Point Zero


  • The rage in Arthur was only partially satisfied by Zant taking a part of the Dynamite Arrow's explosive blast. But it would have to satisfy him for now- as Zant quickly turned his attention to Morgan. Before he could react, he was sent flying backwards into the dark "wall" that lay at the end of the arena.

    He only grunted as he both heard and felt a "CRACK", sliding down the wall onto the ground as he grimaced. As he stood up, he felt his back. It felt sore, and would probably bruise, but despite the sheer force that he was hurled away with Lyle's Full Over ability had helped absorb most of the potential damage that could have happened.

    "I'm gonna enjoy killing you..." The gunslinger growled under his breath, picking his dropped Bow up once again and notching another Dynamite Arrow. But before he lit the fuse, he was slowly absorbing his entire surroundings. The fury within slowly faded, replaced by a sinking realization of what was going on. The bastard was feeding on everyone's emotions- probably especially Arthur's- which was creating this cycle of doom that Arthur was only hastening.

    He scowled, his knuckles gripping the wooden bow so hard they turned white. He couldn't just give in right here and there, though- His plan to fight still stood. But he'd have to watch his temper. Cool off, turn back into the cold, unflinching outlaw that most of the Van der Linde gang "knew" him as. As he mentally began to cool off- slowly but surely- he looked around to watch the others.

    The flying woman began to shout about standing down. It certainly seemed to be the most "logical" way to go about- after all, if their attacks didn't severely affect this magic-monster, then all they were doing was shooting themselves- at times almost literally- in the foot with friendly fire. Arthur'd already contributed to three deaths. But they wouldn't beat Zant without trying an attack! Happy thoughts alone surely wouldn't win them.

    That dumbass badger had gotten himself in trouble. The bloodied animal was already being zapped to death, and meant that Zant could 1) use the giant critter as a human shield and 2) deter everyone from attacking thanks to 1. Arthur didn't plan on following the second portion, though. He slung the damn Bow over his back, pulling out his Lasso instead. He was all outta damn ideas- Arthur was going in to get Eric the hell out.

    As the nutty Yo-Yo kid, whose toy had been sliced in two just a few moments ago, shouted something about teamwork and "positivity", Arthur found himself internally agreeing with the "clown" for the first time. As Tandem began to swing his Yo-Yos, Arthur rushed back into the fight from Zant's other side, forming a two-pronged attack with the boy at the same time whilst Eric was dropped.

    TICK-TICK.

    This time, Arthur planned on staying in Deadeye for the majority of his attack until he needed to drop out. As time slowed down again, most of his senses- including his emotional feelings- quickly dulled themselves to form him as a killing machine. Morgan hurled the lasso at Zant's other hand at the same time as Tandem's own attack knowing that his efforts would probably end up being futile. The main priority was to at least buy everyone else some planning time- or something, Arthur wasn't a true tactician. The other motive was that he wasn't going to merely quit- regardless of what happened, he'd still keep fighting.
 
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Zant grew tired of fighting everyone after a while, toying with them. Sure, it was fun to display his power, but at some point he was growing tired of this... this assault. So, as more and more people attempted to attack them, they would find themselves knocked back by a large blast of dark, concussive energy. Before your very eyes, you would find Zant himself, slowly but surely floating to the top of the room, the cloth of his cloak swaying in the wind that began to build up from his presence alone.

"There is no use delaying the inevitable any further," Zant said in a whisper as he slowly lifted his arms. Any attacks on him wouldn't have even hit, as they were all blown away quickly by some invisible barrier that began to form around him. "Your hatred will surely be fruitful to reawakening him.... and your empty husks of bodies will all make wonderful creatures for our army." Zant said, as bot arms were now firmly lifted in front of him. A large, all encompassing ball of pure Twilight began to form in his hands. Or perhaps, it was something even more than that. You weren't sure, as within a few seconds, the ball had formed to inhumane sizes. You could tell from its size alone that it could easily dwarf anyone in the room. And then...

It shot forward. Past his barrier, past any attacks or attempts made to deflect it, and landed on the ground.

"rrrrrrrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Leonardo Watch was the first one it hit. The ball of energy quickly enveloped his entire being, large ball of energy being enough to completely dwarf him in a matter of seconds. And soon, everyone else was encompassed in this ball as well.

It was over.

Zant had won the fight.

.....

Though, perhaps calling it a fight would have been a stretch.

Yes, as all of you laid upon the ground, you would find you were... well, you weren't fine, but you were unharmed. But what you had just witnessed, the being you had just fought, was standing there still. His arms were above his head as a dark substance began to envelop and shroud the entire room. Indeed, the fight you had just endured was nothing more than a mass hallucination induced by Zant so he could truly envelop this world in Twilight. Though, this still had you weakened. Zant had weakened your minds, pushed you to your limits with visions of him killing close friends and allies, all so when he chose to fulfill his ultimate plan, those who would oppose him would be too weak to stop him. Of course, those he "killed" weren't here in this room anymore... but it was hard to say if they were even dead or not.

The transition from the light world to the dark was a hard one to bear. Even Soma, who claims to be resistant to Zant's Twilight, would find himself in the compromised position alongside everyone else. Yes, only those who were truly born in the Twilight would be resistant to it. And, as luck or fate would have it, none of you shared that strong point. As such, you all found yourselves collapsed upon the ground, hardly able to even breathe as the light began to, quite literally, fade around you.

"Gah!" Leo exclaimed, saliva falling out his mouth as he found the air around him restrictive. His vision was blurred and he struggled to even move, his arms and legs shaking as he attempted to desperately crawl forward. "N-no..." Leo muttered under his breath, his head so heavy that he could hardly even think, let alone the Twilight that began to fill the boy's lungs, making it impossible for him to breathe at all. His eyes, though useless as far as their power was concerned, flickered over to his allies such as Tandem, Ike, and Willow. People he hadn't even talked to that much, though still shared decent conversation with. What would become of them?

His thoughts then flickered to back home. He would never get to see Zapp, Klaus, Chain, K.K., or any of the other Libra members again. Tears began to well up in his eyes as his thoughts then thought of his sister. He had promised her he would regain her sight, he had set out his entire life's work to do that damnit! He never asked to be here! Asked to be thrown into this! And now he would never be able to see her again! And as the last of Leo's consciousness faded away into the Twilight, he could only mutter one thing...

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"S-sis.... I'm... I'm sorry..."

And then, everything went black.

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Before you can accomplish anything... it’s all over... you can’t see anything... you can’t feel anything, smell, hear.. nothing... you try to move your hands, but you have no idea if anything is there... there... must not be anything, because you can see perfectly in the dark... you theoretically, were walking around... but the truth was you were probably doing absolutely nothing... you were disappointed really... you couldn’t have done anything to stop Zant... all that confidence building, all those obstacles you got over, were for nothing, were they... Soleil... you never... got to tell him after all... you never got to tell him that... he wasn’t meant for you. And you weren’t meant for him. And you never apologized to Milky Way. You’d never SEE Milky Way. Never ever again. You’d never be able to talk to him, TELL him how much you really loved him.. so you do the last thing in your power.. you call out... you can’t hear your voice... not sure if anyone else can... but you call out for Alphonse, that other ike, tandem maybe... even that Zabo Guy.... wonder what happened to him..

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Slumping down, the dog sighs "Guess this is it" he muses. He thought of all that lead the group to this point. How he'd fought bravely even after being so scared to fail. He smiled slightly at the thought. Even if he had failed in the end, he'd done his best. He'd believed not only in himself but everyone else in the group. Sure, he was going to die here, but at least he was surrounded by people who stood up for what they believed in.

"There are worse ways to go," he says, closing his eyes. He thought back to his friends, Lammy, PJ, Sunny. He let his mind wander to everyone who'd helped him along his way, Master Onion, Moosesha, Cheap Cheap, even Guru Ant.

He hoped they'd be proud of him for doing his best.

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TANDEM, THE ITALIAN SWINDLER
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The Italian Swindler was blown back by the blast of dark energy but he manages to flip and land on his feet out of pure luck, looks like that attack attempt didn't work but he tried his best and you have to give him credit for that. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and glared at Zant as he started to slowly float into the air, wondering what he'll do next since this guy is a box of surprises, he's the deadliest enemy they came across even, Killer Croc and Deathstroke has nothing on this guy which made him wonder why S.H.I.E.L.D only sent one guy to help us in this mission, they could've at least brought the guy with the metal suit to help the gang because he seemed to be more powerful than Ant-Man but he guesses he's just too busy.

Zant then started rambling about something, Tandem didn't really pay attention that much because he just wanted to fight this guy and beat him down, he didn't want to hear what he has to say but he heard something about armies? Whatever. He just wanted him to come down from the air and fight him like a man! He glared at him until his face went from a smug, battle-ready smile to a face of fear as Zant shot the ball of twilight, it was too big to dodge because that thing is HUGE, forcing Tandem to back away instinctively before trying to run away but it was too late for that, he was already engulfed. Tandem didn't want to die in this place, he doesn't even like the people around here! He wanted to peacefully die by old age instead of getting viciously murdered by a person he can't even put up a real fight against.

There's no use though, this is probably the end for him, he never thought he'd get killed like this. He let out an irritated sigh and closed his eyes, he'll hope that this death is quick and painless. Hazel, Tayne, they can go on without him, they'll take his place as a master thief and hopefully, they'll never have to face the faith that Tandem is given. No need to cry over this, maybe it's for the best that he died because the Cops and Bounty Hunters are getting more aggressive and determined to catch him and who knows what they'll do to him if they managed to catch him for his crimes of stealing and occasional street fighting with his two pals.

He cracked one last smile.
"Party's over, ladies and gentlemen."​
 
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    Just like that, everything Arthur'd fought for- everything his team had fought for- was about to end. There was nothing he could do- nothing anyone could do- to stop the Zant bastard as everyone was engulfed in the blast before being thrown onto the ground, nearly drained of everything. Nine folks had died during the fight- many of them innocent- and now everyone else was going to fall.

    And chances were that everyone else- not just the folk in this world, but likely worlds far beyond Arthur's own personal comprehension- would be in trouble. John, Sadie, Charles... Everyone in Arthur's old world would stand no chance if they were caught by surprise by this Zant. So would many other worlds, if they were remotely close to what 1899 America was like. He had to try. Try one last bravado.

    A soft "Rrrrrgh" was all that escaped Morgan's mouth as he tried to pull himself out of his prone position. He couldn't. He felt weak again- as weak as he had way back when. He couldn't get up. Couldn't grab his second wind. Any energy left was gone- maybe truly for good this time. No getting out of a zapped position thanks to a Midna- who Arthur couldn't see- nor being jumped out from worlds. He really lost.

    Maaaay I...
    Stand unshaken...    ​

    His feeble hand slowly reached towards his holster. If he couldn't move, the least he could do was try to delay the inevitable. Hope someone else with more superpowers than him had a clear shot. Someone could stand up. Even though he could barely breathe, he felt the cold steel of the Schofield Revolver brush his fingertips. He just had to draw it out. Draw it out, try to get out of this darkness washing over him, practically smothering any and all light that was around him and the others. This time, the "darkest before dawn" statement didn't apply. After this, there would be no dawn- just permanent blackness.

    Amidst...
    Amidst a crash of worlds...    ​

    Just like his last moments before being thrown into this new world, seconds turned into minutes. Arthur's hand grew more and more sluggish, like he was moving through molasses or Deadeye- but this time, he wasn't in control. Everything was slipping out of his grasp. He found it harder to breathe by the second... his body slowly shutting down again. And there was absolutely nothing he could do this time. He truly was powerless. Despite fighting to his literal last breath, he had given it his all- and even that wasn't enough.

    May I...
    Stand unshaken...    ​

    He finally found the strength to pull his single-action shooter out of its holster, but as he aimed his gun he felt his body finally giving in to the literal darkness. The six-shooter fell to the ground, the metal clattering as it bounced slightly out of reach. Not that it mattered, anyways- the gunslinger's consciousness was slipping out. The only things running through his mind weren't fine times- it were of those who fell. Everyone's deaths flickering through his mind- All those brutal ends would never find closure. None of the kids or civilians in this team would get to go home, live normal lives. Nobody would remember them in this foreign world.

    "D-Damn... Damn us both..." His voice rasped, just loud enough likely for all his teammates to hear him. Arthur would probably be damned in whatever afterlife there was- but he hoped that Zant would eventually get his own dues, and end up being damned too. After his "final" words were spoken, his head slowly lowered itself to the ground as even his sheer willpower wasn't enough to keep his body going.

    Amidst...
    Amidst a crash of worlds...    ​

    This time, Arthur hadn't won. He'd lost. It was like a cruel recreation of his fate- but twisted into a darker, hopeless ending. No sunrise awaited him or the others- nor true closure for those who fell before him. No happy endings. No glory. No accomplishments. Just his final breaths, final regrets, and final moments before this whole world- and everywhere else- would likely be taken over by this monster that stood in front of him. He fought to keep his eyelids open, but they slowly closed themselves as he seemingly gave in. This time, there likely would be no new adventures awaiting him.

    It was over.​
 
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Jerome was arguably one of the strongest, if not most determined, in the group. Even so, this deluge of twilight, was too much. His shield flickered and gave way, and he felt multiple parts of his armor spark and give with his shields. He stood, the motion taking all of his energy. He intended on firing his laser, one last time.......

But he was too weak. Grabbing for the laser was almost impossible, as the suit's oxygen reserves were quickly contaminated by the impending darkness. He made a fumbling motion to grab the handle, and missed. The suit's automated holster system failed, releasing both of the magnums and laser onto the ground with a loud CLANG! that would've shaken everyone had they the ability to react.

The faces and names of all of the seventy-five children Jerome had grown up with and served beside, flashed through his head. Douglas,Alice, Daisy, Ralph, Soren, John, Kelly, Linda, Fred, Samuel, Musa.......all of them. He struggled despite having no air left to struggle with, falling to his knees as the suit's motor control systems began to fail. He struggled despite there being no reason left to struggle. Spartans didn't fear death. Spartans feared failure, and the fear that they failed, and the knowledge that his fears were founded in the basis of the reality in front of him.......scared him.

For once in his life, Jerome was genuinely scared. He wasn't this bone-chilled scared when he fought the flood, alone, on the Spirit of Fire. He wasn't this scared when the Banished warlord, Atriox, almost killed him, Alice, and Douglas.

He closed his eyes, and let the darkness wash over him. There was nothing left, but to let it end.

He made a mental log, the suit taking only every other syllable as he fought to talk.

"Spart....Spartan dash....zero-nine-two......Mission failure.
Do....not....come here.
Declaring.....Bloody Arrow.....eff....."

He felt his eyes close as he felt his strength begin to finally ebb from him

"...effective...immediately."

Jerome fell forward, and closed his eyes.
 
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Eric



Defeat.

That's a funny word, isn't it? No one likes using it. Probably because no one likes losing. Death? Even scarier. If you ask someone if they've ever been afraid of death and they say no, they're either a liar or a psychopath. But, truth is... we all gotta face it some day.

I cough for the umpteenth time, spewing a film of mucus and brown-and-black blood on the ground. The last thing I remember was fainting after being choked out by Zant, and now, here I am, laying on the cold floor, my light draining from my veins. I look around with all the strength I have left. Everyone around me is similarly being sapped of their life, and unlike a lot of stories would lead you to believe, there's no knight in shining armor standing between us and Zant.

Something inside of me stirs, rising up. Not some newfound power, no, but... a chuckle. A chuckle that turns into a weak laugh. And it hurts. It hurts so much, but at the same time feels so good.

I could've died back in Serene Village, giving up on life under the soft sheets of a warm bed and puking myself to death. Maybe then I could've said one last goodbye to the Expedition Society, Wigglytuff's Guild, the Thani Guild, Nuzleaf. Maybe more. Instead, I'm laying here, fading away into the Twilight surrounded by people I never really got to talk to. Funny...

Serene Village...

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...I can still remember sitting there with Riolu under his favorite tree, watching the world below the hill go by. That's where this all began, all those years ago. I've met so many new, interesting Pokémon and people since then.

So many.

"You guys..." I stammer, voice no louder than a whisper. Though no one can see it, I'm smiling. "...you're alright."

Even after I disappear from here...

I will never forget you...​
 
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Actions: Attempting and failing to self-destructActions: Accepting destruction
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"Warning. Chances of positive outcome are rapidly dropping."
"I can see that! Oh well, this unit can be replaced anyways."
Praetorian's response to its certain destruction was one of alarm and... hopelessness. The big machine knew that it wasn't returning to base. The calculations grew steadily more and more likely that the figure would be victorious.
Praetorian's damaged systems attempted to perform one final act. The SPARK futilely attempted to detonate the Blaster Bomb its BIT carried in an effort to destroy itself to deny the enemy its designs.
"Self-destruct initiating."
"Error. BIT offline. Shutting... down... XCOM... I have served as long as I could..."
Praetorian's "eyes" slowly turned dark as the machine's systems went offline.

Julian, on the other hand, grudgingly accepted that it wasn't returning to base. To be honest, it was a relief. Julian still remembered the overglorified brainwashing it went through by XCOM, how it was forced to serve those damned guerillas and reduced to insults. Perhaps finally it could taste true freedom.
"Well, I suppose this is where this unit's service ends."
"You know, I would make some extremely cheesy one-liner about how I'm going to die, but let's be honest. I'm a robot. A-aaand my systems are failing..."
Julian's eyes flickered to darkness, as Julian got out one final sentence.
"Not... how I thought... this unit's service... would end."
With that, Julian's systems shut off.
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Blake Belladonna

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a n g u i s h .

INVENTORY/POWERS

- Gambol Shroud
- Aura (broken)
- Shadow
- Faunus Traits

MUSIC


"I--I..."

H--How do I put this..?

"I didn't want to make the same m--mistake in my past. Rin. Len. Now, hide."

...Now, no longer is the time No more killing. No more death. No more suffering.

No...MORE!

I swipe at blank damned air, right at that monster, that piece of shit! Then I ran right at him! Right here! ...Th--Then..? I stab at him. It didn't even matter if I passed through him, that spiteful monster! All I care about, is that he will PAY! Do you hear me, Zant?! DO YOU?! And I don't care a single bit, not at all in the whole world, about how we can't even affect you! All I care about is that you pay! You're just like that monster, Adam, but worse! I--...

Oh no. Did my attack go through that looming ball of darkness? Shit! Now it's Leo who needs saving, except...

Except it was the burning child, for the third tim--

"AGH!"

It's now me who's sharing his fate...

So is Arthur.
So is that poor dog, Parappa.
So is everyone else.

I can't even... I can't even do anything! I can't...

No. It's happening again...

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Little did the Faunus know, it was fighting Adam back in Beacon Academy all over again.

She laid on the ground, defenseless. Just then, a tear had fallen out of her yellow eyes. Simply put, there was nothing she and the group could do. Not even when everyone was yet to fight. Not even when Katrina was still burning. Not even when Midna was sent to talk to the wall.

Not even.

As she felt her Aura breaking away in a futile attempt to protect against the looming Twilight over her, she began to recall happy memories.

From a time when all she had to do was deal with only one evil overlord.

"Blake..."

"Your mother and I will always love you."

"You were right! I shouted at you, and yelled at you. But you were right... I called you cowards!"

"It's okay..."

"Mommy... Daddy..."

Blake cried out to her parents.

"So, Blake...heh. What are you doing here?"

"I... I was gonna ask you three the same thing."

"That's... A long story."

"Well... I'm not going anywhere."

"That's all that matters. That we're all here together."

"Right?"

"R--Ruby..."

Blake cried out to Ruby.

Then, as her Aura finally broke, she had already completely given up. Nothing to do, anymore. Only a vain cry for help is possible now. Then, she asked, as the last of her was engulfed.

"...You here?"

.....

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Alphonse Elric
Before Alphonse could get to Ike, he found himself being absorbed into a giant ball of darkness. In mere seconds from standing on his feet the suit of armor was splayed onto the ground. Any accumulated dents or bumps he had obtained during their fight with Zant was all lost. Did...did they even fight? Was it all for nothing? It took an immense amount of energy to try and crane his neck in search for either Ike or Ritsu. He had promised to protect them. He couldn't let them die! Ritsu had those she cared about back at her home and Ike had even proven himself in Al's eyes to be the real thing. This can't end now! Winry, Pinako, Mustang's unit, Izumi, May, Ling, and everyone else were counting on them, they were going to get their bodies back. He was going to experience the world again. Eat new food, smell scents he hadn't smelled in years, and finally be able to hold his own brother in his arms and feel him. And Edward, he was going to have his lost limbs back, they were going to finally be whole again. He couldn't leave them all now!

It took more effort than what Alphonse to offer had to move, but he could barely hear the scared shouts coming from Ike. As his last signs of consciousness began to fade like a flickering candle, Alphonse wavering thoughts drifted to his late mother. While neither he or his brother were all that religious, in his final moments Alphonse hoped that some afterlife would allow him to finally see her again. It was the only solace he had in the last moments before death.
"Brother....I'm...sorry......."
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Ritsu​

If Ritsu were to close her eyes, she would be met with a never-ending list—never-ending was inaccurate, she knew the exact number of currently corrupted systems, sixty-one, and yet she wished she didn’t—of errors. Yet it was more bearable than keeping her eyes open. It was not the status of her broken body that troubled her but rather the outcome of the fight, and the void that enveloped her in its cold embrace.

They had lost.

Despite everything, they had lost.

The AI stared down at her hands, and her lips twisted into a sardonic smile as she witnessed herself glitching uncontrollably. Even now, her body still crackled with jolts of electricity, trying so desperately to keep her online, but she knew that she was only delaying the inevitable.

As her systems began to shut down, she flitted through the memories in her database for what was possibly the last time. One by one they appeared before her in hazy imagery, haunting her with their existence, and as more came, she began losing track of them. For every new reminiscence that came to light, another was locked away deep within her programming, as though to protect them from the nothingness that surrounded her even if it meant that she wouldn't be able to access them—not until her systems were repaired and she found herself waking up once more, however unlikely that may be.

And then the memories she treasured began disappearing, began fading. She saw them once before they vanished, unhesitatingly hidden far beyond her reach. The things she enjoyed, the things she loved. She could no more remember them than her age, her name, not even who she was.

The last few recollections were the ones that she cherished most. Within them were the same faces, the same smiles, the same people. Her former classmates, her former teachers, even Alphonse and the other people she found herself stuck with. She held them close to her, clutched them tight like an artist would the last clean fragments of a vandalized masterpiece. She couldn't risk losing these to the void, and thus, they were locked away.

Gone like everything else about her.

The last one now. The very last. An image of a yellow bipedal octopus holding an accepting tentacle out to her. The image began to fade. She reached out for it, trying to claw it back, knowing that locking it away was necessary, but trying anyways. Her last thought was stained with pained acceptance even as they were laden with weary defiance.

'Koro...sense—'

Her screen flickered, before finally turning black as the buzz of electricty died out.

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Lyle Walt




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    He couldn't protect anyone.

    Porter was stuck under the pillar. Its retreat was hindered. He activated Full Drive. The world slowed down, but it still wasn't enough. He activated Full Burst. His muscles screamed as it displayed feats beyond its capacity, but it still wasn't enough.

    Nothing was enough.

    He lost. Just like during his duel against Celes, everything he did was futile. His vision was dotted with black. No strength was left to distinguish the black of Twilight from the black of his fading consciousness. He couldn't lose conscious. No, he couldn't afford to.

    A grunt escaped Lyle's mouth. His mind was too dazzled to control his own mana. He struggled to stay awake. Staying awake, nothing else. Darkness slowly robbed his sight, but he forced himself awake. He tried to move his right hand. Something was there, in his grip.He focused on the feeling of the grip. It was cold and thin. He tightened his hold. A sharp pain ran through his hand.

    Blood flowed freely from his hand as Lyle gripped the blade of his weapon. He was bleeding, huh. Come to think of it, he hadn't bled at all since he arrived in this universe. Lyle caught the glow of his Jewel from his peripheral vision. As his consciousness started to escape his body, a realisation dawned upon him.

    "I should have brought my katana... and not sabre."

    The Jewel stole his consciousness.

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    Lyle awakened in a circular room, sitting on one end of an oval table. At the centre of table was a globe, showing the view of world outside from the Jewel. Seven weapons hovered at the sides of the table. Heavy sword. Bow. Sword. Flying daggers. Chain sword. Glaive. Flintlock. The weapons of his ancestors were his only companion in the Jewel.

    He lost. Lyle reclined himself on the chair. This was what he amounted to without his friends, huh. If Shannon was here, she would have seen through the true nature of Twilight before it was too late. If Clara was here, she would have controlled Porter more efficiently. If Novem was here...

    "No use in thinking about 'if's," Lyle sighed dejectedly. The globe showed Zant hovering in the room enveloped in darkness. No sound was transmitted through, but he wasn't sure if sound would make any difference.

    Three years into his reign and he would died in a foreign universe, thought Lyle bitterly. He wondered how Walt Empire would held on without him. It probably wouldn't. Ludmilla and Lianne would seek to usurp the throne. Miranda and Novem... they probably would unite to form an opposing faction. The merchants behind Vera would use his absence to expand their influence.

    The world would once again descended into chaos and war and nothing he could do about it.

    Lyle stretched his body and stood up. The room had no exit, but it had one door, right behind Lyle's seat. He pushed the door open. The scene around him changed.

    The room of memory. It was the room Lyle was confined for five years. The bedroom, and the yard you could see from it, were the spaces he was permitted to move in. The room had excessive amount of books. Lyle picked a book a random and flipped through it.

    His childhood memory rarely showed that of a happy memory. He never left his room, accompanied by no one. Shunned by the servants, belittled by his sister, ignored by his parents. A neglected child.

    Lyle smiled fondly as he read through the familiar book. He flopped on his bed and lazily read through it. Unlike the past heads, his memory was devoid of warmth. It lacked struggle and only showed a period of stillness. He found it alright.

    Dying alone in his state of abandonment, it was alright.



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Soma Cruz

Soma...everyone...has fallen. It was all too sudden, and no one couldn't stop him. If Soma could have let his rage consumed him, but it in the end, the result would be the same regardless. "Hammer...Yoko...Julius...Genya...Mina, I'm sorry..." His last thought before he falls on his untimley demise. The Dark Lord Incarnate is dead, the cycle of revenge broken. But hey, at least he did not die from the hands of a whip-lashing warrior or would continue what he was supposed to be destined to be by the very first time he steps into Castlevania.

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As the attack approched, Ike released a wave of divine energy, only to stare in shock as it broke like water upon a cliffside. Ike fell to his knees under the tide of darkness. Ragnell, the divine blade, being used as a crutch, the flames dying out. His body shakes as his power fades. How could it have gone so wrong, were they being toyed with from the start? This cursed realm, it's power suffocating even Yune's light. "Mist... Everyone... I'm sorry. This is the..." His words fail as his body falls, darkness taking his vision as his awareness leaves him.
 


Nothing. It had all amounted to nothing. Takemi lay crumpled on the ground, shaking as the Twilight began to engulf her, too scared to blink in case it was her last. They’d accomplished nothing in this fight, and now it was over. The choking despair surrounded her. As she tried to call out to Rin or Len or anyone else whose name she managed to think of, her voice cracked before it could even leave her throat. She couldn’t even crawl towards them. Her body refused to move. She couldn’t even tell where anyone was within the enveloping Twilight.

In her last moments, her thoughts returned to her parents, and her friends. There’d be no body to discover, no evidence of death, suicide, or kidnaping. Would they hold on to hope that she’d be found one day, or would they move on to grief? She thought of her mother burning incense for her, and tears rolled down her face. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. There were still things she needed to do. Hotaru, Yuzuki, Manami, they’d been relying on her. To leave them all so suddenly, what were they supposed to do? She wanted to spend more time with them. She wanted to keep going to school with them. She wanted to --

She wanted to live.
 
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    -What are you prepared to sacrifice-

    The words echoed through Psycho's head. The former marine failed his mission. He let Nomad down, he'd let everyone he ever knew down. As he stared down, he had slammed the ground in frustration. Everything he knew failed. Would anybody even miss him back home? He'd always walked in the shadow of Nomad or even Prophet even when it came to Cyph hunting back home.

    This was it, as the twilight enveloped him and anyone he knew from here.

    No.. There was something more out there..

    He had to live

    He had to go home..

    Damnit, he wasn't supposed to cry.

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~Hint for the Goal~​

Rin had squinted at SheepKing SheepKing for a bit. Despite the boy's answer, the vocaloid girl was sure that something had been bothering him. She stood there in full silence for a whole minute, just staring deeply into the other's... eye holes? Eye holes, sure let's go with that. Should she press on? Ehhhh but they barely know each other! And it wasn't as if she was good with words... Words were her brother's department. Oh well, she doesn't want to be rude either...

"Oh, okay then~!", she sing-a-sung getting back to petting Birb Birb 's hair and listening to what he was talking about, something about being able to come back from the dead, making conversation she added her own take into it, "Technically, Rin can't die either... If someone were to rebuild Rin and give the new body my memory files, I guess it would be pretty similar... I wonder if anyone would be able to tell the difference?"

"Uh-uh", Len shook his head at Veradana Veradana in reply, "Not worry, more like curiosity. Your behavior was different than the one recorded, so I wondered what was the reason after such a change."

He sat beside her on the spot motioned, giving her a thankful nod, then eyeing the device attentively while he listened to her explanations. So that's what had come from the Monitor Room. The male vocaloid had indeed seen Lyle get some items from there, but he had been too busy with the low power issue to ask about it... The overall design of it made it look like a gun, though the knobs were odd for one, and the on switch sealed the deal. The start of it was rather straight too, maybe some kind of projector? If it was designed to work with the Tesseract it could be a dimensional portal projector. It could be their ticket home.

"Do you mind if I take a look?", the teen's attempt to dissuade the boy had only had the opposite effect, his mind running with the probable hypothesis and collected data, his eyes begged to be given the device and the girl had definitely noticed it.

With the apparatus in his hands, Len made sure to handle it very softly, beginning to rotate it around looking for any piece that could get pulled apart without breaking the thing or screw holes. Dang it! His tools were back home, shoot. He was sure that he hadn't done anything odd with it, but when the device had started vibrating, emitting noises and flashing lights Len had panicked. 'I swear it wasn't me!', he had let out confused.

So, projector had been a close guess. Apparently, the thing had been set to watch over Cobblepot's office, he seemed occupied with some documents. Whether or not this footage was old or in real-time was hard to say. Ultimately, with Damafaud Damafaud 's clearance, Leo's speech and Midna's sound logic, the group had decided to move on, towards the location of the vault that the returned from the dead had. Len, had a bad feeling. It was too quiet, everything seemed again, too easy. It was a trap, there was no way that this wasn't a trap... It was like the end of a video-game, the hardest battle was surely about to come still.

He wouldn't say it, Rin didn't have to know. He didn't want to steal the hope from her.

When Leo asked if they were ready, the twins looked at each other and nodded. They were going home, and see everyone again. Also Rin really wanted some ice-cream. Swiping their consoles until the instrument database screen, the vocaloid pair nodded at Leo and Midna:

"Ready."


~Vault Trapped~​

Remember when Len said they were definitely walking into a trap? He had fucking called it.

The Tesseract had been right there, in front of them, as soon as the metallic door had gone down. But it hadn't been the only thing they had met. The knight guy, the one from the conversation they had overheard had sent Midna away as she had tried to reach for the energy cube. There was something off about the room, like a dark, yet invisible haze had just started pouring in. Rin took cover behind her brother, peeking from behind nervously. They felt, tingly? And painful. It was a new sensation that machines like them normally would have not felt.

And then it started.

Leo called out the figure, the room's draft picked up, the lights exploded. Len brought an arm to his face to avoid any glass shards and Rin had yelped and burrowed her face on his shirt. And then Katrina spontaneously combusted. Before everyone's eyes, the teenager and her pokemon screamed as they were burned to a crisp. Rin let out a 'no!', Len couldn't stop watching the cruel bonfire execution, the reflection of the flames dancing in his terrified optics.

They were going to die. Oh, Buddha, protect our souls and A.I., he was so so sorry. This was the final boss and the party wasn't prepared...

Leon and Yuma had also been killed, pierced by spikes made of a dark substance. Probably Twilight, which Hugo Strange had been trying to tell them about. Was this a result of the experiment or... Oh fuck him, he was about to become scrap metal and even then he couldn't help but try and put pieces together. You live as a nerd, you die as a nerd. Rin would have mocked him about it, if she had been in any condition to do so.

The fight started and both of the twins were paralyzed with fear. Even if they used Spec here, what good would that do? Could they even win?? They watched as every single attack and effort was ignored, absorbed or dodged. At the start, a lot of the member of the team seemed to have a similar reaction, stepping back to plan or cope with things. Parappa said cool words, Ike yelled at Alphonse asking to get launched? Blake told everyone to stay back and watch. Good idea, Len hadn't planned on moving anyway.

Meanwhile, Rin was attached to his shirt like a lost, scared child, well, she was one of those things for sure, as she muttered words like 'no', 'why', 'we just wanted to get home, 'they just wanted to get home', inconsolable. Once more, she had been robbed of her last strips of hope, and once more she'd take long to go over it.

Erik seemed to know who he was talking to. Perhaps the enemy had already been dealt with in the world the odd animal creature had come from. He was trying to start a conversation, with someone who didn't seem like they were up to pacifism. Arthur, however, had been the opposite seemingly having gone mad with the last few deaths and launching a barrage of bullets towards the knight guy. Alphonse had also tried something with pillars erupting from the ground and the ceiling.

Nothing worked! And then suddenly, a piece of the pillar was being sent towards their way. Rin was still grabbing tightly to his clothing. He couldn't move.

Len was prepared for impact when Blake shouted at them to get out of the way, both jerking their heads on her direction. The Nekomimi swordswoman tackled them, the brother lost his footing and the twins went down like a pair of previously standing dominoes. Alphonse's scream pierced through the noise around the room like an arrow, a nerve-wracking guttural scream of pure despair. This was hell. People dropped like flies, all of their efforts were being chuckled away as if a child's play, Rin's body was pinning her brother's onto the ground as she tried to cover her headset, trying to dissociate herself from the senseless slaughter. She couldn't.

Explosions, shots, slashes, punches... The cacophony of the battlefield was overwhelming, Len's processor was burning trying to keep up with everything, only able to hold his distressed sister and remain low with her, hoping that no other stray piece of shrapnel got to them. Dammit, the Porter was too away to move inside... There were no safe spots.

"I'm sorry", he pet Rin's head as if trying to comfort her, "We're not getting any ice-cream later."


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I was like a rogue-like had just hit Game Over. They lost, Zant had won... It wasn't just a trap, it had been a trick. They had been doomed to face someone that was way too clever and sly for them. It had been a losing battle since the start.

At first, it seemed as if even if everything was going to hell, the twins would be fine. Until their consoles started flashing all kinds of alerts, high current, virus, overheating processor, there were errors with codes here than Len had never even seemed in his 12-year life-spam before... Ah, so this was it. The machine was failing, every single component was working their hardest, beyond their limits and without a way to reverse the effects, a total breakdown was probably not too far.

The twins looked at each other, knowing very well of what was about to happen. Rin held her new cowboy hat in her arms, holding it as a safeguard. She had been the first one to break the silence:

"Len... Nee, kore de saigo nara, yasashii komori uta wo kikasetekureru no?" (Hey, if this is the end, will you let me hear a kind lullaby?)

He gave her a nod, taking a deep breath then starting to hum a childish soft tone. The girl joined in as well, reaching to caress his cheek one last time. Soft? She wondered if he felt soft even if his skin didn't sink on touch like a pillow.

"Miku-nee, Luka-san, minna... Atashi, kaetekurenakatta... Gomenne. Bokutachi wa ima de saki wo iku yo... Genki de shite ne?" (Older sister Miku, Luka, everyone... I couldn't return... Sorry. We're going before you now... Stay well, okay?)

"Rin, summanai. Boku wa kimi wo mamorenakatta, yakumei de shippai da. Ice-cream wo mou ichido kaetakatta... Suman. Konna nasakenai to dekisokonai na otouto no boku wo yurushitekudasai." (Rin, I'm incredibly sorry. I couldn't protect you, I've failed my role. I wanted to buy you ice-cream one more time... Sorry. Please forgive this pathetic and useless little brother of yours.)

Eventually, the singing had stopped, the twins remained silent, peacefully entwined as if merely sleeping.

"Ari... ga... t-" (thank yo-)

Rin only had time to let out an angelic smile in gratitude before both had their optics and LEDs turn off... perhaps for the very last time.


 
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Oswald Cobblepot was more clever than he looked.

Sure, from how it appeared, he was a mere pawn in Zant’s schemes. A role to provide enough anguish and despair for Zant to harness. It was a clever plan on Zant’s end, having discovered the fabled Tesseract through the many whispers throughout the Twilight Realm. A realm which, in layman’s terms, exists outside the multiverse. True, it is mostly connected to the lands of Hyrule, but through sheer will and determination and with the right energy source, it is possible to extend the Twilight beyond even Hyrule itself. Cobblepot’s meddling just so happened to provide the right amount of energy required to achieve such a feat. Something as powerful as an Infinity Stone would send ripples throughout the multiverse, after all.

But Cobblepot knew better than to trust this man. Sure, an army of mindless Shadow Beasts was nice and all, and they served Cobblepot well. And all Zant required in return was an object which Cobblepot knew nothing of. But it didn’t take someone like the Batman to figure out that someone like Zant had ulterior motives. It was Zant’s idea to use the Tesseract to pull in people from other universes, after all. In reality, Cobblepot didn’t even know the Tesseract could do that. So Zant’s prior knowledge of it, as well as his massive army of mindless beasts and his constant talk of a “god” made Cobblepot… uneasy, to say the least.

So, using the Twilight from the beasts that Zant had provided him, Cobblepot got to work. He began harnessing that very energy down into weapons, weapons which, when combined with unique Kryptonite energy he managed to swivel out of one Lex Luthor in one of shady business deals, would make weapons that could counteract even Zant’s attacks. And, acting under the guise the weapons would help Zant, he began work on one which would defeat Zant once his inevitable betrayal occured.

Lo and behold, Zant betrayed him. And Cobblepot casually strolled into the vault, holding what appeared to be a large rocket launcher. Only this didn’t fire rockets. A single, small glass window on the weapon’s side revealed a mixture of a black and green substance swirling inside of it. Whatever the weapon was, it was clearing the Twilight away from him as he stood. “Oi, Zant!” The man shouted. Zant peered down and scoffed at the man.


“Your services are no longer required, worm.” Zant said in a hiss. Cobblepot only chuckled.


“No, Zant. I think it’s your services that are no longer required.” Cobblepot said, before lifting the large launcher up and taking aim towards the Usurper King. Before Zant could even react, a large ball, swirling green and black ball of pure energy shout out towards him. It cut through his Twilight like it was nothing but flimsy paper. The shot eventually reached Zant and collided with him. And, for the first time, Zant was truly weakened. He let out a pained gasp as he suddenly fell to the ground. His Twilight soon began dispersing, and one by one you all began to wake up.

“Y-you… insignificant..” Zant hissed out, having fallen to one knee. He winced from behind the mask as he struggled to look up at Cobblepot. All of you were still too dazed from the onslaught of Twilight to do anything, so all you could do was watch as Cobblepot casually strolled past all of you, gun in hands.

“Aw, what’s up?” He asked, kneeling over to mockingly place his hands on his knees. “You really thought you could take the piss outta me and my world with your bloody Twilight?” He let out that familiar, squawking laugh, before raising the gun and aiming it directly at Zant, planning to finish off Zant for good. “Think again!”

“N-no…. NO!!!” Zant shouted and, using a bit of strength he regained over time, he lifted his arm just as Cobblepot was about to take the final shot. A large pillar, similar to the ones that struck Yuma and Leon, rose out of the ground and impaled Cobblepot directly through the stomach. He let out a pained shriek as he was impaled, dropping the weapon in the process. Zant, breathing heavily, rose to his feet and lowered his arm, causing the pillar to sink back into the ground.

Cobblepot fell, his body motionless and devoid of life by the time it hit the ground.

“Y-you… will not beat me!” He shouted as he struggled to stand, the man stumbling in his steps. “Do you you hear me?! You will not beat me!” He shouted, and before long, he had risen back up to his original place mid-air. However, as he did, two blue circles formed in front of the place where his eyes would be if they weren’t covered by his mask. “W-what is happening?!” He shouted as he desperately swayed mid-air, trying to claw at the invisible force that disoriented him.

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That thing that was happening was one Leonardo Watch, who had regained his strength along with the rest of you. “I-I can’t hold him for long! He’s very strong!” Leo shouted.

Leo's words rang out through the ears of everyone in the group, as you all prepared to give Zant your final attacks!

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Jerome stood. Again, even in this damaged and disoriented state, he had fight in him yet. His anger and rage boiled white hot, then cold. The Spartan Laser and the MJOLNIR suit whined in unison as the Spartan gripped the weapon so tightly it crushed the handles. He squeezed the trigger the entire time he was bringing it up, so that by the time he shouldered it, the weapon would go off. With an Almighty blast, the damaged weapon would fire, blasting an instantaneous burst of starfire towards Zant. However, with the damage to the weapon, Jerome couldn't fire it again.

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He dropped the Laser, grabbing his pistols, and running at Zant so hard that he tore his tendons and felt his muscles rip. The suit sparked and the Spartan let out a hoarse roar as he fired both pistols at Zant until he was empty, dropping them and balling his hands into fists to throw blows that, if connected, would land with the force of a small grenade each. Jerome was letting out all of the pain, fear, and anger, into those few blows. The suit had no shielding, so each hit landed further damaged the suit and tore the Spartan's hands up until every punch splattered hydrostatic gel and the red blood from Jerome's veins.

Until Zant went down, or until Jerome gave out, the blows would rain down upon Zant like rain in a thunderstorm. In that moment, MJOLNIR lived up to its name, as every hit sounded like a thunderclap, and landed with the power of lightning.
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You open your eyes again, to see everything was... normal....... FUCK you were... MAD!! MAD that you almost never got to see Soleil or Milky Way again!! Not mad in anguish, but mad and PUMPED UP!! Whatever happened, it seemed to be the right opportunity to take one last hit on Zant!! You’ll admit, maybe he was a bit above average for a demonic creature, but he was far behind what you’ve seen!! And that only made you ten times more pumped up!! You snarl, and switch to your tiny tiny beastie form, and scuttle up to jump on him. You cling to his foot and make your way up to his back. Your little white eyes glow a little brighter and you sink your teeth into where his spine probably would be. After all, the spine and eyes were the best connections to anyone’s brain!! You conjure up all the power you have, although it isn’t very much, and begin working on disabling and manipulating his sight and thought process. You think to yourself...

‘If I can just... get him weakened... if we can end this... I’ll be back in Milky Ways arms before I know it... this HAS to work... I HAVE to see him again, at least one more time...’

This only motivates you even further. If you all don’t stop him now, NO ONE is going to see their loved ones ever again...

You cling even harder, sink your tiny fangs even further, and conjure up more and more of whatever demonic energy you had left in you.

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I clamber up back on my feet, my brain still having an aneurysm from the sheer amount of dunking on that just took place. I'm used to sudden twists and turns that save my sorry arse. But that? We're way past left field by now.

"Sans, Cobblepot, you madmen... you're both blessings," I huff through shallow breaths. They're going to get all the thank you's and chocolates and flowers after we finish off Zant here. And yes, Cobblepot is forgiven for planting a bomb in my head. Right as Jerome draws his Spartan Laser, I try to get in one last word before the inevitable carnage begins. "Look... Zant, I wish this could've-"

BLACH!

Before I can continue, a ball of projectile-vomited body fluids comes flying out of my mouth and towards Zant, which, if he doesn't somehow dodge, would cover his whole chest in the most noxious-smelling liquid he'd ever have the displeasure of smelling. "O-oh, shit- I'm sorry, I didn't- Jerome, sir, could I get a ten count-"

The powerful blast of the Laser rips through the air. Then, fueled by revenge and bloodlust, the Spartan charges at the King of Twilight alongside the equally angry Ike Plymont in that cute little beast form, guns blazing. I cover my eyes and turn my back. "Awww, fuck, I can't look."

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"Parry this!"

You could see a faint glimmer in her eyes as she floated up from the ground.
Her railgun was clasped in her hand and launched a supersonic round right at
Zant's leg aiming to cripple instead of kill she would let the spartan do all the work.
She was PISSED how dare some insignificant being try and kill the successor
of the azure. The next charge was faster firing at his other leg.
The rods threatened to pin him to a wall if he was standing near one.

"You were close...*were*"

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Healthy.

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- Gambol Shroud (active)
- Aura (recovering)
- Shadow
- Faunus Traits

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She thought it was all over. She thought she was never going to reunite with friends and family alike.

Then, she thought no more.

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I...huh..? I--I can feel my body again. I thought I was done for, and Zant was too much. Had someone stepped in to be the hero of the day? I turn to see who had intervened. I might've sworn I'd heard a familiar voice from before--

...Cobblepot?!

I thought he was the one who had brought us to this mess. Now, he's saving our lives? Well, if that's one way to redeem yourself, then...I guess that works! Yet, he's still responsible for the torture brought upon those poor creatures, every single thing Midna had cherished, etc. Still though, you have to admit; sometimes, a broken clock is right twice a day. And I should be grateful for that. Unfortunately, for all his might in his rescue, it had proven proven fatal. Unlikely heroes, after all.

Oh..? Did Leo just...he finally did it, after all those false starts and bloody eyes. We finally get an idea about what they can do, and it appears that so far, he can blind others. Kinda like Ruby, huh? Oh, and that skeleton. What's he gonna do now?

Oh. Oh.

I do not know what "dunking" is, if at all, and I don't even know what had happened... I swore it had a description of what was going on, but...alright! Not only that, but now he's calling for us to finish him off. If that's what he wants us to do, then okay. My Aura is still recovering, but whatever, I just want to be done with that Zant, after all, and so do the rest of us.

Let's just live.

"Hey. Sometimes, the feared...becomes the fearless."

I'm sorry, Ruby, I shouldn't have doubted you. Now, you, Weiss, Yang, mommy, and daddy... Give me your might. I'm gonna need them to finish him.

This is for whom have perished.

I took a deep breath. You can't go wrong with doing such a simple thing to calm yourself before the oncoming storm. Finally, I went in, holding all two of Gambol Shroud's katanas, as I prepare to give him a nasty beat-down. That...came out harsh, but anyways.

I kick his face, before proceeding to give him a fast series of slashes and swipes, trying to do them as quick as possible. Then, I jump to another side of him and attack from there. I do integrate little pieces of Aura in some of the more powerful slashes, but in case he ever tried to retaliate, I had to sparingly use them, or else I can't protect myself. Whatever that is, I think I'm beginning to reach the limit of my raw speed that I could achieve without the help of one Lyle.

I couldn't even imagine myself thinking it, let alone even saying it, but...thank you, Mr. Cobblepot.

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Soma Cruz

Soma has been revived and it is all thanks to Leo and surprisingly, Cobblepot. With this new strength, he begins to fuel his sword with his mana high and powerful enough to finally finish Zant off. "This...This is for all the people you've killed!" Soma screamred as he charged towards Zant to deliver a very powerful downward slash that if connected, it will shatter his armor and cut him clean in half.

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