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Yes, Nuke's truck was likely ********. And not just your normal everyday lovemaking kind of ********, those lances would tear that b***h open like the 2 bit whore it was. Or not. The Lances would have little real effect on the truck unless one struck the battery or Nukes himself, which was damned unlikely. Although, one seemed to randomly veer off course and skewer the Yu-Gi-n00b through the face. All that enegy about him and any extra souls would be rather tasty. The Lance would squirm around in his head before splitting to tentacle him to death in a bad hentai joke.

In all seriousness, however, MD had several pairs of eyes locked upon Viper, none of them exactly pleased with what was coming to pass. The Overlord slams into the ground not far from Nuke's truck, somehow not crushing it in his landing. A flash passes over his eyes as the panels begin to groan and flare with red light, and suddenly the giant beast becomes airborn, a simple enchantment of flight taking him to the air.

High above the Angel of Pwn summons forth several more Lances as he spirals higher into the skies, two crimson orbs flashing into existance where his eyes should be. He throws his arms out wide as he begins a slow revolution in midair, which quickly begins to pick up speed. The Lances swirl around him as a veritable cyclone of Dominion energies begins to flare around him.

The inner reaches of Bioblaze began to come apart at the seams, leaving only an outer shell as a cohesive mass. It was mostly in preparation for any grand assault in the case that he would have to dissolve quickly, especially from any physical assault. For some reason, as yet, he only seemed to be providing weak distractions and acting as some sort of figurehead.

The Crimson Mists began to writhe as small flecks of white light began to form throughout, like a precipitate falling out of solution slowly, forming back into a solid. These small flecks were rubies that were slowly coming together, their ultimate goal running along the same lines as a sacrifice of more undead beasts for the greater pwn.

The thing hadn't attacked... that was odd. Not like it matter. Viper begins to circle the coliseum in the air, staying level with the Angel and the Overlord (whichever was higher). His hands begin to glide through the air as he conducts the flow of power below the ground. He looks elegant in the air, power and grace in motion. He's calm, in control, and totally self assured.

The flashes between the hexagonal panels solidify into a solid glow. ..

OOC: Not going to take an action beyond talking because Tac's not here.

Viper glances at the insect calling his name on the ground. It was putting off energy, obviously it hadn't encounter the Dominion before.

"Another fool, if I were you I'd run or hide before he eats you. On second thought, don't bother. You're going to die one way or another if you're still here in a few seconds."

((^^ You met Viper a loooooong time ago IC wise Xol, before he had any real story behind him. He probably won't remember you at all. What ever happened to 9 anyway? I saw Twilight owns the guild now.))

(( Yeah I know... and as far as 9 goes, she gave the guild to Twi. You should check it out sometime. It runs alot more smoothly and the story lines are much more fleshed out. Alot of older members that left under her stead are coming back. Just a heads up. 3nodding ))

Ignoring the petty insults, he exploded into a plume of whispy, black mist and appeared roughly one hundred or so feet away from Viper. The cane in his right gauntleted hand slowly dissolved as he crossed his arms at his chest and tilted his head ever so slightly.

"For one being attacked on three fronts... you're awfully cocky dear sir. I could do the insane thing and take you all on myself, or, I could align myself with one side and end this battle quickly. It makes no difference to me as I won't be the one dying today..." He let his final word trail off before exploding backwards to his previous spot, a misty after-image was left in his and followed him back to where he came to a stop.

The black aura that had been flickering just faintly around his body flared to life, scorching the ground in a massive circular motion as it superheated the ground to glass. Removing his fashionable sunglasses and tucking them away saftely in his breast pocket, Xol awaited for either the talking or action to ensue. The white bolts of energy coursing along his body and aura shot off and indiscriminately hit objects around the stadium. If there wasn't a barrier protecting the stadiums onlookers then they would most surely become victims as well.

Not really adapting any fighting stance, he just waited, arms crossed loosely at his chest still.

((Yeah the stands are shielded with a "Don't ask" type shield. ^_^ You know the kind.))

Suddenly, the red glow that had bathed the arena disappears with a flash. Viper's hands raise towards the sky aas the embers in his eyes stoke into flames. His mouth pulls back in a mockery of a smile as he breaths out the end.

"And the ground shaltsh beith cloven as by a thousanth thousanth blades and roarith to the sky to bring forth the wedding of heaven and earth."

The red light pulses increasingly rapidly as Viper speaks. He clentches his hands into fists with the last words and pauses for a moment with the red light pulsing all around him.

"Eruption."

With a groan the Blackrock begins to shake and vibrate. It howls and rumbles as something pushes at the supposedly unbreakable substance.

The red lights cease flashing and the arena grows dark. Then all hell breaks loose, literally.

The eruption is spectacular, hundreds of tons of stone are blasted into the air with the force of a rocket. Anything on the ground is destroyed, anything in the air will be pummeled into little gory bits soon enough. Molten lava bursts from hundreds of cracks in the earth's crust and soars through the sky in fiery twists and circles. Viper hovers inbetween it all with his hands gliding through the air, conducting a symphony of death played out across a nearly two mile score.

For the moment, everything was in the air.

Nature said that would change soon, and knowing this man anything left alive would curse that fact.

The Angel of Pwn was about to unleash the storm he had been gathering, but all at once each form collectively blinked, "Oh ******** sightless eyes went blind as a rush of heat passed through the Dominion's field of vision, leaving the Angel and giant face totally blind, seeing as the Angel was lacking a head for any real eyes and the giant face was simply mists. As the destruction began to thrust up from below Bioblaze seemed to shatter, an Emerald Cloud replacing where he had been with sindles of energy passing between elements of the swarm. Riding on currents of heat and their own propulsion the particles were carried ever higher to escape destruction. The Crimson Mist, likewise, were completely unaffected, not existing fully on the prime material as anything more than thoughts, consciousness given a defined appearance.

The Angel of Pwn would have been totally screwed had he not been gathering the cyclone of Dominion energies around him. This is not to say, however, that he would come out of the ordeal unharmed. Instead of directing his assault on Viper as he had intended the cyclone burst out around him in a sphere of pure destructive energies. This counter would be enough to halt the first onslaught of stone, reduce any further fragments, but not destroy the Godsteel entirely. The Angel's body was torn and broken, a neon pink blood coursing from his body to rain down on the destruction below. The Angel's wings were shattered, shards of metal mingling with the Blackrock all around.

The Overlord fared much better than his winged counterpart, but still not escaping unharmed. The spell he had been charging was unleashed in the form of an intermediate transmutation in order to harden his scales and carapice further against the assault. He turned in midair to meet the coming assault with the hardened shell that was his own massive back, cracking the massive section of exoskeleton, which would surely hamper him for at least some time. Chunks of Blackrock pummeled him from all sides as he was much larger than any other combatant, his height alone surpassing fifty feet. He would survive, and thats what mattered. Once the upward thrust reached its crest he would remain at that altitude by the grace of the enchantment of flight he still enjoyed.

Nukes, still resting on his truck, feels the vibrations,and waits. As the ground, detonates, He claps onto the hood, and is thrown high into the air. Taking full advantage of the several seconds of weightlessness at the climax of his flying, he rips out the metal hood of the truck. Jumping up higher off the engine, he holds onto the sides of the hood, usind it much like a hang-glider. And using the heat from the consequent lava, Nukes is able to keep a decent air-time, hoping to get to the side, or most likely not. He watches as the desemated truck falls back into the lava, along with the mass of rocks, Cursing his stupidity.

((Ah screw it if I get pwned I get pwned! scream ))

While the battle between gods and men raged below a white light flashed into existance above. As the light pulsated and glowed it began to solidify in the shape of an armored man. Due to the effects of gravity soon the solidifying mass of light began to fall back to Earth. Seeing as the mass was about 200 metres in the air a rather loud but audible "********!" was heard amongst the raging roar of the battle below.

Lord Rasarai the Legendary Nova knight had accidentally appeared. His red and gold armor shone from the lava below while his red hair was being vigourously stroked by the jets of air rushing towards him. Only having one eye open the knight realized that if he didn't do something soon then death was emminent. Outstretching his right arm the knight summoned his fabled Nova Chi and unleashed a blast of heat in the opposite direction. Feeling his body being pushed by the momentum the knight looked left and found a rather large piece of rock falling at the same velocity as him.

Focusing the blast so that he would be able to land on it the knight furrowed in concentration as he landed safely on the rock. Realizing the had only seconds to spare the knight outstretched both hands towards the ground and jumped. In the same instant he did so layers of superheated napalm roared out of his hands forcing him up like a rocket fighting the effects of gravity.

Laughing softly at the fact he had escaped certain death the moment was only short-lived before another rock much smaller in size smited him on the side of the head. Totally unprepared Rasarai was thrown head first into the colliseum stands that surrounded the battle.

After creating a small crater Rasarai stood up groggily and shook off the dust that had settled upon him. Looking around he saw and felt the powers of the fighters waging war in front of him and instantly realized he had been accidentally been teleported into hell. "Damn you Kain! You teleported me to this weird place!...I told you! Do not play with the teleport machine! Its still inoperable!" shouted Rasarai into his mouthpiece as he glanced around him. Before being teleported the knight was equipped with an intercom system to relay information back to the Fortress, but that was almost useless now as the heat from the eruption before was causing all kinds of problems.



The connection was cut off as Rasarai pulled the mouth and ear piece away from his head, looking down on it he realized it had melted from the sheer amount of heat that was being generated in the colliseum right now. Grunting angrily at the sheer bad luck fortune had given him the knight powered up his Nova Chi to the maximum level he deemed was safe. Concentrating his senses on his surroundings Rasarai assumed a defensive Tai-chi stance and waited for his chance to either teleport out of here thanks to his friend Kain, or fight. And at the moment he wished he would be teleported out of here first for the warriors at play at the moment displayed powers the Nova Knight had never seen in his short 20 year life.