@thewizardguy

The dark one sniffed the air, and on it he can smell it...

Cosmos, he could smell his stink on Genocide. Readying his blade, the Dark One moved towards Genocide, anger pumping though it. He would ram this blade though Genocide's heart, given the chance. A vengeance, befitting a monster, avenging his friend. With a screech to make ears bleed, it rushes, swiftly, blade ready, the stab aimed to go into Genocide's heart...and though it.

The bloodseeker held his sacrificial blade under Genocide's chin and growled at him low and long. Feathers wavered over tense muscle as he stood poised, reading the extent of Genocide's wounds. Like an animal judging its prey, he said nothing in reply. In mere moments, Strygwyr would decide what to do with Genocide's neck.

A screech sounded behind him and Strygwyr dodged aside. The dark one had clearly made up its mind and was charging forward sword first. Just then, only a few feet away from Genocide the sword took on a bright glow and froze in mid air. The attack was stopped, and no matter how many times the dark one may have tried to swing it, it would simply get stuck in the air against Genocide. The sword would not allow itself to be used against a surrendered opponent.

((Well, since my "me" char hasn't been doing much in the swamp...))

"Allow me." I say as I draw both katanas and bring them to either side of genocide's neck "any last words?" I ask

A knock sounded on the door, but there was no answer. A creeking sounded as it swung open, slowly. This vampire didn't need an invitation.

Mithias walked a few steps inside the house, his boots hard on the wood floor as he casually wandered in. "Bug? Are you home? Eruka?" The place wasn't fixed up yet, so not much time could have passed since he and Bug were just there. Mithias was beginning to wonder what had happened to Bug's mom. She probably went after them all, god knows how long ago.

Making sure to fully investigate, Mithias went upstairs. There was Drac, passed out on a chair. Oh good. He was alive... erm, I think. "Hello Drac." The vampire said cautiously from the door. He really didn't want Drac to attack or explode or something if he was awakened abruptly. "Are you sleeping?" He got closer to see if the old man was breathing.

The mechanical voice rumbles from beneath the ground, slightly distorted by the wear on the microphones used.

[I believe you may be in need of assistance. Your presence has restarted the-]

With a sudden screech, the speech cuts off, only to be replaced by a constant and monotonous beep. A sudden sensation of isolation tells those gathered there that their dimensional travel capabilities had been cut off. Barely visible at the horizon, a slight distortion can be seen - a telltale signal of Ygdrassil's Shields. After a moment of silence, a nearby panel the size of a football field slowly moves upwards and sideways, throwing off clumps of dirt and uprooting plantlife as it does so. A group of small reptilian creatures scurries off through the grass, spooked by the sudden noise.

The newly created opening leads to one of Ygdrassil's Drone Hangars, a massive construct designed to hold almost 2.000 Combat Drones. Androids with immense strength and speed, capable of creating and manipulating plasma to form blades or projectiles. Combined with their personal shield generators, they formed formidable opponents, and when they had been operational almost no force in the Multiverse could stand up to their combined might. The total number of drones on Ygdrassil at this point in time was quite probably around 2.000.000.000. Of course, most of them had succumbed to the same rapid aging that had apparently struck the rest of the vast space station. Thick plants could be seen entangling almost all of them, roots digging through the Alloy plates.

Deep down below, a metallic crash can be heard echoing upwards, as if beckoning those present to come down.

@thewizardguy

As the battle within hell raged, several battles of interest took place...

5's plan was quite well tuned, extremely crafty...all around, well made. But he, or It, rather, made one fatal mistake. One error, in judgement which it could not of easily known.

It chose the wrong face to copy.

As Ozzy began to shift focus, 5 would find Leeroy walking towards him, twirling his staff, ready for combat. Ozzy began to sprint over to the treant, before his attention is drawn away by the sound of a loud screech.

Eruka's. She lets out a howl, a screech, to disorient the girl before her, and Lisa. As she does, Lisa shoots forwards, a jet like propulsion. Ozzy sees his family in danger, and in his frenzied state, he charges, drawing two demonic blades, as he intends to rip into the void walker.

Bahamut clashed swords with the insane bounty hunter, and it was first seen as his battle to win, the bounty hunter being forced back constantly due to each blow. Suddenly, as their swords clashed again, a small black pellet flung from the man's sleeve, unleashing a large black puff of smoke. When it settled, the bounty hunter was gone, or so it seemed...until he burst from under the ground, intending to sever the right arm of the dragon samurai before him.
"Surprise, mother fucker!" He yells, as his blade would of connected, if no dodging took place.

Clayman saw the fear inside of Cosmos, and he grinned. He knew he had the upper hand, but he had a bigger fish to fry. "Oi, you. Magic man. I'll leave you be for now, I've got another person in mind for a smashing. I'll kill you later...." He says, before turning towards the direction of 5, and seeming to mold into a wheel, spinning towards the foe.

*@Wraithblade6

The dark one screeched as he fruitlessly tried to swing the blade.

"EVIL! FOUL! MONSTER!" It roared, obviously not overly happy with genocide not being in many itty bitty bits. Soon, however, from the woodlands around them, outstepped the huge man from before. He looked over at the gathering of fellows there, before he looked at genocide.

@thewizardguy

"...You, you there. You have the stink of a deamon born on you...." Logar growls, as he leaned forwards slightly, to get a better look at the man. Genocide would notice something, if he was able...Logar, he was not from this place. No...he was from another, all together....

@kishin asura

Kerrigan was already on the move, leaping from the back of the building she was just in, and heading off into the building behind that, and if there was a lack of one, into the nearest vantage point.

"...3....2........1." Kerrigan counted down, waiting for the underdog to step into the building....

BOOM!

A flurry of explosions ripped into the building, leading to it toppling on top of the under dog.

One could say, the underdog was....put under, for good....

Not really. Kerrigan moved to collect the severed limb, and leave her quarry for dead...if he is, or not, that's up to fate....

@supertinyking

If the underdog was alive, he hid it well, as he didn't move an inch as kerrigan approached. He seemed dead, and chances are he was dead, but even then...

@supertinyking
The Voidwalker's eye seemed to fragment, a series of tiny purple plates covering it's surface. A series of portals, linked to seperate angles through which the Voidwalker could see her opponents, as well as their movement. An awareness of the field of battle, through which she would support her allies and weaken her enemies. After all, it was in the art of manipulating the battlefield that her power would truly shine.

Even as Lisa rushed forward, she found a portal opening in front of her. Had it merely been a portal, it would have been easy to dodge. However, what appeared to be a wheel made of mud crashed through it at high speed, smashing into Lisa. Normally, the flames that made up her form would simply have moved aside from the kinetic force of the blow, but the Mudman's magic-nullifying capabilities made him an excellent projectile, preventing her from releasing her physical form as she was thrown backwards. The mudman, attempting to stand once more, instantly dropped out of sight as a portal opened beneath his feet.

The Mudman appeared some distance in the air, only to be transported once more. Gravity accelerating him as he remained in the air, never touching the portal to break it, only moving through the middle. The Voidwalker seemed to twitch, observing the entire battlefield at once, as she made her next tactical decision, supporting her allies from afar. Even as Ozzy's blades rushed towards her face at immense speed, they seemed to strike nothing but air. The Voidwalker had already moved to a different location, teleporting away mere inches from death.

Cosmos stopped flying, as he gathered his wits once more. His enemy had been moved away, the threat to him had faded. The being that had mere moments ago seemed to threaten his very existence was now nothing more than a playtoy for the Voidwalker. She was doing her job, as she always did - loyal little bitch. But he would need to do his part. Once more, he concentrated on the layers of enchantment layered into the ground, and resumed his quiet casting. From the beginning, his only real job had been to dismantel the base structure of this dimension - as if that was such an easy task - and provide 5 with the power it needed.

Freed from interruptions, the Archmage looked down upon the sigils so plainly visible to him, carved into the very fabric of reality. A spell intertwined with the magic of creation, but not indistinguishable from it. And as he moved his hands, the figures moved, shifting, even the slightest alteration shattering their meaning.

The air seemed to change, the very atmosphere seemed to shift. Ozzy felt his power fading, as the boost provided by his realm began to be drawn away from him. Soon, he would be at base strength. And then, no doubt, the full buff would be channelled into 5. With control over all the souls in Ozzy's Realm, the Collector of Souls would become an unstoppable force.

Flames flashed past, blades sliced through air and flesh as two figures shot past one another. With a soft thump, the severed arm dropped to the ground. Blood spurted from the remaining stump, as Bahamut staggered backwards, screaming in pain from the sudden attack. But then, after only a few seconds, the bleeding stopped. The arm seemed to spasm on the ground, still grasping the blade. And yet, the Bounty Hunter found himself stepping backwards. Not from any physical threat, but rather the sheer wave of killing intent that was seeping into the air, an air of authority, a glance that could kill.

"You... you would dare mar me? To leave such a scar upon ME?" The hordes of dragons in the sky twist and turn, flowing towards Bahamut, who is growing continuously hotter. "You would dare stand before me, and proclaim yourself a warrior? To proclaim yourself to be on equal footing with ME? You maggot! I will crush you!" Hundreds of dragons flow down, dissolving in the air. Liquid flame pours around him, covering the figure of Bahamut, flowing into his mout, eyes and nostrils. His mask shatters, as his armour is reformed around him. A new arm forms, covered in bright red and gold scales to match the armour. And the very ground starts melting from Bahamut's presence, the Bounty Hunter's clothes catching fire from proximity.

The face revealed was a familiar one, or it would have been had the Bounty Hunter been around for longer.

Holding up the new limb, the Dragon Emperor smiles. "I will crush you into dust."

"Tch. Those weapons won't kill me. Of course, I had planned for this."

Genocide looks Kishin in the eye, unblinking, unfaltering. There was no fear in his eyes or appearance, despite the mortality he had displayed up until this point. And deep in those eyes, a hidden source of power could be seen.

"It seems you've got my boss tied up. But he's late on my paycheck, you see, so I can't allow you to keep him."

The plants were dying. It felt strangely natural, watching the tiny plants of the swamp shrivel up and die, watching the great tress grow old before their very eyes. Dead fish float to the surface, Already decaying, before they once more sink. It was suffocating, it was immense, the aura that now dropped into this swamp. This absolute darkness, this absolute evil that now seeped through these waters, sucking the life out of the very planet.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alucard, Lord of the Omegans."

The figure in question had the appearance of a demon. It was tall, with skin black as Obsidian, two large batlike wings extending from it's back. Two surprisingly human eyes adorned it's face, irises blood red. It's hair was a chrome white, contrasting sharply with the rest of it's body, as it stood there in the swamp. But it was far more than a demon. Greater in power even than an Omegan, with it's mere presence it brought death. All those present instantly realized that this being was not to be fucked with.

"Not that it matters. You'll all be dead soon."

My rage has subsided...

Ignore, I got pissed off

@thewizardguy

((This is LONG overdue. You have my most sincere apologies! To make things easier, here's the edited version of my most recent post on this thread))

The young warrior eyes the figure warily, quickly glancing around to get a feel for the room he's now in. "This must be that "new work" of hers...if it's just a carbon copy of him, then I might stand a chance...only one way to find out." Ventus says to himself as he gets into a stance, preparing himself for if and when the Michael lookalike makes a move.

Not long after Ven contemplated a plan on how to deal with him, the clone picks itself up from the floor, wobbling slightly due to his dulled senses and only just now taking hiss first steps. However, as soon as he spots Ventus, he begins to crack up, an evil chuckle slowly turning into maniacal laughter. The next thing the young warrior knows, the barren clone is enveloped by a dark aura, one that is all too familiar to him. "In the name of Grima...I'll destroy you!" With that being said, he forms an almost exact replica of Ven's keyblade, except it's colored as black as his aura. Soon enough, the two begin to fight, the clanging of blades echoing throughout the room.

@kishin asura

The underdog would be spared, if he was still breathing, for Kerrigan leaves without another word. Let within the rubble of the building, mayhap someone would find him. In fact, someone did. A woman, her body glowing with a light which felt pleasant to the underdog. As she lifted him from the rubble, and carried him off to the nearest hospital, the bleeding from his wounds ceased, and his pain left him. As she lay him before the doors of the hospital, she already began to fade. Was it an angel? Was it something more? He would learn, later...

@thewizardguy

The fight within hell itself raged, something happened. Ozzy was shocked by the sudden flair of fire, and he looked over at the man before the bounty hunter, who was scrambling backwards, his form shifting to a scrawny hooded man, which allowed him to avoid catching fire. Ozzy had heard of this man...as Ozzy pulled out his phone, he seemed to loose focus on all else, as he dialed a number.

"..Dad?" He asked.

@Wraithblade6

Mithias may be jolted as he heard Ozzy's voice come across the coms network, and Drac would suddenly jolt up.
"Ozzy? Yes, I'm here." He says. These next words would spell what would happen.

"...The man who gave you that talisman, that emperor...he's here." Ozzy's voice said, a hint of fear within his voice. As these words entered into Drac's ears, he stood, slowly. Mithias could see something within Drac stir, writhe, and worm its way inside of his soul. True, pure, and un-barred rage. Letting out a roar fitting a monster of legend, Drac's hand ripped into the air as a portal was torn, not formed, in the fabric of the world he had created. In hell, something similar happened, the Arch mage's tampering weakening the fabric of the place, a weave slowly going fray. As Drac stomped though, those in hell could see something worrying. Something which would cause those there to, for a moment flinch.

Not only had Drac returned, but he looked like a demon. His eyes glowing red, like dying suns, and his mouth letting out a constant red mist, as if his body was trying to funnel out the sheer anger he was feeling. Ozzy, Lisa, and Eruka (who had to be dragged) fell back, into a deep cave, behind Ozzy's throne. Clayman, Leeroy, and the bounty hunter stood their ground, but they showed fear. Drac looked across the fields of hell, until his eyes locked on to the Dragon Emperor...and like a bolt of crimson lighting, Drac flew towards the emperor, roaring like a animal. With his apperent quarry being tackled by another, the bounty hunter quickly shifted targets to the girl floating about, the one who was purple, he began to move forwards, no weapons in his hands, as he approched her. Clayman saw that Leeroy had 5, at least for now, and that the Arch mage was the only one without a foe, at least for now. He began his attack once again, but did so with extreme caution, lest another portal open beneath him.

Mithias crossed his arms and scoffed. Drac didn't even see him, didn't even react to him, yet out of an apparent COMA the voice of another one of his adopted children could wake him and summon him to open some hell-portal.

Mithias watched in irritation as Drac roared and reached up to make a fiery portal and begin to climb through. He said to himself, shaking his head disapprovingly, "I swear to Bob... THIS FAMILY!!" MMithias gestured in disbelief and watched Drac's legs get sucked up into the portal.

Manifesting his sword, Mithias stuck it through the portal to keep it open. The effing hell... he was following.

@Akihisa Yoshii

Minx smiled, as she headed back to her ship, but for a moment she froze...

"....Clarent....I'm sorry..." She says, before continuing to walk. She ventures onto her ship, and places Clarent in the co-pilot seat, as if he was a person, before driving off. She parks the ship in low orbit, and begins to meditate, and the darkness begins to flow around, and though her...Clarent could see this. He could feel it.

So apparently it was mayhem in hell. Mithias appeared shortly behind Drac and tried to figure out what was going on. He glanced behind him and saw some familiar faces in a cave behind a throne. He raised an eyebrow and turned back to the front where Drac was charging in a bolt of red lightning toward... how many emperors were there??

@supertinyking

"Why are you apologizing? Master has done no wrong." The sword answers evenly, almost chipper. He is intrigued by the darkness surrounding him, the feeling around him of the blackness. Other than that, he thought of nothing. Creed was lost from his thoughts. His master had been replaced.

@Akihisa Yoshii

"It was all my fault..if I had killed that stone bastard sooner...if I had destroyed 5 when I could of...." She starts, and she begins to sob...and the darkness moves around her, similar to how a little girl may cover herself with a blanket when upset. She pulled Clarent over to her, and held him, as if hugging him. "I'm sorry, Clarent. It's all my fault...." She sobs, as she begins to cry, and the darkness stirs more.