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Omega

With the announcement of the next card, Omega was instantly teleported from the elevator to the final floor with his angelic allies. ”Now why can’t we get luck like this during a real battle?” He stated as all of them realized the good fortune they were having.

There was one piece of bad news however, and that was their current state. Omega didn’t think he’d make it to the final boss in full health, but he along with a few of the others weren’t looking too good to say the least. ”Hey, Dora. If you wouldn’t mind tossing me one of them thunder stones as well it’d be much appreciated.” Hopefully Syphax was onto something having the injured take the stones.

Grabbing the stone as it was tossed to him Omega had little time to examine it before their challenger arrived. She wasted little time creating a near hurricane in the middle of the arena lifting most of the angels up and spinning them around. Omega, on the other hand, stayed firmly on the ground despite the powerful winds. ”Did someone open a window? I’m feeling a small draft in here.” he said pretending to shudder as if he were cold.

The time for joking passed once the others began their attacks on the boss. Omega drew his guns and began firing at the warrior while running the opposite direction of the wind hoping it would make it slightly harder to predict the attacks that way.

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Balrog

Seeing one of his most powerful attacks coming back at him, Balrog raised his arms to block as much of it as he could. Though he heard the blast, he felt none of it. Dropping his guard the demon realized too late it was a distraction and that his opponent had illuded him. ”COWARD! COME BACK AND FIGHT!” Balrog roared in anger shaking the lobby. 

He soon learned she wasn’t the only one. Looking to spill angel blood to make up for the one he lost, Balrog found that none of the angels remained. It was now only the demons and Machina left on this floor. Well, angels or not, Balrog wanted to kill something, so the Machina would have to do even if they were in the middle of a trial or whatever. Locking on to the targets Balrog readied a shit load of missiles to obliterate the Machina, only to be stopped by Fran who told him to hold off with promises of a better fight if he did.

”Better than Machina?...Fine.” Balrog disengaged his rockets and instead walked to one of the elevator doors waiting for it’s return. If the fighting was done on this floor, then he had no business remaining.

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