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A sword struck through Apocalypse's chest, impaling it. Satsuki grinned from behind, as rainbows burst from the wound, leaking down Apocalypse's body. But the creature simply grinned, not giving the singlest shit for the wound that would have put down a lesser creature. Using Satsuki's perceived victory, Apocalypse beat her into the ground, the impact once more creating a minor earthquake. Satsuki seemed mostly unharmed, her body held together by the life threads, but the strike was enough to shake even her.

Gidorah tried to use the opportunity to land the blow, the first of the other Conquerors to attack. But she had lost her Prime form, her rage being tempered by the friendship grenades, her strength and speed far too low to face Apocalypse's wrath. The behemoth simply caught her fist, grinning as it closed it's hand. With a loud crack the kaiju-woman's knuckles broke, her bones shattering under a force that would have crushed diamonds. No doubt it would have gone worse, had Bowser not intervened. A massive fist smashed into the side of the creature's face, it's power upped many times by the pills he had taken. And unlike during their first encounter, the blow was not ignored, sending Apocalypse flying across the newly formed ruins, into his very own crater.

But the creature simply stood, a grin afixed to it's face. Rainbows bled from it's chest and face, but it's body simply rebuilt itself. It pulled the sword from it's body, and dropped it to the floor. And yet the wounds it had inflicted on the Conquerors did not heal. Apocalypse laughed as it walked forward, all sparkles and glamour, and yet surrounded by an aura of fear. The creature was cutesy in appearance, it's body shrunken and it's voice squeaky. And yet, it was no less dangerous for it. For it's rage had not been tempered, and it's killing intent still burned strong. It would slaughter the Alliance, and it would build a throne from their corpses. This world would be the first of many, and it would tear all here to the ground. It would carve it's legacy into the face of the multiverse, tracing a path of carnage across our reality, to paint his name in the stars with the blood of the innocent and guilty alike.

This was a war of attrition, against an enemy who would not die. Even in chibi form, if the Conquerors did not take this threat seriously, their faction would be annihilated here and now.