(10 Episodes Later)It Was a Good Duel
“It’s over Rodrigo, your armies have been routed—”The favela was burning. Corpses of paradox cloned mercenaries and undead mutant cyborgs littered black charred stumps of what had once been homes for the city’s criminal underclass or worse, fallen drones and battered tanks, the remains of prehistoric monsters that had been modified beyond recognition with alien technology that’d dared to combat them. And above it all he loomed…
“—How many more people are willing to sacrifice?”What had once the Technolich of Rio de Genero hovered over the scene with distended glass limbs. Only vaguely reminiscent of the man that it had once been with a great hollow cackle that ringed throughout its broad chest, glowing blue bones branching off likes the roots of a weed, clinging to the glass prison that now encased it and desperate to spread out into the wider world around them.
“In the name of Justice?” Rodrigo glared through the cracked visor of his power armor.
“All of them!”[Father Wolf is ready to deploy… are you sure about this captain?]
The sound of distant gunfire was constant as the Black Dogs continued to fight back against Hector’s newfound allies but they were losing ground, if things didn’t change they’d lose more than a fight, they were going to look weak in front of all the other Mega Corporations back in Neo Babylon and weak was the last thing you wanted to be in the middle of a shark tank like that—
“Deploy Father Wolf, now!”A crackling red tear in time-and-space appeared just as it had many times before when depositing Black Dog mercenaries but unlike before this one was huge, and it was growing bigger, five black fingers tore their way out of a hole too small to fit them and gripped the side before they began
pulling to the right and tearing the portal at its seams. Seconds later when it was enough to fit, a second hand appeared reaching out and scooping Rodrigo off the ground as the body of an impossibly tall humanoid machine stomped its way out into the burning favela one tremor at a time. At its peak, Father Wolf stood five-hundred feet tall with a jet-black finish, jagged edges, and a head vaguely reminiscent of a dogs complete with erect and upright wolf ears. Any of Hector’s undead mutants that tried to attack it in a fit preemptive of fright were promptly pulverized beneath their own weight with a simple gesture—
“Father Wolf, devour!”And in front of the first black blossom of zero-point energy began to grow…
“You’re insane…”In this fractured vision of Earth it would take the people Neo Babylon weeks to learn about the devastation that had taken place in Brazil…But It’s Time to Close the Curtain
“Not bad, Kru, but while you were playing with your zombies and your dinosaurs I managed to assemble all five pieces of the Machine God, Lombardi, and per the rules that means I automatically win—”Beramode had been on the verge of losing. His life points were such that even the weakest monster in Kru’s deck could have taken him out in a single attack but just as stated the fifth piece of Lombardi had slid into his grasp, from whence it was hard to tell, but with its appearance the little
shadowlings that had been his minions the entire time slowly began to congeal together until they loomed over the proceedings with a mighty glower. They had a cape made of light that billowed in the wind. Appeared to wear what were a pair of razor tipped triangular shades and had hair that was made of a wavering purple flame, Lombardi had arrived, its majesty enough to make the dying stare quake. Its power such that when it did choose to attack with a thrust of its hand a beam of energy it completely demolished the very last of the
metaloid allies, his new friends now extinct, a fitting fate considering what their star would do this system within a few hours whilst Beramode turned not even giving them the benefit of watching their final moments.
“—Now then, if that’s all you have to say to me, I’ll be taking my leave.”No Complaining Now