A dark haired fairy fluttered nimbly into the large room of the labyrinth that contained many of the Big Bad members stationed here. They were a colorful team made up of many diverse back stories, although all of them doing something or other to get themselves labeled as villains and into such a situation as to have 100 powerful individuals hired to take them out. Some of the group was doing last minute preparations for the battle to come, some getting to know each others, while others kept to themselves, often with an annoyed look as if they couldn't wait to get things started. Not all Big Bad knew or liked each other despite all being within the same group. Them all being here was forced upon them in order to take out the incoming threat rather than be divided and conquered like what happened to some other villains who got too much of the spotlight placed on them. To put things bluntly, if they hadn't have formed together as "Big Bad" they stood no chance. In fact, even as things stood now they'd need a whole lot of luck if they were to emerge victorious. They did have this labyrinth to their advantage, setting up many tricks and splitting up their attackers in the process, but they were still the underdogs even factoring all this in. The fairy passed her glittering purple eyes over each individual in rapid succession, taking in their information (that she could see at a glance) at incredible speeds. Some were obviously more powerful than others. Some looked rather worthless, actually. Hopefully she'd be wrong. Otherwise she'd have to fly away from this joint with her metaphorical tail between her legs (most fairies, hers included, didn't have tails, only wings). She'd almost rather die then let this happen. Almost. Either way it wouldn't be pleasant. But how could they win...they needed more of a plan then just "rush every group that makes their way here". She cleared her tiny throat to try and get everyone's attention, but this was likely barely audible, even to those she was fluttering nearby. "Excuse me ladies and evilmen, but in my latest scouting run I spotted the first group making their way through our traps and are going to reach us in a couple minutes through that tunnel," she pointed to the one she had just come in from. There was no door and it was big enough to fit an elephant. The hallway was pretty dark. "Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it's one of the weaker ones in general so should be a good warm up. Here's a visual representation of them..." She waved her hands around in front of her for a moment as her sparkling purple energy coalesced into the image of a chibi looking suit of armor comprised of a helmet, gauntlets, greaves, and breastplate, all held together into the shape of a human by some magical force. "This thing appears to be the most powerful of the ten due to something I sense deep inside him. Perhaps magic or super strength will be the only means of getting through that tough body of his until a weak point reveals itself." The armor person dissolved into energy before forming into a representation of a young witch in her early teens, her witch's outfit having a turtle motif. "Witches can have a wide variety of powers, although this one doesn't strike me as particularly powerful. I'm guessing she specializes in defense due to the weird turtle thing she has going on." The girl was replaced by...an armored grasshopper-like creature with swords?! She stood on two legs and had a head/neck that functioned more like a human, although mostly looked like a grasshopper like the rest of her body. "Don't underestimate someone by her size (person experience...), I can tell this woman's very refined and talented with those blades. However, I don't sense any magical capabilities even with her being, you know, a walking talking bug." A teen boy wearing a pinstripe gangster suit showed up next. He was carrying an uzi but also had a pistol mostly concealed within his jacket. This group of opponents...sure was weird, weren't they? A gangster boy was so far the most normal person they had come across. "I don't know much about him, but I do sense that he has a hidden fighting style and ability up his sleeve. His bandaged hands show that he's been training with some up close and personal attacks. That may even be his area of expertise." Next was the second oldest and largest one of the group, a 30 something year old woman built like an amazon. Her hide armor appeared tougher than normal hide and she carried with her a broadsword single handedly. On her back was a bow and a quiver filled with 20 arrows. Slung across her right hip was a mace and strapped to her left boot was a dagger. "Getting hit by her might be like getting hit by a car, but I don't believe she has magical enhancements. She's just...like, super tough, so watch out. She's likely the strongest of this group as they stand right now." A young man with a gun appeared with what looks like a bulky speargun, only it contained an anchor as it's weapon of choice that was nearly a third his own mass, and it was attached to a metal chain that could be pulled in with a crank. He wore a long coat. "He looks dangerous but his weapon isn't very nimble. We can use that to our advantage, but watch out because he may have some magic to back himself up. I could tell his personality was the most...goof-offy of the group, so who knows if he will live up to his potential." Next was a tall man, perhaps 8 feet or so in height, concealed entirely in dull light grey armor that was all scratched up and dented. In his hands was a massive tower shield about 50% larger than himself and what appeared to be more shields were strapped to various points on his body. "This man is the most immobile of them all, but he will likely stand up to most of our attacks until we can chip away at his armor some more. Even those damaged areas seem to be stronger than most normal armor, even that first person we saw. Luckily his offensive capabilities seem limited to brunt force attacks...if he managed to catch us." Surprising everyone, something even bigger, maybe 10 feet tall, showed up for the next individual. It could best be described as a blowfish looking creature. His body looked like a combination of adorable and deadly, chubby and filled with spikes all along his backside. His "arms" and "hands" were like seven elongated spikes wrapped in a scaly webbing, the rest of his body also having small scales that revealed he was a reptile rather than a fish, as if him on land wasn't proof enough. His feet were like his "arms" but tiny, flapping in the wind as he scooted his obtuse frame along the ground, at least what could be assumed based on his movement as the ground despite it not showing up in the image. He had a small mouth and eyes, although he had more eye-like orbs scattered around the sides of his underbelly. Strapped to his head, which didn't have much of a neck to differentiate from it's body, was a metal helmet far too small for him so it looked more like a tiny cap. "This...this is an odd one. Your guess is as good as mine." The next was another young man, perhaps 18 or so, dressed in a robe. An aura of fire surrounded his body, flickering against his skin and trailing off his lower back like a tail that twitched around. "Expect some dangerous fire related attacks that may be tricky to face off against without first taking advantage of how he appears to be the most rash of the group. That being said, don't take him lightly and only attack when you have a plan. Killing him off early is definitely in our best interest." The last member of the group then showed up, an Asian looking women in her mid twenties. She wore a revealing steampunk like getup that showed off tattoos covering much of her body. She held in each hand a six shooter following that same style. On her back was a small device that looked sort of like a jetpack but had a random gear turning in the middle...perhaps for style only? On her belt were more cartridge looking devices. "This girl looks fast and may be a skilled marksman, so we should make sure we know where she is at all times or else she could quickly slip past our defenses and deal some major damage. She might be another one who should be taken down as a priority." With all of the members of the incoming group shown, she allowed her purple mist of energy to dissipate. "Although, that's the gist of it. They should be here in a couple of minutes so use this time wisely to plan. We might not get such an opportunity for the next waves."

Obadiah P. Spider casually leaned on his cane as he watched the projections with his eight beady black eyes. When the fairy was done, he stood up straight and twirled the cane in his hand. “Y’all don’t have nothin’ to worry about, good ol’ Obadiah’s got this. I’ve beaten more whippersnappers with my trusty cane than I have held dollars in my hand, and I am a successful businessman. Just leave any of them to me, and I assure you, you will not be disappointed. Well, except them gun-wielders. Spiders are allergic to bullets, did y’all know? I learned that b-” He fell silent when he caught sight of the magnificent giant spider woman. Such a beautiful set of long, armoured legs was truly worthy of praise. Already having forgotten what he was previously saying, he scurried over to her, causing his top hat to teeter on his head. “Good day, my lady!” he said, bowing before her extravagantly. “I had not expected to find a woman so fine as you around here. Please, allow me to protect you against these ruffians that will be invading us."

The empress, during the uneventful and disastrously long speech had almost fallen asleep. In fact she was trying to the entire time. But right as she was about to doze off, a voice perked up and was quite evidently directed at her. Internally she screamed and swore, she had really been trying to inconspicuously fall asleep and now someone DARED to interupt that! The words that passed through her thoughts were not words that one would expect from a respectable lady. Externally she casually stretched her arms upwards, popping the joints slightly with the strain. With a rather dainty turn of her head, she peeked out of the very edge of her periphery to spot a rather ugly little man whose head was grossly out of proportion with his body. To a human, age wasn't really discernable from his carapice. But to Jessibelle, who herself is a spider, the age was quite evident. He was old, and his accent was a drawl of southern descent. The south is where her name was derived from, so it would have reminded her of home. If her father hadn't raised her in the Ahs Chini homelands. Oh, wait. There it is. There's the compliments. Ugh. He's a white knight, "I'll protect you my lady." In her head she mocked every word that left his mouth. With a feigned smile, though perfectly executed, she turned her head towards the older man. "Well, hello my good sssir. It'ss good to ssee another Arachnid like mysself. And what iss a Gentleman, like yoursself, doing here amongsst this crowd of- Rather dissreputable company?" With that she swept her hand around the room, pointing out some of the uglier criminals that are amongst the group. Jessibelle figured that this fellow was likely some sort of thief or criminal mastermind, the people gathered in this 'maze' were pretty much all bad people. Herself included, she must admit. "One could fear that you're a sspy for thosse whom we've gathered to- Dissposse of."

“Me, a spy for those ruffians? Believe me, I’ve got better things to do than teaming up with them left-wing whippersnappers. And just because I seem so spotless, doesn’t mean my slate is clean. I admit I’ve done some things that have rustled the wrong people, as I’m sure we all have.” A conscious understatement on his part. Obadiah knew very well that every person here, including him, had good reason to be marked as a danger to the multiverse, but playing innocent served him better than spilling his beans at the drop of a hat. “You will see, my lady, I will prove my loyalty to this ramshackle group as soon as the fighting goes down.” He turned to face the rest of the ragtag bunch of misfits. “On that note, why don’t all y’all introduce yourself, so we’ll all know who we’re fighting with? My name’s Obadiah P. Spider, businessman, gentleman and experienced cane-fighter.” He didn’t really trust the others for a moment, but knew that creating a willing alliance was in their best interest right now.

The little boy known as the Demon Lord was getting hot, bothered and tired as he was riding on the back of the strong and powerful demon Riktor who is usually called a monster and in some cases a beast. Meanwhile a bit in front of them was the former hero and great swordsman Alexandier and just in front of him was the legendary Lost Elf, Shi-anna. After walking for what seemed like days the young elf stopped as she swung her head back her hair blowing in the wind. The annoyed expressions on each of their faces said it all, from the child-like stubborn pout of the DemonLord, to the usual same face glaring of the DemonBeast and the sigh after giving up his tough glaring act the hero finally said it. "Shi-anna, you got us lost again didn't you?" She smiled back at them all as they knew this would happen, but it was also their fault since the DemonBeast Riktor can not really see too well, our Hero does not like walking in front cause the one in front steps into all the traps, and the DemonLord is too tired to give directions he just gives a location and expects them to get them there. They finally noticed a fairy entering some section and the demonlord pointed for them to follow, as the three dashed while the demonlord kept an eye out for the fairy they ended up in a large room. The fairy began describing that ten heroes would be attacking or at least that is what the demonlord heard as he said to each of them "That guy or maybe its a girl, that has the fire around must die first, its way too hot and I'm tired so Rik lay down I want to have a nice nap and don't be too noisy please", As he yawned and stretched and fell asleep. THe DemonBeast sighed as he looked down and spoke with a deep intelligent voice, "You guys heard him, kill the robe wearing whatever it is and leave the strong woman to me, women need to use bows and magic not go around acting like beast men. Exception being my mother, but she was a giant demon beast so that a different story." The Hero began stretching and took out his sword as he smiled. "You just had to take the strong girl with the cool sword, the bug swordsman does not seem cool at all, I am not fighting bugs and Shi-anna won't either so I will just attack whatever comes first or last or whatever I feel like it." Then finally Shi-anna spoke in a strict serious voice different from her usually more ditsy voice. "I hate guns, reminds me of those damn gun dwarves from the shotgun caverns, they blew up dress when we offered them a chance to serve under us, those ungrateful dwarves, these stupid gun users will all die." The boy got annoyed as he opened his eyes again, "If it gets hot cause you forgot to take out the fire user, none of you get any food for the week, except Rik cause I need him to carry me, but Rik will get a punishment, no fighting for a month if any of that heat gets to me" That was when he fell asleep and then the demon beast looked around and said, "Looks like a lot of new potential recruits, though arachnids are really creepy, either way we need more demons we lost most of them last time and they are late they should get here in well minutes or hours not that it matters when they get here I am eating half of them" And so they waited for the ten victims to arrive

"Watch out!" The large man in armor shouted, stepping in front of the little witch that carelessly triggered a tripwire on the ground. Darts clanked loudly against his incredibly durable armor and scattered harmlessly across the ground. Meanwhile, darts also came in from the other side but the robed man extended his right hand out, burning all of them to a crisp before they could reach her. "Careful, Mywt. We may be nearing our target but there could still be traps everywhere," the armored man scolded, but in a gentle voice as if he couldn't hurt a fly. "T-thanks, Liev. Oh, and you too..." Mywt stuttered before turning to the young man...or woman? Nobody could risk calling him by a specific gender due to not having a clue. All they could see behind the robes was an attractive face with silky maroon colored shoulder length hair of a gender neutral style. Due to the many different cultures brought together it was difficult to pin down exactly what could be expected of a specific gender to style themselves in. "...call me Yurzia," he replied, not wasting any stride as he briskly moved past them, robes fluttering around him. "if you insist." "Hey, hey, what's the rush? Can't wait to get yourself killed?" The green haired man with an anchor gun said in a lazy tone. A large bipedal grasshopper leapt into his hair as he spoke and chipped in her own agreement as he finished. "Indeed, it would be wise to be prudent in such a scenario." "You guys feel free to laze around all day. I'll burn this rabble to the ground myself and we can be done with this," Yurzia called back to them, not bothering to turn his head. "You may be more powerful than most of them, if the intelligence report is to be believed, but they've proven to be a crafty bunch. We can't expect to win easily just with more power and numbers," the grasshopper explained, proving herself to be the brains of this operation. It was clear from personal experience that she couldn't just overpower people to achieve her victories. "Trainer Seven," she called out to the sentient armor pieces floating together in the form of a small man. "You should take the lead in order to provide a good first defense in case they try and wipe us out when we first enter the room." The armored being nodded with a small inhuman sounding buzz in affirmative. "Randy," she said to the gangster looking boy. "Your uzi is our long range powerhouse option. You can follow behind Trainer, using him as a shield to hide behind while giving our group covering fire and hopefully taking a lot of them down before we even exchange blows up close and personal. The rest of us will split into two groups, using Mywt's defensive magic and Liev as a living shield in order to advance forward relatively safely even in case of a long range enemy counterattack." She continued after only a brief pause while calculating the best groups they could form, "Myself and Wrath," she said, nodding to the man with the anchor gun, "will be the one with Mywt while Yurzi-" "I'm not hiding behind some coward, Re'Chrid," Yurzi replied to the grasshopper before she had a chance to finish. "I'm not following orders from a little pipsqueak like youself regardless." "I concur. Let's just get this over with and crush them," the Amazonian appearing woman said as she sheathed her sword and instead got out her bow, anticipating the long range battle to come. Although she most enjoyed melee struggles, she didn't mind picking some off with arrows first. There would still be plenty of enemies left for her blade to get a taste of. Re'Chrid let out a tiny sigh, "Fine, Gunhildyr, once you two grow up, get behind Liev, Trainer, or Mywt for cover. "Vyrdia, use Liev for cover until you can break out and use speed and gunfire to decimate the enemy from the sides and back," she ordered the duel pistol wielding woman. "V-...vlut hing su...sulat?" She said, stumbling on how to pronounce the name of the large blowfish looking creature. "As discussed, your ability will give us good air cover. Wait away from the battle and when the enemy no longer has a bunch of long rangers to counter you, come out and give them hell!" The ones following orders all gave their affirmatives and split into the groups as planned. It didn't take too long until their surroundings turned brighter and they entered a large room containing their foe. Randy cowered behind Trainer as they stood in the entryway, his gun blazing indiscriminately into the group. Re'Chrid sprung onto Mwyt's rounded hoodie portion of her outfit that served as her witch's hat and took in the situation from there. Wrath followed close by as a purple turtle shaped energy field surrounded them. They advanced at the fastest speed Mywt could take them, which was admittedly not that fast; what an average scrawny girl was capable of. The other group was also slow going due to Liev's armor making him even a little bit slower than Mywt. Vyrdia was slightly impatient, so was sure to start firing some shots now while she was waiting for him to get a move on. This revealed her presence behind him while she would normally have been concealed from view behind his massive body. Yurzi charged forward, a sizzling wall of heat forming in front of him to hopefully eliminate most attacks heading his way, and if some got through he was confident he could dodge. Gunhildyr stood out in the open, firing wildly at the group Yurzi was heading too, which appeared to be demonlike. Vlut Hing Sulat, as planned remained hidden outside of the room.

Obadiah’s attempt at socializing was interrupted when a burst of bullets blew his top hat right off his head. He turned his head towards the attackers in shock, though his shocked expression looked the same as all his other ones to a non-arachnid. Bullets, my greatest weakness! He was tempted to seek cover, but no, no gentleman could abandon a damsel in distress. “Get behind me, my lady!” he said to the obviously far larger Jessibelle as he pulled a new top hat from his jacket. Instead of putting it on, he aimed the opening towards the attackers, bracing it with three of his arms, the fourth one still holding his cane. Instead of aiming at the turtle girl and her allies, whom he deemed a less immediate threat, he aimed it past them at the teenage boy with the Uzi. His hat made plof sound as a weighted red boxing glove flew out, and another one shortly afterwards. During it all, small spiders were beginning to crawl from all the openings in his suit, forming a puddle of them at his feet.

As bullets whipped past her legs and blew Obadiah's hat off, Jessibelle couldn't seem any more dissinterested if she tried. She stepped over Obadiah and extended her legs so she could step even higher over the crowds. With one loud crash she stomped one of her legs on the ground, making herself not only visible but making a noise to draw attention to her even further. At fifteen feet high it would be impossible for her to go unnoticed. The swarm of warriors burst into the room, guns blazing and weapons at the ready. Unflinchingly she stood in their path and raised her voice to unbelievable levels. "Halt your advancce, 'Warriorss,' and heed my wordss!" Jessibelle's words rang out from above the masses, directed to all who stood before her. "I am Jesssibellle Ad Fortuna, Empresss of the Ahss Chini and one who makess demandss! I demand your greatesst warrior! Whossoever claimss this title among you, follow me! You are my perssonal prey! Facce me alone, or I hunt you and your companionss mysself! Until I find the one I am sseeking!" With that, Jessibelle turned herself around and passed over the group. Lowering herself into the crowd and heading towards a secluded corner of the antechamber they are in. That message was sure to draw the attention of the cockiest of the bunch. Jessibelle knows how heroes think, they argue and probably strike eachother once or twice. Then when they've finished arguing, the one who shouted the loudest and acted the toughest steps forth. Unfortunately, this isn't a fairy tale. Jessibelle doesn't enjoy fighting more than one person at a time, so once the one warrior engages her they won't be recieving any help from their friends.

Things were peaceful and quiet, the world was a nice place until that guy happened as the bullets came randomly blazing out an annoyed Elf took to the front of her group and invoked her magic as whirlwind spun around them blocking the bullets. The little demon lord was beginning to stir as he was annoyed by this interruption to his attempt at a nap. The Beast just smiled as he was thinking how fun the battle would soon be, meanwhile some arrows were also flying from some group of one two three, maybe four groups made up of the ten heroes. The traitor Hero just sat down as he summoned a large sword in front of him to block any stray hits. Things were going well until some arrows came raining down so to speak as the beast jumped to the side to dodge them while maintaining the little boy on his back, and just as they all were going to relax. The look of shock, fear and excitement on the faces of the Hero the Beast and the Elf as the Flaming Lady or Man was charging towards them. They could be in for some serious trouble as she began combining her water magic with her wind to create Ice Magic as she blasted it towards the Flaming Idiot in the hopes of dousing his flames. Meanwhile the hero ran and stopped before the witch and said, "Little girls and pet bugs should go home" The Demon Lord was still resting so to speak but there was a stray bullet from a different source that hit the beast in the arm making him bleed for a moment but it was not deep enough to do anything serious. The Beast looked serious as the largest of the enemies was missing and it was too soon to wake his master for dealing with this rabble. As he tried to keep his pose, the Hero seemed to be trying to talk the witch and grasshopper into leaving, while the elf girl was busy with her spell would it be a battle of mages and somewhere in the mess the Hero looked to the side and so did a few others as the demon lord woke up glaring at the giant spider before saying, "This is why no one likes Empresses anymore". What would happene to their team and how would this all play out, a basic fight and a basic battle but what magic is in store for our heroes and what other abilities were they hiding. All in all it was time to see where this game plan was heading and why the spider lady wants to fight one on one when fighting one on ten would be best.

At the back of the large chamber there is a door, this door is a unisex bathroom. Out of this unisex bathroom step LeeRoy and Shin. About them is an intense air of awkwardness, this awkwardness is furthered by the noticeable redressing that is going on between the two. Shin and LeeRoy, almost in perfect sync, are buttoning their respective vest and shirt up at the same time. Each button being fastened in mirror to each other. The two exchange no words. Both of their faces, though one is concealed behind an iron mask, are flushed red from embarrassment and apparent exertion. A couple of the meek-er members of Big Bad whisper a few unsavory things about what they might have been doing to make them in this sort. The truth being even more awkward than the rumors. After departing the restroom they realize that the fighting might have already begun. A short moment later they noticed Jessibelle rising from the crowd. LeeRoy grabbed the suit that was standing against the wall and climbed inside of it, fastening it over his body. Shin withdrew the staff from his vest pocket. That's about all the preparation the pair needs. It was Shin who finally spoke first. "You know. She really does have to make a scene wherever she goes, doesn't she?" To which LeeRoy replied, "It's kinda her thing, she doesn't quite have tact y'know." The pair nodded in unison and started pushing their way through the crowd. The black staff extended to its normal length, LeeRoy withdrew his Vacuum Lance from the holster on his back. You realize it's kind of weird how you two do everything in unison, right? The Voidman's concerns aren't genuine, she really couldn't care less. "No, I don't think so. When you've known someone as long as we've known each other, you tend to pick up some of the same mannerisms." "She spouting nonsense again?" "'Course." I want to insult both of you, but only one of you can hear me. The pair stepped through the crowd, shoving one small warrior to the ground because he refused to step aside. The group of 'heroes' had arrived, Shin and LeeRoy stood before them with weapons held aloft. The pair looked at eachother and then back to the group, it was LeeRoy who spoke up. "So, who's first?"

Randy was the first to notice the fancy looking spider arm himself with a top hat and open fire his way. Luckily they were at a far enough distance and the boxing glove was a bright red, providing him with just enough time to react to. He quickly ducked behind Trainer as the first glove whooshed overhead and to the right. The suit of armor jerked his floating helmet in a rotating motion to view the passing glove in what could be interpreted as surprise, although being just a helmet rather than a face it was even more hard to tell than a spider, and as an artificial program he didn't experience emotions like humans anyways. Trainer's helmet turned back to follow the trajectory to it's source, only to see a second glove about to collide with his chest and leave him no time to do anything about it besides brace for impact. Randy placed both palms onto the cold metal of his back to help him out in this endeavor, magically increasing his body weight to make himself an even more effective brace. He gritted his teeth and was flung backwards from the force of the blow, but luckily Trainer was able to maintain his footing with only a slight shuffle backwards. Randy crawled to the uzi that had clattered to the floor while Trainer surveyed the enemy formation more carefully, making sure to get between the attackers and Randy to help protect him while in this vulnerable state. Meanwhile, Mywt stopped dead in her tracks as she caught sight of spider duo ahead of her. Out of all the witch's familiars that were out there in the multiverse, such as black cats and crows, spiders have got to be the worst possible of the list. Spiders were one of the main things placing doubts in her mind about becoming a witch in the first place, and even then that was when the spiders would be on her team. In this case these two enemies were likely plotting her imminent demise and were beyond frightening, especially that freaky female one. With trembling legs she began to black up instinctively, not even noticing the "hero" approach her until he spoke out. She let out a startled yelp and turned to face him. "That's the guy I was warning you about just now. Were you even listening?!" Re'Chrid the grasshopper said in an exasperated tone. In her four hands were four swords pointed at the intruder (although technically she and her friends were the ones intruding). Mywt shook her head vigorously, still honestly worried about the spiders. Her defensive spell dissipated. "I'll keep the evil spider gal busy for ya," Wrath suggested with a wink. He made sure to make his sailor coat flow epically around him as he spun to the direction of his target and rushed out to meet her, avoiding some of the Big Bad members in the process while others intentionally let him pass in order to watch the fight unfold. He wore badly ripped jeans and brown colored high traction work boots that went up to mid shin level, although due to a lack of wounds the Big Bad members assumed that such damage to his attire must have already been done before him making his way into this labyrinth. So this guy probably had terrible fashion sense or was too cheap to buy a new pair of pants. Or both. After he made it to around three of her body lengths away, the immediate area cleared out of all other combatants, he raised his anchor gun at her humanoid body. "Hopefully I will suffice, my pretty," he called out to her calmly, quite unlike Mywt's reaction. "I'll have you know that I have a rather peculiar set of fetishes, and although spider women might not necessarily rank near the top, let's just say that I can appreciate your elegance and mature beauty," the way he said this made it clear that he was at last partly meaning what he said rather than just stalling for time. "Although I believe myself to be more powerful, one such as yourself deserves a fair shot at making me her prey, so I accept your challenge for a one on one. Ladies first...." He nodded for her to make the first move. Back with Mywt and Re'Chrid, the grasshopper warrior sprung off of Mywt's head and onto a magical turtle shell made of purple energy that she ordered Mywt to create and send heading off into the direction of the fancy spider. Mywt couldn't even look at the spider for very long, but did manage to peak through her fingers just long enough to get the job done. Due to the circumstance this was the matchups that had to be, as Re'Chrid quickly determined. The grasshopper was larger than the spiders at their boss's feet, feeling like a giant at long last, although she couldn't put too much focus on them. Sure they could do major damage on her if they swarmed her, but she'd be in the air most of the battle in order to fight the more imminent threat. In a surprise move she didn't leap off to attack immediately upon closing the distance as she bluffed to start jumping, instead keeping squatted down again on the shell as it barreled through the spider hoard. She's swipe away any that somehow managed to get onto the shell in time to avoid getting squashed while keeping her eyes on the being above her. If he didn't move away she'd be sent sliding between his legs. Just as she passed by would be when she'd leap upwards and hack at the back of his neck in one fluid motion that would end his life almost instantly. If he did any maneuvers to counter her plan then she'd be forced to quickly spring away to dodge him before regrouping with another plan. Mywt recovered some of her bravery knowing that the spiders couldn't do anything to her while her allies were fighting them. This allowed her to put focus on the man in front of her and answer him. "Make me," she said, although still didn't sounds very threatening despite trying to. She raised her want and sent out some more of her purple energy at him towards his center of mass. If it hit him it would be like getting slammed in the gut by a fist. If it knocked him down then she could use the time to ready some more powerful magic. At the other side of the room, Yurzia made a tsk sound as he saw the ice magic come out to intercept his advance. How troublesome that he'd be up against such a person. He made up his mind to kill this elf woman first. The fire in front of him went out and he rushed to the right of the ice, sending a fireball her way to hopefully kill her before she could move the ice around to intercept him again or keep the ice going. If her ice was long lasting and easily controllable then she'd likely stop this attack as well, in which case she may have the advantage in magic types, as much as he'd hate to admit. Of course he'd never admit defeat in the battle until he was dead (even then of course it would be impossible to admit defeat), so it was just a minor setback on his path to victory. Gunhildyr put away her bow and got out her broadsword again, eyeing her target; the wounded large demon. Although she normally enjoyed fighting her foes at their full power, this being was seemingly very powerful already and still very much worthy of her attention. She didn't try to conceal her advance, her feet thumping hard against the floor as she rushed forward, delivering a war cry. Although he was tall, so was she and she made a swing able to cleave his head from his shoulders should he not stop her. Near the back of the formation, Vyrdia chastized Liev, "Hurry, you big oaf," as they slowly made their way towards the enemy. It appeared that the group they were heading towards had already lost interest in them, if they had any to begin with, and were heading off somewhere else faster than the armored giant could move. "That way!" Vyrdia continued, tapping him sides and pointing with her guns. "They'll be somewhere else by the time I reach!" Liev protested. "Grr...just...just keeping running! We'll get there eventually!"

A turtle shell as a projectile? Fascinating. As a businessman, Obadiah couldn’t resist considering how to monetize such a thing. Perhaps use the knowledge of this girl’s abilities to create a car-mounted shell-shooter to stun other cars during a race! Brilliant! Wait, where was i? Obadiah shook the genius ideas from his head for now to see the shell coming his way, with an armed grasshopper on top. For a moment, he simply stood in place, unmoving but for the motion of putting his top hat back on, watching in anticipation as it came his way, while the spiders at his feet squirmed their way beneath his soles, lifting him off the ground a bit as he came to stand upon a blob of spiders. At the last second, he pointed his cane skyward and yelled, “To Narnia!”. Like a spring, the blob of spiders below his feet rapidly changed shape in order to launch him forward and eight feet into the air. His body remained straight as a stick as he front-flipped through the air, before landing, surprisingly gracefully, right next to Mywt. “Well tie me to a pick-up truck and call me George Washington, you sendin’ an insect to fight a spider, girl?” he said, bending over to put his face at a level with hers. “Lucky for you, I don’t fight women. Insects, on the other hand…” He spun around on his heel to show his back to Mywt and pulled a second cane from his jacket in order to dual-wield them. “Show yourself, grasshopper, and I’ll show you why you don’t mess with a good ol’ boy.”

The Hero Alexandier had not forgotten some of his heroic ways, as he had spoken before the child the weird grasshopper was talking as he just listened to their conversation which was something he was doing to kill time. He also had no intention of fighting children although to be honest he deep down felt witches were monsters and should have never been in this world. Also witches were not really bound by a code of honor so to speak. However he knew that witches had a sense of sisterhood as it hurt him to believe the grasshopper could be female.

He nearly wanted to laugh at the grasshopper pointing her swords towards him, he found this funny, amusing and also a bit insulting at the same time. He then began thinking the grasshopper must just be really stupid, he then watched the grasshopper hop on a purple turtle disk and off she went. He had too much confusion going on right now as he could not make sense of why the bug was even here to begin with. He decided to ignore it and looked over to his little witch even though she was not really little, his mind was getting a bit delusional so he was not paying attention correctly.

She asked him to make her leave as he sighed deep down inside as he was honorable enough to face all opponents equally, unless he was bored. She raised her wand as he raised his sword in response to her attack. He noticed a purple energy as he focused his holy aura, in order to hunt down demons he had to fight witches who allied with demons as well. In order to deal with most short cast magic he had to be able to use the Holy Armor ability which was one of the Holy magics taught to paladins. He was talented and did learn it in secret however it was not like he would need it as the speed of him slashing a sword at her wand would most likely be faster. However he wanted to take her seriously incase she tried to use a Gust of Wind type of magic to stop him.

He did not wish to kill her at this stage, he just felt like disabling her and making her leave, would she dodge and save her wand within that short time or would she be left wandless. Though he was not sure if this was her real weapon as many witches he faught used staves and magical orbs.

Meanwhile in another battle the Flaming Mess that was charging towards them evaded her ice blast which had overwhelmed the fires and went making a straight line blasting of ice which was heading straight for the slow guy with the large shield. However the fire mage had appeared to her side as it disrupted her the aim would just pass next to the guy with the huge shield leaving the two most likely with a very cold chilling wind passing over them as it would crash into the wall at the back.

She was an elf who had mastered elemental magic, but she was not used to fighting that much anymore and had slacked off a bit. Before she would have been able to blast the ice and pull it back at the same time, but she had not warmed up as she looked to the mage firing his fireball straight at her. The air around her began to change fast as she countered the mage's fireball with her own fireball as the clash caused fire to clash and fall on the ground most likely as she would now keep her focus on the mage.

"My name is Shi-anna, could we have a break and talk i really do not want to get sweaty right now and girls like us should not fight anyways. We should let the guys fight and go for some relaxing time in a spa, what do you say i make the water and you bring on the fire". As she began flirting with the fire mage out of boredom and out of the fact that she really did not want to risk any more fire magic going off as they were nearing her master.

Meanwhile the DemonBeast Riktor had his wish as the Amazon woman had charged straight for him with her broadsword as he smiled and stood up as the Demonlord's arms acted on reflex and hug tightly onto the neck of the demon beast also gripping onto some of the hair which there was a lot of. As the slash was coming the DemonBeast was smiling as he brought out his own sword which was gigantic just like him as he aimed to match her slash with an equally powerful slash as he pressed down with his right foot adding more weight to his slash as the battle of titans would begin.

Meanwhile the demonlord was resting in a half-dazed sleep as he just opened his eyes every once in a while due to the heat stirring him a little bit. The Demon Beast was smiling and soon things would change as the force of these two would be unpredictable except that it was highly anticipated the ground would shake in this first attack.

'The fish are biting well today, I've caught quite the handsome fish. Wait- That came out wrong. I do not find fish attractive.' Jessibelle's internal monologue took a little bit of a weird turn. The empress twirled around Wrath a bit, the tips of her legs softly tapping against the floor. A coy little smile creeping across her face as the thought of tormenting her new plaything danced across the confines of her mind. "Sso, you're my prey thiss day, hmm?" She eyed him up and down, the black orbs that are her eyes tracing his figure. "A deccent sspeccimen, though a bit poorly dresssed." The empress dipped her head a little bit in a weak and wholly insincere bow. "It iss apleassure to meet you, though I'm not ccertain what your name iss."

As she spoke she had made sure to keep her hindquarters out of his line of sight, her rearmost legs raised up to her anterior spinnerette and began kneading at the base of it. Webbing began working its way out and onto the hairs of her legs. The web stretched outwards, extending to a fair length. With her legs having a total length of around 10 feet, she could extend this cable of web to at least that length and still have control. "You ssaid ladiess firsst, correct? Am I to asssume thosse are your exxact wordss?" She spoke as though the words danced on her tongue, her face glowed with an unhealthy cheerfulness. The webbing steadily growing from her, what she planned to do with it was yet to be seen.

But this is precisely why brought him along to a secluded corner.

Nobody could see them through the crowd.

Nobody could warn him.

To where? This spider man said some sort of secret code as he sprung upwards with surprising speed and power on the part of his little spider assistants. Re'Chrid was forced to abandon her attack early on and leaped backwards off the shell away from the menace. The shell continued on it's path to likely crash into the spider formation with a lot of force, hopefully killing many of them in the process. At least this attack wouldn't be completely in vain, then. The bad part was that her opponent was able to put his focus on Mywt for a moment, paralyzing the poor girl with fear, even when he turned away from her. The brave grasshopper was already rushing to her aid, not turning to look at the result of the shell on spider wipeout. She surged forward with a powerful push of her legs, not going that high but going quickly horizontally just above the floor. It would be hard for the spider to strike her with the canes from his current position while she was this low and she could easily have her feet hit the ground and leap someone else again before he could hit her with such an attack or, say, a kick. He was older than her and apparently less mobile, needing his spider friends to help him out earlier. As she got closer then she'd hop around his feet and slice on the two right feet at what would be an Achilles tendon on a human. Once he was further immobilized she could easily dart around at him, whittling his defenses down to nothing.

Mywt turned her attention back to "the hero" to see that he had easily cleaved her wand in two while she was standing there like an idiot. Her legs were shaking heavily now that she was trapped between a spider and someone who might end her life right then and there while she was left defenseless. Her two allies were far too preoccupied to rescue her so things looked bleak. The turtle familiar hidden inside the back portion of her outfit began to slowly stir, apparently woken up by all of the commotion now. He was, true to his animal stereotype, rather slow and lazy so even now didn't seem to be doing a whole lot back there besides get a tad antsy, perhaps. She didn't want to reveal his presence to the attackers so they wouldn't attack him was well, so she made sure to keep her back facing away from him as he moved around.

"A-alright. You w-w-w-win! What d-do you w-w-w-w-w-w-w-want with me?!" She stuttered, trying to at least buy herself some time or talk her way out of this mess if at all possible. To think she was defeated so quickly.

Liev positioned his main shield to block out most of the cold that came his way, and even a direct hit wouldn't have done too much to him underneath all that protection. As it turns out he didn't need to do too much anyways as they were left only chilled by the experience as the ice went past them. Vyrdia, wearing her revealing attire, was obviously the more effected but even then she didn't feel like admitting this, pretending that nobody would notice her shivering slightly behind Liev's backside and drawing her arms closer in to her torso until she managed to warm her body again.

"That little *%$&@!" She cursed under her breath, turning her attention over to her.

"Wait, a more immediate threat reveals itself," Liev said, causing Vyrdia to look in his direction to see two individuals here who weren't here to begin with, a muscular bearded man and a mask wearer. They were now the closest opponents.

"They look tough. I may need a hand or two," Liev continued. Vyrdia sighed before turning her guns on the masked man and shooting her first shot from the right gun to the center of the mask. Meanwhile Liev stood still, serving as a human shield while he determined the next course of action. With his low speed it would be best to react defensively rather than charge forward on the offense.

Yurzia, as he called himself, grinned as the two fires collided and dissipated. This girl was very talented be able to match his own fire with more fire, even if he wasn't at 100% yet. This grin faded when she got to the "girls like us" part of her speech. The nerve of her! Why did everyone keep making this mistake?! Wrath was just as attractive and yet he wasn't mistaken for a girl all the time! Yurzia scowled, although to his opponent it probably wasn't clear what the reason was. Speaking of Wrath, he certainly would take this attractive women up on her offer but Yurzia wasn't as interested in such things, and of course there was also many other things wrong with this plan of hers. Hmmm...he could pretend to go along with it and boil her to teach her a lesson and beat her at her own game to make it even more humiliating for her, however. He grinned again. That would be fun, actually. Nobody mistakes him for a girl and gets off scot free!

"Okay, I suppose it would be nice," he told her with an evil gleam in his eye. He could withstand the scolding far longer, of that he was certain.

Gunhildr's sword formed small cracks as their two massive weapons collided. However, it managed to remain in one piece and her muscles were able to keep pressed against him so that he couldn't force her down. Such power this man had! She wasn't technically an amazon so was familiar with men fighting and all, it was just that she hadn't met anyone other than herself strong enough to crack her sword in a single blow, man or woman. She snarled with delight. This battle would be fun, she could tell. She stepped forward and to the right with her right foot, angling her blade down and to the left so that it might slide off and hit the ground on her left side if he kept forcing it downward. With her sword underneath his she would then move in and slash at his abdomen.

Wrath smiled at the spider woman's compliments, although she did insult his manner of dress. Still, take what small victories you can was his motto. "My name is Wrath. Yes, that's my real name, but no, I'm actually quite a jolly fellow. Ah, and indeed, a beautiful lady such as yourself certainly deserves to take the first move, whatever it is that you desire. Well...almost anything...." he let out a smile but otherwise didn't make any move.

Randy scooped up his uzi by now and aimed it at "the hero" and the spider man, shooting a burst of gunfire that went over the young girl's head, and of course the grasshopper's as well, and would still potentially hit the two targets.

The Hero and the Witch

The little witch was giving him her divided attention as he looked down on her as if better than her in so many ways. He kept looking at her as he looked down as he mumbled something before a circle of light rose up around both of them as he then looked to the side, not even interested in her anymore as he spoke. "We should be safe inside this circle while you decide, I would like to let you live since beating a weak little girl just seems stupid." This circle had a strange glow and energy to it as he was worried about the aura he could now clearly feel.

She admitted defeat rather quickly and asked a question that was either stalling for time or something she came up with during panic. He was telling her to retreat, but he trapped her within a holy circle with him. What he said and did seemed to not match up, but the truth was when dealing with witches you could never be too careful. He then began explaining his abilities which was stupid, but he was bored and almost no one understood his abilities cause the only ones skilled enough were other heroes, or the demon lord. He did not want to acknowledge that the demon beast also understood it since it annoyed him and the elf had a vague understanding due to her mastery of magic.

"I can use Holy Power just like all heroes so look at this", he shows her a light circle on his palm similar to the one they were in. "You see this circle keeps us trapped in here, and also keeps us safe from most things on the outside, but if you can not hide ill intentions and I were to activate it", he had a pebble in his palm which only became visible when he held it closer to her. "Holy Awe", as the circle lit up bright white the pebble disintegrated, "As long as you not going to fight me you should be safe, and as long as you alive too since this is made to kill dead stuff, not that a little girl like you knows about that, even if you are a witch"

Truth is he was just showing off, he did not really want her to run away he wanted to play with her then let her go later if he feels like it.

Battle of Mages

The elf Shi-anna did not understand why there was such a grin on her opponent's face. When she said girl the mage got some upset expression on her face, she thought about it for a moment as she was confused. She sighed as she rubbed her head a bit before replying to such a quick response. "Are you stupid, if I made water and you turned it into a spa it would get hot. Right now I can not let that happen and thanks for taking a while to listen to me." As she stood there the air was a lot cooler as a mist was surrounding the area.

"I can not afford to get sweaty and a spa defeats that purpose, you would not happen to be inherently stupid by any chance. This is why I hate teenage girls they too busy thinking of baths in battle. Know your place you pathetic human" She raised her hand up as a staff formed as the air around her was even thicker. She was in a hurry to get done, since she wanted some time to check out the latest catalogue of clothing she brought along with her.

The Strongest

He watched her technique as he wanted to smile, but he knew things would not be fun anymore as the moment he saw the light around the hero it was clear. Followed by Shi-anna preparing one of her best spells, which was a clear sign that it had begun. He watched as she angled her blade as it dropped to her side she slashed for his abdomen however the blade had a good speed, a brilliant swing but it got stuck in his flesh as her armor and sword felt light like a feather. Whether the woman would have enough skill to respond to what happened next was unclear, but as the demon beast would swing his blade upwards swiftly due to the light weight before bringing it down a lot faster than what it was as the blade was ten times heavier as well as the woman's armor being ten times heavier as his blade would come down on her. Would she have the strength to escape as a normal hit from this monster was enough to destroy a village, this hit was strong enough to take out ten villages as the boy on his back finally spoke as it would only be clear after the smoke of his strike and the crater formed could tell if the woman survived or not.

"It's too hot Rik, I am going to kill that woman over" as he could no longer feel the heat he began to speak to Rik, "Where did that fire girl go?". The Demon Lord a master of space time and gravity, he is the strongest and he is also now a bit hungry and irritated by his ruined nap

The speeding turtle shell indeed crashed into the blob of spiders that were left in Obadiah’s wake, sending them scattering in all directions, like pulp flying from a crushed watermelon. No matter though, there is no short supply of spiders in Spiderspace.

The grasshopper was fast and tiny, but Obadiah’s many beady eyes managed to lock onto her anyways. He would be a scrub of a swordsman and a scrub of a spider to lose sight of his foe so easily. But attacking something so small and fast was difficult even for him, and missing would leave him open to a counter-attack. For now, he opted on a defensive manoeuvre. He slammed one of his canes down on the ground, aiming for the grasshopper but not particularly expecting to hit her, and jumped, using his momentum and the leverage of his cane to transition into a somersault, leaving Re'Chrid to fruitlessly charge into the empty space where his feet used to be.

He landed eight feet from where he took off and immediately turned to face Re'Chrid again. “I ain’t some feeble old man, you kn-” he said, before being interrupted by another burst of bullets that knocked his hat off again as well as landing a few glancing hits on his shoulder and upper arm, cracking the carapace. He stumbled a step back in surprise as he turned to face the offender, his bulbous eyes narrowing as if to say shit just got real.

Evidently, this gangster kid took precedence. Without further chattering for once, he took off sprinting in Randy and Trainer’s direction, going much faster than one might expect from his appearance. He charged in a curved path to end up at their flank instead of going straight for them, in order to make himself a harder target for Randy’s gun. If not interrupted, he would launch into a top-like spinning attack, rotating rapidly around his axis with his two canes pointed outward as he continued forward, in order to whack anyone who found themselves in his path.

The Scientist and The Assassin:
"A more immediate threat? That's all you have to say?" Honestly, LeeRoy would have been a little upset. If the ones who had noticed him looked even a little intimidating. As it stands, LeeRoy is agitated by the simplicity of their notice of him. LeeRoy raised his hand a bit, aiming his Vacuum lance at the one who noticed him, placing his finger on the trigger. "Well, since I guess I'm here to kill you, I suppose I will. If you would kindly hold still, I can end this quickly." Without blinking, LeeRoy pulled the trigger. Releasing a hyper compressed sphere of air from the end of the lance.

In the meantime, a bullet left the chamber of the gun. Shin saw every small particulate explode from the barrel as it shot outwards. Watching guns fire was always a charming experience. The bullet tore through the air and struck the mask dead center. Shin's neck stiffened as the bullet's force pushed against his head. The bullet itself shattered into the mask and left a large dent and pile of debris implanted in the center. Shin didn't vocalize any sort of disdain for being shot in the face, bullets hitting him in the face is a very common thing, if the dents dotting his mask are to be believed. The assassin tilted his wrist a bit and pointed the tip of his staff at Vyrdia's chest. Like a cannonball from a cannon, the staff exploded forward and rounded itself into the size and shape of a fist. "My turn."

The Spider and The Fly:
Meanwhile, Jessibelle and Wrath squared off in their own private little corner away from the pack. Jessibelle quietly weaved her death trap behind her back while Wrath seemed to pat himself on the back for a small victory. Possibly the compliment? Yes. Most likely the compliment. Break down the confident with stabbing insults. "You ssaid ladies firsst, but you haven't yet sstruck out yet? Hmm. Sseems you can't make up your mind." The spider teased more webbing out, gripping at its edges with the hairs at the end of her legs.

Her legs pulled the webbing apart until it formed a thin mesh between her leg-ends. Covertly sliding the mesh from her back legs to the next pair, and the next and the next. Until it was just behind her front legs, the only thing really concealing the web from her opponent now is the shadow cast by her body. Jessibelle put more weight on her back legs and prepared to rear backwards, should Wrath choose to attack. "You ssaid Ladiess first! Sso go already!" The empress's tone took a cruel turn, from compliments to harsh jeering comments.

MYWT

"W-what do you want with me?" Mywt stuttered, afraid of the evil plans someone of Big Bad might have in store for her now that she was in his clutches. Otherwise she just stood there fidgeting as she awaited for his response. It was clear that she couldn't get any outside help now that the barrier was up because it deflected the hail of bullets that was meant for the man. She couldn't use her magic anymore so the best she could hope to do was just comply with him long enough for her situation to change.

YURZIA

Eh? Was she making a fool of him while he thought that he had the upper hand in such matters? Curses, and she was still calling him a female! This couldn't get any worse! He'd have to make sure she suffers gravely for this outrage. It was time to stop messing around with confusing trickery and just get to crushing her outright. He never could get the hang of subterfuge, after all.

He grabbed onto the edge of his cloak and yanked it off of his body in one fluid motion, revealing his slim form, which could still be mistaken as female (a girl would kill for his physique), clothed in a sleeveless black top and black shorts. However, more importantly was revealed to be a fluffy orange tail about as long as his forearm and hand, as well as a set of what looked like fox ears tucked into his maroon hair. The tail and ears twitched around in an agitated manner to match his expression.

"I'm no human, I'm not stupid, and I'm no girl!" he snarled, his tail delivering a dramatic flick to emphasize his points. Glowing embers showered his ears and fail, making them appear to be caught on fire, although not quite. "Although my human name goes by Yurzia, I'm of the legendary Kitsu-clan!" He stamped his foot, which now had slightly clawed nails along with his fingernails. His eyes glittered as well. "We're far more powerful than any elf at fire magic!" There was a grain of truth to this statement; the Kitsu were more powerful with fire magic on average and Yurzia was likely more powerful than this elf girl in particular now that he had unleashed his full power. Hopefully he wouldn't burn himself out before he could win. He believed he'd be able to do so.

Letting out a battle cry, he created a fireball in both palms, far more powerful then they were before, and launched them at her, homing in on her position. Once they hit something they would explode with the force of a grenade. As they were in the air he extended thin blades of fire from his fingertips to ready his next attack.

GUNHILDYR

Gunhildyr was surprise that, with all of her strength, her blade only managed to get stuck in his flesh. That had been a near perfect strike, and yet this was all she could do?! She was clearly outmatched by this opponent, maybe not in skill or willpower but by physical limitations. That was frustrating to her. She was able to outmatch most of the men from where she came from, being one of the best warriors of either gender so finding someone of this caliber was surprising. As he raised his blade to retaliate, she knew she couldn't retrieve her blade in time so quickly retreated backwards in time to avoid the massive crater that was created upon his downward strike. This was in her favor, allowing her to equip herself of her bow and notch an arrow before the smoke began to clear enough to get a visual. Right when she was able to see one of his eyes through the smoke she let loose towards it, then drew another arrow. She wouldn't give up so easily.

RE'CHRID

The brave grasshopper warrior indeed managed to dodge his cane strike, although she couldn't make another leap at him by the time he managed to escape out of her range. She was about to give chase when he made his way to Randy and Trainer. They could probably handle themselves. Instead she turned her attention back to poor Mywt, pondering how to get in there and save her.

RANDY and TRAINER

Randy kept firing at the approaching spider, running out of ammo in his latest clip once his enemy had gotten within 10 feet of him. He figured that he wouldn't have time to reload so tossed it to the side and darted behind Trainer, who raised both gauntlets up to go against the whirling tornado of canes. He wasn't programmed for fear so was confident that he could stop this monster from getting to his allies. If he managed to get the tornado movement to stop then he'd try to grab hold of his body to keep him firmly rooted into place.

Randy, meanwhile, got out his pistol, which was already loaded, and waited for his chance to shoot spider in the head once Trainer got him to stop well enough.

LIEV and VYRDIA

Hold still? Liev wasn't really one to dodge well anyways so he had to comply with the order by the time the attack came in. The ball of air collided with his massive shield, which absorbed most of the damage although did dent it inward and push even his heavy body back a couple of inches. He began a slow stampede towards LeeRoy in an effort to body blow him to the ground like a football player on steroids. Even at slower speeds then they could travel he had a lot more mass at his disposal.

Luckily, quite unlike Liev, Vyrdia specialized in speed or else she would have been toast. She nimbly leapt to the right just in time for the fist to miss her by inches. With her right pistol she let loose some shots towards his hand holding the staff while her left pistol turned it's aim towards LeeRoy, who was perhaps expecting to only fight Liev. Not that she cared for Liev, but if she could help out her teammate in killing this guy then he'd be a good ally again the Mask over here. Her bullets were fired towards vital positions in his head and chest.

WRATH

"Oh, my dear, I am but a lowly masochist who has been caught in your web of beauty," Wrath replied, clearly not upset by her mocking. Ironic for him to mention caught in webs because he was still unaware of what she was up to back there. Hopefully this wouldn't come back to bite him...and hopefully that wouldn't be literal as well! "I'm not like my dear friend Yurzia," in reference to being called a lady and a tad about falling for these taunts. "But I'll still take the lead if you insist."

He fired off the anchor towards the center of her mass to give her the hardest time to dodge it completely. Despite being large and sturdy, getting hit by this would surely do some damage. It also prepared his next attack. From within the anchor, which was actually hollowed out, the water heeded his call by subtle finger movements and trickled out of various holes, forming into dagger-like whips to lash out at her legs if she tried to retreat or not. Water couldn't be trapped in webs, so she'd be in for a fight to manage to get to Wrath directly.

VLUT HING SULAT

The floating land puffer fish saw that everyone was now pretty much preoccupied so took this time to spring out of cover and puff up like a balloon, sailing over the crowd of friend of foe alike. Now was finally his moment to shine! Setting his sights on a massive guy with a kid on his back, he opened fire on it with a swarm of small poison needles.

Riku stood up on a ledge staring down at the fight analyzing it everyone seemed busy except for a lone grasshopper warrior who seemed to be thinking of a plan. Riku grinned and leaped from the ledge and landed a few feet behind the warrior "I can't have you turning the tables in your favor now can I..." Riku said as summoned his scythe and attempted to hit the warrior with it. Unleashing swing after swing in high hopes catching the warrior off guard would work to his advantage.