@Letter Bee

"and i have a thief to beat" gin retort with a growl as mewtwo appearently lets the sandwhich of people crash down onto him without trying to stop it, the lasers seems to bend and curve away from the silver haired assailent as he goes about collecting the crow and putting a small device on his back causing him to disappear shortly thereafter as the device is clipped to gin's shirt. "now, what's going on?" gin asks non chalantly, lasers seeming to ping off of him and strike the building around them, damaging literally everything but their target.

"I'm in the middle of a duel to prove the strength of my bonds of fellowship and the worthiness of my cause to this guy," Osamu gestured at Minato, "who is one of the heroes who saved this universe. I really want him by my side, and you interrupting the fight I want to have with him was, well...rude."

@Letter Bee

"oh... ok... don't really care honestly. Wait, if you need him for a cause then didn't he fail?" gin replies evenly as he stands up completely, looking over the both of them before asking "you two aren't very strong, is your cause being like the number one sweet roll salesmen in the country or something?" as he shifts over between them not seeming to really care about either their bout or their strength as he moves his arm to rest lazily on the waist band of his half on kimono with a dry, uninterested look on his face

@kishin asura@supertinyking@Teoinsanity@ShadowVentus@thewizardguy

Seeing what Michael did, Ilyndriel was in awe. Slowly, she stood up, feathers opening up around her and she stared blinking at the shadow dome."You have such incredible power." She said to him. "But... that girl's still in there, and... she doesn't deserve to die, no matter what Khaine says." She ran forward a few steps in determination. "KHAINE!" She called at the shadow dome in futility, her fists balled up at her sides and her blonde brow wrinkled. Was there nothing she could do?

Suddenly Alexander summoned Gram, a huge creature who radiated a great and beautiful power of good. Ilyndriel watched him fly high into the air and smash down on the thunderdome, breaking his way inside it. Rocks went flying. Doom seemed fine, as angry as he was about not getting any hits in. Gasping she brought her hands up to her mouth in a worried look, but the goodness she felt off this large new beling gave her hope. He looked like he would be able to save the girl, but Ilyndriel still couldn't see what was going on inside the dome.

"Michael, thank you for your help, but are you sure about that? I think we have to try to stop Khaine. If we don't, it's like chosing who lives and who dies, and that's not right. If nobody ever moved to stop evil out of fear for more evil, evil would win forever. Khaine's attacking that girl because he's insulted, not because she's trying to hurt anyone. I just, I don't want Khaine to die either. What do we do?"

@Tyki @Letter Bee

As a random stranger belittled those he had intruded upon, a portal opens, a rift in reality, within the room where all this was happening. From is, a heavy set man, quite chubby, in a baggy blue shirt, black baggy track pants, with black track shoes, drags a chair though the portal, setting it down backwards, sitting down, resting his head on his arms, crossed over the top of the chair.
"....No one bother me. I'm just here to watch an asshole be an asshole..." Tiny, the butcher, says. The mons would know of him, a mercenary for hire...or, more accurately, a WMD for sale. He had conducted a few raids on, and for, the Mon empire, rooting out a team rocket member for them, as revenge for Team Rocket attempting to jip him on a payment. Of course, this hardly makes them allies, as Tiny had done things such as torching forests, leveling pokemon centers, destroying important computers at bad times for the Digimon cast, and other nuisances that while not exceptionally evil, cost thousands to millions of dollars/poke-dollars to repair.
"Oh, that and kill some of you, for Malakai, the royal buttlicker." Tiny adds, before snickering like a naughty school boy, telling a dirty joke. "But that's after the no doubt ensuring moment where you all kick his ass..." He says, motioning to Gin. "Or, he kicks all of your asses..." He says, motioning to everyone else in the room. "Afterwards, I'll either pick off the survivors, or have to deal with you all being tired out from the fight...either or, fine with me..."
How arrogant, to announce a plan in the middle of a group of powerful people.

@Tyki @Letter Bee

As a random stranger belittled those he had intruded upon, a portal opens, a rift in reality, within the room where all this was happening. From is, a heavy set man, quite chubby, in a baggy blue shirt, black baggy track pants, with black track shoes, drags a chair though the portal, setting it down backwards, sitting down, resting his head on his arms, crossed over the top of the chair.
"....No one bother me. I'm just here to watch an asshole be an asshole..." Tiny, the butcher, says. The mons would know of him, a mercenary for hire...or, more accurately, a WMD for sale. He had conducted a few raids on, and for, the Mon empire, rooting out a team rocket member for them, as revenge for Team Rocket attempting to jip him on a payment. Of course, this hardly makes them allies, as Tiny had done things such as torching forests, leveling pokemon centers, destroying important computers at bad times for the Digimon cast, and other nuisances that while not exceptionally evil, cost thousands to millions of dollars/poke-dollars to repair.
"Oh, that and kill some of you, for Malakai, the royal buttlicker." Tiny adds, before snickering like a naughty school boy, telling a dirty joke. "But that's after the no doubt ensuring moment where you all kick his ass..." He says, motioning to Gin. "Or, he kicks all of your asses..." He says, motioning to everyone else in the room. "Afterwards, I'll either pick off the survivors, or have to deal with you all being tired out from the fight...either or, fine with me..."
How arrogant, to announce a plan in the middle of a group of powerful people.

"Why do people keep interrupting?!" it was Takeru's turn to exclaim. "Hikari, let's protect Osamu while he duels with Minato."

Hikari nodded, then took out her cellphone, which contained a special software allowing it to contain a Digimon. Within moments, Gatomon was out, accompanied by Takeru's Patamon!

<I'll stay here and protect any humans from collateral damage,> Mewtwo said, <as well as keep them from noticing anything.>

@Letter Bee@supertinyking

"wait... are those digimon?... I'm not home anymore am i... Oh shit, it that a pokemon?" Gin exclaims as the digimon come out before mew two finds himself under rapid inspection, the white haired man just seeming to appear in front of him before something rather unexpected and demeaning occured: gin begins to pet the legendary with a rather child like wonder on his face. As a side note, he also completely cut tiny off not giving a singular, solitary iota of a fuck for the rather arrogant newcomer

@Letter Bee@supertinyking

"wait... are those digimon?... I'm not home anymore am i... Oh shit, it that a pokemon?" Gin exclaims as the digimon come out before mew two finds himself under rapid inspection, the white haired man just seeming to appear in front of him before something rather unexpected and demeaning occured: gin begins to pet the legendary with a rather child like wonder on his face. As a side note, he also completely cut tiny off not giving a singular, solitary iota of a fuck for the rather arrogant newcomer

"Yes, they're Digimon and Pokemon, and Horus is a Shin Megami Tensei Demon," spoke Takeru.

"We're part of the Mon Alliance, a Multiversal group dedicated to finding threats to the various worlds and protecting said worlds from them," Hikari explained.

@Letter Bee

Gin was very obviously not entirely listening, but he nodded his head and commented "ah, I see" either way as he keeps petting mew two, scritching along his jawline

@Letter Bee

Gin was very obviously not entirely listening, but he nodded his head and commented "ah, I see" either way as he keeps petting mew two, scritching along his jawline

<I am not a cat or a pet,> Mewtwo said telepathically, irritated.

@Letter Bee@Tyki@supertinyking

"Persona!" This all too familiar word is exclaimed as Minato points the Evoker towards his temple, and pulls the trigger, the sound of glass shattering echoing outwards as the boy calls forth Messiah. Messiah uses Debilitate on Osamu, making him and his Demon rather vulnerable. Firing off his Evoker once more, Minato commands Messiah to use Agidyne on Horus, the bird being engulfed by a fierce blazing attack. "This is what happens when you let your guard down.." Minato remarks, unsheathing his sword as he speaks.

@Letter Bee

"that does not make you no less adorable... even if you are kinda mind raping me to talk" gin says with a laugh, giving mewtwo one last vigorous petting before asking "so... are pokemon real here?... I came from a place where they were only in video games and manga..." as he completely ignores the fighting while he talks with mewtwo

@Letter Bee@Tyki@supertinyking

"Persona!" This all too familiar word is exclaimed as Minato points the Evoker towards his temple, and pulls the trigger, the sound of glass shattering echoing outwards as the boy calls forth Messiah. Messiah uses Debilitate on Osamu, making him and his Demon rather vulnerable. Firing off his Evoker once more, Minato commands Messiah to use Agidyne on Horus, the bird being engulfed by a fierce blazing attack. "This is what happens when you let your guard down.." Minato remarks, unsheathing his sword as he speaks.

"You're right," Osamu whispered faintly as he was overcome by weakness, barely managing to say:

"Horus...Dekunda," Dekunda being a spell that removed all delibitating spells from itself and allies. One casting later, and the effects of Delibitate faded, allowing Osamu to draw out his Hypercube and call on his arsenal of extraordinary gadgets and magical relics!

Drawing out a packet of seeds and tossing them at Minato and Messiah, Osamu had Horus launch a blast of bright light - not a laser, just bright light - at said packet, causing the seeds to sprout and grow into overdrive, transforming into a mass of writhing vines that fed on magical energy!

@Letter Bee

"that does not make you no less adorable... even if you are kinda mind raping me to talk" gin says with a laugh, giving mewtwo one last vigorous petting before asking "so... are pokemon real here?... I came from a place where they were only in video games and manga..." as he completely ignores the fighting while he talks with mewtwo

<Not in this universe,> Mewtwo decided to be unusually patient, <We came here via inter-universe transport.>

@supertinyking
As Maka dropped to the ground Khaine immediately followed up, refusing to be distracted from his prey. With a flash of light, a burning hot trident appeared in his hand, fresh from the forge. Making full use of the opening in his opponent's defences, Khaine slammed the trident through her chest, pinning her to the ground below with the three hooked spikes even as the burning heat scorched her wounds. Of course he knew this would not kill her, but it would contain her, at least for a bit. It seemed that another opponent had made themselves known, and he would need to maintain his focus.

"So you are Gram the Gentle Fist? You are the one who has been sent to defeat me?" Khaine looked over his opponent. While clearly not human, it was another mortal race, born from pitiful flesh. But even amongst the mortal races great warriors can arise, and this figure held himself as one who had seen many battles. Composed and graceful, every muscle ready to react. To fight does not make a warrior. To be a warrior was to live for battle, to breathe in death and breathe out blood. It was to be the paragon of war, the embodiment of wrath, to be the wall upon which your enemies break themselves and the hammer that strikes them down. And, for the first time since coming here, Khaine found himself faced with a Warrior. A man who lived to kill, and killed to live. No amount of determination, no amount of regret, could remove that look from his eyes, or that edge from his stance. "..... very well. Let's do this. Perhaps you will prove to be a true challenge."

Reaching out, Khaine called forth the Rending Eye. A massive greatsword over two meters long erupted from the ground, the blackened blade seeming to glare with malevolent force. As if the lives it had taken stuck to it like residue, a foul aura that never left. The scent of a billion lives lost, of civilisations crushed and worlds turned to dust. It was the scent of war. And as Khaine drew up the massive blade, Gram knew that he would not be able to win this fight as a pacifist. The Sons of Baal were tireless, merciless, and without fear. Two had entered this orb, and one way or another, one of the two was going to die.

@thewizardguy
"..We will fight, but not here. If we were to fight within the hive, we would risk collapsing the tunnel in on ourselves, and I doubt you'd wish to be robbed by a mass of rock trapping you, and I. We will battle outside, and we shall turn the soil red before our battle ends..." Gram says. "For you, will not face Gram of the gentle fist...you carry the smell of the inferno with you. Today, you face Gram, the last Tarkatan....and I will show you the mercy of being broken against a foe unlike any you have met before..." He adds, before noting Maka pinned to the ground. Reaching over, Gram grabs the trident, steam rising out of his grip, but he does not flinch, as he knelt down.
"Hmph. Barbs. Something that rips on the way out? Where's the challenge in that?" He asks, as he pinches the trident's points off of the rest of the weapon, and then carefully works them out of Maka, showing an almost unnatural control of his strength. Now free, Maka scrambles back, her eyes showing fear of the Dreadlord. Gram then rises, and looks to Khaine. "Follow me...." He says, walking towards the Hive's exit.

@Letter Bee @Tyki @ShadowVentus

"...Ok, one second, yo, dude, don't invade the pokemon's personal space...." Tiny says, before looking at the digimon. "Oi, did I say I was gonna fight yet? No. Also, cat one, adorable. I would pet it, if you all didn't intend to kill me with them..."
Reaching down into the ground, Tiny pulls out a sword made of the floor, spinning around the blade, smirking a bit. "You there, silver hair, didn't your momma ever teach you to not cut people off?" He asks, spinning around the odd patchwork blade. However, suddenly, he throws it at one of the Digimon summoners, Hikari, intending to pierce her heart, it speeding up rapidly, until 20 feet out, which afterwards it slows down rapidly, his powers no longer effecting it. This of course, was still speeding forwards like a bullet. Of course, this was not unstoppable.

@Letter Bee @Tyki @ShadowVentus

"...Ok, one second, yo, dude, don't invade the pokemon's personal space...." Tiny says, before looking at the digimon. "Oi, did I say I was gonna fight yet? No. Also, cat one, adorable. I would pet it, if you all didn't intend to kill me with them..."
Reaching down into the ground, Tiny pulls out a sword made of the floor, spinning around the blade, smirking a bit. "You there, silver hair, didn't your momma ever teach you to not cut people off?" He asks, spinning around the odd patchwork blade. However, suddenly, he throws it at one of the Digimon summoners, Hikari, intending to pierce her heart, it speeding up rapidly, until 20 feet out, which afterwards it slows down rapidly, his powers no longer effecting it. This of course, was still speeding forwards like a bullet. Of course, this was not unstoppable.

"Cat Laser!" Gatomon shouts, hopefully intercepting the sword with a beam of light that was, well, as fast as light, which might - might - slow down the blade enough to allow Hikari to roll away, while Patamon would let loose his own attack, a burst of air fast enough to hit Tiny, and strong enough to throw the mercenary off his feet!

@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Wraithblade6@kishin asura

Before the tactician can even respond to Ilyndriel, another person pops up from the woodwork, making quick work of the dense shadow barrier he had set up. Gram taking out the dome with only one punch was the least of Michael’s worries. He was more concerned at the possible amount of damage these two warriors would cause to the structure of this area if they chose to exchange blows here. However, fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case, for Gram seemed to be walking towards the exit. Hopefully, Khaine would follow suit.
“Your heart is in the right place, there’s no doubt about that. However, Khaine is a warrior. It is in his very being to fight. To kill those that stand in one’s way is a means of survival for him..I hope you can understand why I now believe that it is in our best interest to allow Gram to settle this matter. One way or another, peace will claim this place once again...whether it’s through their hands, or by my own..” Michael claims, these last few words, causing his shadowy aura to grow slightly, the shadows of the people he is currently bound to beginning to warp around their respective owners, these people now being trapped by very sturdy cages created from shadows. “That should keep them preoccupied for a while…” He states.

@supertinyking

As Asura watched, he could only think of how gram easily broke, the shadow barrier, but then focused on getting to maka

@supertinyking@Letter Bee@ShadowVentus

"the adults are speaking, silence yourselves children" gin says evenly, everyone but himself and mewtwo finding themselves face planting almost instantaneously, probably saving hikari in all honesty. "now what's this about interdimensional travel?" gin adds, turning back around to speak with mewtwo again