[Isabel, Grand Central Terminal, Gift Shop]

For better or for worse, and for reasons that Isabel herself couldn't tell, she had followed the boy with spaghetti right into the gift shop. It had seemed... remarkably simple and free of electronic advertisements, or even devices on which they would be displayed. None of the usual corps had their advertisements here either, meaning this was a pretty strange place. Especially for a store.

She didn't have her stealth gear on, but she was still taking measures to keep herself hidden - or at least, make herself not obvious. It was from this position that she watched Frisk take the toy train, and her eyes narrowed as he stood still for a second, wondering what was happening. As he picked up the train and left, she followed him out, only stopping any attempt at hiding herself when she saw that the outside was quite different.

"...Hey kid..." she finally spoke as she revealed herself to him, wondering if she was being assaulted by a mage casting illusions on her at the moment and ready to be shot right in the back at any moment, "What did you do? Did you do something?"

An inkling? Ika Musume had never heard of something like that. Though if she wasn't a robot... But still squid like... Aha! She's still a compatriot! And environmentally friendly ink must mean she was here to stop the pollution of the oceans just like Ika Musume!

Inkling must be a cousin of squids, De geso! Which means your here to Inkvade and put an end to human pollution, De geso! I've been inking of all sorts of squiddle plans to make the humans fear me so they will bow down to the superior squid, ~De geso! And since your a compatriot I might be able to tell you them, De geso.

Ika Musume excitedly said all this before Cia had a chance to answer Add. It had been a while since she had met another squid, and the last one she met lost his cap and died. It was very emotional and the first casualty in the Inkvasion. But the sacrifice made takeru a loyal subject, and brought all his friends with him. Either way, Ika Musume was clearly excited and eagerly awaited Cia's response.

@Kael Taiyou
Nova raised an eyebrow at this oddity. These people seemed to use terms from the oriental, a region of old Terra. However, those cultures had been destroyed in the Great Wars that had marked the end of Terra, and his first emergence. Perhaps in the universe they originated from, these cultures had somehow weathered the Great Wars? Or, even stranger still, the Great Wars had never come to pass. The possibilities were staggering. However, he chose not to mention it. He would discover these things in time, as he himself travelled the realms. He had more important things to discuss.

"I don't think there are any safety measures that could have prevented me from accessing it." Nova smiled, thinking for a moment of some of his more amusing exploits back in his home dimension. "Regardless, you can surely see the sense in sharing the capability to travel between worlds with more people. If multiple factions were able to exchange ideas and technology, it would greatly increase our capabilities overall, and allow us to drive back the darkness that seem to almost inevitably appear in every universe. Whilst those of malignant intent are rarely able to cooperate, those who fight for the common good share the same goals." He raised a hand, as if making a speech of sorts, wishing to impress upon her the importance of this information. "Ties between universes could form an impenetrable alliance, a great formation of different yet powerful armies, each of which would do their part against their combined evils. Sharing resources and knowledge would be for the benefit of all involved."

He had more to say, of course. However, he was cut off by the appearance of a strange power on this planet. Even here he could sense the echoes it made in the warp, and yet this power was clearly not of the Warp. Foreign and powerful, he reached out to read this strange being's mind. And yet he found himself locked out by it's mechanical nature. It was certainly a dangerous being, he could not imagine any machine wielding that much raw power. And yet, it was followed swiflty by the appearance of another figure on this world. An immense psionic presence, and yet he could feel it's mind linking thousands of lesser beings. An entire fleet had appeared over this world, releasing what appeared to be Drop Pods into the atmosphere. And yet these were not his loyal Space Marines, but mind-linked servants of this larger being, filled with nothing but subservience and suppressed rage.

It seemed a new enemy had made it's way to this world, and a grand one at that. He sighed, as he looked over at Midori. "Excuse me, it seems I have some business to attend to." He then stood up from his throne, energy seeming to gather around him like a cloak. He vanished, appearing on top of the palace, a massive man glowing with divine light. He gestured upwards, towards the battleships that had gathered like flies around this planet. He would show them his power, the true might of the God Emperor. The power that had fought the Chaos Gods for 10.000 years as his physical form had rotted away and his mind had decayed. The might that had crushed a billion neverborn worlds, and scoured entire solar systems of light. He would show them the power of humanity, reborn in him. All of it. All of the strength he had never been able to fully display, now so clearly at his fingertips.

And the results were terrifying.

The sky seemed to quake as the ships felt themselves being pushed and pulled by some invisible force. Alarms blared as the mind-linked servants of the Ethereals sought to perform emergency repairs. The fleet was thrown into disarray, ships strewn across the sky as if by the careless hand of a God. And then, as the Emperor's power reached it's peak, each stood suddenly still. With the might of a God, he crushed them. Ships kilometers long, filled with thousands of soldiers. Every single ship in the sky was crushed like a can of soda, imploding on itself as the interior was squeezed out through the now shattered windows. Technology that could resist the force of a nuclear impact with negligent ease, annihilated in a single instant.

The Emperor sighed. Even for him, this had been a tiring feat, and he was well aware that the greater threat had not been dealt with. The one they had all served was already on the planet's surface, as were many of his warriors. They were far from his current position, however, and he would deal with them once he had rested. Perhaps he would also have to deal with the mechanical monstrosity he had sensed before, but he could sense no animosity from that being. Once it displayed any form of malign intent, he would consider it his responsibility to intervene. Such was the duty of the God Emperor of Mankind. Forever bound to lead his sheep through the darkness, to shelter them from the horrors they could not understand.

Once more, the Emperor appeared in the throne room of the Imperial Palace. "Now, shall we continue? I believe I have made my case. Our cooperation could only better the multiverse." He sat down, as his mind began designing several suits of armour around him. Even as he spoke to Midori, matter rearranged itself to suit his will. He was forming the armour of the Thunder Warriors, or the Space Marines as they had later become known. Perhaps it was time for him to forge his soldiers on this world once more.

@AgentFallenSoul
The creature stood from it's crater, it's body already healing from the impact. It looked over to the strange being that had appeared in front of it. And even it's limited mind could tell that this creature was one of great power, judging solely by it's aura. Apocalypse simply grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. How good was it that the first being it would meet after it's exile would be one of such power? For power was the anvil on which it would forge it's own strength. Battle was the heat with which it would reforge itself. For in victory he would gain experience, and in death he would gain in power. He could not be stopped, merely delayed. And this being would be the first of many to feel his wrath.

In an instant, Apocalypse broke the sound barrier. It shot forward like a bullet, fist swinging towards the Ethereal. The force the fist carried was roughly the equivelant to that of a jumbo jet striking you in the face. Were the blow to land, the ethereals relatively frail body would be annihilated in an instant, the shockwave pulping it's internal organs as it's physical form was launched through several city blocks. However, things were never as easy as that. And while the original Doomsday had possessed an immunity to psychic attacks, Apocalypse had no such resistance.

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The abomination spoke no words despite the alien's invitation, instead it grinned like any other confident human being it had met in the past. That simple fact disgusted the Ethereal to an extent but didn't disturb it whatsoever in its main objective, it had to bring that beast back for further analysis and eventual usage in the field. The Ethereal didn't say a thing either as it waited for the apparently sentient creature to respond in its own way, with or without hostility.

Hostility it was. In an instant, the monster broke the sound barrier and attempted to take down the thin alien in one strike. Luckily the Uber Ethereal wasn't of low caliber, and could handle the situation itself. However, the prideful species would not sacrifice the luxury of having others do the bidding for them. Having mind merged the four closest Muton Elites, they were all enhanced with superior reflexes and accuracy added to their already genetically modified capabilities as a 'created' creature by the Ethereals. Because of this, they could follow the movements of Apocalypse just as the Ethereal could, although with less efficiency, they could still get the job done. As the monster swing its fist, it would be greeted with one of the Muton's gatling plasma cannons. The wave of green energy would aim to fry and melt the arm as it had contact, because it was plasma after all.

"Speed comparable to Basterbine's Hirenkyaku. A potential of strength beyond the standards of our creations. Show us more, Bestial One."

As it spoke, it didn't lose track of the action. The monster's arm was snipped and the Mutons were all ready to fire if he were to try something else. That didn't mean he could just kill them all, especially since they were mostly long range aliens. But that would be admitting he could escape the Uber Ethereal from this distance. With the arm shot, the thin alien had already shot a mindfray with its mind alone and went to simply touch Apocalypse's body. It wasn't something that could be blocked, and the overwhelming speed and point blank range of the attack made it even more difficult to handle.

In any case, a manifestation of Psi-energy was getting visible from under the Ethereal's robe. Apocalypse wouldn't know, but it had its Psi-lance ready to chop down the monster if it would want to brawl from close range. Its goal wasn't to kill the abomination, but to either stall it out until it could have an incapacitating shot or wait until it would stop on its own for any reason.

"Show The Envisioning One your wrath."

The destruction of the mock fleet stationed above the planet had no relevance to it. As long as the concealed observation ship was secure, everything was interchangeable. Its only goal was to retrieve this creature unless the previous menace presented itself as an obstacle. But fate would be on the alien's side, there wouldn't actually be any intervention from the threat. As such it would only focus on the monster before it.

@thewizardguy

Yoh went quiet for several seconds at Gojira-san's questions, her face scrunching up slightly in contemplation.

...

...

...?

After a decidedly lengthy lapse in conversation, Yoh nodded to herself, evidently having reached a decision. A slight glint entered her eyes as she balled up her right hand into a fist and lifted it into the sky declaratively.

"I have no idea!"

Truly a tactical genius, this one.

"Um, um, let's just walk around for a bit and see if we can somewhere that looks cool! Like a vending machine, or a gift shop, or a restaurant that only sells grilled cheese! Oh, but I'm not hungry right now, so I guess that third one won't work super-well."

@Savato
The bolts of plasma were fired at the creature's arm, and yet their speed and accuracy wasn't even close to the degree necessary to stop Apocalypse's attack. The plasma bolt itself couldn't move even close to the speed of sound, and thus was never suited to intercept the attacks of a being so superior in speed. Like trying to shoot a bullet out of the air. Perhaps the ethereal had underestimated it's opponent, or perhaps it simply hadn't had a chance to think in the 50 milliseconds it took for Doomsday to close the distance between them and launch his attack. Whatever the cause, the mistake was not one that could be undone.

As the punch landed, a wave of force emanated from the point of impact, a crater forming underneath the Ethereal's body. Had it not been for the Ethereal's psychic shielding, it would have been dead from that single blow. As it was, however, it found it manifesting it's full power just to prevent itself from being pasted, the psychic shell around it cracking under the pressure. Had Apocalypse launched another punch, the ethereal might have been destroyed right there. It would have taken approximately 5 milliseconds for the punch to land, a timespan in which it was impossible to react. Even if the Ethereal had launched it's psychic lance immediately the travel time would have been too long, dooming it. However, it was not to be.

Doomsday took a moment to glower, glaring at his opponent with a satisfactory grin as he saw the Ethereal struggle to hold the force of his punch. Just a moment of self-satisfaction before launching the next blow, a volley of plasma bolts closing in from all sides at a rate of about 70 km/hour. To him, they were like turtles, and they would never arrive in time. This was a split second decision, the ethereal would need to force Apocalypse to back off in the span of about half a second, 500 milliseconds of time. Were he to fail to do this, the next blow might break through his psionic defences, and shatter his relatively frail body.

((To support my statements. Speed of sound is approx 340 m/s. Estimating the distance between the Ethereal and Apocalypse to be about 15 meters, that's about 5/100ths of a second to close the distance, or 50 milliseconds. More accurately, it would take about 45 milliseconds to close the distance. However, I threw in the extra 5 milliseconds for the forward motion of the arm - the punch. Don't underestimate moving at the speed of sound, it's OP as shit.))

Imperial Palace (Akina and Midori)

Akina stared at Nova's feats like an entertained child, clapping hands and laughing, as if she was watching a lightshow. Midori however, was indiferent. "If Suzaku was here, she would probably clap like an idiot as wel..." Midori said to herself, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, i'll say this, as long as living beings with emotions exists and as expanding as the Multiverse is, you'll never ever get rid of this 'evil' for good. Trust me." she said with a straight face.

Battle Location (Wynn)

"So he can control tornadoes with his psychic powers too huh?" Wynn was impressed, but she wouldn't just stand idly as the element that her tribe dominated was going to be used against her. She actually jumped inside it, seizing control of it once more and compressing the tornado to her staff, then, she used her enhanced speed to close in on the sith and attempt to him in with the force of a cyclone. She was hoping she wouldn't had to use her Familiar Possessed mode early in the fight so she needed to make the hit count.

@AgentFallenSoul

Isaac had noticed a small crowd of robed and dingy men and women had began to follow him. Were they perhaps remnants of the once great society that had fallen? Or perhaps they were scavengers ready to slay him for his belongings. Perhaps he would stop and find out, though they outnumbered him he obviously had the superior firepower, their simple automatics and laser weapons would be turned on each other in an instant. He didn't have much time to think and and a curse escaped the confessor's lips as a strange woman ran out in the middle of the road. Swerving to the right and lamming down on the breaks to stop the car before it hit her head on, he had no desire to run her down or damage the car he had just scavenged. He sighed softly as it stopped just in time, and quickly stood from the car, his rotary rifle shouldered but at the ready, and his ears alert to hear the sound of hastened footsteps over the Nod propaganda that echoed in helmet.

"What in the name of God and Kane are you doing, child?!" He was irritated, but at the same time could understand the woman's desperation. It was after all one hell of a way to get someone's attention. Calming himself with a whispered prayer, he looked the girl over and took a few steps towards her. "What is it you need, child? If you are wounded or ill, I have no medical supplies with me. Though, if you need a soldier's mercy I can offer it. Otherwise I would ask you speak quickly, I do not wish to remain this close to whatever landed for too long."

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The rushing monster had managed to avoid the worst by beating the reflexes of the enhanced Muton Elite's first volley. It essentially didn't have the time to aim its gun and have a precise enough shot with the speed Apocalypse was going. Though the failure of the Muton's actions wouldn't be of relevance to the Ethereal's reaction by consequence. After all, it simply stood and witnessed the monster attack it while simply merging its 'mind' with the others. The lack of results was apparent and the Ethereal would simply lift one of its arms out of its ritualistic cloak. The Psi-Lance would form instantly on its hand would would collide with the beast's punch. There was no reason for the Ethereal to be unable to react so simply to a very direct attack when itself had an overwhelmingly powerful motor power and intelligence.

But that wouldn't mean it'd stop the attack. The Ethereal, though it had Psi-Kinesis to greatly enhance its strength when applied on its members, wouldn't come close to the power of Apocalypse. The result would be simple, the Psi-power keeping it alive to this day would have sponged what couldn't be controlled by the lance and the strength it conferred itself, but both left arms and the lance would be of course vaporized, leaving only a large but evidently insignificant cut/burn on Apocalypse's fist. The Alien was now about thirty meters away from it as the impact still had its effect.

"Your potential has indeed been confirmed, O' Bestial One."

It appeared as if nothing had happened. The cloak was unscratched but that was typical of the Ethereal attire, the cloak would never vanish or even be stained until it'd die. There'd however be yellow and red ooze leaking from under it as it had indeed lost its members. But about a second following that, they would entirely regrow. In sync to this phenomenon, a nearby Muton Elite would fall on its knees and crumble to dust leaving only its weapons and armor. Psi-Drain sucked its entire life force out to heal the Ethereal. Whether it was his anywhere else in the body had little relevance as they barely depended on a functioning body at this point, only the brain had relevance. As Psionic powers kept it alive, they were only present because of its brain. Of course too much damage would kill it anyway.

Now forming two new lances on opposing upper arms, it seemed more prepared to battle, but it remained in the same position it did beforehand. Completely straight and passive. It had proven that it could easily keep up with such speeds in a pinch whilst getting a dosage insanely high strength and surviving.

"Will you pursue this fight or perhaps you would be curious as to why you are sought for in such a apoplectic world."

At this point it seemed clear that if the monster would attack, there'd be no reason to hold back given it had survived such a fall but could also generate such power without even damaging itself. The Mindfray had been applied no matter the alternative as previously displayed, leading to rather interesting results if he were to attack again. Apocalypse would have blurry vision, but most of all, his body would feel heavier and his movements slower.

@Kael Taiyou
Nova would simply smile. "So then why fight at all? In a multiverse of infinite worlds, are not all of your efforts insignificant? For every life you would save an infinite number would die. For every one who dies an infinite number live. Logically speaking, every single action you would take is pointless, every choice you make worthless." He gestures, as the armour is finished. It clicks together, every part fitting perfectly in the other. It thrums with psionic power, energy rushing through it. "But humans are not logical creatures, are we? I will save every life I can, and I will cleanse every evil I find. I will lead a crusade through a billion universes, and I will save a billion worlds. Every child that dies, every man that falls, is my personal responsibility. If what you say is true then my crusade will never end. But even as my task is infinite, so is my responsibility, and as such I must stand up for those that cannot stand up for themselves, and save what insignificant portion of this vast reality I can."

They were fighting words, spoken with true conviction. And it was clear that the Emperor was not daunted by the idea of such a crusade, a life of endless war, should he but be able to save those worlds he fights for. However, one other thing could be gleaned from his eyes, the self assured and determined gaze that swept the room. He would not take no for an answer, and he would not stop. There was no force in the multiverse that could dissuade him from the path he had chosen, and there was no obstacle he would not overcome in order to achieve it. Should this organization choose not to share this information, they would make themselves a powerful enemy. After all, if their leaders were not willing to share such information, perhaps someone more competent should be put in charge.

"I believe we can both agree that this reality would be better off with the technology you possess in my hands. Should the scope of the universe truly be as vast as you say it is, then any mistakes I make will be inconsequential. If it is as small as I hope it to be, then my Crusade will bring a glorious era of peace and prosperity to all living things." The suit of armour opened up, only to lock around the Emperor's body as he spoke. His previous garments vaporized as they were replaced. He simply continued speaking as the golden plates interlocked around his form, each piece perfectly fitted to his body. "Of course, I could most likely achieve the necessary knowledge without your assistance. However, such would be a waste of time and effort."

@Savato
[Impact Crater, Bern, Switzerland]
Apocalypse stood, as the plasma bolts crashed into the ground around him. He noticed he had been surrounded, a group of Mutons holding their weaponry at the ready. He had been able to tell from the start that this opponent was a dangerous one, and the apparent danger excited him. In death and revival there was only victory for him. When he spoke, his voice was inhumanly deep and gruff. "I wish only to face the greatest foes I can find, and to crush them beneath my feet. You will be the first of many to fall before me." The behemoth's speech revealed him to be more intelligent than might have been apparent at first. Of course, the Ethereal had been well aware of the creature's intellectual capability from the start. What happened next, however, might surprise him.

Apocalypse seemed to flicker out of sight, once more instantly accelerating to the speed of sound. This time, however, it was not the ethereal he went after. So fast it seemed almost instant, he had appeared next to one of the Mutons, dodging through a hale of plasma bolts to land a single blow on the creature's chest. The armour worn by the mutons was comparable to the armoured plating of a tank, capable of shrugging off small arms fire with ease. Even the high-powered armour-piercing weaponry used by the Xcom elite team had a hard time inflicting any serious harm. And yet, this creature's single blow shattered it, annihilating it instantly. A wave of force traveled through the muton's body, like the force of a bullet after entering. It's internal organs were pulped, it's skeleton crushed, it's armour shattered. It all happened so fast that, to an outsider, the muton had simply exploded in a shower of blood.

The mutons fired, attempting to keep up. And yet, their movements weren't even close to the speed necessary to keep up with Apocalypse. He shot through the attacks, dodging some and simply tanking others. Any damage dealt to his body was swiftly healed, his form regenerating from even the most serious of blows. Without Apocalypse heading straight towards the creature, the Uber Ethereal had no way of hitting with it's psionic spears, and it was well aware of that. Within instants, the mutons were annihilated. Ranks ripped to pieces, single blows turning them to red fountains. Each punch holding the power of a small nuclear missile, right in the face.

A force of about twenty mutons was decimated in an instant, in a single breath. Less than a second had passed, and yet nothing remained but a thin red mist. The creature once more stood in the middle of the group, covered in blood and gore. It turned to the Ethereal, with a grin on it's face. The Mindfray had lessened it's abilities slightly, and several severe burn wounds could be seen on it's body, where an area had simply been burned away. And yet they swiftly closed, anything but a decisive blow useless against his immortal physique. And all this happened in less time than it would have taken most to pull off a single shot. "Now, shall we continue? Because now that your grunts are gone, I think you lost your ability to heal."

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The monster had finally talked, something that was to be expected from a 'Level 5'. Taking down everything that challenged him seemed to be his goal, a foolish endeavor considering the intertwining worlds. Apocalypse would then proceed to teleport-killing the Mutons lowered to the level of fodder. Most couldn't really follow the movements which led to a frenzy to plasma shots being released at every direction. The only ones capable of reacting decently were those under the influence of Mind Merge. The über Ethereal itself didn't have any issue following the monster's movements.

Eventually, by evaluating the creature's style of killing and movements, the Ethereal could start to predict directions he'd be going in after finishing off a Muton. It'd be after six or seven annihilated soldiers that he'd not only charge toward a merged Muton but also have the Ethereal anticipate with ease where he'd head next. With an simple telepathic command, the Ethereal forced the Muton to simply rotate sideways in that split moment. It couldn't do much but it had the reflex to perform it on time. The area Apocalypse would hit the Muton would be the where the Plasma grenades would be strapped. When the monster would proceed to annihilate the Muton, he would also activate the grenade as if it were a trip mine.

The Ethereal didn't expect anything of consequence from this, but it would put to the test his healing factor even more and possibly stop him for a small period of time. By the time the Mindfray had its effect and would make prediction even easier, especially if he relied on brute force and healing most of the time.

"You appear misguided. You are lost in a world you do not comprehend and yet still rabidly assault anything you see. Your existence will meet its end quickly without the guidance of The Envisioning One."

At this point the Mindfray would make the Ethereal appear as a red blur among the many flames caused by the previous impact and the mist of blood spreading. It could easily take advantage of his lack of precision to simply deliver strike after strike, but it wasn't one to assault mindlessly like the creature, despite clear evidence of sentience.

@Moonlit Sonata


"I have no idea!"

Again, just the answer alone made Gojira-San chuckle a bit inside. God was she so cute. Of course not in like... that way, but still. She was adorable none of the less. She reminded her of her own daughter back in her universe...

"Um, um, let's just walk around for a bit and see if we can somewhere that looks cool! Like a vending machine, or a gift shop, or a restaurant that only sells grilled cheese! Oh, but I'm not hungry right now, so I guess that third one won't work super-well."

The giant woman nods as she begins to walk around the Manhattan area, leaving the palace. By the time the other heroes would've began to push more on Starkiller's buttons, Gojira-San would stumble across a nearby gift shop called The Manhattan Blue, along with a snack and drink vending machines.

"Here's a Gift Shop." she replies to Yoh, "Along with some vending machines. Grab what you want."

She would then lower herself down to the ground, allowing the little girl to get off Gojira-San easily.

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@Kael Taiyou@Cuccoruler@Gummi Bunnies@Lmpkio@Eviledd1984


@Eviledd1984 After the sith lord casted the tornado aside, he was slow to realize that Jolyne's Stand had somehow been able to tie his hands up in a knot! While his recently unseathed lightsaber is still clutched in his hands, he isn't able to cute the strings due to the position they were in. Even if he tried, he would risk slicing himself in two.

@Gummi Bunnies While trying to muster his strength to cut the bands off him, his enhanced force senses quickly alerted him to an incoming projectile. Not knowing what it was made out of, he swiftly moves his cuffed hands towards the bullet's direction. With a dose of pure luck, the bullet was able to slice off the string holding him and can finally move his hands again.

@Cuccoruler But he was still not out of the woods yet! Now the pink marshmallow was trying to suck him in! And it seems he was going in full throttle! Starkiller musters all of his strength to get out of his range, but turns and fires force lightning at him once more. This should be able to get him out of that dilemma.

@Kael Taiyou But that Tornado was still coming at him... now to be controlled by Wynn herself to be larger and potentially more lethal! Already, Starkiller's energy was slowly beginning to deplete and now doesn't have the power to get out in time. He can see Wynn closing in with her sword. The Sith Lord would then ignite his lightsaber and prepares for impact...

@Eviledd1984 Meanwhile, Ryu was still in combat with Kars. The hamon-based attack had met his mark, pushing Ryu back as he slams himself on a pillar. This opponent was quite strong, yet has a similar fighting-style as well as energy powers. But the fighter knew that this was no alter-Ryu or evil-Ryu. Slowly getting back up he begins to plan his next attack...

But as Starkiller would begin to block Wynn's attack... he would fail to notice a portal open behind him. What came out was 3 yellow lightning bolts that stopped the opponent's attack and was even able to push Wynn back at least a few meters. The sith lord's eyes were wide in surprise within his mask as he quickly gets up and sidesteps to the side. Another portal??? Did the enemy call in for reinforcements? No, they couldn't have. Otherwise those bolts would've hit him, which was not what happened.

Coming straight from the warp of time and space, a figure arrives on screen. The figure was that of a woman, her clothes shined beautifully in pure gold, yellow lightning cracking from her body, with wings springing from her back, gleaming horns, circuler hair-due, and a height that seems to be slightly taller then Gojira-San. But she was not here because of good, oh no... she is in fact one of the most terrifying people to have come from the outer reaches of space. Her name would spread fear into the hearts of men... for she is known simply as:



"GleeHeeHeeHee!" she crackles in excitement, "It appears we stumbled straight into the middle of battle!"

In that moment, another portal opened up to reveal another human female walk in. This human wore what can be confused as mech armor, but was intensely skimpy. And just her face alone screams that she means business. Known as the school council president of Honnōji Academy, enter:



"Barbaric Pigs..." she mutters as she draws her katana, "I say we put them out of their misery."

And right after, another portal opens, revealing another figure. However, it wasn't human... material wise that is. It was a sentient robot, with the figure of a man, red glowing eyes, and was ready to kill everything in his path. In his universe, he was created as a mean for good... but ultimately turned to be one of the greatest nemesis' of the Avengers. Enter:



"Oh please..." the robot answers to Kiryuin's remark, "They're nothing but vermin. Tangled in strings... ready to be exterminated."

And then one final portal opens up in the way back. Heavy breathing can be heard from the other side, along with thundering stomps of something big coming this way. And it sounded pissed. As the massive being begins to come over to this universe, it was certainly a beast. His skin was bright yellow, save for his neck which is green, with two bull-like horns, a giant spiky shell, along with spiky collars on his neck, shoulders, and wrists, crimson hair, and two blood-red eyes. With a loud roar acknowledging his presence, he made himself clear, for he was the great Koopa King:



Their presence alone would've casted fear and awe amongst the heroes, including Starkiller who is now standing on the sidelines. Ryu blinked several times, not believing what he was seeing.

"Who in Akuma's name are they?" he mutters quietly to himself.

But little did he know, that those figures were part of a great multiversal alliance to ensure fear and chaos across the land, and to ultimately claim them as their rightful own. They were known simply as:

THE ALLIANCE OF CONQUERERS

And they now picked their first multiverse to conquer...

@AgentFallenSoul

Timaeus, Daemon Prince - Bern, Switzerland - Road to Munich

How dare that pathetic mortal try to order him?! Such imprudence normally would have costed her head. After all, how many even tried to order a Daemon Prince to 'Stop' and survived to tell the tale?

But Timaeus has far better things to do, so he just increased his speed while flying towards Munich.

Nagash - Bern Switzerland

His body was once again reformed by his will. As the strongest Human Wizard who defied death, reforming a body would be easy task... that is if the Fellblade poison wasn't still eating away at his very spirit.

His body was nothing more than bones and his artifacts in it, yet still somehow possessing terrible power of Magick and physical feat.

As he opened his eyes and looked around, he realized he was at a cemetery. Of which of course for the First and Greatest Necromancer was just perfect for his needs. He concentrated and did his nerfarious magick in order to raise the Skeletons which have not possessed a wisp of a soul for decades or even centuries.

After quickly completing his spells, he took attention to the few souls of which were departing of this world. He took control of them before they truly left it and begun to think on what he should do with them.

@Kael Taiyou@Cuccoruler@Gummi Bunnies@Lmpkio@Eviledd1984
Kirby

Kirby was hit by the lightning, or atleast that was what it seemed to be. Until when the dust cleared Kirby suddenly had a face full of electricity. And then he swallowed it and was covered in light. A moment later he came out as Lightning Kirby. Though he also noticed the others coming in. He recognized one of them as Bowser but didn't have a clue towards the others. "Hi!" Kirby said to Bowser doing is normal hello stance.

After this Kirby started to shuffle his feet. He could tell now that this fight was a losing one, they were out numbered and leaving may be a good option. As Kirby continued to shuffle his feet he gained more power then he pointed at the ground kicking up the dust from the ground. "Uwa!" Kirby yelled, Kindle wasn't there to translate at the moment as it was too dangerous, but in short it meant that they needed to run.


@Absolis@Gummi Bunnies
Cia

Cia looked at the squid for a moment confused. Humans were real here? Where she came from Humans were just a myth, no one had seen a human in centuries. "You mean the Human's haven't been wiped out by the flood?" Cia asked. "Well I guess that would explain the tall one." Cia added looking over at Add. "But I am looking for places that would be great as turf war stage... so why not!" Cia added with a smile. "You have my ink!" Cia said spinning her gun around on her finger. The Ink she had come in on had already started to disappear.

Ahsoka Tano - New York City

With a grunt Ahsoka recovered, fighting past the pain as she first got onto her knees, then back to her feet as she observed the situation. The Sith had held his own, as expected, and now the situation had been made even more confused by the arrival of others. And from what she was hearing, they were not friendly.

"Look out," she called as she reached out with the force, to throw another rusted metal hulk at the Sith before reigniting her lightsaber and moving forward. At this point it seemed that victory would not be had so simply. She would buy the newcomers time to withdraw before doing so herself.

Once she had, then she would need to plan. The Sith had to be killed, and she would have to do it. But one step at a time, just like how Anakin would do things

@Savato
As the belt of plasma grenades exploded, bright light and heat filled the area. The creature's arm was ripped apart by the combined explosive force of the grenades, the close-range force managing to overcome his incredibly tough hide. To some extent the Ethereal had expected it to flinch, or to halt it's assault. And yet it simply used the force of the explosion to pop up next to the next Muton, annihilating it's next target. It's vision was blurred, it's body was heavy. And yet it felt no pain, it felt no hesitation. While it did not feel the endless desire for destruction it's 'parent' had been driven by, it instead found itself lusting for ever greater levels of power, a path forged from the corpses of the fallen.

It struck once more, and once more the Ethereal blew the creature's arm off, a cluster of grenades leaving it a torso on legs. And yet, as the second grenade blew up, they left a burned stump. Whilst at first this seemed surprising, the ethereal quickly realized the cause. The abomination was adapting, it's entire body learning through experience. Even as it's skin become more heat resistant, it's mind seemed to become more resistant to psionic interference. The effects of mindfray had left it temporarily weakened, and through it's own persistence it had lost both of it's limbs. However, mindfray would soon begin to weaken, as would the effect of further heat-based weaponry. The more he was exposed to such violence without a decisive blow, the more powerful he would become.

Apocalypse laughed as the Ethereal mentioned it's existence meeting it's end. Already it's body had begun to reform, it's arms regrowing from the stump. "My existence is quite hard to snuff out. With every blow you strike, I become more powerful. With every life I take, I become more experienced. And yet you believe this Envisioning One will guide me? I need but know where my next victim stands!" The creature stands, taking a moment for it's body to rebuild. But it was clear that it would soon take the offensive once more. While Apocalypse was not without reason, it would take a clear display of force in order to persuade him he couldn't simply brute force his way through this situation. Of course, it would be rather hard to display the appropriate amount of force to impress a being such as Apocalypse.

Battle Location (Wynn)

@Lmpkio

"Okay, i might actually be in trouble here." said Wynn, which was the understatement of the century ((for the many more to come)), then she started to describe the people who showed up. "A Dragon Lady...A Harpy...An Iron kind of man...and a...huge Turtle...A transformed Alligator Snaping Turtle." she said, not making sure what they exactly are.

Imperial Palace (Akina and Midori)

@thewizardguy

"D-Don't say e-enemies." said Akina, noticing that the chat was getting a little dangerous. "Alright, you win the first round. As your prize, time to reveal a bit of info." said Midori in a fact enthusiastic tone, though Akina wasn't fooled. "Senpai you're angry all over the place." said Akina poking the hologram in the nose. "Stop doing that...Anyway, sorry to burst your bubble, if you go around interfering with the 'history' of other worlds, you're going to cause a distortion so massive it might be impossible to fix even for both of us. Which is why the only reason we Dimensional Travelers only ever go into a world to deal with someone who is interering with it, with might be the case of what is happening to you and some people here right now, some force seemed to drag people here, to this world where it got terminals that leads to other universes...which worries my team. So if we're ever going to help you with something, it is to figure out what is happening right now, if you ever going to help mankind, do it in your own world, do we have a deal?" said Midori, hoping that being more direct would make Nova reconsider his quest, no matter how noble it was and how selfless he demonstrated to be.