"I don't take orders from anyone, graveyardstuffer!""

Alton looked over his shoulder to see the black wolf, who was looking significantly more sinister now, flying towards him and Alexander, weilding a motherf***ing sword. Before Alton had time to process what was going on, Jacket decided to take charge, pushing Alton into the backseat. In one fluid motion, he turned around, raised the bat over his head and lobbed it directly at the black beast. As the bat flew, spinning through the air, he charged at the beast, intent on finishing it off.

If anyone were to look at Alton at this point, they would notice something...wrong...with him. His eyes are completely in shadow, his hands are gripped tight, his entire body is tense. His gaze is focused and actions determined. There is an agressive air about him, like a wolf hunting a rabbit. In this state, it is abundantly clear there is one thing, and one thing only, that he intends to do.

Kill.

As Cirka flew full force at the evil doer in front of him, he chanced a glance at the wizard to make sure he was fully per occupied. He looked at just the right time, it seemed, as a text bubble popped up over the mage's head. Though, for some reason, he couldn't read as fast as usual, and attempting to do so got him hit with a beam of energy. It didn't particularly hurt though, probably because he had gotten hit with so many similar projectiles before. Or, he meant, Cirno had, obviously.

For some reason, he actually stopped and read the bubble, before it disappeared. 'Let's talk about this.' Hm. Was he not aware of Jack's evil powers? Or was this actually Jack at all? Most of the carpacians looked kinda similar, and he had never seen one up this close before... Hell, it could've been the Mayor, with the ring on! Cirka decided not to attack either of them anymore. They were probably good people.

A shot rang through the nonexistent air, and some douche spoke up. "Alright, Whatever bullshit's started between you dorks over here-" He paused for a second and aimed the revolver at Cirka and his two new friends. "-you can knock it off. Else I might go ahead and knock you off."

Cirka took a good look up and down of the man. Yeah, he was familiar... Nero, was his name, Cirka thought. Being his usual asshole self. Except when it was directed at Cirka it was a lot less funny. Mayor/Jack/Carapace/Whatever apparently agreed, as he charged the quarter-demon. Cirka shrugged and followed. Someone here had to be beat, probably, so why couldn't it be the one making the threats? A man in a chicken mask tried to calm Jack down, but as soon as Jack insulted him, the chicken man threw a baseball bat it him. Cirka was confident that Jack could handle chicken man even without the ring, so Cirka broke the ice block on his hand and grabbed his sword. Re-armed, the fae threw himself at another enemy, this time the demon hunter, hoping not to disturb the fight between the human and the carapace.

Alexander nearly did a double take when he observed the guy in a club jacket and chicken mask walk up in front of him, baseball bat at his shoulder, to try and diffuse the situation. But that reaction was mostly to make sure that the chicken head wasn't actually real. After that, Alexander donned a classic demon hunter's smile and retorted, "Like you're one to talk, chicken-face. Aren't you the guy from that violent drug trip game- ...Hotline Miami?"

Whatever reply was in store, it was quickly cut off by the dragon-thing-whatever rearing back and yelling, "I don't take orders from anyone, graveyardstuffer!" before ripping a sword out of his abdomen and charging at Alexander and Jacket with it. The guy in the chicken mask suddenly seemed to channel the fact that he was from Hotline Miami, hurling the baseball back at the charging dragon and performing his own rush to tackle the thing.

Meanwhile, the ice fairy, having recovered from some beam attack, took a second glance at Nero's form and then charged him, wielding a sword of his own like the abomination was. With mask-face handling that thing, Alexander turned his attention (and his magnum) to the flying ice-person.

"And we have our first volunteer-!" Alexander (Nero?) announced mockingly at the fairy boy, letting lose another pair of shots from the Blue Rose. Expecting the blow to stop or slow his foe in his tracks, the demon hunter quickly threw his right hand to the Red Queen, causing a engine's rev when he twisted the hilt - in the following moment, Alexander lunged forth, unclipped his sword and twisted his body into a spin, unleashing a large sweeping slash that glowed with hot energy.

Cia continued to watch the chaos. Cia actually didn't like violence that was why she normally stuck to the cute games like Kirby in the past. It started to seem like everyone was being pulled into it, and trying to stop it only made it worse. Cia looked over at the Link girl hoping she might have an idea of how to stop it all. This fighting didn't seem to have a meaning to it now other than to just fight, it was just a pointless fight and it would solve nothing.

Then and idea came into Cia's mind. Maybe she could inhale the weapons towards her, though there wasn't a guarantee she wouldn't suck them up in the mean time. Of course maybe that was for a best. And she could spit out the weapons later anyways. Cia looked towards the female link before, "Can you back me up? I'm gonna try to suck up their weapons maybe I can get them to stop fighting if they don't have any weapons. Oh, and I'm Cia by the way!" Cia ran towards the chaos and opened her mouth as big as she could and started to inhale as hard as she could hoping to suck up the weapons at least and place them into the pocket dimension that is her stomach currently.

"Wait, how?!"

Her question almost certainly didn't come out anywhere near as loudly as she was hoping it would, as she found herself watching as Kirby... no, as Cia ran off toward the action. Unfortunately, she was still clueless. What could she possibly do back her up?

And of course, she realized it was a silly question a second later. As she watched Cia start to inhale and the other girl order her robot to back her, it occurred to Carmen that it was extremely unlikely that anyone had any of these abilities before waking up here. In fact, it was obvious they hadn't.

So that meant she had Link's powers. Whatever those were. She supposed he used a lot of different items throughout the Zelda series. And she already knew she was carrying at least a couple of those. That could be something. She felt for the scabbard on her back and ran her hand along to the top. She found the hilt of a sword, grabbed it, pulled it out, held it in front of her, and was stuck staring at it. The Master Sword. Like, for real. This stupid grin wasn't leaving her face anytime soon.

"This is so cool..."

When Dan Nior saw the bat flying at him, he incentively extended his tentacles in order to grab it. Now wielding two weapons he was ready to give Chickenface a lesson about not throwing your only weapon. "Throwing a melee weapon. Smart move there!" Of course it would have been better if he stopped the bat's owner or at leas flew higher, because as soon as he was done making fun of his tactical genius the guy ran straight into him.

Chickenface might be an idiot with terrible choice in headwear but he had guts. If he was smarter and had more style Dan might offer him a spot in the new gang he was planning to form, but oh well. The guy had made a mistake and now he was going to learn a lesson in the form of his own bat bashing his head in.

With Jacket in control of the body and Alton shifted into the back of the mind, there was no way he would back down from this fight. The fact that his bat was now being used against him was of little concern to him. After all, he had the best weapons in the world at his disposal. His fi-"You are seriously thinking of punching this thing in the face?" Alton said, trying to insert whatever reason he could back into his body. Jacket responded by filling his mind with a deafening screech, to try to force Alton back down. The only thing that mattered is killing that thing.

Alton pushed back. "You are going to get us killed! Give me control shithead!" Their mind was once again filled with animalistic screeching, accompanied by an image of the beast's angered face taking up their entire vision, drowning out Alton's voice.

Alton responded with a screech of his own, as loud as his mind would allow, infused with all the stress and anger that he had built up since coming to this fucking place. A primal, brutal screech that in the real world he wouldn't dare let loose in a soundproof room. But for this fucker, "this mother-fucking bastard who thinks he can push me out of my own mind, I don't give two shits about what you think about me!"

This got Jacket's attention. For a moment, as his claim to the body was challenged, his resolve faltered, his grip slackened, the shadows in his eyes cleared, and unfortunately, he failed to react in time to a very imminent attack.

|| Niolin ||

Kirby, that pink puff ball that was able to suck away my sadness...odd wasn't it? Memories are reversing, slowly I figure out who I am and what I was before I was here. The last thing I remember as Kirby. Odd, odd it was but I don't have time to question the memories flowing within my mind. I had to stop the fight, it was getting worse and someone may lose there life in the process, even if I did die the light within my body could possibly revive me..." Loading. " The Voice said, it's mono toned voice repeating loading constantly within my perplexed mind as I look at the center of the group. Like a computer,I calculate the void around me and see if I am able to boost myself... " Complete. " The Voice said, strips of hologramic-code slithered upon my back until it had reached the conveniently placed metal part's of the back part of my armor. Slowly wings were formed, code's running down the block's of hologram as I was lifted into the air, being carried by the wing's. I flew about thirty feet over the group.

Soon I was able to detect outline's of there body-formations, some were farther away from the group and some where close to the target of my strike. " Setting, Activating. " The Voice said, heat lightly heated my arm there was some solar energy within the void and was able to suck up a bit of light, strand's of glowing strings were consumed into the glowing gauntlet. The weapon or supposed weapon on my arm was unknown to my current state, hopefully memory shards would appear but...it seems most unlikely but I have to try. Locking my hand towards the target and positioning my fingers in which don't interrupt the gauntlet's process I begin forming the ball itself, warmth was being concentrated in front of my palm and I begin feeling heat clusters building the orb and then I knew I was ready. I thrust my hand forward, the orb shoot's down to a small platform that The Voice could create at this height. The ball of energy exploded as it hit the platform, it's shape deconstructing and expanding into hot smoke and spark's of fire. The whole group was covered by now, but I had to weaken them. Another cluster of solar energy formed within my hand and was forcefully shot down towards the platform, the smoke expanding it's size, the temperature within the smoke increasing. " Ready, Beginning... " I let The Voice take over, my body and my mind seemed to agree and I began to form the last orb, larger than the other two it began shaping into an arrow form, strip's of code surrounded the morphed ball..." Shoot. " The Voice commanded, and I did.

As the arrow shot and dashed away from me I had followed in with it, my coded-wings boosted me downwards towards the hologramic ground below, the arrow soon exploded on the small platform, but...it didn't actually already explode. It was compressed and had already exploded and almost in an instant heat waves had quickly dashed out of the forced bomb and ever so quickly the strip's of code that did form the arrow had quickly slithered onto my hand and began morphing a bubble around me. The smoke within the shield was expelled and I had dropped onto the shield, breathing hard I slowly stood up, smoke surrounding the whole area. After the smoke soon dissipated from my vicinity the shield came down, my helmet fading away and letting my hair drop down.

I was ready for any incoming attacks and I wasn't sure what to do, the outline's had moved...

Hayate continued to watch from a good distance away from the rest of the group, by this point he was probably the farthest from everyone whether or not he was safe was still in complete question. As he watched, a female slowly began to approach the group, He really couldn't tell what much more she was doing. He watched her intently until she began to do something. Obviously from where he was he couldn't tell what but regardless of what it was Hayate had a bad feeling about it.

It was at that point where a voice rang inside of Hayate's head. 'I'll be taking over for a bit.' the voice rang, before Hayate could react in any way control of the body had already disappeared and all Hayate could do was see what the body was seeing through the eyes.

「Mea Virga」 Negi put out his hand to the side, and in an instant a staff appeared in his hand, where it came from no one would be able to tell but it was obviously through the power of magic. Negi held the staff in his hand and began to whisper some words that Hayate could not make out as a language he knew.「Ras tel Ma Scir Magister, Flans Paries Aerialis」In that moment what seemed to be a wind like wall surrounded Negi, it took the full force of whatever the female had done obviously Negi was not harmed but right away Negi went and began chanting again.「Deflexio」This time, instead of casting a protection spell that could stop a ten ton truck, he casted a protection spell that was meant for basic protection, seeing as the third explosion was not as strong as the first two.「Phew that was a close one, ahaha made it just in time, thankfully.」Negi let out a small laugh as he pressed the bottom of his staff into the nonexistant ground.

"And we have our first volunteer-!"

Cirka quickly flicked his sword into position to block the two shots. Though the shots didn't penetrate, the fae could here the wood splinter against the force of the bullets. His grip on the blade loosened, and he slowed himself down to readjust a little. Nero took no time to begin preparing another attacking, revving his sword. Suddenly, a vortex force grabbed his blade away from him. A snap of the head revealed that it was a pink thing that had stolen his blade. He wondered why in the hell something so cute had decided to support the villain. A robot came to back it up too, so he probably wasn't getting his sword back any time soon.

"Time to make another, then..." The boy muttered, as he held his hand open. Around it formed a pretty decently sized great sword, quite long and large. It was lighter than expected though, since it was made of ice and Cirka could control the density of his new blade. "Skill Card; Ice Sickle Sword!" He called out. With his new sword, he charged his opponent with renewed vigor. But then he couldn't see shit!

Thick smoke covered the area, masking everyone's movements and making Cirka cough and wheeze. It also felt kinda hot, and for obvious reasons Cirka was not a big fan of that. More smoke filled the area after another explosion. Cirka, sensing the danger in the situation, quickly wrapped himself in a frozen cocoon for protection. It wasn't as strong as usual though, because of the heat, and the young man hoped he could survive.

The last explosion hit. Heat pounded against his shell, and he had to direct all his energy to maintaining it. It felt like the warm summer sun burning him alive. Once it subsided, the ice blew away into a blizzard, pushing away the smoke and allowing Cirka to breath in fresh not air. He breathed in and out roughly due to exhaustion, and laid down. He had pretty much forgotten about his conflict with the demon hunter not more than a minute ago. Right now, he just wanted to lie down. Forever. Ugh.

As Cia inhaled the wooden sword Cia found herself covered in light for a moment then it seemed to break away as a sword appeared in her hand and a hat much like Links on her head. She was sword kirby. "Huh, this is cool!" Cia said with a smile as she waved the sword around a bit even slashing it a few times to test it out. She had the ability to copy which was one of the best parts of being kirby. And it even seemed like she had the full range of attacks in this form not just a single one like in Smash Brothers.

However she didn't time to rest as the explosion's came. She was able to block any debree with her sword but as the last one came she was lifted off the ground and hurled towards the person who seemed to be Negi from Negima. She was surprisingly solid and as she was hurled at him. Her sword to the side though so it wouldn't hit him.

Leander was relieved when the blue-haired guy chose to stop fighting senselessly. Perhaps everyone could come to a peaceful settlement, after all. Unfortunately, that would prove to not be the case, as someone initiated another fight, and others joined in. Leander angrily shouted, "Scloopa!", his text bubble merely displaying a small variety of symbols indicating a swear word. Leander tried desperately to remember what spells he could use to break up this time of confusion and violence, but nothing he had was really meant for stopping conflict without involving killing. Run into the frey and create a stone barrier? Nah, that'd be risky, and possibly involve his own death as well. Fire a death laser? No, that's too lethal. The more Leander However, it seemed as though others had their own plans to stop fighting, as when Kirby started to suck in the others' weapons.

Leander started to go over to Kirby in the hopes of finding someone who could act peacefully. Then someone else, a girl with high tech weaponry and armor apparently, launched an attack of her own, firing an energy ball into the frey. Leander had no idea what it was, but he wasn't taking any chances. Leander summoned a single Shield element, then casted a self-shield, enveloping his body in a yellow aura that shielded him from incoming damage. The aura shield fazed out a moment later, and Leander prepared another one to shield himself from the second explosive orb. Casting the aura shield once more and boosting it to full, the blast from the second orb took out a chunk of the shield's charge, but otherwise Leander was fine.

That out of the way, Leander continued his short journey to Kirby, who was now next to someone else, who also looked like a mage. Hoping to find something useful and helpful out of them, he walked up to them and spoke in his usual mock-swedish language, which Leander had quickly realized was part of Magicka. His text bubble translated his words to, "We need to stop this senseless fighting and figure out what is going on. Also, do you have any spells that will let me speak English again?"

Once Negi was in the clear of anything else he looked up to see a small pink ball with a green cloth hat and wooden sword come flying towards him, Right away Hayate's memories clicked in Negi's mind making Negi realize it was Kirby who was flying towards him. Immediately he opened up his arms and caught her, luckily she had also moved the sword out of the way, ensuring that neither of them would end up getting hurt. Once Kirby was safely within Negi's arms, he did a quick dust off before setting Kirby down onto the floor.「Phew safe」He gave a small smile as he knelt down next to her.

At the same time Negi heard a small ping kind of noise, something unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. Looking up he noticed a wizard in red robes standing before Kirby and himself. Next to the wizard's head there was a speech bubble translating what the wizard was trying to say. Negi read it in a rather quick manner and nodded to the first part of it. As for the second part, the wizard's inquiry, Negi closed his eyes to go into a brief moment of thought. He opened his eyes and nodded his head with assurance. Since it was a basic beginner spell he did not require any activation words for it, instead it just took a few seconds to cast onto the mage in red. Negi first put his hood down and then pointed the staff in his right hand at the wizard. Within a few seconds the end of the staff lit up with a small orb of light and the mage in front of him was enclosed in a magic circle. The outer ring of the circle began to fill with various magical symbols. Then after a bright flash, Negi gave a smile to the mage.「All done, you should be able to speak the language everyone else is using.」

While he wasn't seriously hurt by the explosions, the shock was enough to bring Dan back to his senses. "I haven't lost control in years and this time it was worse than ever." Knowing himself well enough to realize that he would snap again he took the ring off. As soon as the jewelry left his finger Dan turned back into Jacks baseform, losing the wings, tentacles, jesterhat and sword but regaining his lost arm.

Now there was the question of what to do with the ring, if he just dropped it on the ground he would eventually fail to resist the urge to put it on again. He also didn't want to entrust the source of his power to any of the others because while they might be unable to use it, they could refuse to give it back if he ever needed it. So he just stared at it trying to think of something.

Through his initial shots didn't connect with the intended target, it knocked the ice-fairy's weapon loose enough for it to be sucked up by some errant cyclonic vacuum. Must've been that Kirby thing. Undeterred, Alexander revved up the Red Queen, but as he did he witnessed the Cirno-guy call upon some other magic spell and summon a large blade of ice.

Despite his attempts to interfere, Alexander found his body held in place during the meantime. Of course- this was like a fighting game, where time temporarily froze while the enemy prepared their super move. This was going to be a close call, then-! Both sides, fire and ice, charged forward for the clash... and then, all too suddenly, an explosion rocked the area and filled the world around them with thick smoke, knocking off their attacks and ruining vision.

"Augh-! Dammit!" Alexander cried out in Nero's voice, his frustration evident. It only got worse as another similar explosion pounded out, throwing Nero off-balance and filling out any gaps in the smoke. "Who in the hell is doing that...!?" Alexander cried out, mostly to himself.

And then the third blast hit, stronger than before, and Nero's body was flung back several feet as a result. His yell of anguish with only interrupted when he hit the discernible material of the void's floor, subsiding into grunts and moans of pain as he rolled and crumpled to a stop. Well, that was something else. If they were looking to stop the fight, it seemed awful like they did it. And why was Alexander fighting, anyway? He wasn't so petty as to get mad over some guys fighting against one other, right? If anything, he had learned to stay out of engaged fights between others if he could truly help it. He must've gotten caught up in Nero's personality as well...

"Ugh... alright, okay, fine," Alexander groaned out, his tone pained but more 'normal' than it was when fighting as Nero, "So maybe I deserved that. Okay, that's fine- I can deal with that. I'll admit, something came over me, but that's no excuse, right?"

Cia looked up at the negi that had caught her and put her down. "Thank you!" Cia said with a smile while waving her sword around. She noticed that the fighting had finally stopped. She took a deep breath for a moment before spitting out the sword and reverting back to normal kirby. There was no need for the sword anyways. She headed off towards the frost fairy once close enough she lifted her stubby little arm then hit him on the head with a light tap. "Bad fairy!" Cia said with a pouty face. "You shouldn't start fight people like that, it's rude!" Cia added still with the huffy look on her face. "Now, how did we get here?" Cia asked looking at him, she felt like he might no more than the others as he was up and awake first.

|| Niolon ||

It felt hard, when the shield went down there was still that heated feeling around me. Staying in it's still position and here I am standing in the middle of the void stopping a group of people instead an army of Fallen. There was still a part of me that felt sad, desperate to go home...to fight with the Guardian's and aid the Traveler. But...here I am trapped in a blank world with only a few within it. Smoke was still around me, lighter and less dense...and as I stand there with time running slow I stare at the outlines, wondering of what kind of life they actually had, wondering what kind of fun or what kind of battle they all went against...

I exhaled, coughing as the heat stayed near me. I was silent and so was The Voice, tired and confused and hopefully the group will attempt to accept the fact that I had stopped there current action's. The heated smoke began to subside...finally, I was able to see the others. Some far away from were I was and some oddly close. The Fae was lying on the ground, the white haired man was speaking though I couldn't hear him, a mage, two mage's, and some others that I may or may not have hurt. " Solar Energy...extracting. " The Voice said, jumping up in surprise as I didn't expect him to speak. My armor was overlapped by light and soon the light began shaping my armor into another piece of armor, " Anubis. " The Voice said and quickly once the forming process was complete strand's of light began flowing towards the pieces on my armor and after a few minutes of staring at my clothing the gauntlet flashed with light. ' Oh! ' I thought, my armor seemed to charge my gauntlet...nodding with satisfaction I completely forget the task at hand and slowly begin to lose my track in thought.

There was so many thing's going on, sighing I calm myself and sit down on the hologram platform and just stare and stay in thought. My thought process seemed to be the only thing to get me distracted, distracted at the wrong time and place as well..." Wake Up. " I wasn't dozing off, quickly I stood it had only been six minutes and still nothing had happened. I'd assume that some were still adjusting to what just happened, " Scanning... " The Voice said that multiple times until he had stopped, " Health Statistic's are completely fine. No need to worry. " I nodded, standing still think about what to do in my current situation.

The voice of Alton's mind was suddenly cut off by a bright ball thrown in front of them. Both could see it was a bomb, but it took both of them by surprise, and neither had time to take control of the body and react, not even to scream. As Alton and Jacket watched the ball of light grow and darken, the silhouette of Noir faded into the smoke, Cirka's ice shell flashed, then vanished, Nero's form blended into the shadows, and finally, the smoke became too dense for anything to be seen at all.

As the arrow hit the smoke, the heat snaked through the smoke particles, piercing the body of Jacket. He screamed as the heat cooked him from the inside, the pain adding to his rage. Alton, meanwhile, said nothing. In the afterglow of his outburst, he saw the smoke and, for a moment, felt a glimmer of hope within him. Perhaps this is his salvation from this hell that he found himself in. Perhaps this has all been some fable-like dream to show him the demon of rage that resided within himself. After he dies here, he will wake up in a better place. This inner demon that has haunted him for years will be gone, and he will be freed. Finally.

As the smoke cleared, the body of Jacket lay face down, hands above his head, and his skin black and burned like a stick thrown into a bonfire.