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((Well, since we're alive again...))

The leaf started to glow a brighter green. Next part. These trees were going to have to be durable, and many in number. Maybe the guy would get lost after all of this. Kit doubted that any metal can stop the sharpnel the man was launching, so just making them bulletproof and fireproof should be enough, besides, who's heard of a metal tree?

Almost done, a few more minutes and they'll be in business.

Viceroy was about to make contact with Gammu...

[ARCHIVE FOOTAGE MISSING, SHIFTING FIGHT INTO NEUTRAL!]

And thus he was rollowing towards the contestants, all thanks to a grenade. He was taking more and more dammage, and that grenade just finished the last defensive abilities off those wings. They quite literaly were more shrapnel than scale now. If only the form had shifted to something, then he would have been in business.

Still, never one to go down without a fight Viceroy stumbled to his feet.

"Now you've gone and pissed me right off." He muttered.

He stood still and the blade began to glow. He was using Allen's Soul Charge to make a powerful attack. He was also exposing the blade directly to the Chaos Stream, god knows what the two could do together.

"Serves ya' right for ignorin' a bloke, ya' dirty fop!" Nascen jeered in an oddly jovial tone as he ran about to keep the full of the fountain between himself and the Viceroy. Jerking his subautomatic back over his shoulder, flipping off the safety and taking aim, he paused just a second to shatter the Chaos Stream as it formed before he opened fire on the Viceroy from acrossed the fountain's width, three bursts of four bullets each.

He couldn't do much, he knew, but his team at least should have heard his earlier command through the head piece and as long as they could keep nipping at the guy from all sides at once they should be able to take him apart with increasing speed and then get to Masuyu, though this was only hoping that things continued to go according to the not really so existant plan as they seemed to be so far, give or take.

((Let's see, that's about 24 out of 40 bullets used so far, so the clip should still be okay a bit. I need to go read Allen's profile and see if the Soul Charge was something he'd be countering or not too.))

((Bleh... I have to goto work soon, so I'm throwing a post in here regardless of the order. I'm not going to argue about the physics anymore, as it'll all be reduce to arcane influence either way, but I am going to point out that I still have armor, which wouldn't just give...))

Masuyu growled with anger, tired of the not so loving embrace this monster was trying to give him. His grip on the air barrier must've been slipping, as the beast's hold began to tighten. With a vicious scowl, Masuyu would begin to focus another blast from each of his palms, planning to peirce much deeper than the last. These were intended to severe the beast's lower arms and free Masuyu from it's grip. If he miscalculated, it's blast too deep and cut into his own armor, but Masuyu was a good enough judge of distance to know not to blast deep enough to wound himself. It would be quick and painless for the beast.

If it worked, Masuyu would lower the barrier and kick off Gamma in the same instance, flipping several feet back. He'd put as much distance between himself and the monster, or the other heavy armored man he'd seen as the jeep arrived.

When the suplex hit the ground, something would happen before either had a chance to react. A gigantic stone penguin head erupted violently from the ground.



Was the shout heard as the two armoured figures seperated and were tossed in oppositie directions. Thus, ending a pain in the a** situation for everyone.

As by some cosmic reaction, when Mew's neck slammed into the ground something erupted from the earth. Gamma couldn't catch much of a glimpse because his a** was flying north. Riotgun clasped in that untiring gauntlet he slung it over his shoulder and awaited the rough landed.

Gamma hit the ground in a roll, tearing pavement from the ground where he hit, coming up in a run. North.

Jacknife popped back up from behind the rubble. He was still conviniently perpendicular to the swordsman's rushing path as he raised his gun to fire. His eyes turned purple as telekenetic energy held his gun's barrel in place, reducing recoil dramatically. The bullets would still spread a little, due to slight movements in his hand, but the most the bullets should seperate from each other would be about an inch or two. He finished his clip, the last ten bullets wizzing through the air towards the Viceroy.

After his clip was finished he immediately dropped down as the clip popped itself out and a fresh one from his pocket popped in.

He stood back up to peer above the rubble, ready to fire again.

He had hardly expected the Viceroy to duck beneath the slash, nor did he have any time to react to the sweeping of his leg. Athan's sword was well above him by this point. The one leg that was caught by the sweep was pushed forward, abnormally so. In fact, if Athan wasn't in a dead sprint, he probably would have torn a few muscles in the process.

As it was though, Athan's leg was simply carried through its intended motion, yet to an abnormal length. His heel stopped the forward progress before his groin touched the ground with about a foot to spare, his right toe digging itself into the ground to do likewise. It was uncomfortable, but hardly crippling. In this position, Athan was also conveniently placed out of harms way concerning his allies' gunfire.

His left hand, no longer clutching to the sword, lowered to push himself to his feet. There was a quick pat to ensure that the crotch of his pants had not ripped, and with sword in hand, he got right back to work.

It was beginning to get old, but he had no better idea in mind when he gave chase to the Viceroy. Single attacks weren't working, and he was just probably complicating things for his allies.

He'd have to figure out something, but first he'd have to try and get the Viceroy's attention and keep it long enough for something to be done.

How he was going to do that, he didn't really know, so he did the only thing that came to mind. Since the Viceroy was chasing after Nascen and not running away from Athan, it gave him the perfect opportunity to take an angle to close the distance.

And upon reaching the point of collision, Athan lowered his shoulder, going full bore at the Viceroy's side.

The point of impact would be situated just below the left arm socket, with enough resultant force to carry the two into a nearby wall.