it, freezing people solid and blanketing the area in foot after foot of snow until it died out, more than likely sometime after reaching an ocean.