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The Silverscale Lounge Arena

Ep.2: January 2021

Hosted by Baskerra “Lounge Bitch” Hellmane

All in favor of our Lounge’s Founders

(Pictures of Results are exclusive to the FurrAffinity versions, the link to which is in the description of the fic)

(DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual situations are 18 and over. Just to let you know)

Part 1: The Choosing

(As it all begins, 12 incredibly large metallic crates are being air-lifted to a large clearing in the middle of a humongous forest, lush and looking like something straight out of the wilderness in Canada. The Silverscale Lounge itself can be seen presiding on the other side of the force-field containing all of this. This time, it will NOT be hit with stray fire.

As this goes on and a massive Dragon Skull-shaped building is revealed in the center of the boxes, Baskerra suddenly pounces on top of it, decked in a large robe with the words ‘2021-Hopefully Less Shitty’ draped across it in white letters. All in all, her body is totally bar aside from the loose robe in the wind. She tests the mic for a bit.)

“This is probably…no, this is REALLY not one of my better outfits.” She tapped the mic again before standing up, a toothy grin on her face. “Good whatever-time-of-the-day-it-is, folks! Happy New Year and welcome the second Silverscale Lounge Arena! I’d love to give a big shout-out to not just returners in terms of who picked the teams, but some newcomers that, yes, I’ve personally…got acquainted with~” She winked, not planning on stopping soon.

She began to hop from one Team box to the other, running on all fours as she did so. “You all know the drill at this point. Four characters in each of these twelve boxes. Last one alive in my random and hellish dimension gets to earn the big prize of a wish! And this time, NO RESSURECTIONS.” She growled. “Stupid Acererak with his stupid extra-life system thing…”

She landed on the first District Box, her robe billowing in the wind. “Better when I go naked. This thing could get caught on ANYTHING. Anyway, onto the first box! My choices, that is…”

Team #1: Baskerra Hellmane

Sarah Silkie, Las Lindas’ naïve womanchild, blinked as she looked around, clad in nothing but her daisy dukes and a handkerchief bra. “Hello? Anybody here?” She asked, looking about before freezing up. Something had grabbed her tail and grabbed it quite hard. “Huh?”

“So fluffy!” Ed, the happy-go-lucky inductee from last time, hugged that fluff with the biggest grin on his face before coming face to face with the surprised Prime. “Hullo, my name is Ed!”

Despite the surprise and something about fighting to the death that she heard over the monitors, she couldn’t help but giggle at the silly appearance of the strange man holding her tail. “That’s not a pillow, silly! But it’s nice to meet cha’, even in possibly life-or-death circumstances.” She extended a paw. “Name’s Sarah!”

“Sarah?! Is that you?!” That name instantly got Ed into protective mode. “Little sister, when did you get so much fluffier?” He grasped those cheeks moving them about before examining her.

“Uhhhh…okay, now I’m lost.” She admitted before feeling a hot burst of steam behind her back. Slowly, she turned around, with even Ed suddenly getting an idea that they weren’t the only ones locked in here.

Against the wall was a massive quill-covered dragon, powerful and muscular as could be and looking quite peeved. The humongous Nergigante was named Zodd where he came from and he looked at them with a scowl, growling lowly. “…cool!” Ed exclaimed, in awe of the beast.

The creature got on all fours, prowling in front of the two and giving them a good sniff. “Easy there! Down boy!” Sarah nervously stammered as the thing’s face got close to her chest, giving a surprised ‘eep’ when it nudged her sizable bust. Zodd relented, getting atop a strange dormant purple tank.

Like last time, it was yet another Cybertronian captured and in stasis until the moment was right. Or maybe this tank was awake already, waiting for the logical time to strike. Either way, both Ed and Sarah were transfixed on the Elder Dragon, wondering what he’d do next, like a couple of kids waiting for the movie monster to do something, anything…like break them out…

Team #2: Tsumi Snowheart

Ripley almost wanted to punch the walls into oblivion, if they’d even register her punches. “Goddamnit!” She growled. “I couldn’t even stay DEAD and not get sent back to this bullshit! No, no…calm down…maybe this time, you’ll actually get back at that bitch.” She had a mean left-hook with Basky’s name on it, after all.

She expected to find her old ‘squad’ from last time behind her. Instead, she came face to face with a rather beat-up man carrying a knife and a strange spiked/thorned weapon in his haunches. So many scars adorned him, giving him a rather ungainly appearance. “Alright. You seem to know what we’re in for. Out with it…whatever you are.”

Ripley blinked before looking around. “Actually, I’ve got a perfectly good explanation for this.” Another man showed up; one with a scar over his left eye and carrying a large staff, as well as dressed in a dingy trenchcoat. “What we’re dealing with here is a sort of disturbance in time/space. Whatever rules applied to your universe probably won’t help.”

“I’ll do you far better, chap.” A much more dapper and handsome face showed up, though there was a strange invisible aura around him that was almost like Basky’s. Namely, hedonistic and hell-borne. “The short and thin of it is that one of the literal bitches running about in my old realm is going to get put down the moment I make eye contact with her.”

The cyborg anthro canine just groaned. “Before we continue this competition of who can make the dumbest rationalization, let’s just get introductions out of the way. Ripley. Cyborg from the future. Or present, I dunno.” She crossed her arms.

“And the only one looking pretty damn underdressed.” The scar-filled man stated. “Stark. James Stark.”

The dapper one sniffed the air and made a disgusted face. “Ugh! What is that?! It smells like holy rubbish and mortal trappings. Are…are you a Nephilim?! As I live and breathe…”

That actually got Stark’s attention, causing him to quickly walk over to him. “Why do you feel…familiar? You the Devil or something?”

Lucifer Morningstar, as he was, actually, just smirked. “Satan, Beelzebub, that Karen you met last night, call me whatever you will. Just call me Lucifer and we’ll be good. Alright? Just…try to keep your distance. You smell like you’ve had it incredibly rough, even for a…rather odd combo of the two species that I just can’t stop getting in the path of.”

The trenchcoat wearing one just sighed and rubbed his temples. “Great. My allies after getting sent by some bitch outta Hell are a furry nudist, the literal devil, and an angel/devil combo that looked like he got the business end of a blender. Let’s get this over with so I can get back on my shift.” He turned to Ripley. “Oh, yeah. The obligatory intro scene that’s in all crossovers. Dresden. Harry Dresden.”

Sure, he felt the urge to put on his worst British accent, but that wasn’t gonna help in the long-run. Nothing except excessive violence. As usual for all four of them.

Team #3: Nikocema the Poet

Gotrek, throughout his many travels and search for his Doom, had seen many things. He had fought the forces of Chaos itself, for crying out loud! But to be captured for a death match with some familiar faces…felt like life was playing a joke on him. “Well, Felix…I know something that’s ending up on your wall.”

“Why can’t we just have a NORMAL day? I mean, like ever!” Felix, the chronicler of the dwarf’s storied life and fellow adventurer, sighed as he got out his writing tools. “Still, we could have had worse company.”

“GOTREK!” Snorri Nosebiter himself suddenly jumped up to meet the powerful Dwarf. “Guess what?! Snorri lives again! Must be sign of Gods that I have other chance to make glory!”

That actually did cause the mighty Gotrek to pause for a moment, his grip on his axe faltering. “I…see. Well, could have been worse.” He fought something of a smile. True, he had long forgiven Snorri for his shame, but-

“Dwarves coming back from the dead? Tears in the space-time continuum that threaten to end our lives? Fascinating!” A much more eccentric dwarf showed up, clad in goggles and wielding a rather dingy-looking machine-gun thing, constantly smoking and sputtering screws. “Good thing I was prepared!”

“…no. Just…ugh.” Gotrek and Felix face-palmed. The last thing they needed was Malakai Makaisson to screw yet another thing up. Or maybe not. “Aren’t you dead and no longer making umgak?” The Slayer asked.

“Nope! As it seems, I am not dead! Sadly, yes, but at least I get to show off my trusty ‘Unlimited’ over here!” He showed off his new weapon, ready to bring it into the realm of battle.

“Wait! Erm, I have a better idea! Name it…’limited ammo’!” Felix suggested in a hurry.

“Now, why would I do such a blasted thing?” Malakai asked. Even Nosebiter scratched his head. This author remembers that…well, there was that time he made a ship called ‘Unsinkable’ and LOOK how well that turned out!

But getting back on track…

Team #4: Kojiro

The first thing Veigar felt was the sudden pounce from a familiar nude Vaporeon, which tackled him to the ground. “MASTER!” River cried out in joy, squeezing him to her soft bust, those strong arms nearly crushing him.

“HNNNG! It…is…rather nice to…see you too…minion…release me!” The tiniest master of evil managed to croak out before being dropped to the ground. “This again? Though I must admit it is nice to reclaim my lost honor, I am still NOT amused!”

“Neither am I, me-meow.” Ankha was filing her claws as she sighed, still draped in her wraps from last time. “I could be enjoying myself and not being subjected to this mutt’s idea of a good time, but that’s too much to ask for, me-meow.”

Veigar narrowed his eyes. “As if you were any help last time. You died because of a falling spotlight! Try harder next time in my name! Now, is that reptilian loudmouth also here?”

“Correction: I am here instead. I find this opportunity to kill as many people as possible to be…relaxing.” A slightly irate monotone robot voice interrupted them. The famed kill-happy droid, HK-47, was also among them, servos on his Grade-A blaster.

River tilted her head at the strange robot, with Ankha not even giving a cursory glance. Veigar, however, looked intrigued. “Hmmmnn…you seem eager to spread death and destruction, are you not?”

“Exclamation: Why, I’d never even dream of slaughtering meatbags all around me, all with painted targets they dare call ‘heads’. Sarcasm test: Complete. Yes. I do want to kill as soon as possible and, if possible find a new line of work that extends my services beyond this incalculable construct that we are trapped in.”

Vegiar tapped his chin before snapping his fingers. “Very well! You’re Co-Minions with River here! Serve and destroy in my name and the prize of ultimate power will be OURS! MWUAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”

“UGH! Can you stop doing that? It wasn’t fun to listen to the last time, me-meow.” Ankha groused.

“Agreement: My audio sensors nearly fried upon hearing that.” HK-47 surmised.

River didn’t pay them heed. She was just happy to be with her Master, but a new fear gripped her. Would she fall once more defending him…or, worse yet, the other way around?

Team #5: Etri Flair

Taron honestly just wanted to grab a couple of sex toys and return to the ship. Not just any toys, but ones that were powered by collapsed stars! A true rarity! That, and figure out what happened to her Captain, whom had been gone for some time. For now, she just looked around, unaware of the other three behind her.

“I’m not sure why I am here…” A white-haired woman decked in traditional Japanese armor and wielding a massive bow, as well as sporting black horns on her forehead, stepped forth. “But I assume this is my fate. To be called into battle and nothing more.”

“Huh?” Taron turned to the woman, the infamous ‘Archer of Inferno’ Tomoe Gozen. “I zoned out for a second.”

“Hmph. Like we need to take this all lying down.” An anthro tigress decked in White Mage robes and wielding a glowing green staff, Mila Kolenko, scoffed in her thick accent. “We should be rebelling and removing the demonic scourge that trapped us.”

Tomoe blinked at the tigress. “Perhaps. But even my arrows would fail to dent these walls. There is something about this area that is…wrong. But familiar. I will leave it at that.” Her demonic Oni blood was rushing, but she fought to keep that under wraps.

“This is an outrage!” The other teammate and proof that the Egyptians had some WEIRD foresight during their card-game making, the Dragonmaid Tillroo, exclaimed. A fiery soul that was still a maid at heart, she clutched her tail as she fumed. “I should be back in the kitchen and doing what I do best. Not mindless slaughter! But…if I must…”

“Quit being wet blankets. This could be fun! So much to see, so much to…do…” Taron winked, confusing Tomoe and causing Mila to face-palm.

“Gods, even the women I surround myself with are perverts.” She muttered as Tillroo continued to huff and puff.

Team #6: Alture Essun

The first thing the mysterious and aloof Elias Ainsworth did when he realized he had been captured by another entity to participate in a death match was not rage or any attempt to escape. Rather, he seemed…intrigued by it all. How his power would seem trivial in the face of what seemed like an average demon.

“Well, shit. This is just great.” A more jovial voice chuckled. The one-eyed Handyman/hired gun himself, Worick Arcangelo, walked around, polishing off his gun. “One minute, we’re just enjoying ourselves, the next, we’re whisked off to a costume party.” His partner, Nicholas Brown, just said nothing, glaring daggers at the skull-headed mage.

The mage thought nothing much of humans but curiosities, yet the deaf one was intriguing him the most. “Tell me…are you truly humans? I am sensing some odd readings from two people here.”

Nicholas was apprehensive at that, but Worick just put a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing much for you to be concerned with. Just a couple of guys doing their jobs before whatever this is.”

“So…none of us has any clue?” Something else behind Elias caused him to freeze without knowing it. That voice was pretty lax and bored-sounding. In fact, when he turned around, all he saw was a bald human wearing a rather silly superhero outfit. But the aura he was giving off…

“What…exactly are you?” Elias asked. ‘What is this feeling?!’ He thought. ‘It feels as if I should run and not engage…danger signals all across my very mind…is…is this what humans call ‘fear’?’

Worick just stifled a laugh. “Nope! But I certainly wanna hear the story as to how you think going around in that sort of suit isn’t gonna make a joke out of you?!”

Saitama, as he was known by, just looked at himself. “I dunno. Why do you look like rejects from a Yakuza movie?” He asked.

“Touche.” Worick was, deep inside, assessing the situation. He wasn’t too keen on being here like all the rest. While Elias was curious and Basky DID promise Saitama some killer deals at the supermarket to pacify him (for even the Sluthound feared his power), he and his partner just wanted out.

And there would be blood until then.

Team #7: Clara Abbas

Tyler Durden had won already before getting here. Well, not over the whole game, but over a man that we once knew as Jack. The alternate personality had taken over that poor sap’s body in an alternate universe, but, as if karma was at work, he had suddenly found himself here in yet another prison other than the mind or the capitalist nightmare he envisioned.

“Aye! What are you starin’ at? Never seen a dwarf before, umgi?” Everybody’s favorite jovial Dwarf Ranger, Bardin Gorekson, asked as he adjusted his axe, crossbow, and even a spare bottle of ale he brought with him.

“Nah.” Tyler kept his cool, seeing this as just another chance as to build up his agenda of the destruction of corporate America. Then again, the sight of an ACTUAL fantasy Dwarf in front of him did give him slight pause. And that wasn’t even taking into account the other two saddled with them.

“Which way’s the exit? I gotta go home and feed Gary!” Spongebob Squarepants (somehow NOT suffocating without water) asked, causing both of them to do a double-take.

“Huh. Must admit I’ve never seen a thing like you before in all me travels.” Bardin stated, adjusting his helmet, knowing something bad was ahead. “My only question is who had the gumption to take me from me beloved tavern after a hard day’s work and place me in this dump?!” Suddenly, he felt something dripping onto his head. “What in the…”

Above him and terrifying Spongebob utterly was a Rat Ogre. A plain one that just had fists and razor sharp teeth at his power, but a Rat Ogre all the same. For simplicity’s sake, we’ll call him Bob. “That…that ain’t right.” Even the anarchist Tyler had to admit the grotesque rodent/ogre abomination was a bit much for sore eyes.

“…no. By Cousin Okri’s ever-lengthenin’ beard, NO! Workin’ with this ‘raki brute?! I’ve killed plenty of Rat Ogres recently and I’m about willing to add yet another one to the list!” He raised his axe, causing the beast to cower. “Eh? No Rat Ogre’s ever done that before…”

“Maybe it’s because, whatever it is, it could provide us the muscle we need.” Tyler regained some sense as he tried to keep his cool, approaching both angry dwarf, terrified sponge, and odd Rat Ogre. “From now on, you work for us. You kill when I tell you to kill. Capiche?” His stare was enough to influence the weak mind of the beast, causing it to bow. “That’s better.”

“That’s…one heck of a pet you have now. Can I go home?” Spongebob asked as Bardin grumbled something in Khazalid that we honestly can’t repeat.

Team #8: Katenya

Fenrir could scarcely believe it. Here he was, his chains merely dangling from his large arms. The massive anthro wolf, with fire brimming from his eyes and maw, was free and with his fury unleashed. But rather than rampage, all he could do was look upon his new prison. “No…NO!” He roared/howled. “Not now!”

“Calm yourself.” A golden ornate staff raised in front of the savage beast’s face, causing him to turn to a ripped anthro Jackal decked in scantily clad Egyptian wear. “There are trials to face from here on out. Trials that I can only hope we have the strength to overcome.”

“And who might you be?!” Fenrir snarled, lumbering over to the Jackal and looking him dead in the eye. Two opposites. One looking ready to kill the next living thing, the other stone-faced and serious. “You smell of a God…but you don’t smell of any God I’d recognize…”

The Jackal slammed his staff down as a scale appeared in his other hand. “I am Anubis, guardian of the Underworld and Judge of the Dead. From what I can sense, you are merely a monster driven insane by isolation. The scales are…having a difficult time balancing you out, as your prophesized crimes have not come to pass.”

The wolf just turned away, clawing at the door in front of him. “My vengeance against Asgard can wait…I’m just happy that these damn chains no longer bind me.” He tugged on the chains around his arms and neck before sniffing the air and turning to a rather befuddled boy in glasses, wielding a wand in defense. “What of you, mortal?”

“Um…no need to get hostile…I just arrived here without…any reason or thought.” The boy stammered, his wand still stretched out in case the wolf monster thought of ripping him apart.

Thankfully, Anubis just stepped forward and showed the boy his scales, which showed the favor being placed to the mortal. “Ah, yes. The Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter. You’ve been a very noble soul. I hope that, when your inevitable demise does come to pass, your passage to the Underworld is a smooth one.”

“…right.” Harry adjusted himself. Not the first time he was confronted by humanoid canines, but never those as cordial as the one before him, nor as savage as the son of Loki.

Anubis’ expression suddenly shifted to a less-than-pleased one, as his scales suddenly dropped to the opposite direction. “A soul as black as the night is among us…and it’s not you, Fenrir.” He knew everybody’s name, thus was his duty, but there was one name he wished he would not hear of again.

Before anybody knew it, a freakish and horrifically grinning man in a cowl and spiked-visor leaped from the shadows, brandishing sharpened talons and even a few razor batarangs. “Guess that’s my que to introduce myself!” The demonic-looking Batman exclaimed. “Oh, so many names…none of which are appropriate for the kiddies reading this.”

Harry was aghast at the strange being, but before the infamous Batman Who Laughs (BWL, as we’ll call him) could launch into a creepy and maniacal speech, we’ll move on. I mean, he was cool for a while, but…

Let’s face it. The Joker was right. He’s not the Batman Who Laughs. He’s the Batman Who Talks.

Team #9: Illustrious Grave

Lelouch glared at the door. He was in the midst of planning his next move and, without warning, he’s yet another pawn in somebody else’s’ game. At least, until he would inevitably find an advantage. “Very well.” He brandished his sword, at the very least bringing that along with him. “Let’s see how far your insipid game goes.”

“Excuse me, sir?” A small girl with a rather large wand tugged on his sleeve, causing him to do a double-take. Sure, he was no saint, but what kind of sick monster would rip a child from the arms of his/her parent and place them into this crap?! “I’m sensing a massive magical disturbance. Maybe you should…stand back?”

Ignoring the words of the Cardcaptor and keeper of the Clow Cards (or Sakura Cards or whatever they are in this canon), Sakura Kinomoto, Lelouch adjusted his suit. “Alright. Stand and attention. We’ve all been brought here under a common purpose. To fight to the death.”

Stepping forth in a strange suit of futuristic armor and armed with her signature Gugnir Symphogear suit, Hibiki Tachibana looked nervous, but she had her gauntlets up. “Yeah, and I’m gonna make sure we all get out alive! I may not know who any of you are, but you can bet on it that I’ll keep you safe! It’s kind of my thing.”

“As it is of mine, for I feel…strangely pumped up, as they say.” A more demure but still mature-sounding voice also emerged. The one wearing the armor already got Lelouch’s attention, but this girl looked like she was on her way to a little girl’s tea party or something. Alas, he did not know of the power of Magical Girls. Specifically, Mami Tomoe here.

Truth be told, the veteran was struggling with thoughts of what exactly was going on. This was taking place in the canon where Homura didn’t become the equivalent of Satan, so she was a bit more of peace of mind. She just had her ribbon and magical muskets at the ready, but she was also analyzing this strange man. Something about the eyes…

“You look so CUTE!” Even Hibiki couldn’t resist gushing at either Sakura or Mami’s outfit. Either way, both girls were a bit perturbed, though Sakura just smiled politely, even a bit bashfully.

“I’ll need a demonstration of all of your skills as we go out into the open.” Lelouch said, already sensing the strong power from all three, despite their odd appearances. “I expect that you fight as if your life depends on it. For it very well does.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine!” Sakura added, blissfully unaware of how bad it was all going to get…

Team #10: Chances

Axiom, everybody’s favorite Mutton-turned-good, laid on the ground, knocked out for his own good after ramming into the walls in a fit of surprised rage. The walls were too great for his might and his bout of shameful but not surprising fury was finally enough to contain him. Anybody familiar with the chap would probably expect a huge apology from him afterwards.

“This never got anybody anywhere.” Rox, everybody’s favorite Chaar (minus her Devourer), sighed as the large feline sat down. “Whatever the case, we should all regroup and collaborate. Is everything organized for what may come when those doors open?”

Behind her, an energetic half-tiger half-redhead young adult leaped over her, brandishing her mace-like claw weapon and giving an enthusiastic salute. “Sure thing! When I find that mutt, I’m gonna beat her stupid face right into the ground!” Thus said Katt, literally the only thing anybody remembered from the forgotten Breath of Fire series.

“Temper yourself. Who knows what tricks and traps lay ahead of us?” Rox was lightly amused by the lively one, but even one as enthusiastic as this Chaar knew better in such strange lands.

“If it is tricks and traps you wish to know more about, than maybe Ahnassi can assist?” A Kathrit decked in robes fit for an assassin sauntered over, all confident and smooth. “Ahnassi is quick on her feet and might even outlast all of you in the long run.”

As Axiom just let out yet another groan, Katt huffed at that. “Well, Katt has been through enough tussles to know that anybody that crosses Katt is gonna feel the burn…of Katt!” She pointed at the taller anthro feline.

“Do not mock Ahnassi.” The Kathrit responded, crossing her arms as she gave Rox a rather sultry look. “You look big and strong for a Kathrit female, yet so bulky. Not a bad combination if she says so herself.”

“Uh…thanks. I’m just…kinda new to being thrust into a place where whole worlds are jumbled together.” Rox rubbed the back of her head, hoping that these faces (even that of the knocked-out Mutton and the energetic Katt) were friendly as they looked.

Team #11: Fidget Pond

Literally Fidget’s first thought when she found herself floating in the familiar District Box was a drawn-out sigh. “Not again…just when I thought I wouldn’t have to go through this craziness.”

“I should be used to being dragged along for the ride.” Shantae remarked. “Hopefully, we won’t get burned alive by a crazy dog. No offense, Isabelle!”

Judy Hopps was feeling around herself, panting and trying to keep it together. “Sorry, girls. It’s just…I remember last time. Felt like I had no control over my body until it was too late…something about burying the light or drifting in the ocean all alone?”

“That sounds like a song in the making.” Isabelle offered. “As for us being sent here again, there’s only one way to approach it. Like a Smash Match! Heard of those?” The good doggo got closer to the group.

Shantae put a finger to her chin. “Well, I’ve heard of people back at home starting riots because I didn’t get into one…”

“I think I know those! And I got gipped! I mean, I’d be great as a fighter!” Fidget exclaimed. “I mean, I survived all the way to that dang mutt last time! I bet I could do an even better job this time.”

Judy finally finished her little moment and took a deep breath. “Whatever that means, all I know is four words. My body, my choice. And my choice is for us to get through this nightmare in one piece. Just like last time?” She gave a confidant smile to them. After all, if she could be revived from her awful fate from before, maybe her old teammates here would throw in a good word if at least one of them won?

That, and she was eager to just put an end to these games all together. Whatever the case, the old team was back for more. But would it matter in the end?

Team #12: Nialis Cainazzo

A horrific roar rang out through the box, belonging to a large gaunt alien purple dragon. The King of the Space Pirates. Ridley. Wanted in various galaxies in the Nintendo Universe. And now, a prisoner aboard a strange craft. “Alright…whomever trapped me in here is VERY tired of breathing.” The dragon spoke in a regular, if not dangerous, tone. Almost disturbing with how normal he sounded on the body of a beast like him.

“You’re telling me, tall-dark-and-scaly!” A floating freak in harlequin wear floated by him lazily; the jester of devastation known as Kefka Palazzo. “Not the first time I’ve been plucked from my dirty business, but c’mon, already!”

“Hmph.” Another floating villain, M.Bison himself, scoffed. “Whomever planned this will know of my fury soon enough. My Psycho Power cannot be contained like some mere trinket.”

“MISERABLE MUTT!” A much deeper and gravely voice yelled, belonging to the Shredder himself. Or, really, the 80s buffoon we all know and love. “You will pay by crossing my path and leaving me with these losers!”

“Losers? I beg your pardon! At least I’m not dressed in baby’s first ninja outfit!” Kefka laughed before a ball of Psycho Power flung past him.

“Silence, welp. I’m thinking.” Bison growled as Ridley just chuckled. “What is so hilarious, creature?”

The dragon just kicked back. “You heard the bitch. Our duty is to kill as many people as we can to increase our chances of victory. The way I see it, this is a vacation. I kinda like killing people. Innocent, guilty, doesn’t matter.”

“Now, that DOES sound fun! Mindless destruction, recreational hope-breaking, the works.” Kefka admitted.

“And who knows? If I win, and I will, the Foot Clan would be near-unstoppable. But all of you are going to have to work under me!” Shredder shouted. “For I serve no-one but myself!”

“Is that so?” Bison grinned. “When you see my power, your tone shall change. For none can challenge the might that is Master Bison.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” Ridley muttered, ready to betray them at a moment’s notice.

The Center…

Basky finished wrapping that all up, hoping she got all of these canons right. “And now, the photos, because we need our damn proof, right?”

(The Following Images could not be shown, but at least it allowed for the fic in full to be posted at once~)

“With all that said…” Basky prepared to press a button, leaping back onto a flying platform as the dragon-skull opened up, revealing a multitude of stuff that could be useful for the coming Bloodbath. “Let’s get this show on the road! In three…

…two…

….ONE! LET THE SLAUGHTER BEGIN!”

PART 2: The Bloodbath

(Relics Keeper-Brave Fencer Musashi II)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63TkTVtTNp8

Instantly, the boxes shoved out everybody. You can guess where things went from there. Absolute chaos as everybody rushed to get the heck out of there as fast as possible. Dresden fired a few warning shots from his staff, igniting several areas of the battlefield. “Stick close!” Ripley shouted, barrel rolling her way through the flames.

“Don’t need to tell us twice!” Dresden shouted as Lucifer and Stark just idly followed.

“Almost wish I could stick around and watch the fun.” Lucifer said as he took in the sights, only to notice a rampaging Rat Ogre dropping a bunch of supplies that his teeth had gotten stuck on. “Excuse me for one moment. Time for some good old scavenging!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Stark dismissed, holding his weapons close while running through the mayhem, avoiding a Psycho Cannon blast from Bison as the Shadaloo dictator flew above him, firing upon the weaker ones beneath him before getting sucker punched by Hibiki.

While avoiding that and rummaging through everything, the Nephilim found an unwelcome sight within the rubble of some bits of the supplies (no thanks to a few wayward blasts from the combatants). Dan Scheider…licking an image of a foot. “Fuck no.” Stark muttered, pushing that same garbage on top of the freak.

Tomoe ran through the enemies, even firing a few flame arrows to dispel any underpowered attackers. “I cannot shake off…that this is only the start.” In summary, she had a bad feeling about all this, but she had to forge ahead.

As Mila stood close to Tomoe, ready to use her healing magic and lighting-based spells at will, a golden glow suddenly enveloped her. “What in the-ACK!” Her staff suddenly had a gaudy green lightning bolt attatched to it.

“FOR YOUR BRAVERY AND JUST BEING HERE, YOUR STAFF HAS BEEN UPRADED TO ‘SUPER LIGHTNING MODE’!” The voice of everybody’s least tolerated mentor figure in American Sentai, Gosei, shouted, the tiki-like thing suddenly appearing before her.

“…why?” She asked, waving her staff about before a bolt nearly fried Isabelle in the distance by sheer accident.

“THERE’S A SIMPLE EXPLANATION FOR THAT!” He shouted before suddenly vanishing, leaving the tigress more confused than honored.

“Ugh. Men.” She muttered before slamming her staff down on Tyler’s head, after he had attempted to punch her off-guard.

Tyler staggered before coming face to face with Shantae. “Sorry you gotta die, girly. Just the way it has to be.” He clenched his fists, ready to beat on the half-genie.

“I wouldn’t recommend that!” She created several bursts of flames on her fingers, ready to fling them at the human while Kefka, in the background, fired blast after blast in manic joy.

One of the harlequin’s blasts, however, awakened something. A large gelatinous creature made of green slime and possessing a singular purple gem for an eye emerged from a crater left behind. It let out a burbling roar before surging for Shantae and Tyler.

“Yipe! Change!” She shouted as she turned into her harpy mode, focusing on regrouping with her teammates as Tyler was left unprepared for the monster, which instantly threw itself upon him.

“NOOommmmph!” He shouted as his body was pinned, slowly dissolving within and, unlike most that fall prey to slimes, it didn’t feel exactly pleasurable for the anarchist, his body broken down utterly.

Fenrir ripped and tore through the supplies, focusing on getting out of there as soon as possible and possibly taking a few lives as he did it. Nothing, not even his own team, mattered to him, as he let out a howl and accidentally knocked over where Dan Schneder was hiding, leaving him exposed to a sudden blast from Kefka, frying the creep.

Harry Potter kept his head down, using his cloak of invisibility to get past the hordes. He would regroup with Anubis, but the jackal-like god was occupied at the moment. “Stand down, small one!” Anubis fired several blasts of necro-energy from his staff at a charging Gotrek to no avail. “You stand against a God!”

“Heard it all BEFORE!” Gotrek shouted before swinging his mighty rune-enhanced axe, easily cleaving through Anubis’ neck and decapitating him, causing the God’s body to fall and vanish into course dust. “Well, that was disappointing. Who else wants some?!” He shouted, eager to meet his doom, yet nobody here looked truly worthy.

“…nope!” Tarron, whom was observing that fight, wisely cut her losses and scurried through the mayhem, regrouping with Tomoe and Mila.

“I must admit! Now would be a good time to flee!” Tilroo suggested, carrying a canteen of a strange white liquid. “For as a wise man once said…if the kitchen is too hot, get out! Usually, I never do, but-“

She was interrupted by a blast of evil energy belonging to Veigar flying over her head. “FOOOLS!” Veigar shouted as he was backed by his team. River was firing Water Gun anywhere she could while the droid was just firing at anybody that struck his fancy, even accidentally singing Harry’s cloak. Ankha was just tugging one of her bracelets as a Magpie tried to steal it in the mayhem. “Cower before-“

“Hey! Think fast!” Ripley had one last thing to do as she and his team were making their getaway. She grabbed a knife in the supplies scattered about, threw it up, and kicked it all the way into the wannabe villain’s chest, swiftly ending his life.

“MASTER!” River shouted in utter horror while Ankha let out a gasp. This was NOT a good sign for her survival, nor was it pleasant to see the small one sputtering up blood. “NOOO!”

“Uh, that sucks, but…are you gonna pick that up?” Saitama walked up to her, pointing to some loafs of bread that were scattered about due to the Rat Ogre’s continuing rampage.

Instead of words, River fired twin jets of pressurized water from her hands, screaming in rage as she struggled to keep as many people away from the body of her beloved master as possible. “Suggestion: Do not waste your time on meatbags like that. Maybe we should construct an escape plan? I am noticing we are severely outgunned. Even my lust for mayhem and death has limits.” HK-47 suggested.

Ridley, for his part, was just gathering whatever supplies he deemed necessary, mostly meat and water. “You purple putz! Kill these fools while I make my escape!” Shredder yelled, only to have the dragon’s spear tail under his chin.

“You go your way and I’ll go mine, alright? Much as I’d love to show these guys who’s boss, I’ve got my priorities straight. Be useful and grab the clown and Mr. High and Mighty.” Ridley scolded before flying off into the woods, leaving the villain to fume.

As this chaos was happening, a few flowers began to shoot aphrodisiac into the air, hoping to corrupt any unwary souls that would pass on by. While Nicholas was busy gathering fallen supplies from the rampaging Rat Ogre, he noticed how Worick had a tent in his pants. “What? Just something in the air.” He smiled, memories of his gigolo life coming to the forefront, but it was a bit too early to truly fall into lust.

Such was the case for M.Bison, whom also felt the effects, but his heart was so black that it failed to faze him, just grinning as he prepared another Psycho Crusher against two that WERE affected mostly. “What is…what is this feeling?” Hibiki could hardly get her Symphogear to work as she crossed her thighs in arousal.

“Oh, cheese and crackers…not now…” Judy was well on her way to once again fleeing into the woods with her compatriots, but the heat that all Zootopia residents feared happen to them once or twice a year was coming in full force, giving her thoughts of knotted cocks…so many…maybe even the cock of her boss?

Bison was about to unleash his power on these two, but a large ribbon suddenly tied around him. “What is this?!” He shouted before Mami used it to throw him into a District Box, giving a curtsy that unleashed several magically constructed Muskets to fire upon the Box, blowing it up.

“Come.” Mami extended a hand to her teammate. “We have no time to lose.”

“Yes.” Lelouch calmly walked through the devastation, nary a thing catching his eye…except for Sakura being distracted by an adorable bunny rabbit (not a recovering Judy) that was hopping near the supplies she was gathering. “That means you too!”

“Oh! Sorry!” Sakura called out, summoning the card Fly to put some wings on her wand to rocket her and a downed Hibiki to safety. Even the stoic Lelouch was somewhat impressed, but then again. He DID catch sight of a large purple tank being commandeered by an anthro cat and a civilian, a large dragon charging alongside them.

“Olly olly oxenfree!” Ed shouted as he and Sarah held onto the large tank.

“Yikes! This place is crazier than I thought!” Sarah shouted as several energy blasts nearly singed her hair. However, her fluffy tail snagged on something. Lifting it up, she found herself with a trident with three vibrating dildos as blades on it. “Cool! Free loot drop! Your turn, lug!”

“On it!” Ed saluted as he used his tongue to grab something of his own. Like Tilroo, he got a canteen with white liquid. “Milk! But no Chunky Puffs?” He would have talked more, but the tank came to a complete stop when a rocket fired onto its path, causing the riders to be thrown off.

“Coming my way, aren’t you?” BWL smirked.

“Hello, nightmare fuel.” Sarah balked as Ed stood before her.

“Stand back, demon from the netherworld! You will not get by Ed, slayer of the evil ones!” The dullard thought he was going up against a Cenobite upon giving that ugly mug a look. This would not be an easy battle.

“I don’t want you fools. Oh, no…something’s in the air…making me feel all PENT…up.” He licked his lips with a long tongue as he traced a finger over the tank. “Coming my way, aren’t you?” Yes, he was affected by the aphrodisiac. You may puke now.

“SHOCKWAVE TRANSFORM!” A British sounding voice rang from the tank before it suddenly shifted into a bipedal one-eyed Cybertronian, hulking and armed with a massive arm-cannon that blasted BLW point-blank, sending him into the woods already.

“Whoa…” Sarah blinked at the sight of the taller robot, with Ed just staring at the second Decepticon he had met as of now. This one being the scientist known as Shockwave.

“Come with me if you wish to live.” Shockwave told them, his red eye focused on the duo. “Wait, where is the-“

His question was answered as Spongebob’s lower-half was flung their way, the upper half with a spatula impaled through it as Zodd chewed on what remained, spitting it out and roaring in fury. “Uh…yay, team?” Sarah nervously raised a fist in victory.

“Enough. Now is the time to flee and plan. Logically, I should leave you all behind, but the numbers around me are stacked against my favor. Therefore, hop on.” Shockwave offered his claw, to which the cat crawled up him, while Ed just leaped onto his eye. “Do not spread smears on my optic. It would be-GAH!” He was suddenly nearly blind-sided by the charging Zodd, to which he gave chase.

Katt was leaping across the field, eventually landing on Axiom. “So, you’re no longer crazy now?” She asked, whacking away a sudden thorn-plant heading for the large alien with her weapon.

“Actually, yes. While I am tempted to give into my instincts as of now, I will refrain from so.” Axiom responded calmly. “Right now, a safe vantage point is required. Where are the others?”

“Ahnassi is right behind you.” The Kaithrit suddenly showed up behind him, like she was a shadow. “She is a master of stealth. Keep that in mind as…oh, what is going on here?”

Before them, Rox was tugging on a bag that Snorri was furiously tugging back. “This Snorri’s! You let go of it, freak!”

“Really…hope nobody is watching!” Rox growled as she tugged even harder, only for the thin to burst and cover them in Volcano Sauce. They just stood there, with Snorri letting out a scream of the damned and running around in circles, narrowly avoiding many attacks and obstacles. “OW! HOT! HOT!” Rox cried out.

Katt, out of curiosity, flicked a finger across the shuddering and panting Chaar, tasting the sauce. “Huh. Doesn’t taste like a mouth-burner.”

“Can we FOCUS?! Sorry.” Axiom nearly lost his temper before the foursome made off.

Isabelle finally regrouped with Judy, whom felt a strange urge to just kiss the secretary right then and there. After all, soft body, sizable hips, cute chest, adorable face…the rabbit shook her head as she looked around.  “Don’t panic. We just do what we did last time, alright?” The cop assured.

“Yes, but…hey, I see Shantae!” Isabelle waved, only to realize what was coming for them. “What the-GACK!”

Before the two knew it, they and the Half-Genie were being propelled by a large truck, the three on the hood and holding on for dear life. “Look what I found again!” Fidget was at the driver’s seat, not really using the wheel right. “Our escape plan begins now!”

“This is NOT an escape plan, you loon!” Shantae shouted, but her words fell upon deaf ears. For once, the Nimbat felt in control again, ready to take on the world with her level of thinking.

Of course, she was unware that HK-47 was holding onto the trailer of the truck. “Planning: Turn every unexpected outcome into a success. Grab on, everybody!”

“I WILL AVENGE YOU, MASTER!” River wailed as she ran towards the speeding truck, holding Akha’s hand as she locked the other one with the droid. “Whoa! Hold on! Slow doooooown!” She shouted as the two groups sped off into the woods.

As for those that remained, things were a bit more peaceful. “So…you have won this ancient sacred game?” Elias stood before Bardin, his hand in a paper formation while the dwarf had his in a scissors one. “Then I shall teleport you and your large friend to safety, as the ancients laws decree.”

Yes, Rock-Paper-Scissors was serious business here. Sue me. “Well, off with us then! And if you call that ugly raki my friend, I’m gonna-“ Before the dwarf knew it, he was teleported way, giving him yet another reason on top of the pile to hate magic. For Elias’ part, he would regroup with his team, but at his own pace.

Soon enough, all that remained was Team 3, of which one of them was hiding in the Cornucopia. “Let’s see…and then…the canid monster’s head flew across the field…like a skipping stone? No, that doesn’t fit.” Felix wrote yet another part of Gotrek’s tail, trying to make sense of what just happened.

“You done in there?” Gotrek himself shouted as Malakai wiped off a muttering Snorri of that sauce. “Me thinks this day’s only begun…and the boredom can begin anew. All that destruction and not even a cut on me?! There’s no justice!”

“Oh, yes. The fact that, once again, we all avoided horrible injuries is quite the blight.” Felix muttered, but hey. If he and the unruly dwarves cold survive unscathed so many times, maybe this would be no different? Either way, this Bloodbath had claimed more lives than usual.

Not a good sign, eh? Or is it, if you’re that kind of person.

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PART 3: The First Day

Bardin was the first to arrive in the secluded woods, dusting himself off. “Ugh…feel all tingly…magic. Hrmph. Never worked for anybody with half a spine.” However, he realized tht Rat Ogre that was supposed to be working for him wasn’t there. “Guess it’s all up to me now.” He shrugged, thinking of a possible shanty he could come up with.

He was unaware of the Dragonmaid that had also wandered from her team to search for resources, drinking from her canteen and feeling a bit…loopy. “Such flavor…unlike any I have felt before.” She commented, a heavy blush on her face. Still, she kept to her duties like any good servant.

Meanwhile, Snorri was making a bit of a scene with his group as they wandered through the woods. “And then, Snorri will dig many holes! Many holes indeed! Holes that will entrap them all and ensure nobody gets out alive!”

“Snorri, all due respect, we’d be ancient before we dug holes across this place. Goes on for…huh…I already lost count.” Malakai said before noticing something odd with Gotrek. “Something on your mind?”

The dwarf Slayer grumbled. Again, that damn aphrodisiac had affected him, but his resolve was much greater than that. While it didn’t cause something of a tent to form in his tight pants, it didn’t debilitate him as much. “Nothing. We keep moving. Surely, there’s either a worthy battle or an exit ahead. Or ale. That always works.”

“OW!” Felix suddenly shouted, before he caught sight of a pair of black tails moving within the bushes. That, and the feeling something was planted on his back. “What just happened?!”

“…a childish joke, that’s what.” Gotrek grumbled as Snorri felt like bursting into laughter upon noticing the ‘Kick Me’ sign on the human’s back now.

However, as they were making their way through, a tank was spying on them. Specifically, Shockwave, with Sarah atop him with her hands making binocular shapes. “Dwarves…it’s like some kind of fantasy kitchen sink! Dwarves, robots, dragons, what next?” She exclaimed.

“Silence. We are meant to be as quiet as possible when discerning the threat level of our opponents.” Shockwave stated, not even stating his activation phrase as he turned back into robot mode.

“Geez. No need to be a grouch about it.” Sarah stated. “Whatcha’ staring at?”

“Nothing.” He replied, despite the fact that his red optic had not blinked once. “Whatever the case, there is something about one of those organics that I would classify as ‘extremely dangerous’. Caution is strongly advised. Status report?” He asked his team.

“A-OK! Ready for action!” Sarah saluted, her trident at the ready. “Why do these keep vibrating?” She wondered, flicking one tip as it suddenly shot some strange gel from the tip.

Zodd, for his part, was tugging on the remains of Spongebob still, while also writing a sort of Will into the dirt with his claw. It was crude, yes, but it seemed to imply he would continue to try to kill all the strongest. Or something in Ancient Civilization writing. Either way, he was pacified…for now.

Ed, however, was just looking down at something that intrigued him. Thanks to a combination of that cum-canteen and the aphrodisiac floating in certain parts, his erection was tenting his pants something fierce. “I think it’s a tumor!” He pointed to it as Sarah blushed at the sight.

“Wow! It’s so big and…kinda gross. Could you take that thing away?” She asked, her tail moving about a bit as Shockwave wondered if there was a way to purge something your memory banks.

Judy Hopps and Isabelle had also found themselves minus the other two members of their team, leaving them alone in the forbidden woods that was this area. “Well, at least my Will from last time isn’t outdated.” She got out that piece of paper, remembering when she wrote one down, mostly to do with giving any assets she had to her folks, Nicke, and any other friends.

“Are you sure? If we just stick together, maybe we’ll come out alive this time? I mean…I’m kind of scared myself. But that doesn’t mean we should give up just now.”

Judy did a double-take at that. “Giving up? Who said anything about that? Just…you know, preparing…but in any case…” She folded up the old Will, turned it into a paper airplane, and threw it into the wind as she grabbed a leaf and began to write on a new one. “Let’s see…how about a new draft…”

That same plane poked a sneaking Taron in the eye as she crawled around in her stealth suit. “Ow! Bitch!” She muttered before returning to her scouting.

As for how her team was doing, Tomoe had found herself suddenly pinned to the wall by a rather red-faced Ahnassi. “Ahanssi is not sure what is coursing through her…but she is hungry for MILK at the moment…” She managed to get as far as tugging down those robes, revealing a soft and slightly impressive bust.

“Stop this! I sense no ill-intent, but-AH!” Tomoe was interrupted by the sudden latching of those lips around her nipple, a rough tongue moving across it as the Kaithrit felt a strong urge to just strip right then and there.

Next to them was Fidget herself, whom managed to fly out from the wreckage of the vehicle she just crashed, her claws between her loins as she struggled with the aphrodisiac as well. “Fuck…can’t hold back…wanna join them…maybe get caught up in that soft fur of hers…”

Tomoe could only push on that head for so long, lost in the feeling of that rough tongue moving from nipple to nipple, awakening a motherly fetish in her brain that made her shiver and quake…right up until BWL arrived, smiling as he brandished his claws.

“I’m still feeling the horny! Come on! Who wants a literal piece of me?!” The vile Batman shouted, unable to think properly with how much horny he had sniffed up.

Needless to say, this awkward meeting was broken up with MANY well-placed arrows and fireballs, as well as a massive explosion that rocketed BWL into the sky, his team uncaring.

For Rox, another one affected by the gas, she was busy handling a lust-induced problem of her own. “Mmmph! HMmmph!” She muttered as the Rat Ogre above her shoved his rather large cock into her maw, her jaws struggling to bite down, but that just aroused the beast more.

“Rarrrgh!” He growled as he started to move his mutated cock into her throat, her folds wet as she contended with her odd heat. Despite the shame of it, she had to admit. Something about his pre-cum was corruptive, but so good…so tasty…oh, where were the others to stop this madness from continuing?!

As she continued to get deep-throated, a sudden blast of fire smacked into the Rat Ogre’s face, causing his cock to plop out and for Rox to start coughing up pre-cum, watching as that fire forced the beast to run for its life, blinded by fury and even a tinge of fear. “And don’t you come back!” Katt shouted, her weapon smoking with the power of the Shaman (however that worked). “You okay, big girl?”

Rox got back up, wiping the green pre-cum from her lips. “That’s…not going away soon. The shame and all.”

“Don’t worry about it. Something about this place, it isn’t right.” Katt patted the larger feline’s shoulder. “C’mon. Let’s go find the others. Maybe that big lug will also show up. Somebody hit him in the head and he just went wild. Guy’s got issues!”

Speaking of which, Worick was on the run as Axiom started to ram through the trees, Nicholas in hot pursuit. “COME BACK HERE AND SHOW ME JUST HOW GOOD YOU ARE WITH THAT PRIMITIVE GUN!” The Mutton shouted.

“Ah, geez! Chased by an alien while my partner tries to keep his raging stiffie to himself! That drugged-up homeless man on the train was right!” Worick exclaimed, still firing shots as Nicholas tried to pick up the face, his boner apparent from the aphrodisiac, but his desire to save his friend greater.

As they ran, the final victim of the aphrodisiac, Fenrir, was busy stroking himself off furiously, his large knotted cock refusing to cum unless it was in a warm surface. “Damn it all…this works all the time back in my cave.” He tried to think of many sexy things. Bitches in heat, wolves willing to carry his young, the sight of his father as a mare-

No, that just killed his boner, reducing him to normal right as BWL fell right through a tree next to him. “Ah. You’re still here. Whatever happened to that boy?” He wondered.

This should transition to our next group. See, Fidget crashed that truck from earlier as you know, but the deceased Veigar’s team had been holding onto it still. River was knocked out cold (no need to reduce her clothing, given her already nude state), while the other two were barely awake. “Function: Kill all meatbags. Survival is what is absolutely necessary, despite lacking an actual Master now.”

“No…need to…avenge Master…” River muttered, struggling to get up. Ankha, however, had already gotten up, but was met with the face of Saitama.

“You guys wouldn’t have happened to see some random Yakuza guys and a tuxedo-wearing skull-headed man, right?” He asked cordially, looking around the wreck. “Bad time?”

“Exclamation: Meatbag detected! Assessing threat level…” The droid got out his gun, but, upon doing a scan of the one in front of him, he suddenly turned away. “Recalculating: Hunting the severely less dangerous meatbag. Have fun, random feline person I do not care about in any way.” With that, he was running off, though he would return soon, if not to see if he missed out on any more slaughter.

That left Ankha to possibly face this human alone. “Fine! You don’t’ look so tough! I’m going to get you out of my sight right this instant, me-meow!”

“Oh. You wanna fight. I don’t think you wanna do that.” Saitama said plainly before Ankha rushed at him, breaking her claws on his chest. “See?”

“OOOOOW! That…manicure…COST ME A FORTUNE, ME-MEOW!” She rushed at him again, only to trip and run face-first into a molotov that had rolled out from the wrecked vehicle, setting her on fire and, despite many pained screams, she was dead within moments, burning still.

“…I’m gonna leave now. Hopefully to get that out of my brain.” Saitama wasn’t a very emotional man on even the worst of days, but he did grimace at the sight of a burning catgirl. There were rougher ways to bite it in his universe, but still.

For HK-47, he found a possible target in Harry Potter, keeping his blaster trained on the boy as he finally removed his cloak. “Alright, Potter. Don’t panic. Keep your wits about you and you’ll make it out of here.”

“Correction: I would not think so, Meatbag.” With that, the droid prepared to open a volley of blaster-fire upon the boy, always remaining ten feet away in the bushes…but then he heard a rumbling. “What-“

Before he knew it, he was trampled by several characters in rapid succession. “Out of the way!” Shredder shouted, carrying several canteens of water.

“Sorry!” Sakura apologized as she used the Dash to get away alongside Hibiki.

“We’ll pay you back, promise!” The equally-as-kind girl exclaimed, as she was carrying the bulk of what they stole from a developing camp.

“Move it or lose it! HAHA!” Kefka was the last to exit, flying through the air while holding up a comically large ball of random junk he found from the camp, while also trying to take potshots at those also running. Even Shredder had to avoid some wayward blasts.

HK-47 laid there, twitching and still functional as Elias emerged from the bushes, fuming deep inside, but otherwise maintaining his composure. “I do not understand why they had to break the sanciticy of my camp. I have not even gotten the essentials out.” With that, as he awaited his other teammates, he teleported in the ACTUAL supplies he valued. Mages had to well prepared for scavengers in situations like this, after all.

Mila had gotten separated as well, but she could already feel the life-forces of Tomoe, Taron, and Tilroo near, so they weren’t dead. A good sign. However, as she wandered through the woods, something was stalking here. Something black and oozing. Something that, before she knew it, latched onto her back.

“What’s thi-GAH!” She felt a dark essence creep into her mind, but, with her healing magic, she managed to stave it off. Strangely, though, she could still feel the creeping, but none of it felt…debilitating, hence the failing of most of her magic. It felt…empowering. “Peculiar.” She looked behind, seeing no blow against her back.

However, she began to hear voices in her head. ‘Bide…wait…KILL…’ It spoke in a strange distorted version of her own voice.

“Damn this place.” She muttered, resolving to make her way to her team and face this alone. She hated being dependent on others, after all. Never again, yes?

Mami, as she waited for her teammates to return from whatever excursion they were sent off to do, looked into the reflection of a river. “How is this any different?” She wondered. “Being given the chance to be something greater, but there being a catch to do as well? What if I’m cursed?” And just as things were returning to a kind of wellness in her universe…

Lelouch wasn’t paying attention to that, more focused on getting a nice big drink from the river. However, as he drank the water, he began to feel…odd in his loins. “What’s this?” Before he knew it, he felt…rather frisky. Like ‘wanna fuck everything that moves’ frisky. Only his powerful mind could stave off those strong urges.

This is the same man that surrounded himself intentionally or not with beautiful woman that vied for his affection and he still resisted the primordial urges. Slightly harder now when you suddenly find yourself with a secondary cock, but still.

“Are you alright, sir?” Mami asked before Lelouch composed himself, thankful that his outfit wasn’t TOO tight to keep the secondary equipment at bay.

“Y-yes. I suggest you focus yourself. We have a long many days ahead of us.” He walked past her, though she could smell something odd around him. Probably was the water, as it glistened with a magical energy even she could detect.

Harry and Stark were wandering through the forest, with Ripley taking the lead. “I don’t know, but I think we dodged a bullet, the moment we lost sight of the literal devil.” Harry stated, unaware he was being followed by a strange small kind of wasp. One with green chitinous armor and red eyes. Sparks from the mandibles, too. Almost as if it was spying on him.

“Nothing good came from demons. Trust me on that.” Stark stated. “So, you’re a detective?”

“Yep. For all things that go bump in the night. You?”

“Punching bag of fate.”

“Eh. No different.”

Ripley, for her part, had scraped her leg against a mermaid scale that had been lodged into a tree. “Nnngh…the fuck?” She looked at herself, her paws becoming more webbed and her stubby tail growing out to become akin to a dolphin’s rudder-tail. She felt an overwhelming urge to swim, especially as the skin under her fur felt smoother.

Would these changes matter? She was a cyborg, in the end. Swimming wasn’t her forte. Whatever got her ahead, though.

Bison, back at the District Box, had explosively emerged, his arms crossed, but something else was different about him. As he looked into the distance, he smirked. For Kefka’s rampage at the start of this caused a potion of a special essence to be thrown with him when that happened.

Before his eyes, his arm converted into a purple gelatinous mass. Laughing, he started to dart from place to place, becoming a quick-moving thick mass of purple gel with his face stretched out at the center of it all, making a disturbing image. This mass of Psycho Power was on the move and ready to kill all who stood in his way.

And you’re all probably wondering what happened to Shantae? Or Lucifer? Or Ridley for that matter? “What up, everybody! This is Jackass and we’re throwing these schmucks in a buffalo farm with no protection!” Basky shouted, the logo for Jackass suddenly showing up.

In a buffalo pen, Lucifer was riding atop on as Shantae struggled not to get trampled. “And they say nothing is good on television these days.” Lucifer smirked as he stayed on top of his own.

“AAAAAAH! HEEEEEEELP!” Shantae wailed. “Why do my powers-OW!-fail at the worst of times-OW!” She yelped as the trampling continued.

Nobody had it worse than Ridley, however, as his tail had been caught in the stampede and he was being dragged along literal hot coals as part of the stunt. His words came out as incomprehensible shrieking and roaring, as well as attempted fireballs from his maw that kept missing. “Come on, you two. It’s fun. Have fun.” The ruler of Hell smirked.

They would return to their teams soon, but it was clear only one of them would be having fun at the end of it all.

Part 4: The First Night

“Ahem…I, Kefka Palazzo…of sound, mind, and body…” The Harlequin could barely contain his giggles as he piled shovelfuls of dirt onto a hole in the ground, before a large claws purple arm emerged from it, as well as a VERY ticked off Ridley.

“I’M NOT DEAD, ASSHOLE!” He roared. “If you want to continue breathing, quit laughing and tell me what I missed!” He fully emerged, his wings spreading wide and his breaths coming out as hateful puffs.

Kekfa stopped his laughing fit before clearing his throat. “I…may have already wrote your Will and sent if off the nearest person in the vicinity. Some one-eyed putz with a gun.” He was, of course, talking about Worick.

Ridley’s eye twitched as he heard that. “…just…tell me somebody at least died.”

“Oh! Well, there was one sight that I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of, my similarly genocidal friend.” The harlequin clasped his hands, recalling what he saw during that moment he sent out that ‘Will’.

Which brings us to Worick himself, looking at the Will with a raised eyebrow. As for his chaser, Axiom, the poor alien was conspicuously missing a head, a smoking crater left behind. Thank Taron for that, as the cat-girl had managed to find an explosive Turducken and just throw it when she had the chance from the shadows. Poor Mutton never saw it coming.

“This is almost too easy.” She said to herself before yawning. “But I’m a bit tired to take on those studs…even the hard one.” She gave a sultry glance to Nicholas, whom was still dealing with a raging stiffie as he caught up with his partner. Soon enough, she left for wherever Tomoe had set up camp.

Worick poked the alien corpse before smirking. “Guess things just sort themselves out in these parts. Kind of like your little problem in your pants?” He teased Nicholas, whom just grunted in annoyance. “You’ll get used to it. I mean, there are times where I wish the blood could run over there for once.”

“Hey, guys. What did I miss?” Saitama asked before seeing the dead alien. “So it’s not just me, then.”

“Something I gotta ask you, boy.” Worick turned to him. “How come you sound so bored? I mean, think about it. Money, power, whatever, it lies at the end of this. Personally, me and my friend just wanna go home. You?”

The hero nobody knew just shrugged. “I kinda win every time I fight. It’s just something I do.” To demonstrate, he punched in the mere air, causing a shockwave that was powerful enough to shatter through an entire treeline. Even Nicholas was perturbed, gripping his blade tighter.

“Hot DAMN! What are they feeding you?!” Worick chuckled. “If that’s what you can do, how about that skull-faced guy?”

Speaking of which, the not-very-amused Elias suddenly found himself in a darkened sewer beneath the Arena. “Hm. Me being unable to sense whenever there’s a magical disturbance in the air…either I’m ‘losing my edge’, as they say, or something entirely new is at work.”

“You too, huh?” Stark wandered out of the shadows, brandishing his large black knife and the na’at. “Hate to say it, but only one of us is getting out of here alive. Just the way it goes.”

Elias didn’t seem perturbed. “Your weapons…they smell of realms locked to any regular mortal. This should prove interesting.” Many thorn plants began to emerge from all around him, even as he stoically stood before the Nephilim.

“You a demon or something? Because I’ve killed PLENTY in my day.” With that, Stark flung his na’at at the Mage, the thorns coming out, only for the thing to stop in mid-air.

“Basic demonic magic. Easy to circumvent.” Elias stated as he twisted the weapon back, sending it towards its owner, only for Stark to block it with his knife. “And now, for an end to this decent observation.”

Before Stark knew it, the whole tunnel was filled with thorn-plants. Without the one he loved to hold him back, Elias was free to utterly crush the man with his power, the Nephilim never seeing the torrents of plants coming as they tore and crushed his very flesh and bones.

And with that, Elias took his leave. Maybe Stark was still alive under all those plants and still hacking his way through? Or maybe he was sent all the way back to Hell to go through whatever trials and tribulations awaited him there? Who could say?

Ripley was tapping her foot as she awaited in her camp for either one of her teammates. Only Harry was there, ready to hit the hay. “So, are you from the future or just some kind of government conspiracy material?”

“Can’t say.” She shrugged, sharpening her claws as she looked at her new rudder tail. “This had better have some kind of use. Otherwise, gonna feel hella-ripped off.” However, as she looked upon herself, she saw something poking through the bushes. A hand? A scarred one? Maybe Stark’s? “Hold that thought.”

As she checked up on that, Dresden kicked back, almost missing the not-so-simple life back at home. However, as he started to drift off after putting up a defensive spell around him, River actually walked near the camp, utterly dazed still from that crash. “Master…is that you?” She asked blearily. “I just want you to know…I love you…I love you so mu-OW!” She ran into a tree, resuming her aimless wandering.

Ripley, for her part, managed to find the hand she thought belonged to her teammate…only for it to be Malakai aiming a strange green crossbow at her. “Greetings! Prepare to feel the wrath of my new and improved Unmissable!” With that, he pulled the trigger…only for the bow to backfire and leave Malakai with a blackened face of soot. “…oh. Well, this is a problem.”

One Dwarf flung over the trees later, we bring you back to Tilroo, whom was preparing the camp for the long days ahead. Complete with creating large brick walls with her innate magical abilities. You see, Dragonmaids like her swore a sacred oath to make sure the living spaces of those they served were as comfortable as possible. And secure, for that matter.

Furthermore, she was the Kitchen Dragonmaid of Fire. So, the place was built like a combination of a well-crafted kitchen and a furnace, turning the place into an air-tight seal that nobody that she disliked could enter. Sure, they would all have to go out for resources once in a while, but still. The nights were relatively safe.

This led to no small frustration when more than a few combatants were drawn in by the lovely smells. “What in the blasted pits is wrong with this thing?!” Gotrek shouted as he kept hurling his axe against the walls. While his axe was certainly powerful, even the rune magic wasn’t enough to destroy the literal walls made out of the fiery maid’s servitude.

He was having better luck than others, though, as Shredder had broken his blades on the thing and was even sent flying by a sudden blast of kitchen smoke sent from an opened window Tilroo opened up. “Safe travels!” The maid almost jokingly waves as Shredder went sailing into the distance.

Lucifer, having recently returned from his buffalo-related fun, had a similar idea to break in, but a massive poster on the side of the fortified walls dissuaded him: ‘LOGAL PAUL ALMIGHTY-IT COULD HAPPEN IRL’ it stated. “Nnnnnope.” He turned tail, settling for just watching the other madness unfolding on the right side of the wall.

While Taron was still moving through the woods and Mila was handling something else we’ll soon cover, Tomoe was on the top of the wall, her dedication meaning that she was well equipped to not just leave the defenses up to just the walls. No, she was the sentry and her arrows were VERY equipped for the job.

“This was a bad idea! I just wanted cookies! Why do bad things happen to good people?!” Sarah shrieked, having sworn she could smell cookies coming from the fortified kitchen/camp. Her tail and Dildo-Trident were on fire, to add insult to injury.

“You’re telling me!” Shantae, still roughed up from last time, also fled, an arrow going past her hair. If this were following her franchise’s rules, imagine an area that, the moment you stepped into it, would rain such a volley of arrows, no amount of Squidsmith grinding would be able to bypass it.

Harry Potter was another unfortunate one who tried to sneak his way in, but all that happened was that his cloak was burnt to a crisp. “Where’s are the others when you need them?” He wondered out-loud, wondering how many spells could bypass the power of this strange creature. The might of an Oni was not something they covered in Hogwarts, evidently.

Tomoe wasn’t the only one defending her camp with extreme vigor. Gotrek’s camp back a ways was being attended to by Snorri and Felix at the moment. Felix, for his part, was failing miserably at making a fire. “Come on! Two sticks together, one fire! It’s that simple!”

“Snorri not caring at the moment! Fighting umgak thing!” The dwarf shouted as he flung his axes at HK-47. The droid had gotten himself together and he was packing heat, firing upon the dwarf with blaster-fire.

“Ultimatum: Surrender yourself to death and your demise will be swift. I revel in death, but not sloppy death!” The droid shouted, but his blaster was having zero affect on the burly Dwarf, despite the blaster-marks being left in his skin. “Confirmation: I may be royally fu-“

SMASH! The Droid was head-butted into a tree, knocking him out for a moment, though two others decided to make themselves known. “Dibs!” Katt leaped out of the shadows, brandishing her weapon.

Snorri’s first reaction was to SLAM the blunt ends of his axes against her face, comically causing it to distort before she was flung forward. Little guys were plenty strong and Katt didn’t exactly have the best defense back in her universe, no? However, Mila was next, firing a volley of empowered lightning bolts, the voice in her head getting stronger.

Instead, Snorri actually whacked the bolts before they could hit him, creating a wide lightning arc that hit the tigress, causing the symbiote that had attached to her to spasm, taking control of her twitching and shocked body and crawling off into the dark. “Awwww! But the fight was barely a fight!” Snorri moaned, but then again. Better to die against a troll or bigger than these putzes.

And Felix just kept trying to make a fire, despite that sudden onslaught.

To finalize the fate of the dwarves for this night, Bardin yawned as he felt like shit. “So many hours gone by…no ale…a happy Dwarf, this does not make me.” He scoffed before plopping into a massive hollow hole in a tree, several squirrels already moving to accommodate him. “Bah. At least I don’t have to share nappin’ space with a damn ‘raki.” He supposed.

Again, the Rat Ogre was quite far from where he was, still wandering aimlessly without a master. However, the aphrodisiac from before had not left him. Not by a long shot. In fact, his sexual frustration was being taken out on somebody part of yet another fractured team.

“Mmmph! MMMPH!” Mami shouted within her own ribbon. The poor girl had her breasts and pussy exposed, her own powers turning on her as she too was affected by the aphrodisiac. Above her, Bob was huffing disgusting drool as his large cock was pushing against her asshole, her soft figure being roughly gripped by his claws.

Her waist was nearly dug into as he pressed harder and harder until his cock-head managed to part her tight pucker, causing her to let out a muffled scream of pain, but her pussy also started to spray some fem-cum on the ground, as if…aroused by such roughness? She wasn’t sure if she liked girls or men or both, but this cock…it was a strange mixture of awful and amazing.

Awful because, obviously, none of this was of her consent and it was stretching her anal walls to the limit, tears going down her face as the claws of Bob pushed on her sizable bust, but it was also amazing with how it was ramming into her and stimulating her insides with strange green cum.

That cum was going into her systems, making her think rather…interesting things. Witches, of all shapes and sizes, corrupting her very body with sudden cocks all around her, as potent as the bullets she had in her magical muskets. Her Soul Gem was struggling to contend with it, the despair only being held off, ironically, by the aphrodisiac in her.

Eventually, the pent-up Rat Ogre let out a horrible roar into the night, cumming into her and causing her gag to suddenly be wet with that same cum coming out of her mouth and nose, the loads too much for her to keep focus on. She would wake up from this, but never the same way again.

Bob, for his part, went back to wandering, his cock flopping freely in the wind as he knuckle-ran through the woods. But why was Mami far from Lelouch when this was happening? Well, while Sakura was bringing everything she had from Elias camp to where Lelouch had set up things (and not quite getting it when the barrier stated she was cancelled on Twitter for acting apparently OOC), something…happened.

The ruler of Shadaloo was floating over Lelouch, a mic in his hand. “It would seem that this game would like me to utilize only one form for your execution.” He stated, half of his face still forming after plopping in here as a half-slime.

The prince of Britannia was unperturbed, his gaze suddenly locking on the man’s eyes. However, his Geass kept failing to activate. “Wait…what is this?”

Bison began to laugh as techno music started to play. “Allow me to enlighten you…before your path to Hell!”

(M.Bison Theme from Street fighter V. Arrange the vocals however you like)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWVLNZK6hiw

The whole area began to glow purple, Lelouch unable to say a thing when one of Bison’s hands suddenly wrapped around his mouth. “I normally don’t engage in such theatrics…but…

“There is no success…absolutely no gain…without the willingness…to inflict despair and pain!

Survival of the fittest! Such is my creed! Power and control, these are the things we know we need!

Yet here you stand, a whining little child before me! Whose parental issues spread farther than his ambitions, as far as anybody can see!

You control people only once through that eye. How abysmal! I’ll slaughter your kingdom, turn every loved one into a doll!

Every scheme leads to failure! How could you consider yourself auspicious?! Unleash a psycho-crusher on your Knightmares, oh, this is DELICIOUS!

This Geass power means nothing, complete NOTHING, to the master of Shadaloo! I’m a combatant AND a planner! Compared to me, what can you do?”

Before Lelouch could respond, the slime-hand began to glow with purple flame as he went for a few more bars.

“It’s already clear. You would sacrifice much for peace. But there’s only so much good you can do as you kill, manipulate, and fleece!

Held back by weak inhibitions, still filled with remorse! Compare to me! A true dictator! Victory comes, OF COURSE!

You wish to match words with me? I wouldn’t even dare. As the one who conquers all, you should know I hardly play fair!

For wasting my time with this song, I shall see that you pay! Your death shall affect ALL YOU  LOVE…but for me, it shall be Tuesday.

Apart from your soul and body, I couldn’t consider you beneath me less! From you, I hear is ‘NO!’ But from me…YES! YES! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

And with a final Psycho Crusher that shattered Lelouch’s back, the man was no more, his spine crushed into fine powder and the malicious Bison turning back into a Slime to go into the river, traveling across it to seek out his next victim…maybe with something a bit more than a hastily done rap battle, maybe.

Hibiki, for her part, was rather tired, but in a moment of naivatey, she had unknowingly rested against the large sleeping Rox. The Chaar was just trying to get over her humiliation during the day, but she didn’t seem to mind the Syphogear wearing girl resting against her hide. Felt kind of soothing, actually.

As the Celtic music emanating from the resting Gugnir began to play, Ahnassi managed to sneak on top of the tree that the cats had set up camp, managing to catch sight of Katt as she landed into another tree in the distance, alive but hurt. “Hmmnn…Ahnassi should observe the enemy more…many surprises, they bring.”

She wasn’t the only one thinking about those that could possibly cut their adventure short. Judy had managed to reunite with Fidget alongside Isabelle, though Shantae was still returning from her ill-fated raid of Tilroo’s keep (as we’ll call it). “And there’s a freaking DRAGON! How are we supposed to compete with that?!” The Nimbat shouted. Sure, she was confident, but the Nergigante she spotted was quite the scary sight.

“There are a lot of ways to handle a predator of that size. So long as it doesn’t breath fire, I think we’re in the clear.” Judy was thinking about the myriad of foes she’d have to face, but it was so hard to keep track of it all, especially in this primitive landscape.

When she looked to her side, she saw Isabelle lightly shaking. “Are you…alright?” Memories of Acererak taking over her body suddenly filled her mind.

“I’m fine!” The secretary dog answered. “Just…there was this giant wolf…and he just looked at me…ready to pounce…and then he just left! Not even a goodbye!”

“Sounds like a real creep. Like 90% of everybody still standing. Besides us, of course.” Fidget stated before she was suddenly enveloped in a large orange glow, startling the two in front of her. When it was done, she was suddenly decked in a Dragoon like armor, her paws lined with spear-like claws and her tail ending in a small axe. “Huh?! Where did I get this spiffy thing?”

“THERE’S A SIMPLE EXPLANATION FOR THAT!” Gosei’s familiar voice shouted. “For your semi-bravery and just standing around, I grant you the Beta-Nimbat Armor!”

“…Nope. Not gonna question it.” Judy face-palmed, especially as Fidget suddenly hit the ground, the armor too heavy.

“MY LEGS!” She shrieked.

As for Fenrir, the one Isabelle referred to earlier, he had only spared the pupper because, honestly, he thought she was beneath her in power so much, it hardly felt fair. Where he was now, he was on his own. Anything to keep out of any sort of company, especially BWL, whom was turning his campsite into his own personal torture chamber…shoddily, yes, but he was getting there.

We’d describe it, but there’s only so many times we can type ‘spiked thing’ and ‘thing that attacks the mind’ here with variations on it.

Back with Sarah’s team, as they awaited the Prime to come along, Ed was humming a little diddy to himself that reminded him of a scam that Eddy had come up with to capitalize on a fully new talent of the dullard’s. “Josie’s on vacation far away…” He struggled to remember the rest. “Uh…something something over?”

As he thought on that, Shockwave was about to go into stasis when he noticed a strange glowing blue rock beneath his stabilizing servo. “What’s this?” He wondered as he lifted the rock in his one claw. His optic examined the strange Stone. “Intriguing. Something about this mineral appears to be, pardon the phrasing, more than meets the eye.”

Zodd was just content resting on his underbelly, finished with using Spongebob’s corpse as a stress toy and just snorting the day away. Unbeknownst to him, his belly had rested upon yet another Infinity Stone. One that glowed dark purple. The Power Stone itself. Combined with the uncovered Space Stone, one could only wonder if Team 1 would once again win another round…

Chapter Text

Part 5: The Second Day

The sun had risen over the Arena, but a few had already woken up to explore and possibly score a few victories. One of those that were content to just explore was Ahnassi, whom, in her travels found the very same bunker that housed those dreaded Gyaos eggs from before. “Dark, desolate, and out of sight…it’s perfect.” The Kaithrit clapped her hands.

Elias, though far from his team after his battle underground, used a teleporting spell to look over the landscape. “Hmmn…this barrier…” He peered closely to the distance. “It feels as if I could be exterminated if I were to press myself too far against it…and it’s not just a mere human construct. Still made of foreign demonic energy. Something to think on.”

“You done yet?” Worick asked, crossing his arms before noticing that several trees were falling. Looking back, he was surprised to see Nicholas’ boner at an all-time high, the tent slicing through the very trees. “Huh. Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t take up my job!” He chuckled, much to Nicholas’ unamusement.

Elias shook his head. “Humans and their mating habits…”

As for those looking to score a victory, one of them was Ripley, whom was sneaking past the sleeping Zodd. The aphrodisiac in the air was making sure the dragon was stirring, but lost in a dream about rutting another member of his species and NOT dying (Nergigante structure is weird and terrifying).

She found what she thought was a suitable target in Ed, whom was snoring the morning away. “Sorry, buddy…” She extended her arms, ready to fire into his head. “But you gotta go.”

Suddenly, Ed sprang up, still sleeping. “Must defeat robot overlords!” He shouted as he sleep-ran, running into Ripley in the process.

“Hey! Get off of me!” She growled, causing Zodd to nearly wake up. However, she was suddenly silenced when Ed accidentally ran into a tree. That managed to wake the dullard up…but in the process, a thick branch had been impaled through the robotic canine, sparks and circuits flying.

“Gnnngh…not…fair…” She muttered before her systems shut down, ending her life.

Ed stared at what he had done. “Sorry!” He said casually, thinking she could just be rebuilt as he wandered over to camp, letting out another yawn as Ripley’s body became food for whatever scavengers would come. Like the wasp that was following Dresden around. The tiny thing picked at the corpse, assessing it.

Shockwave and Sarah were all the way to the North, where they suddenly teleported on a large pile of Action 52 cartridges (as in, garbage). The shorthair Prime did her best to keep her balance, as well as the Decepticon. “S-s-s-so that’s what it does!” Sarah said as she wobbled.

“Confirmed. This stone allows for unlimited teleportation, even though this is possibly only a fraction of its true power…yet I must agree with your fear. We are…quite far up high. And I lack an aerial alt-mode, as it is.”

Suddenly, a hail of mystical arrows began to rain down upon them, with Shockwave taking the brunt of them, all of them bouncing off, though some leaving scars in his paint-job. “Ambus-WHOA!” Sarah smacked into the Decepticon’s leg as the pile wobbled to the front. “Back-back-back!” She waved her arms quickly to get the pile moving a bit less to the falling point.

Down below, Rox and Katt were looking upon the sight, the Chaar having caused that spell in the first place. “Did you get them? That big purple guy’s still standing!” Katt exclaimed.

“Yeah, I got him. Shame that he’s got an innocent-looking one with him. Swear, this game isn’t sitting well with me.” The Chaar said morosely before noticing that Katt was about to swing his weapon at the base of the pile. “What in the non-existant Gods’ names are you doing?!”

“Speeding things up! TIMBER!” Katt combined some fire spell with her weapon to create an explosive swing that instantly caused the pile to fall down…right on top of them. Thankfully, Rox’s tough build covered Katt as they were buried, leaving them alive, but indisposed.

Thankfully, Shockwave had once again used the stone to get them back to camp, but Sarah was wrapped around his head, shivering like a leaf. “That was cool…but so scary…”

“I am inclined to exercise more caution using this.” He lifted the stone again, oblivious to the organic as he peered into it. “What secrets do you hold?”

Back at the fortified kitchen that was Tilroo’s camp, the Dragonmaid was busy gathering resources at the mountain nearby. See, the base was constructed at the base of such a thing, the large mound of rock reaching to the peak of the barrier itself. Otherwise, most of the action was taking place at the kitchen/fortress itself.

Tomoe was still on guard, having not slept a wink since her lookout. And, in her sights, she saw Lucifer calmly strolling up to her place and placing a palm on the wall, causing it to melt. “Let’s crack this tin can open, no?” However, he sensed the presence of a demon above him. “Oh. You there. Comic Con is that way.” He mocked.

Despite the overwhelming demonic aura of the man beneath her, Tomoe calmed her raging Oni blood. “To make light of your death…I would say your confidence is incredible, but so must be your naiveté. Are you prepared to burn, as the final victim of my watch?”

“I don’t know. Are you prepared to learn what happens when you decide to cross paths with the literal devil? I mean, come on. All of you demons should know better by now.” Burning bright fireballs began to form in his hands…until she suddenly rushed right in front of him. “Bloody H-GURK!”

His neck was suddenly crushed in a headlock and, if that didn’t kill him, she flung him over her back into the distance. But she had a final trick to play. “The Radiance of the Morning Sun…IGNITE!” She shouted as she primed her bow, the huge arrow burning with the flame of a lost love and an Oni’s rage.

The moment she fired it, it hit its mark in the flying Lucifer, not even his demonic heritage being able to stop the scouring heat. But he would not be the only victim. This one would have survived in a direct confrontation. Saitama, that is. “Huh?” The man was just minding his own business after getting bored, when BAM!

Before the two knew it, they had been carried by the arrow so far until, with a mighty explosion, they hit the barrier, frying them and with the magical arrow creating an explosion that ensured they were more than dead. Or maybe Saitama broke through the barrier and was just flung harmlessly into the distance? Whatever the case, he and Lucifer were out of the game.

Tomoe relaxed as she finally felt sleep come to her. “Nnngh…fine…I suppose I’ve done all I should.” She supposed as Taron made it back.

“Like what you’ve done with the place! Pretty heavy stuff, I’ll say.” The cat-girl remarked as she chugged down a canteen of water she found. At least, that’s what she thought it was. Before she knew it, she felt her bust start to grow and her thighs get much softer. “What the…WELL now!” She giggled, cupping her newly enlarged bust. Succubi Milk, everybody.

She continued to play with her boobies, utterly entranced by how much they jiggled and how her thighs felt great to rub against each-other. Mila wandered over, still struggling with the strange voice in her head as she felt a sting from that same wasp from earlier. “Rrrg…” She growled as she felt strange in her backside even further.

The changes would soon happen, but that wasp was packing a special something. Something it would soon pass onto another later on, but how was Tilroo herself doing as of now?

Currently, she finally found some discarded goat milk that happened to be on the middle of the mountain. “Finally! This will go great with…” She stopped in the middle of her sentence, suddenly face-to-snarling face with Fenrir.

“Come any closer…and I’ll tear you apart.” Fenrir growled, edging close to the magical maid as he had just finished devouring many unlucky mountain goats that crossed his path.

Instead of cowering, Tilroo stood resolute. “Sir, if you continue to look at me like that any further…you shall not enjoy what comes next.” She warned.

This gave the monster wolf the initiative to lunge, but she just followed up with a massive blast of heat from her hands. Not even fire. Just the kind of heat that’s built up during a good meal. The delicious smell put off the mystical monster for a while before feeling an explosion of sparks near his face. “GAAAARGH!” He roared, but their encounter had consequences.

Because the snow above them began to shake and tremble, causing an avalanche that neither had time to prepare for. Fenrir was the first to be buried by its massive deluge, but Tilroo almost escaped on her wings. Still, her tail got caught and she found herself going with the flow. With one terrified scream from her, she was buried utterly alongside her foe. Yet, this would not be the end of them.

I mean, one’s the product of one associated with ice and the other’s a literal dragon hybrid. Not very easy to kill them like that, you know.

Hibiki was looking around for her team as soon as she woke up, ignoring that she had been sleeping against an enemy combatant. “Hello? Anybody there?” She asked, hoping she wasn’t too late in stopping the demise of one or two of those paired up with her.

Thankfully, Sakura was the first to emerge, looking pretty okay, all things considered. “Present!” She called out.

“Good. Anything happen while I dozed off?” Hibiki almost felt silly for asking that, patting the girl’s head, earning a giggle.

“Nothing much. Except I ran into this really creepy person in black. I think he was going to hurt me, but that was before the barrier started to come alive with voices calling him out on…something.” The little Cardcaptor wasn’t sure what prevented her from a most violent end by BWL, but blame it on a sudden Flame War on the net displayed on the barrier that set off the villain.

“We should REALLY stick to together, then. There’s nothing but bad vibes everywhere!” The Symphogear girl exclaimed before noticing Mami a few feet away. She was just standing there, doing a slight curtsy, a frown upon her face.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” Sakura wandered up to the girl, only to be shushed.

“…a mere moment, please. I need to…get this out of my system.” Mami sounded a lot more distant than before, but that wasn’t just because of the trauma she felt earlier. It was because she had her sights set on somebody she sensed had a very black heart.

That person, unfortunately, was Shredder. We all remember how he had been flung a good feet away from his team, so he was tearing through the plants, angrily muttering to himself. “When I find that miserable brat who got me into this, I’m going to rip her to pieces! That fortress is MINE! You hear me?! MINE!”

“Addio.” Mami simply said, before her twin conjured muskets went off. Before the once proud Oroku Saki felt it, he was cut down in half, his helmet clattering on the ground.

Hibiki covered Sakura’s eyes when that happened, somewhat put off by that brutality. She wanted to object against it, but Basky did say people would have to die if she was to make it back home. Such a sinful thing, to kill a fellow human, was starting to eat away at her…but there was something else she felt. A desire to…moo?

No, it wasn’t that she was about to celebrate 2021 as the Year of the Ox. The water she drank to get herself pumped up for the new day when she got to the river had some…side-effects. Before her eyes, she found her breasts starting to grow and leak milk, small cute horns emerging from her bun of hair, and a cow-like tail exiting out of her spine. If she drank anymore, she would feel her thighs taking on a dairy cow’s patterns.

“Kyaaaaah?!” She screamed in surprise at her new look and her, ahem, udders. “What in the heeeeeell?!”

“Um, don’t worry! There has to be a card for this! Um…um…” Sakura began to wish she had Kerberos with her to help with this strange predicament, ignoring the rather lewd parts about this transformation. Mami, for her part, wasn’t even paying attention. Such was the growing despair against her Soul Gem. But she had to remain strong…all to keep from becoming a true Witch…

Speaking of villains that really needed to be put down, Bison had reunited with his team, his slime picking up on the aphrodisiac, but it once again not phasing the soulless man. “Status report. The both of you.” The man sneered.

Ridley stepped forth, his barbed tail starting to drip at the end with poison. Apparently, that same insect from earlier had stung him as well, making the slow-paced change happen to the uncaring dragon, whom had been genetically modified so many times that he could care less. “I dunno. Been humiliated…TWICE. No thanks to this clown!”

“Oh, I do beg your pardon! I’m sure everybody that noticed got a good laugh before their violent ends and that’s all that matters.” Kefka dismissed as he snacked on a pepper, ignoring that that knot-shaped pepper was giving him a curled stubby white tail, as well as a distinctly more lupine muzzle, his make-up stretching with it into a disturbing image.

“Uh…you do realize-“

“What? Something on my face?” Kefka asked angrily, his fingertips becoming more akin to claws as he growled. “Mind your manners! You’re no beauty yourself!”

“ENOUGH!” Bison thundered. “It would seem a weak link at least isn’t here. Your duties are simple. Kill as many as possible. Then, report to me and we can sort who comes out alive…personally.” He psycho-power flared at the prospect.

Ridley actually smiled at that offer, knowing full well Bison wanted to finish him off himself when he, the clown, and the dragon were the only ones standing. “You don’t have to tell me that. That’s my idea of a good time.”

“Seconded! HAHAHA!” Kefka was also privy to Bison’s scheme, but what the heck? More fun for him, even as he started to look like the poster man for the phrase ‘bad dog’.

With the Gotrek Gang, as we’ll call them, the aphrodisiac was coming at all three dwarves in full-force, addling their ability to think. “Snorri…feeling odd…for Gotrek, friend…” The nail-headed Slayer moved a bit closer to the veteran one before being shoved.

“Keep going! We…we can’t give up…my wish…” He accidentally muttered, remembering what he thought of when Basky promised a grand reward of everybody’s choosing. The chance for a worthy Doom, perhaps?

As Malakai struggled to form a sentence, thoughts of a rather suggestive cannon that we shall not describe to preserve your sanity, Felix was the only one unaffected, wondering how he should write this down. “And, as the dwarves began to feel the odd pink mist, they possibly realized spending your lives celibate is a fool’s errand…yes, that should do it.” He chuckled to himself, remembering how many times he had been infatuated before he found ‘the one’.

“GYAAAAAH!” Fidget shouted, flinging herself in her heavy armor at Felix, ramming him in the head.

“Gah! Ambush!” He got out his sword, only for the Nimbat to keep rushing and rushing, clumsily, but enough to keep the human flinging his sword with nary success.

Gotrek, still dazed from how much aphrodisiac had been pumped into his veins, just rolled his eyes. “Quit embarrassing us, Felix! Keep up! We’ve got to find something worthwhile. Like a drink or…”

As this rather lousy scene endured, Isabelle prepared her fishing line. “Alright…let’s do this.” She remembered how much Smash participants HATED the spam of this move, but it was a necessary evil to whip out.

“What the bleeding Hell are you doing fishing in the middle of dry land?” Bardin asked from behind her, causing her to panic and fling the fishing line right at the other dwarf and grab him. Yelping in surprise, the poor Ranger was suddenly locked in a seemingly never-ending combo of being flung at a tree, then caught again, and repeat.

This went on for forty throws until the tree finally broke and Bardin grabbed the fishing line. “Alright! To the darkest reaches with this!” He shouted before flinging the fishing line, along with the now terrified Shi’Tzu, right down into the ground. He then flung it over his shoulder and, like a mace, slammed the dog down.

Unaware he had ended her life by flinging her into a stalagmite, Bardin dusted off his hands. “And here, I thought ‘Raki were annoying to handle. Shame, too. She looked a wee bit harmless until she tried that blasted umgak thing! Blech!” He grumbled. “Now, where to now? Could have sworn I heard passing Dwarves…nah, wouldn’t be caught dead after what happened anyway.” He grimly noted.

The aphrodisiac, as an aside, had also affected the only remaining member of Team 2, Dresden. So, to contend with this, he had bunkered up in his camp with a conjured pornographic issue from his world. Crude, but there was still a magically made fire-bomb lined up in the ground, along with a sign stating ‘FIVE MINUTES. JUST GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES’. Again, crude, but efficient.

Judy and Shantae were walking with each-other this time, no doubt in search of Fidget. “I’m starting to really reconsider letting Fidget decide who goes where. What if something happen to her or Isabelle?” The Half-Genie asked.

“My thoughts exactly. When you hear the words ‘split-up’, bad things tend to happen. Basic cartoon rules.” Judy remarked as he chugged down her water. However, a little bit of Bison’s slime was in it. Sure, it contained no Psycho Power, but she would start to look more clear-skinned. These changes, she would soon know of, but we’ll get to that.

“Unless…does she want to win by herself and…no, that’s stupid.” Shantae shook her head. Fidget wasn’t treacherous in the least, both in this game and the last. Still, something to think about.

As the day neared its end, River was basking in the sun, ruminating on how she wasn’t really doing much for the deceased Master. “How can I make this right? I’ve been searching for the one that took your life…and I’ve failed to defeat anybody at this point. We’ve lost Ankha and…I don’t know what to do.” She sighed sadly.

“Demand: Please shut up. At least you’re not stuck doing this.” HK-47 groaned as he sat in front of Bob, the Rat Ogre just staring at his Yu-Gi-Oh deck, both monster and machine unable to work out how this card game exactly worked without a brain aneurism or a critical shutdown of the processor. “Expletive: Get me the fuck out of this nonsense game!”

And to finally close out the day, we have a sad image of Harry Potter just standing around, looking directionless. “Is this a team-based thing or not? What even are the rules?! Can you hear me, demon?!” He shouted, but nobody would hear him. Fenrir was doing his own thing and BWL would probably kill him. So, in essence, he was alone.

And being alone, naturally, means being QUITE outnumbered in a chaotic realm like this.

Part 6: The Second Night

When the moon rose once more, the night was actually a lot calmer than the last one. Well, there were still 35 characters and that’s still a lot, but the point was, there would still be chaos, but in smaller bursts. Not that everybody had just up and gone to sleep. Far from that.

Back with Tilroo, she had preserved herself with her natural body heat, but she was still trapped within layers upon layers of snow. Or so she thought. When she looked up, she could see that the snow was getting clearer and less weighty. Had her teammates come and rescued her?

Turns out, the other person digging her out was none other than Sarah. “Hi, there!” She waved, causing the Dragonmaid to blink. “You doing alright there?” She would feel a bit chillier, but her natural coat prevented any discomfort. Plus, it had been a while since she had seen natural snow.

“I…suppose I am.” She managed to get up, dusting off her dress of any excess snow. “Are you a friend or a foe?”

Sarah put a claw to her chin. “To be honest, I’m not really into the whole ‘kill to survive’ sort of thing. If we all put our heads together, I know we can find a way out of here! This place kinda gives me the creeps.” She rubbed her shoulder.

To be honest, Tilroo was rather relieved to find a far friendlier soul than Fenrir, but she had one major question. “My team…what has become of them?”

“You mean over there?” She pointed to the kitchen fortress. “Oh, yeah! I tried to get a cookie once! Got arrows through my tail…” She held her slightly burnt fluff-tail close, leaning on the slightly melted Dildo-Trident. “Speaking of, can I have one of those cookies? I swore I could smell one there!”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Tilroo followed the energetic Prime, still on alert, but not as much.

“The others? Weeeell…” Sarah peered closer alongside the Dragonmaid. Tomoe was atop the fortress again, better rested and taking pot-shots at whatever food Bob was gathering. A common warfare tactic was to destroy the supplies of the enemy and the savage brute would have to do.

Mila was resting against the side of the fort, the skin under her fur becoming more chitinous and the imprint of dragonfly-like wings growing on her back, as well as lumps on the sides of her cheeks. She kept using her healing spells, but nothing worked. Was this an affliction or something more? Whatever the case, she looked to the moon, trying to let resolve fill her.

Taron, for her part, was resting in the place, but something was upsetting her dreams. Images of her old boss, the one whom would provide her such pleasure with toys or his very body, dying in front of her. Enough to get a few tears out of her, even.

“I see. They must have been busy and assumed I took too long. No matter.” Tilroo gave a bit of an irritated huff at being ignored for hours on end, but she still gave Sarah a polite curtsy. “Thank you for assisting me.” Suddenly, her hand was grabbed by the kitten.

“No problem! I’m Sarah! How about you?” She gave a big bright smile at the Dragonmaid, making her blush slightly.

“T-Tilroo. And…wait, what of your team?” She suddenly asked.

Before Sarah could respond, Ed’s familiar scream was heard. As if on cue, he was running in the distance from a most unwelcome threat….FUCK! SKELETONS! GODDAMN! THEY’RE EVERYWHEEEEEERE! HOLY SHIT! HE’S GONNA GET YOU!

Yes, skeletons, the thing you most definitely should run away from, were assaulting the poor dullard, even though a few had been nearly reduced to powder by an attacking Zodd, whom was back at the camp and clearing out the hordes. Something within the dragon was rather protective, as his dreams of mating had activated that certain part of his brain.

Ed, for his part, just kept running in circles, the skeletons carrying swords and maces that kept missing him. “Away with you, scourge of Hades!” Ed cried out before several skeletons flew past him. Somebody else was in the middle of being menaced by them.

“They come in droves, murderous and dry! But the fact remains, by Bardin, again they die!” That same Dwarf Ranger sang jovially as he swung his axe against the skulls of his attackers, not the least big perturbed he was facing off against SKELETONS! “Pretty sure Cousin Okri had a bone to pick with all of you!” He was unaware of his own pun, but what did he care?

Sarah and Tilroo blinked at the sight. “Are you going to help him?” The maid asked as Ed jumped several times to avoid many sword slashes.

“Don’t worry about it. Help is on the way!” Sarah pointed to a large purple tank that was within the woods, teleporting all the way to Ed’s location and firing a blast that decimated the undead army around the man. “Gotta go! See you later, Tilly!” That cat waved as she ran over to the tank, hopping on top of it.

Sarah managed to get Ed atop Shockwave, which ran over the hordes with ease, ignoring the still-fighting dwarf and the pleasantly confused Dragonmaid. “I see you are attempting to forge alliances with the enemy. Not a bad strategy, but pick your options carefully. Best to leave the processing to me.”

“Don’t be such a grump, ‘Wave! There are plenty of good people here. I just know it.” She stated as Ed played around with a leg-bone he managed to acquire.

Just to play on that, we now take you to not-good-but-not-bad people. Nicholas was sharpening his sword, imagining how he was finally going to use it on the next sap that thought they could take him on. Worick, for his part, swore he heard passionate mooing in the distance. Was it coming his way? “Seems this world is intent on reminding how I’m nothing but a piece of meat on a slab.”

“I can assure you, I do not find you attractive in any way, shape, or form.” Elias assured as he whipped out a clever trick. “Now, it is possible that loud noises are enough to panic even the most resolute of people. Therefore…I will demonstrate that theory.”

“What are you going on about?” Worick tilted his head as Nicholas realized something. The skull-headed freak was making…fireworks? In the name of panicking people? Normally, he would voice his objections over possibly giving away their positions by way of a threat via katana, but hey. If it meant an excuse to vent a killing desire, so be it.

Elias experiment, thankfully, didn’t cost any of the three their lives, but it did cause a few things to happen. A sleeping Harry was having a nightmare involving Basky devour those he actually gave a damn about, but the fireworks roused him from that sort of thing. “Fuck this place…” He muttered.

An even more dire consequence happened in regards to the Gotrek Gang. Gotrek himself was lost in thought, wondering if the new dawn would bring at least ONE worthy foe (unaware that the only one that could truly challenge him, Saitama, was indisposed permanently). However, the very moment he rested and didn’t let the fireworks bother him, things went to Hell in a handbasket from there.

For starters, the fireworks interrupted Malakai while he was working on a new invention of his. A sort of clutch-claw weapon strapped his back called the Controllable. And at this point, you know where this is going, as one stray firework had hit it the moment he turned it on. “Oi! Not good! Not good at all!” He began to spin around, the claw-clutch arm moving in crazy directions.

“Ach! Keep that thing away from me, will you?!” Felix shouted, ducking and dodging before the claw suddenly grabbed around his waist. “Just break the thing off! It’s not worth it!”

“And disgrace my engineer pride?! This is just a minor setback!” The Engineer assured before he heard a rather unsavory wet noise, along with the crushing of bone and organs.

Looking slowly to the side, he saw Felix, impaled upon a stalagmite near a bog. His malfunctioning arm had done this, finally putting an end to the scribe. “Oh…this is NOT good…Gotrek’s gonna have my head for this.” He twiddled his fingers, wondering how he could swing this. After all, he already had a shame to die in battle to. Lying would just add to that shame for an even greater death.

But nobody would have it worse than poor Snorri. Many of those fireworks were heading for his direction, nearly striking his head. “So many lights!” He cried out, the explosions far from him. What WASN’T far was the precise aim of a killer droid.

“Assessment: Vulnerable.” HK-47 stated as he hid in the bushes, River currently kicking away an aphrodisiac-filled Potter. I’d rather not discuss the sexual lusts of a wizard like him over a Pokemon that currently almost brained him over a rock, so let’s skip straight to right as the Droid fired his shot.

Two shots, actually. All aimed at the eyes. Snorri roared and wailed as he flung his axes everywhere, blinded. “Gaaaah! Show yourself, cowards! SNORRI IS COMING!” However, he had MUCH more to fear than just a droid with a good aim. For a loud chittering drone was heard in the air. One that gave both HK-47 and River pause.

The sun may have set, but the temperature was just right for a group of ten creatures strong that had found a home in Basky’s domain. Creatures from a future that may not be that ruled the Kansas Desert when it became a freezing climate. On leather wings and more than a meter long were giant bats flying in from the sky.

The Deathgleaners, as they would be known in the speculative wild future. Normally, they would steer clear of prey that was bigger than a pig, but Snorri, vulnerable as he was, seemed like a perfect target, even with the sharp bits threatening to tear their fragile wings. Instead, the massive bats had a plan.

One darted to grab one of Snorri’s arms in its talons. The other did the same with the other arm in rapid succession. The rest got on the ground, crawling towards the trapped dwarf, whom kept roaring and yelling up a storm. Alas, his cries would soon go unheard, as the largest of the Deathgleaners suddenly sank its fangs into his throat, ripping it out and letting the blood flow as three of the creatures lifted him up.

All River and HK-47 could do was watch as the cold-hating beasts took their prey to the roost, where his nutritious body would be gladly appreciated. “Sentiment: I am enjoying this world already.” The droid broke the awkward silence.

In MUCH more peaceful news, the reason for those lustful moos from way earlier was because Mami was milking Hibiki at the moment. “The way this is done…it’s rather relaxing.” For the magical girl, this was MUCH needed reprieve during her mental duress, but it was only slight. She even ignored the air-drop of drinkable cum next to her. For obvious reasons.

“Muh…muhoooo…” Hibiki called out again, a hot blush on her face as her breasts leaked copious amounts of milk, her feet turning into hooves that kept her aloft. More kicking power, yes, but her combat ability would take a bit of a leap due to this.

“How come I can’t see what’s going on?” Sakura asked, Mami’s ribbon around her eyes.

“When you’re older.” Mami simply stated as she squeezed harder around the nipples. They just wouldn’t stop gushing…giving her uncomfortable memories of that cock…was it so bad? She shook her head at such lewd thoughts.

“What do you think’s gonna happen in the morning?” Sakura asked, breaking another silence bout.

“…not certain, but one can hope that we find a way out. No matter what.” The magical girl said solemnly, as if not even believing those words.

Meanwhile, Katt was hard at work before sleep etching claw marks into the trees around where Rox was finally burying Axiom, finding it distasteful to let even a short-lived team member be picked off by another Deathgleaners that flew to the roost late. “There! All done! Now, nobody will mess with us!” The cat-girl exclaimed.

“Right. Because we need to anger more people around here.” Rox commented as she finished the grave with her impressive clawing speeds.

Behind a tree nearby, Ahnassi was supposed to be on lookout duty, but she couldn’t stop pushing her fingers into her pussy, the aphrodisiac and memories of Tomoe’s lovely bust in her head. “Nnngh…humans or demons…they are lovely to Ahanssi…why must this be?” She panted, kneading one of her breasts in the process as her ears flicked and some cum did shoot out of her tight snatch.

Just as the Deathgleaners finally got to their roost, all of them, it started to rain in several areas of the arena. The hard rains forced at least two teams into a large cave system next to the one that Fenrir had emerged from. Said wolf monster had already howled to the night as he escaped his confines. Again, he would not return to the BWL-owned camp. Just go on his own way while that psychopath failed to make a decent fire in this torrent.

Within one half of the cave, Fidget’s team resided. “This stinks. We haven’t even met a super bad enemy and we’re down to three.” The Nimbat sighed. “What’s up with you, Judy?”

“I…don’t know.” Judy kept pushing on her skin, noticing how it was somewhat more pliable. Shantae, for her part, created a fire for them to huddle around as the rains poured harder. “We should have never split up.”

“I’ll say. We’re always in over our heads whenever that happens.” Shantae agreed.

“Ah, c’mon! It was a good idea at the time!” Fidget objected. “But…yeah, I guess you’re right. No more splitting up, alright? Right. Now, let’s get some shut-eye before something worse happens.”

Something worse ALMOST happened, as they were sharing living space, unknowingly, with Bison’s team. The dictator was content to hum his theme tune to himself as Ridley rested, his wings draped over him as he watched his tail drip with more venom, becoming more akin to a scorpion/wasp hybrid’s one. Again, so used to genetic changes, he did not give this thought.

Kefka, however, was not as easy to get to sleep as the others. “You call this rain?! It’s barely a drizzle!” His new white fur was drenched, as well as his outfit, but he could care less. “We should be out there, ravaging every single team until not a darn soul is left! You hear that, everybody?!” He shouted to the sky. “If it’s a crime to commit mass murder in the rain, then let God strike me down where I-“

KRA-KOOM! A lightning bolt struck the harlequin, leaving him a comically blackened being. “…nighty-night.” With that, he fainted back into the cave, snoozing uneasily.

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Part 8: The Third Day

The sun once again rose on this accursed land, but not much battle would occur on this very day. Maybe only one, but nothing much either way. Just traveling, antics, and more than a few instances when people just kept eating whatever was around to stave off hunger and thirst.

For example, Katt’s team had finished burying Axiom by the time the sun rose and the half-tiger girl had found quite the delectable treat. Whisker Fruit. “Mnnnn! Crunchy!” Katt exclaimed, chomping into the nubby fruit.

“Good work. I feel calmer already.” Rox admitted as she chomped on two of them. While the Chaar would not feel much, as she was already feline as she was, Katt would feel her fur start to encroach upon her upper body, making her halves match even more. “Is that supposed to happen?”

Katt blinked, giving herself a good look. “You know…yeah! This kinda feels good!” She flexed her arms, already feeling like a true tiger already.

“You two girls are quite lucky. Ahnassi only got this dreck.” The Kaithrit held up some Snake Oil, which, for her, was just that. No naga-related or speed-related abilities. Just bitter tasting water.

Bison’s team, meanwhile, had a similar incident, with them going through the woods and with Kefka burning anything he could just because he was bored. Not only that, but he had gotten his hands on a few more Canine Peppers. “WHOOO! These things light a fire in me…just like that deer over there!” He laughed as he combusted a doe, his short dog-tail splitting into two tails, while his fangs became more pronounced and his muzzle thinner and more sinister.

Ridley scoffed at this, his tail now looking fully like a scorpion’s. “Get a load of this guy.” He nudged Bison, whom just grunted in annoyance.

“Is this the purpose of the game? To act as a gilded cage for our worst desires? I can hardly say I’m impressed.” Bison dismissed. “If they want us to slaughter each-other en-masse, the one who sent us here should do a better job!” A slight smirk graced his face. “By the way, Ridley, that was not water you drank.”

The dragon raised a brow before finding himself with sheep horns growing on his head, only they were more curved and black rather than cute. “Oh, hah hah. Very funny…could have been worse.” He shuddered at the image of him with wool. Kraid would never take orders from him again due to laughing too hard, that lummox.

River, for her part, was actually starting to clear her mind, drifting in a nearby large pond and letting the water restore her stamina. It was like a Pokemon Center away from a Center for Pokemon like her. “Mmnnn…” Thoughts of her Master plagued her mind, but they only served to further her resolve, especially since, from what she saw, the forces of nature were keen on thinning out the ranks of the fighters.

“Question: When will you be finished with your bathing? I have been standing in one place for two hours.” HK-47 asked, his blaster set on anything that dared so much as breathe in his presence.

“Two more…hours…” She breathlessly said, her body feeling as if it could melt into the water, as her kind were apt to do temporarily.

Unknown to her and the exasperated droid, Bardin was wandering through the woods, slashing through the underbrush while keeping some skulls to his belt to show his victory over the undead hordes. He didn’t expect to run into Bob, whom was looking over at the bathing Vaporeon with an urge to attack. “Oh…it’s you.” Bardin grumbled.

“RRRGH?” The Rat Ogre turned to him, once again just staring at the dwarf.

“Don’t you give me that look! All you vermin act the same and even a wee-brained ‘raki like you knows it!” He shouted, but the beast would not lunge at him. “Seriously? Nothin’? Not even a swipe? Alright. I’m convinced. There’s somethin’ up with you and I’m gonna find out soon! Preferably, with an axe lodged in your head!”

“Rrrgh.” Bob just lowered himself, as if expected him to hop on.

Instead, the Ranger turned away, past the point of caring. “Ugh. Blasted place. Doesn’t even know how to train a ‘raki to meet his doom properly. Ah, well. Least I’m still here…but where’s the damn ale?! Gonna go stark-raving mad without a pint!”

For Shockwave’s team, Ed had woken up to a scroll left on the ground. Apparently, Ganon and his minions had seized the island of Coradai. It was written ONLY Ed could defeat Ganon. “Free bacon!” He said joyously, as the scroll had an unflattering image of the villain on it.

Sarah, meanwhile, was chewing on one of those Canine Peppers, while Shockwave was figuring out more uses for the Space Stone. “Fascinating.” He observed as, when he threw the stone, it caused the object it hit to teleport to the first place in the vicinity the user saw. However, that also meant a jar of Satyr’s Milk dropped on his head, causing a mane of wool to puff up around his optic. “I am not amused.”

“Haahahahahaha! I can’t help it! You look so silly!” Sarah doubled over, before realizing her face was a bit more canine in appearance, her ears also shifting to a look more befitting of that. “Oh, wow. Sunny’s never gonna see this coming. Or sis. Or anybody else, really.”

However, her laughing fit had woken something up behind her. A pair of red compound eyes belonging to something rather large emerged from the ground, grabbing the trio’s attention. Before them was a massive caterpillar-like beast with large black mandibles. It let out a bellowing roar as it reared up.

This, my friends, is a Moon Calf. Normally, it made its home inside the moon in another universe, but this ornery gastropod was looking to take out those that had stumbled into its territory. “Attack! Effective immediately!” Shockwave shouted, firing several pot-shots at the beast’s face. While this did irritate it, it did little to stop the rampaging creature.

The Moon Calf lunged forth, nearly crushing the Decepticon and sending Sarah fleeing, carrying Ed above her. “Caterpillars are supposed to be cute, for crying out loud!” She yelled before something else darted next to her.

Before the Moon Calf knew it, it was tackled to the side by Zodd, his Power Stone on his underside glowing as he easily felled the creature, sinking his jaws into the squishy underbelly and tearing it asunder. The Calf only got a few moments to squirm and try to take a bite out of its attacker, but its movements stilled eventually, stone dead.

Zodd roared a brief one before digging into his bounty, the others looking upon the feast for the Elder Dragon. “Wanna share?” Ed asked, the Nergigante paying him no heed as the dullard scooped up Moon Calf meat. “Tastes like gravy!” He said joyously.

Back with Mami and Hibiki, the Symphogear was still dealing with the effects of that Minotaur Milk surprise, her tits still leaking, but something else entirely happening. “Mami…please come closer…curse the selfish desire this stuff is doing to me.”

“What is-HM?” The Magical Girl was interrupted when Hibiki pressed her lips against her, compelled by her lusty state to not just be milked again, but to be milked with utter passion. Mami didn’t even try to push her off. Something about that kiss was gentle and without malice. A stark contrast to her encounter with Bob.

Sakura was blissfully unaware of this brief but cute kiss, having just ate a Fox Berry and realizing she had a little fox tail because of it. “Eep! There must be a card to take care of this!” She couldn’t imagine herself going to school with this thing in the middle of it. Again, she wished for Kerberos’ guidance in the midst of this.

Of course, she was ALSO unware that the kiss was being overseen by a very pervy Taron, whom chuckled to herself as the two girls parted and turned away from each-other, embarrassed. “Pretty sure I might go to jail for this…but there are enough weirdos on the internet that’re into this.” She giggled before slinking into the forest, her curves and boobs still jiggling.

As for her teammates, they were residing at the Kitchen Fort, Tilroo chasing around the interior as a magpie managed to get in. “Give that spoon back already!” She fired a few spots of fire at the marauding bird, only causing blackened spots to form around the place, making her even more steamed.

Tomoe, for her part, was content with just eating her steamed bun, continuing her patrol. Unbeknownst to her, Dresden actually managed to sneak some of those buns away, content with just feasting on whatever was coming from this place and staying out of sight. “Trapped like a damn rat. Not how I wanted to spend my imprisonment.” He muttered.

Mila, on the other hand, looked at her new wings, flickering them a bit while her skin felt a lot harder, despite still having fur. All the while, a goo-like clawed hand formed around her arm. “What are you?” She asked the strange thing, only receiving a giggle in her voice in response. “Grrrgh…this land…” She cursed.

Back with Fidget’s team, they were content with spending a good amount of the day within the cave. Judy was looking for whatever supplies they could deep within the cave system, only cut herself on yet another Mermaid Scale that had been left behind. “What in the…not again.” She felt her already weird-feeling body harden somewhat, but her puffy tail was forming into goopy fish’s tail, gray-scaled and with fins designed for speed.

She also felt her stature lengthen a bit, making her a little more taller than Fidget. Thoughts of how she was going to break this to ZPD raced through her head, but she wouldn’t have time to talk to her team about this. We’ll get to that soon.

For now, Shantae was trying to write up a Will of her own, based around Judy’s one, but she gave up when she kept considering Rottytops would have full access to eating her brain. “Nope.” She threw the plan as a paper airplane out the cave, while Fidget had managed to find an I-Pod resting on the cave grounds, listening to a tune from her series.

Because some days, you just wanna vibe, even in the most terrifying of circumstances.

Things would not turn out as well for one particular team. That is, Elias’ team, as he had also been hit in the eye with that same folded-up will. Blinking, he took a look at it. “Ridiculous.” He tore it up, going back to examining a piece of the barrier that had managed to fall down the ground.

His findings were…troubling, as if looking too much into this energy would break even a mind like his, but it’s not the Mage we should worry about. Nor Nicholas, despite that man making the choice to stalk Fenrir of all people. He would live because he would not be given the time to try and shank the beast with his skills. Again, wait for it…

No, the agony of defeat would be visited upon Worick, whom thought it was a GREAT idea to take aim at the wandering Gotrek. The Slayer was on hard times, calling out for Felix and Snorri, unaware of their gruesome fates. Malakai, for his part, was also listening to tunes he found on an I-Pod, trying to drown out the guilt within himself.

“Where are you?! Swear to whatever miserable God, you’d better not be dead!” Gotrek shouted before some bullets grazed his cheeks and a foot came for his face, knocking him down into a large puddle of quicksand.

Worick approached the quicksand and emptied his clip into it, making sure the dwarf was dead. The Handyman knew that quicksand doesn’t kill you if you act smart, but even he wasn’t taking chances. “Another one bites the dust.” He commented, turning his back as soon as he saw red through the thick muck.

Shame that was only the sign of the runes of Gotrek’s axe going full-power, the Dwarf’s arm swinging so hard that Worick’s head went sailing through the trees, caught by a Harpy Eagle flying about. One that would have a fun time pecking out the other eye as the body fell to the ground.

Gotrek rose from the muck, spitting out the bullets. “Umgak. Nothing more.” He grumbled, now in an even fouler mood. His one true friend and past companion were gone and no worthy adversaries yet! Still, one step closer to his wish, right?

Then everything went dark for EVERYBODY remaining. Because what’s an Arena without an event in store? One that might not even be the last.

Part 9: The Rotten Veil Lifted

The thing about when everybody woke up, though. Not all of them woke up ideally. Bardin and Bob were the first to wake, dusting themselves off. “Alright. What kind of magic are ye’ gonna throw at…me…what in the…” He looked around, finding nothing but corpses of various animals all around him. “This yer’ happy place?” He groused at Bob, whom was now eating a corpse.

Bloodied and mangled corpses, as well as pools of clear blue acid. The place was a large cavern, with a single hole of light peaking through on the massive pile of gore and death. There were some organic corpses not yet ruined, like those of large lizards with electric fangs and even the body parts of dead combatants from before.

As he and the others started to wake up, they would have to contend with the star of this place. This…Rotten Veil of another world. “Are…are we in one of my dreams? Because this is definitely my dream home!” Ridley said proudly, disgusting Malakai as he woke up.

“This place…it smells too much of death.” Mami actually started to shiver, memories of her dead parents filling her mind.

“Get over yourself. I’ve been to places that make this seem like a holiday retreat.” Gotrek stated before sniffing the air. “Wait…is that…Felix?! Where are you?! If somebody’s got ya’, they’ve got another thing coming!”

Shockwave and his team also emerged from the rot, Ed looking the most in awe. “This is just like in the movie, ‘Valley of the Corpse Finders’, in which the researchers are suddenly ambushed by the mutant zombie hordes of-“

“Okay, whatever you’re talking about, do NOT put that image in my head right now!” Judy yelled, knee-deep in the disgusting rot.

“It’s okay! I know zombies like the back of my hand. Some of them aren’t too bad.” Shantae assured.

Elias looked around, ignoring the waking up hordes of foes as Nicholas woke up slower, unaware that his partner had been slain moments ago. “We are not alone. I can smell it.” He stated.

“He’s right!” Potter shouted. “We need to get out of here! Now!” Before he could, the exit was suddenly barricaded by a flaming door, courtesy of Basky.

“None can keep Bison imprisoned for long!” The eponymous dictator yelled. “Fine! I have a feeling we have all been summoned in the same area for a reason. There’s…something more about this place.”

“And I think the big guy there has an idea.” Dresden pointed at Zodd, whom was growling loudly at the massive corpse pile. With a roar, he caused the place to shake, a clear message of intimidation and hunger. Something much like himself but different in many ways was here…and hungry…

River, however, noticed something odd near the pile. There were mini-piles, each one shaking and wriggling. “Guys! Look over here!” She pointed as HK-47 raised his blaster to face them. “Not now!”

“Objection: Now is the perfect time to kill many birds with one stone. Or several concentrated blasts of high-grade gear, that is.” The droid complained before Rox and Ahnassi picked up the pace and started digging.

With Rox’s help, it was easy to do, but what was revealed was Katt’s body, still alive, but just barely. “You okay there?” Rox asked before smelling something quite foul, like death warmed over. It was in the form of visible sickly white smoke coming from the half-feline and she wouldn’t be the only one affected.

“Nnngh…run…” She managed to croak out, even managing to unnerve the otherwise unflappable Ahnassi.

Mila stepped forth, slamming her staff down. “I’ll handle this.” With a healing spell, she began to reach out to all those affected, knowing that all of this, whether it be happening to enemy or friend, would not end well if left unattended, but her spell suddenly canceled out. “What?! How could this be?”

“I fear we shall have our answer right now!” Tomoe got out her bow, aiming it at the pile, for she thought she saw something stir within.

Suddenly, the area started to shake and the piles revealed themselves. Mixtures of confusion and horror came from the onlookers as not just Katt, but BWL, Fenrir, Sakura, Fidget, Taron, and Kefka were revealed to be entrapped.

Hibiki may have still been under the milking spell, but she suddenly came to attention upon seeing Sakura in her state. “Don’t worry! We’re gonna get you out of theeroomoooo!” She shot out more milk, preventing her from tapping into her Symphogear. Mami’s excuse was that she was frozen with fear.

“Taron! What has become of you?” Tilroo exclaimed, stepping close to a just as freaked Sarah.

“Oh, no! They’ve been captured by the zombie king!” Ed exclaimed.

“Calculating results of instantaneous attack…climbing to 98%.” Shockwave primed his blaster as Zodd growled even more.

“Hah! Sucks to be you, clown!” Ridley scoffed at Kefka, whom suddenly came awake.

“Yes, yes, I know, SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE! There is ROT in my boots!” Kekfa made a face as BWL just grinned.

“This is cute. Adorable. Weirdly arousing. But I’ve got better things to do than…than…” His voice felt fainter, his stamina starting to drain. “Whu…what-“

SMASH! Two mangled clawed feet sprang out of the pile, pinning both clowns down. Despite their power within, the smoke around them, Effluvium, was being drained from they and everybody afflicted. To make matters worse, a wall of it obscured any sight, preventing anybody from getting inside. Yet they could hear the screams within.

“HELP MEEEEEE!” Sakura cried out before she was snuffed out mercifully quick.

“Gaaaagh! This is not…my destiny…” Fenrir weakly roared.

“Help…meeeeee!” Fidget wailed.

“See you…in Hell!” Katt managed to croak out.

“This is so not cash moneeeeeeey…” Taron moaned.

“Not…funny…” Kefka uttered.

“WAIT! NO! WAAAAAIititughklkm…” BWL could barely even speak, but his corpse was outright thrown out, as if whatever had caused this couldn’t even stand his presence, his body falling into an acid pool, that horrendous grin still on his face.

“I don’t think I like the looks of this!” Bardin admitted before getting out his shotgun. “And that’s what’s so fun about it!” Before long, everybody else was preparing for the worst, especially when the pile started to shift until something exploded out of it, the freshly made dead with vacant white holes where their eyes should have been.

Before them was a sight worse than an angry Sluthound. It was a dragon even bigger than Ridley, but everything about it screamed ‘wrong’. Its head was like that of a deep-sea fish, complete with double-jaws. It seemed to have the red flayed hide of another creature atop it, giving it an undertaker-like look. The wings looked torn and membranous like veins and flesh. The claws were gnarled. The air around it rich with Effluvium. And worst of all were the soulless yellow eyes, behind them lurked a hunger for flesh after being purposefully starved.

The Corpse Coat Dragon itself. The Ruler of the Rotten Veil. The VAAL HAZAK.

(‘Keeper of Hades’ Intense Symphonic Cover)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rREzlY_rwPM

The monstrosity let out a bellowing roar, causing the Effluvium around it to spread even further, but have the effect of also causing those it recently slew to rise up, all to attack and kill those around it.

“…mommy.” Sarah meeped as the thing stared everybody down, slowly moving before Ridley suddenly tackled it.

“Dibs!” He shouted as he brought the beast down to the ground, leaving its kinda-sorta undead hordes to go on the offensive.

“CHAAAARGE!” Bardin shouted as he leaped head-first into the horde, kicking Katt down and firing down while the others found themselves also beset by Effluvium-affected Great Girros and Deathgleaners. Some of which still had Snorri’s scent on them.

“Blasted things! I’ll show you to disgrace a dwarf!” Malakai shouted as he got out a very special invention he had been hiding up until this point. A TF2 sentry, by our standards, but equipped with torches instead of missiles and broken screws instead of bullets. The thing began to tear through the flying hordes, Gotrek joining in with fury reignited.

Shantae and Judy stuck close to each-other, the rabbit’s slime body starting to come into effect when Fidget’s claws sliced through her to no effect. “So sorry about this, partner!” Judy shouted before extending one of her legs to smash the Nimbat into a wall, the Half-Genie’s flames super-effective against the hordes.

The undead Fenrir was beset by Tilroo’s flames, while Kefka’s body just flailed about, flinging fireball spells until Bison unleashed a Psycho Crusher on him, easily ending the heavily weakened harlequin’s life.

Mami and Hibiki were back to back, taking care of more of the undead hordes, with Sakura coming towards them and just holding up her wand shakily, her mind too ruined by Effluvium to even function. “Don’t make us do this…please…” Hibiki pleaded, getting past her mooing phase to plead, while Mami reluctantly prepared to aim.

However, the affected little girl was suddenly run down by Zodd, whom had Ed and Sarah riding atop him as he made a beeline for wherever the other elder dragon was. Meanwhile, Bardin actually found himself riding atop Bob as he took aim at the Deathgleanders and Girroses. “The hordes, they come! The hordes, they go! A crying shame, they’re all so damn slow!” He shouted jovially.

Ridley, however, was suddenly flung against the wall, the Vaal Hazak going from hungry to furious, as the creature began to move rather fast, charging through the corpse pile and pining the dragon down, biting down on his neck. No matter how many times Ridley stabbed it with his tail, the beast would not let up. “Get off of me, you freak!” He futilely shouted.

The creature was stopped from attacking further when HK-47 began to fire upon it, River whacking the undead Taron with her tail into the path of an oncoming fire spell from Dresden. With that, the Vaal Hazak slammed Ridley’s head into an acid pool, half-blinding him before charging at the group.

The Droid and Pokemon got out of the way before Dresden fired a wall of flame at the beast. Shrieking with pain at its weakness to fire, the monster sucked up as much Effluvium as it could and fired below itself in a concentrated blast, causing a cloud of the gas to surround itself.

“Scatter! That stuff will kill your mind dead!” Dresden shouted before jumping over a Girros corpse. “Parkour!” He couldn’t help himself.

Those that couldn’t get out of the way, unfortunately, were Hibiki, Potter, and River. The wizard coughed greatly before uttering a loud “EXPECTO PATROLUM!” In his defiance, a large white deer materialized, charging right into the rampaging Elder Dragon before vanishing. In Harry’s soon to be final moments, the creature’s head had been broken. Yet it wasn’t out of the game yet.

Zodd focused his sights on the beast, Tomoe’s arrows following him as he tried to pounce on the Elder Dragon. However, the Vaal Hazak took to the sky and let out another horrible roar, causing many decaying hands, some of them belonging to long-dead combatants, to rise up.

“They’re everywhere!” Sarah remarked, she and Ed noticing how Zodd was being dragged down despite how much he roared and resisted.

However, Ed was no quitter, grabbing a large rock right off the side of the cave. “CRUSH THE MONSTER!” He shouted before slamming the thing down on the Vaal Hazak’s tail, causing it to scream in agony and then whack the dullard with the broken thing, the tail actually tearing off and pining him and Dresden to a wall.

“Well, this stinks.” Dresden muttered as the hordes just wouldn’t let up.

Things were taking a turn for the worse, as Saitama’s arm actually came out of the rubble, smashing through Zodd’s skull and ending his life. Sarah, with all of her bravery, jumped and landed on Fenrir’s head, covering his eyes and riding on the now bucking wolf. “Whoa! Whoa! Easy there!”

This left the wolf easy prey for a shot from Shockwave’s tank form, blasting a hole through the beast. Before the Prime could thank him, the pile suddenly came alive with Effluvium-induced creatures, dragging him inside. Before he could even use the Space Stone, his brain module was being torn into. “No…defies…all logi-“ He didn’t finish his sentence, as the pile suddenly lifted like a two-tentacled beast.

The Vaal Hazak knew it was outnumbered, so it was focusing on both firing and absorbing as much Effluvium as possible, landing on the pile as its body began to glow red, an effect of Basky’s magic. Spreading its wings, it let out yet another horrific roar before the pile became a crawling moving thing that was eager to swallow others to join its sheer level of abominable.

“Oi! Move out!” Malakai, shoving an axe into a Deathgleaner, got out of dodge alongside Gotrek.

However, the old Slayer blinked upon seeing Felix within that pile. Or, really, what was left of him. “No…NO!” He roared, jumping into the pile head-first, axe still swinging.

“Who did that guy think he was?!” Judy shouted before also moving out. “C’mon!”

“Right behind-GAH!” Shantae was suddenly pinned down by the Vaal Hazak, lifted up, and chomped down on her head, the beast not taking any chances with the fire-wielding Half-Genie.

“NO!” Judy shouted before attempting to use her ears as goop-like weapons, but somebody else had a similar idea, pinning the beast down. The rabbit turned to see Mila, a strange yellow goo all around her, her face in a demonic-like sneer.

“WE…WILL DEVOUR YOU…” The symbiote-affected tigress groaned as Hibiki, despite being affected, also joined the fray, unleashing blow after blow against the beast’s hurting head.

“This is for Sakura!” She shouted as Mami focused on trying to hold off the pile of moving affected, which nearly crushed a good chunk of the cast with an arm made out of many unlucky Girros and even a few Odogarons. Alas, that arm managed to get lucky and crush both Tomoe and even Elias under it.

“Can’t…fall here…” Elias struggled before the Effluvium filled his very lungs to such a degree, he could not think of any spells to save himself.

“So…this is where I fall…” Tomoe said to herself before letting her Oni blood let loose again, blowing up that arm alongside Elias, the flames even managing to singe the trapped Elder Dragon.

Said Elder Dragon finally broke free of his restraints, gathering Effluvium again to this time fire as a beam against his captors. Judy and Mila managed to get out of the way, but Hibiki’s Symphogear was hit dead-on…but not before Hibiki unleashed on last punch, her Symphogear activating enough to send the dragon skittering across the floor, struggling to regain balance.

“Mami…go forth…I need…to rest…” Hibiki managed to smile one last time before collapsing, no doubt going to die by the end of all of this. If there was an end.

Still, the empowered Elder Dragon fought through the pain and started to charge through the battlefield like a madman, his pile growing every bigger as the bodies piled up from even its own forces. “Can’t escape! Rox! You must-“ Ahanssi never got to finish that sentence, grasped by the jaws of the Vaal Hazak and thrown into the pile to be added.

With a growl of righteous anger, Rox conjured many arrows to suddenly fall down upon the beast, its wings bearing the scars, but the Vaal Hazak’s response was to grab an incoming Bison by the head and throw him at her, charging at them both into the wall for good measure. However, the monster suddenly roared into the sky, a katana lodged in its back.

See, Nicholas was having a blast slicing through the hordes of nearly dead until he saw a headless Worick among the pile. Driven into an almost tear-stricken frenzy, he began to mount the beast, leading it to run through the battlefield in a bucking fit. Charging through enemy combatants and even stomping on Malakai by accident, it finally got the guy off, the katana still inside of its back.

As if that weren’t enough, Bob charged into it, leaving them to grapple. “Aye! Got a treat for you!” Bardin got on the rat ogre’s head and fired at the Vaal Hazak several times in the chest, breaking it and causing its hide to become weaker. However, a blast of Effluvium to the face nearly took out Bob, causing them both to fall back and crash into Sarah and Tilroo.

Furious beyond recognition, the Vaal Hazak had only one option left. Flying up into the sky, it aimed its beam at the largest gathering of fighters trying to stem the tide. “Alert: Very bad attack incoming. Organic life will probably not survive. Goody goody.” HK-47 dryly stated as he held River up, the Vaporeon in a coughing fit.

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Ridley roared, but he could barely stand after his wounds, the Effluvium slowly coursing through his veins.

“We…we can’t give up…” Judy coughed.

“No…we must slay this abomination…AT ANY COST!” Mila’s symbiote half roared that last bit, but even then, everybody was faltering, the Vaal Hazak’s attack charging more and more as the Effluvium around them became a flat out tornado, sucking into the beast’s maw at the cost of its minions.

However, River had a plan. Despite being the most sick out of everybody, she stood resolute, getting on her own feet and wandering slowly closer to where the beast was flying. “Master…I’ll see you soon…” She gave a sad smile before she let herself be converted into just water, her liquid being taken into the winds.

Normally, this would be pointless. Vaal Hazak was resistant to water weaponry, but when River’s liquids entered the beast’s maw, something happened that caused the Elder Dragon to come to a dead stop. The music even stopped at the very end of the video. It just kept flying in the air, confusing everybody.

Gotrek, whom sliced himself out of the pile and covered in guts, looked up. “What did I miss?” He asked before the creature began to convulse, twitching as it let out gargled cries of pain.

Closer to the light peeking from above, it flew upwards, but water began to burst from holes in its body, the Effluvium being purified by the liquid. The dragon even started to bloat slightly as the life-giving Effluvium (at least for it) was replaced. Reaching a claw out into the sky, the Vaal Hazak let out one final horrific scream.

KABOOM! In a cloud of water and bits of Elder Dragon, the creature was destroyed by River’s sacrifice, the Effluvium all around dissipating and everything going black once more. The fight was done…but the body count was insurmountable.

As of before, there were many combatants before this came to pass. 48 in total. Now…there were only 16, with only one or two representing a single team.

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Part 10: The Third Night

Of course, there was thankfully no further death during that night, the worst of this horror over…for now. But the damage had long since been done. At least, for most teams. Rox was now sitting alone at her campsite, not even having the strength to light the fire in front of her. “I should have been better…could have stopped them from dying.” She buried her face into her knees.

Gotrek looked at his axe, utterly depressed. “Felix…you damn fool…why did you have to die on me like that?” He began to wonder. Did he want his Doom as his wish…or his friend back?

Wracked with guilt, but unable to tell the mighty Dwarf of what happened, Malakai patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure you get to that mutt and bring back everybody this damn game has taken from us.”

“Let’s hope so. Hope isn’t in great supply, much like ale. Dark times, I know.” He nodded, his voice gruffer and his rage at Basky insurmountable. However, he started to cough, having been affected the worst by Effluvium. Sure, most of it had vanished with the Vaal Hazak’s death, but it was as if the depressed Slayer willed it to stay within him.

HK-47 was also alone, but he seemed rather content. “Declaration: There is no other option but to self-sustain. Possibility of being appreciated and bought by a worthy Master by winning this: 100%.” The only way he’d be morose is remembering how most of those lives weren’t taken by him.

At least a good swig of high-grade oil dropped by the barrier took the blues away. Somewhat.

As if to add to the depression felt by many, heavy rains began to affect areas of the arena, such as where Ed and Sarah were taking refuge in. The cat-turned-dog hybrid huddled against the wall, feeling at least safe around Ed, whom was just doodling pictures relating to his recent adventure into the wall.

“I just wanna go home.” She muttered, remembering how violently Shockwave and Zodd met their fates.

Ed, noticing how morose his friend was, stopped doodling and scooted closer to her. “Do you want a hug?” He asked in complete seriousness. He wasn’t prepared for her to pounce on him, holding him close. “Ah, come here. Purr like a kitty. Purr like a kitty.” He soothingly said as his hand stroked her hair and fur, making her purr on instinct.

Also in this cave was Judy, whom had formed nearby, but could only try to sleep her failure off. “They just…died…just like that…you’re a sick mutt, Basky. You’re sick…” She hated how she felt useless under all of this. Hated it all.

Yet another soul left alone, Mami, took refuge under a tree. She would have become a Witch at this rate, thinking on her failure to defend her teammates, but something kept her spirits aloft deep within her soul. Not only was it the words of Hibiki, but seeing that strange Dwarf fight through his tears into the middle of danger.

Gotrek, whom dove head-first into the pile of death and decay, coming out unscathed. Was this the strength of determination she needed to survive a hellish place like this? For all she knew, that was the way. She clenched her fists together. “I will return home…I will return home…everything will be alright…”

Bob was sleeping in the rain, that theme of the Vaal Hazak stuck in his miniscule head and causing him to let out several noises in his sleep almost reminiscent of that song. However, it was interrupted when Bardin came stumbling on by, a flask of ale in his hand.

“Won’t lie, ‘Raki. You weren’t half-bad out there.” He admitted. “I kinda see why your kind likes riding you all so much. Big, strong, not the sharpest axe in the satchel…” The Rat Ogre titled his head at him. “What? Not used to me in a good mood around ye’? Well, I finally got myself the good stuff!” He lifted the flask, drinking it down. “Not as good as the stuff Cousin Okri rammed down his throat, but it’ll have to do.”

He finished some more of it before a thought came to his head. “Oh, yeah! How did I get this? Well…I had more luck than a couple of other gits.”

Those ‘other gits’ were comprised of Tilroo and Mila, the latter of which was finding it harder and harder to control the Symbiote that had unleashed itself earlier. Made attacking Nicholas’ camp even harder. “Ma’am, we really shouldn’t-“

Tilroo was interrupted by a whack of Mila’s staff, the lightning bolts sent from her more erratic as one of her eyes had been slashed out by the furious swordsman. Nothing would stop him as he took out his tear-induced rage at losing his beloved friend. It got to the point where Tilroo had to grab the healer and blow a massive plume of steam to disorient the deaf one.

Dresden just opted to sleep against a tree, trying his best to forget what he saw. Sure, he saw worse during his own adventures, including an undead Tyrannosaurus, but still. He almost didn’t notice the Mind Flayer above him, ready to feast on his delicious mind.

That same creature found itself dragged into the dark by Bison’s slimy hand, meant to be fed upon to sustain himself. “This humiliation…will not do!” He grunted, absorbing the cephalopod humanoid. “While this has destroyed our competition severely, I should have crushed everybody there when I had the chance.”

“Cool it, guy. You’re not the only one thinking ‘missed opportunity’.” Ridley growled, but there was still a smirk on his face, despite his heavy wounds across his chest and wings. They would heal with ease, but the Effluvium attached would slow the process until tomorrow. “Way I see it, I see nothing but better days ahead.”

“Hmph. In a way, yes. Just hope you’re prepared to face me soon in the field of battle. For we shall not be allies for long at this rate.” Bison warned, the last of the Mind Flayer being absorbed into his core.

“Sure…sure…I’m sure you’re SUPER ready…” He snickered as he held the discarded Space Stone and Power Stones in his claws, hiding them away from the barely human one. He had already felt the great power of these two stones and he couldn’t wait to try them out soon. Nobody would see them coming…not even the great Bison himself…

Part 11: The Fourth Day

As soon as the dawn rose above the more morose arena, Dresden woke up to see HK-47’s body aiming at his head, but he was still alive. Raising a brow, he cleared up his vision, only to see that a falling tree branch had decapitated the droid, leaving him frozen in that position. “Good pose. Captures your good side.” He lightly joked before yawning and going back to sleep.

Nicholas was little more than a heat-seeking anger missile now. Just going through the bushes and slashing his way through any shrubbery. Losing his one true friend was enough to send him over the edge and that damn mutt, along with everybody that got in his way, was going to pay for it.

Not even young adults like Mami were safe. However, the girl had a plan. She was not willing to go into battle again, but the place where she was waiting out this nightmare was booby trapped. The moment Nicholas stepped in, a large musket suddenly went off, burning half of his face and leaving him in a screaming fury. “My apologies.” She stated to herself morosely.

While he was trying to recover from his now half-blinded state, Bardin was actually getting the hang of getting Bob into shape. “Alright, you big oaf. First thing you gotta do is learn how to fire a gun. Classic Ranger build. Explosive kick-back. Perfect for blowing away the dregs!” The Dwarf instructed.

Said Rat Ogre was fumbling with the firearm a bit, but he managed to fire upon a few trees in the process. “Eh. It’ll have to do. Personally, would have preferred if you were a wee bit more talkative, but that might be a blessing in disguise.”

As the duo went about their business, they were being spied upon by Mila and Tilroo. “Should we do something? It’s two against two. Seems like a fair fight, ma’am.” The Dragonmaid suggested, her hands filling with flame.

“One moment then.” Mila’s wings fluttered as she aimed her staff at the duo, the thing crackling with volts as her symbiote began to react rather poorly to the magic, almost coming to the surface and unnerving her teammate.

“You should get that checked, all due respect.” The redhead advised.

Judy, for her part, was content to take a walk through the Arena. Or, really, a swim, putting her new water wings to good use. Her gelatinous body had to be held together by her will as her rudder tail went through the waters. Maybe if she just stayed here and let nature take its course, she’d be fine? If that Vaal Hazak was any indication, though, even that wasn’t a guaranteed of safety.

Rox was fishing at the very edge of it, slightly crestfallen, but not defeated. Not by a long-shot. She had friends she was looking forward to coming back to and no disastrous raid against a powerful Elder Dragon was going to ruin that.

Also hunting through the woods was Gotrek and Malakai, the former of which looking upon a few discarded notes from his fallen friend. The Slayer had nothing much to say anymore. He was just going through the motions at this point. “So…I was thinking. A mortar that fires flaming oil in a 360 degree angle-“

“JUST…keep moving.” Gotrek interrupted Malakai, flinging the slip of paper away and giving Basky a reason to stop that from happening. Littering, I tell you.

Ed was the one to be hit in the eye by that paper, but that didn’t phase him much. “And so, the Slayer against all that is evil, Ed, continued with his furry companion, unaware of the danger that they may face in the future.” He narrated to himself.

“In one of the worst games ever. All it’s been is nothing but death after death! What kind of sicko would watch this?!” Sarah exclaimed, unaware that Basky was watching at the moment.

While the canine-cat hybrid essentially jinxed everybody, Ridley was teleporting through the woods, firing fireballs at Bison and even managing to stab his tail through the gel-man. “You dare betray me at this time?! How foolish!” Bison boasted as he unleashed a scissor kick against the dragon, but the beast just used the Power Stone to tank those hits.

“A few days ago? Maybe. But I’m through with waiting! Prepare to die screaming!” Ridley cackled, shooting a stream of fireballs in his direction, actually catching the gel on fire before he was socked in the face by a Psycho-empowered fist. However, the dragon just kept teleporting in front of Bison, smashing a foot against his face and dragging him through the forest-floor.

Fate was a cruel mistress, but the Sluthound was just as creative and malignant in circumstances like this. Thus, everything AGAIN went black for them all. The Vaal Hazak was only the start. Something worse awaited our fighters. Something numerous, angry, and well-suited to the horror of war…

Part 12: Klendathu Drop

Bardin’s eyes opened up, blinking as he realized he and Bob were falling through a dark cool sky. “Alright. What now?” He muttered, not even phased anymore as he suddenly hit the ground, his upper-half within the night-covered desert terrain. “Little help here?!” His legs flailed.

Bob obediently pulled him out as others lands. Ridley, Bison, and Nicholas landed seamlessly, Mami and Tilroo landed daintily, Rox, Gotrek, and Malakai landed with a massive thud, and Ed fell to the ground like a rock, with Sarah landing on his stiff body. “Another happy landing.” Dresden woozily got up, having landed on his butt.

Mila dusted herself off before aiming her staff at pretty much everybody but Tilroo. “Enough of this! I have had it with being dragged around like I was nothing! It’s time for me to cut loose, as they say!” Her symbiote half was overtaking her other half of her body, making herself look more demonic.

“Just calm down! I have a bad feeling we’re getting strung along in yet ANOTHER monster-related fiasco!” Judy yelled. “In fact…I think I hear something…” Her ears twitched, hearing the sounds of crawling and even some horrific roars/screeches.

“Here we go again.” Rox groaned, her claws coming out.

Mila would have used her staff right then and there, but the ground beneath her gave way, causing her to fall down into the unknown. She would have flown out, but there were the sounds of even more roaring and screeching, as well as many wet noises and screams. Whatever was down there had gotten her.

Gotrek huffed as he gripped his axe. “Fine then. Whatever’s here, COME FORTH! I’m waiting!” He was interrupted when Nicholas attempted to cut him down with his katana, the Dwarf blocking with ease and leaving them in a blade-lock.

“Follow the leader!” Ridley cackled as he flung his claws through Bison, whom just unleashed a Psycho Crusher that missed due to that damn Space Stone.

“Pitiful.” Mami said silently before something landed right behind her. Slowly looking back, she came face to shrieking face with a massive insect. It was hard to describe, but imagine a pair of yellow/black striped jaws built like a narrow bear trap with a pair of blades for arms and several legs.

Bam. You just got introduced to a Warrior Arachnid, along with his many MANY compatriots. “Evil buuuuug!” Ed shouted, grabbing the nearest large rock and flinging it at the beast, crushing its nervous system.

“Whoo. That was close.” Sarah whipped her forehead. “Nice work, big guy!”

“Then what about THEM?!” Malakai pointed to a large horde of Warrior Arachnids, all screeching and roaring at the intruders that dared invade their planet of Klendathu. They already had it bad with the fascist Federation coming to invade them on the regular. Naturally, they weren’t too keen on MORE intruders.

“Attention, fighters!” Baskerra’s voice suddenly rang through the cool desert night. “Your goal isn’t to fight every single bug here. You’d be here forever if you didn’t die first. Your goal is to escape to the ship that just parked several yards away. So…hope you didn’t skip leg day! HAVE FUN!”

(Klendathu Drop-Starship Troopers OST)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIGHCoVzqtk

Everybody got the message, made abundantly clear as hundreds and hundreds of Warrior started to emerge, with even a few flying variants of the Arachnids soaring through the skies like flinging scissors. One of them dove down, only to be cut in half by Bardin’s axe. “Retreat?! What’s the meaning of that?!”

“How about ‘surviving?!’” Rox growled as she unleashed her arrow spell again, but she witness how, while it did send several Hoppers (as the flying ones were called) careening down to their dooms, the Warriors only lost a few of their vast numbers, many being able to shrug the injuries off.

“Then there is no other option.” Mami was a seasoned Magical Girl, but she was far from stupid, opting to use her ribbon to propel her towards the ship.

“RUN AWAAAAY!” Ed grabbed Sarah and raced towards the ship, especially as a massive Plasma Bug arrived from behind a large mountain. Clearly, it had plans to fire upon the escape ship and Ed had seen enough movies to know that being marooned on a hostile planet was far from a desirable fate.

Despite losing her teammate and unleashing a wall of fire that scared off a few Arachnids before they started using their dead to get through it, Tilroo also opted to retreat, following Sarah close behind, trusting her out of all of these people.

Dresden stayed behind a little longer to unleash a fire spell of his own, creating a meteor that was smashing through the chasing Hoppers, their wings turning into cinders. However, while making her escape, Judy had accidentally hit him in the back. “Ow! Fucking rab…oh, no.” He groaned that last bit before a falling Hopper slammed into him, caking their remains across the desert.

Gotrek and Nicholas were still engaged in their duel. Both were actually evenly matched. Sure, Gotrek had power and stamina on his side, but Nicholas was quicker, able to get a few hits in. “Better to meet my doom elsewhere but this place!” Malakai exclaimed. “Come on, brother! We gotta-“

“NO! Leave me! I’m not done with this one…or all of you bastards!” Gotrek shouted to the now incoming beasts.

“Nnngh…kill…you…” Nicholas grunted before his lack of hearing finally betrayed him. One Warrior managed to get his jaws around his midsection, lifting the man up and, despite shoving his katana into the bug’s nervous system, he was flung to the other Warriors, which mobbed and ripped him apart.

Malakai knew what he had to do. He had to leave his friend behind, but upon looking back and seeing how the Dwarf was doing against the raging tide of demonic insects, he kept running as far as his small feet would. For Gotrek would leave this planet a barren rock if he would not be stopped.

He would never leave this planet unless by some other means, but his slaughter, whether it would be his ultimate doom or just another battle to add to the pile, would be legendary among any humans that would invade this planet again. Even the Arachnids would remember how his axe cut down swathes of their forces, no matter how many wounds were inflicted on the small creature.

Ridley and Bison were now opening fighting among the hordes, the dragon creating a ring of fire around them so the Arachnids could only watch and attempt to get through. Bison, however, kept absorbing any fallen insects, increasing his power. “This is hopeless! This place shall become your GRAVE!” Bison grabbed Ridley’s neck and pile-drove him into the dirt.

Bob, with Bardin atop him, actually smashed his way through the hordes after being left behind, enduring stab after stab until the Dwarf decided to add a little something. “Here’s buckshot in yer eye, ya’ daft fool!” He shouted as he fired a clean shot into Bison’s eyes.

Despite being made of slime, the burning energy of that shot causing the tyrant to clutch his face. “Accursed beings! I am…superior…” He enveloped himself in Psycho Power, only for an incoming Hopper to slice off his head…then another sliced off his body…then another one came to fling those parts to the hordes.

Ridley flew above them all, his tail stabbing through any Hopper unlucky enough to try and face him. “Hmph. That outta keep him busy.” For Bison was still alive, but always failing to reform due to how many insects were taking a piece for themselves to handle. Sure, each piece would absorb a bug, but there would be another to rip and tear the body of Bison soon.

As the rest of the group started to make it to the ship, several platoons of Arachnid Warriors following in close pursuit, something began to break through the ground near the ship. “Break! Break!” Sarah yelled as Ed nearly ran into the emerging thing. Alas, he tripped on the hardened black exoskeleton, but that just propelled them to the ship.

Emerging from the dirt and rubble was a Tanker Bug, a green-eyed titan of a beetle that let out a loud roar as he observed all around him. Tankers only came when the going got tough and, looking upon those heading for the ship, he had a few targets to choose.

Ridley contented himself with firing pot-shots at not just the bugs below, but even some of the runners. Judy and Rox managed to avoid the shots with ease, owing to their speed and agility. However, Bob was suddenly blasted in the ankle, knocking he and Bardin down.

“Ow! Lousy Slaan…” The Dwarf muttered before looking upon the Tanker looming over them. That Tanker’s head-attachment began to crackle near the mandibles, a special trick in mind for those attempting to escape. “What are you waiting for?! I’m gonna bury my-HEY!” He was grabbed by Bob’s claw.

“G…go…” The creature spoke his first and final word before tossing the Dwarf into the open doors of the large ship ahead. By the time Bardin had landed there, the Tanker had melted down the Rat Ogre with a concentrated blast of corrosive orange acid. Nothing remained of the Skaven experiment, but the dwarf was left at a loss.

“…Gods take you.” He almost said under his breath, feeling the ship starting to rumble as it prepared to take off.

“Wait for us!” Sarah shouted as she and Ed also entered.

“Home free!” Ed exclaimed, but the Prime then held out a hand. “Tilly! You there! Grab on!”

As Judy and Rox managed to leap into the ship, with Rox sending out that arrow attack to causing several Warriors to trip over each-other, Tilroo was so close to also getting on board. The Dragonmaid smiled, seeing a true friend in the one that once offered her a place on her team…

…only for the Tanker to fire a perfectly timed shot, melting her down in front of the now horrified cat-dog hybrid, the maid’s screams echoing into the night while Mami did her best to ignore the gruesome sight and get on the now moving ship.

The bugs were losing their target and the Tanker’s blasts were missing the rising ship, the thing’s guns also taking out any Hoppers that tried to get near. Malakai managed to grab onto the ship as well, but he contended himself from hanging from the bottom. “To the pits with you, ya’ pests!” He shouted from above at the screaming hordes before a large purple draconic shape zoomed under him. “Oh, that ain’t good.”

Ridley, smiling sadistically, had one final thing to do. He knew how destructive plasma could be if it was disrupted and that massive bug taking aim from many yards away seemed like a powder keg waiting to be lit. Getting on the side of the ship and using his Power Stone, his tail smashed through it, snagging on Ed’s jacket.

“AAAH!” He screamed as he was pulled through the hole, only for Sarah and even Rox to grab onto him. “Tell Wilfred…I still have his phone numbeeeeer!” Alas, Ed was pulled through.

“NO! ED!” Sarah cried out as she saw Ridley’s laughing face, the dragon lifting Ed up above the hordes.

“Have a nice vacation, SUCKER!” He roared as he threw Ed straight into an incoming Hopper. The man and the insect whizzed through the air, out of control and heading straight for the Plasma Bug, smashing into the plasma-carrying abdomen.

Needless to say, the rest of the Arachnids started to flee for their lives as the resulting explosion engulfed all around it. Those left behind, like Bison’s remains or Mila (possibly) were incinerated by the blast. The Tanker ran as far as his large limbs could carry him, the explosion’s edge getting closer and closer until the ship carrying the survivors vanished alongside the space dragon.

When the explosion cleared, only the Tanker and a handful of Warriors remained, all looking back at the impact. Either way, at least the intruders were gone. Now, if only the Federation was FAR more sensible to never come back to their once peaceful home.

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Part 13: The Fourth Night

That night, only a measly seven combatants remained, all demoralized in some way or another and all not even having one team member remaining. Sarah, of course, was hit the hardest, left alone to slink into her cave and get into a fetal position.

“Sister…Taffy…everybody…I miss you…I miss you all so much…” She wept, hoping that her efforts, through some way, prevented them from having to endure this horror. Sadly, Basky had further plans for them as well, with their survivability quite low.

Rox climbed up a tree, laying on the branch like any of her feline brethren. This Arena was starting to wear thin on her nerves, her tail idly swishing on the branch as she tried to clear her head for the long days ahead.

Bardin was left alone to this thoughts, thinking on how Bob had saved him from that fate. “Hmph. Doesn’t make any bloody sense. A raki to actually have some semblance of a soul. Maybe it be the air here…makes you act abnormal…what if that happens to me?! Oh, Grimgir help!” He moaned in somewhat good humor before noticing an entire rotisserie chicken next to him. “Eh. Might as well.”

Chomping down on that chicken, he was unaware he was sharing the same space next to Ridley, whom had decided to kick back and enjoy another day that marked him closer to obtaining whatever he pleased. He could see it now…a universe caked in blood, the screams of the dying and the dead filling the empty cosmos.

And all after being brought to some crazy place that gave him a more insectoid stinger-tail and ram horns. It called for him to kick back on a random recliner and enjoy some Netflix. Unbeknownst to him, Judy was also nearby, but biding her time within the water. Maybe this game wasn’t that sadistic enough to initiate a THIRD Event, right?

Malakai, left alone to his devices, felt a tinge of that same aphrodisiac that had affected Gotrek for so often during the start of this infernal game. “Nnngh…no…need to keep going for them…” He grunted, grabbing his average sized but very thick cock. He never was a romantic in his day, so he only had a few toys back at his place to help him with his predicament.

He fapped the night away, uncaring of what people thought of him in this sorry state. Thoughts of machines meant to beat his cock off and even ram into his ass played in his head, but he struggled to keep them out and replace them with thoughts of him getting the drop on those in the way of total victory and redemption.

Mami somehow had it worse. Completely shaken by how things had been going, she had found a cache of caffeine somebody had left to the wayside, drinking it all down in record time. Unlike her favorite drink of tea, she took it down in such a way that it left her a caffeinated mess throughout the rest of the long night.

“Must…keep…vigilant…” She muttered for so many times, we can barely keep count. All of this was a sign that the Arena was truly getting to everybody. The numbers would only go down from here, but how quickly? How much longer would everybody have to endure this nightmare?

Not very long, as this chapter length would seem, along with those coming ahead.

Part 14: The Fifth Day/Night

With the days and nights much shorter, best to fit what went down on the fifth day and night all together. Surprisingly, barely any death happened, even with how much little space there was in the ever-shrinking barrier.

Sarah was just wandering alone, minding her own business, when she started hearing music. Loud music, at that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-50NdPawLVY

She began getting closer to the music, slightly wary after all she had been through. However, upon arriving on the sun-kissed beaches beyond the shrubbery, she found a most…unusual sight. It was a whole army of Christmas Island Red Crabs, dancing in their own little ways.

From side-to-side swagger, to exaggerated movements with their claws, to even jump on rocks and doing more little jigs. And that damn tune just wouldn’t cease. “...this is fine.” She sighed, a slight smile on her face as she seemed finally free of the grimness she had to endure.

Unbeknownst to her, many of the rest of the combatant were also there. Judy was swimming through the waters, keeping a watch for any of the more hostile combatants. “Ugh, gonna go insane if I keep hearing this tune.” Even under the water, the music kept on going and going and going.

Ridley was even among them, but he was taking the time to feast. In his training, he had to learn to eat things that even the most repulsive of Space Pirates would consider awful. Thus, he was crushing away at all the crabs he could find, almost growing fat off of them. “Lame.” He was no less happy about it. “They don’t even scream. Pathetic.”

Rox was just perched on a rock over the crowd, the many crabs swaying side to side around her. “I feel like I’m being sacrificed to some kind of deity.” She made an aside comment but nothing more after that.

The reason she wasn’t as perturbed that many more combatants were surrounding the area was that Malakai and Mami were facing their own set of troubles. Mami herself was still wide-eyed and utterly drained from her caffeine spree, the crabs carrying her like a statue. “Just…keep…drinking…” She muttered.

“You call this music?! My Grandma made better music and that was her voiding her bowels!” Malakai called out, causing the crabs to toss him into a tidepool, dancing on top of his flailing body. “NOT FUNNY!” He called out.

The only one not taking part of any of this was Bardin himself. Something else had caught his eye. “Is that…can it be…ALE! By the Gods, finally!” He exclaimed, chugging down the large bottle within the woods that he had come across. However, the moment he drank it, he began to feel changes. Very prominent ones.

“Strong stuff…wonder if-HEY!” His legs started to lengthen a bit, becoming sturdier along with his muscle definition becoming more prominent. “Alright. Not half-bad.” He flexed before feeling a strange feeling in his crotch. A rather pleasurable and testosterone-inducing one that caused his cock to become as big as a horse…and looking just like one. “Good thing I’m not plannin’ on plowin’ anytime soon.” He shook his head.

We will spare you the image of a dwarf with a horse cock, but, for those of you into it, godspeed.

That night, the same peace before followed, with barely much of anything happening except everybody getting settled back into the equivalent of their camps. Bardin was getting used to his new body, bounding through the woods and managing to move faster than he ever did as a Dwarf.

“Tastes good, leaves a fire, and gives you power! Better not be of Chaos creation or somebody is going to be a very angry wee man!” He exclaimed as she found where Ridley had found that Netflix area. Rather than chill, however, he flopped right on top of the television, shattering it utterly.

Judy winced from the bushes at that display, but she went back into the river nearby. “Just keep calm and carry on. He can only go on for so long, right?” She told herself.

Ridley perched on top of a large cliff, having had his fill of crab. “Alright. No more mister nice guy. The very moment the dawn rises, I’m gonna make sure there’s not a single speck of life remaining here…yeah…kill as much as you want…have fun.” He darkly chuckled.

Mami was also still high strung from her caffeine, but she had crashed after mumbling something about Kyubey and the nature of fate. Again, her mind wasn’t in the best of places right now.

Sarah cuddled back into the cave she and Ed used to reside in, yawning. “You know, maybe this won’t be so bad. Just gonna…rest easy here…sleep everything off…” She still twitched in her sleep, hyper as ever and probably unable to go through with that promise, but it was a start, in terms of actual strategy that she came up with.

Malakai, however, would provide the only real action this day saw that didn’t involve dwarves gaining horse-cocks or native parties involving crustaceans. As he tinkered away on a new invention, he looked up the sky. “Oh, if the Gods are actually listening…grant me this. The chance to redeem myself in the eyes of my ancestors and those before them…any chance, please.”

His pleas would be answered in a way by a sudden falling celestial object, one that he did not notice. But Rox certainly did, as the thing was spiraling towards her as like some twisted joke. She saw the thing coming for her, causing her to wake up from her nap on that rock from before. “Oh…shi-“

SMASH! Rox was completely incinerated by the falling object, causing some remaining crabs to scamper out of the way. Note to Basky: Improve the ceiling of your barrier so no more of those things happen!

Part 15: The Sixth Day

Unknown to all of the combatants, the final day was upon them all. This final sixth day. However, it would be a day drenched in blood and fire. Just wait and see. For now, we take you to the tamer sights.

And by tamer, we mean ‘still weird and depressing’. Mami had recovered from her bout, but she was busy writing her will into one of the many papers that had been flung about throughout this venture. “Keep…everybody back home…safe…please…” She finished, tears falling onto the thing. Don’t worry, folks. Whatever happens, she’s still allowed into Magical Girl Valhalla or whatever it was.

Malakai, unaware he had thinned out the ranks to just six combatants, was content to look upon his latest masterpiece. That Sentry mechanism from the Vaal Hazak incident, but equipped with black firebombs this time, enough to set an entire section of the forest ablaze, if allowed. “Whoo! Finally! Better than ever! This calls for a drink!”

Sadly, there was no ale, but there was rushing water. Water that happened to be enchanted like the stuff Lelouch drank. Thus, when he took the mixture, he felt odd and sort of aroused down below. “Oi…what now?” When he looked down below, he found a second cock where there was one before. “Yeah, maybe I’ve had too much already.” A rare sentiment from a Dwarf, but here we are.

Of course, when we said this would be a violent day, we weren’t kidding. Bardin had woken up, but he suddenly saw two bunny feet heading for his face, smacking him dead-on and pushing him into a tree. “Oh, that does it! Who’s decided to throw away their lives now?”

Judy landed in front of him, her rudder tail swishing and her hand growing to a massive fist thanks to its gelatinous composition being fed by the waters. “I’m sorry, but it has to come down to this!” She shouted as she swung at his face, but his axe cut through it with ease. She looked at her stump before it reformed. “Trippy.” She admitted.

Bardin suddenly got out his shotgun and began to fire as many shots as possible, but none of them even phased or even hit the quick gel-bunny-fish hybrid. “Blasted thing!” He muttered, doing his best to avoid her blows, unware they were both nearing a most forbidden area.

Away from the water’s edge was an eldritch-born corrupted glade. A wide field glowing purple and with vegetation that was just waiting for the next victim to wander in. Violent embers flew from the thing as the battle raged near it, the Dwarf swinging his axe into a tree, but missing again.

“This hardly feels fair! But here it comes!” Judy shouted as she hardened her tail and put all of her might into a spin to possibly break the hardy one’s neck.

“Not this time!” Bardin yelled, grabbing that tail and, before it could turn into gel again, he swung her right through three trees, bringing them down as the Dwarf panted. However, he noticed something about where she had fallen, the plants suddenly shifting and closing in around their quarry. “Nope! Getting out of her! Bleedin’ magic!” He cursed.

Judy, for her part, didn’t even have the chance to yell for help. Her gelatinous body was suddenly impaled with many of the vines around her, but when they entered her, she was filled with an intense aphrodisiac. “Guh…nuh…uuuuhg…” She could barely speak as her brain was overloaded with pleasure, her nipples becoming rock hard and her clothes being torn to shreds.

Nude and laid bare before the vines, they started to wrap around her whole body, sucking up her now jelly-like body. Before she melted within the embrace completely to become nutrients, she let out many moans and even came, her cum falling to the ground to seed it. “Nu…Nuuuuick…Niiick…so…soorr…soooorrmpph….glub…” She spoke at last, her last thoughts of getting plowed by his knotted cock in complete sweet surrender.

A much less pleasant fate awaited around the corner. Sarah had woken up, ready to face the new day a she stretched. “Alright. No more running. Let’s g-ACK!” She cried out, a spear tail impaling through her midsection. The thing dripped with venom as she was suddenly lifted by the attacker.

Ridley, smirking with such malice and perverse delight at seeing a struggling animal impaled upon his tail, licked at her face, looking into her eyes. “Come on…scream some more…look at me when you do. I wanna see you DIE.” He chuckled as she coughed up blood, her life flooding from her. “Don’t fight it…SCREAM, DAMN YOU!” He roared.

We interrupt this horrifying scene for everything to go to black for the final time. The final confrontation was about to begin…

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Part 16: The Swarm Rises, the Axe Falls

This time, the remaining four combatants found themselves in a lush jungle field. That is, an open grassy plain where much of the tropical foliage was around them like a barrier of itself. However, Ridley was conspicuously absent. “That’s it! No more tricks! Whoever’s doin’ this had better face us like men!” Bardin raised his axe.

“I’ve got a little machine with your name on it, mutt!” Malakai shouted before he noticed the other Dwarf. “Oh! Didn’t notice you this entire time. Nice to see it’s not just me.”

“You an engineer? Huh. Always wanted to be one.” Bardin admitted. “Never got around to it. Father disapproved.”

“Shame.” They were interrupted when Mami aimed one of her muskets at them. “Even bigger shame? That you, lass, have to show us some true Umgak in your final moments. Least you’re dying on your feet.”

“I…HATE combat…” She said shakily. “And I hate taking life all the same, but…if it means returning home…I’m afraid I have to-“ She never got to finish her sentence, as a large insectoid creature zoomed past, a horrible buzzing sound filling the air.

See, remember that wasp from WAY back that kept following Dresden? Turns out, it was a young scout sent by a particular species that Basky had cultivated from another universe. A mutant species that should have not have been. One that was about to come in not as many numbers as the Arachnids before them, but enough to be a true nightmare for this meager group.

All three looked up to see a horde of dark-green/yellow wasps descending from the sky, some of which breathing fire from their mandibles. Oh, yes. From a forgotten film in 2012, come the Dragon Wasps. These monstrosities were a dying breed, but Basky had now sicced them on the group.

“That’s it! The next bug I see, I’m crushing it!” Bardin yelled before getting out his shotgun. “Arm yourself, brother!” He told Malakai.

“Already on it! Get a load of this!” With that, he sent his Sentry out, the thing hooking into the ground and already taking aim.

For Mami, this was no issue at all, unleashing her most powerful move yet. A quick finisher as she moved behind both dwarf and away from the incoming swarm. With a serious of elegant movements, she created an entire wall of muskets around her. Unlimited Blade Works, eat your heart out. “Tiro Finale Definitiva.” She simply stated.

The bullets started flying as energy blasts that were body-seeking, smashing into many Dragon Wasps. Seemed like this battle would be over in a minute…until many fireballs emerged from the smoke, blowing up a good chunk of the materialized guns and breaking Mami’s concentration.

Bardin managed to see through the smoke, a pair of soulless yellow eyes lighting the way. “Oh…that damn dragon…” He commented before the final battle TRULY began.

(Ridley-ManOnTheInternet)

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Ridley let out a loud booming roar as the Dragon Wasps around him gave him a wide berth, even the even larger queen flying above him. This the Power Stone and Space Stone within his palms, he was almost unstoppable, compared to them all. So drunk with power and bloodlust he was, he started to sing…

“Bring the fuel to stack the fire! Pile the bodies ever higher! Hear them running! Hear them screaming! It’s the end of all your dreaming! And your blood is what I craaaaave! Know that YOU will not be SAAAVED!” He belted out as he rushed at the ground, grabbing Bardin and pushing him against the ground before avoiding every single blast from Mami, his tail suddenly slicing through her hair before he teleported.

Several demonic voices began to join as Ridley teleported everywhere around Mami, confusing her and nearly making her easy prey for a Dragon Wasp to singe her outfit. “Another world is soon to fall. Another mark upon the waaaall…”

Ridley suddenly landed, right in front of Malakai as he hurried got out more sentries, with most blowing up the ignitable swarm and causing may bodies to fall down. “So we strike with devastation! In the night wipe, out creation! Show our might! Annihilation! Now you die!” With that final lyric, he unleashed a slew of fireballs that created a massive explosion that propelled the Dwarf into the underbrush.

Despite this, Malakai got out an axe, cutting through any Wasp that dared try and snatch him  up. “Come on! I’ll take you all on!”

“Blood and gore…by the score…falling to the dragon’s roar…All scream out their final breath, to the Cunning God of Death.” Those same voice spoke up as Bardin came to, only to be grabbed by Ridley again and thrown into Mami, the creature teleporting in back of them.

Ridley then began to slice his claws slowly, smacking the two around and tearing through their clothes/armor. “Hail to the Cunning God of DEAAAAAAATH!” He then wrapped the two with his tail and began to drag them across the ground into the swarm.

“Death on violent wings! Death to everything!”

Ridley then teleported and started to drag Malakai through the dirt, actually inflicting visible injuries before throwing him up and blasting him with a hail of fireballs from below, his body spread out as he just kept singing. “HAIL to the Cunning God of DEAAAAAATH!”

“Death on violent wings! Death to everything!”

At least, a pair of Dragon Wasps burnt the flying Dwarf to a crisp, his bones falling to where Ridley stomped his foot on them. “Death to…EVERYTHING!” He was suddenly shot in the back by Mami’s actual Tiro Finale, but all it did was push him back and make him look both Dwarf and Magical Girl in the eye with a horrible grin.

He extended his tail, forcing the two to dodge before he flew up and dive-bombed them several times, his Power Stone activating and causing the very land beneath his wings to tear up, even killing a few Wasps with the debris. “Bring the fuel to stack the fire! Pile the bodies ever higher! For the God of Death is rising, and your BLOOD is what I crave!”

He then started to avoid the muskets even more, grabbing the Queen Dragon Wasp and forcing her to take the hits, grabbing her by the neck and dragging her through the ground while breathing a stream of hot plasma-fire across the land, causing the entire jungle to become a burning inferno. “So we strike with devastation! In the night wipe, out creation! Show our might! Annihilation! Know that YOU will not be saaaved!”

While Bardin struggled to get up, Mami was shaking with pure terror, hardly able to summon the muskets anymore. “Another world is soon to fall. Another mark upon the waaaall…” However, she actually managed to get TWO Tiro Finales around her, firing two homing blasts.

Ridley flew through the air, cutting through Dragon Wasps as he did. “They will learn the truth of pain! As they all burn! All in my domain shall HEAR MY CRY!!!” The bullets seemed to hit him at the same time…but then his head emerged…

…and CHOMPED down on Mami’s head, decapitating her as the Queen Dragon Wasp also stabbed her through the back. “Guillotine…take their heads…we will stain…the stars in red…”

After doing that in front of a stunned and injured Bardin, the space dragon caught him in his claws and roared in front of his face. “NOW ignite the funeral PYRE! Sound the SCREAMING of the CHOIR!” He threw him at the buzzing away queen, charging up a powerful plasma beam. “For the GOD of Death is RISING! STANDING HIGH UPON YOUR GRAAAAAAVES!”

Upon screaming that final lyric, he fired his beam at the queen, Bardin included. The explosion caused more flaming bits to rain down, the Dragon Wasp swarm disorganized and left to fly around the burning jungle. The entire place had begun to resemble a more hellish environment. One that suited Ridley perfectly.

Landing, he let out another roar, scattering the swarm around him into a frenzy, their weak minds unable to handle it. “There you have it, everybody! My victory is complete! Now, where’s my prize already?! It’s about time I got to continuing my business back at home.”

However, nothing happened, no matter how long he waited. “Well?! Oh…I think I get it. That bitch fears me now. As she should. Because this is all just a start…for this is how I see my future in my dreams.” He looked upon the devastation and the corpses he left behind. “A future…mired in blood and fire…ruled by me…ruled by FEAR! Fear that death is coming on my wings!”

Ridley spread out his body, letting out a maniacal laugh. “Where every bit of hellfire I spread can be considered a safe haven from my wrath! Where blowing up planets is the ONLY way to achieve mercy! Otherwise, this universe…ANY UNIVERSE…is nothing but a shrieking animal for me to torment! To slice apart! TO ENJOY!”

As he continued to laugh, he wasn’t aware of the corpse of the Queen starting to move a bit. And then-

SLASH!

Ridley’s eye shot open when he went still. “…why can’t I feel my hand?” He lifted up his arm, only to see the palm with the Space Stone had been removed, causing him to let out a shriek of rage and pain. “WHO?! WHO DID THAT?!” He roared before seeing Barden before him, chewing on the Stone before spitting it out into the underbrush.

The Ranger was clenching his axe, his gun a few yards away. His rage was so great, not just because this beast had attempted to slay him, but because his beard had actually been burnt a bit. “You’ve gone and done it now.” He growled, all friendliness gone from his voice. “You worthless wannabe Slaan.”

Ridley just narrowed his eyes as his claw grew back in record time, his Power Stone glowing brightly. “And that’s supposed to mean something!? Even without these Stones, I’m still more than a match for some midget human!” He stood up and roared again, but Bardin didn’t flinch a bit. “Brave little human, I’ll give you that.”

“I ain’t no human. And I ain’t gonna be another one of your victims, monster. For my job, as a Ranger, is to protect my kingdom from threats like you. A thankless job, but I get it done…and nothing gets my blood rushin’ like fine ale than slaying monsters. ACTUAL monsters, like you.” Bardin raised his axe.

“Alright. Humor me. Who’s the pathetic twerp who thinks he can step up to me?” Ridley’s flames emanated from his mouth, ready to fry him.

The Dwarf slammed his axe down. “I…am Bardin Goreksson! Cousin of the great Okri! The Mountain you face! And, by my axe, you shall slaughter no longer!” He gripped his weapon before charging forth. “FOR KAAAAAADRIIIIIN!”

(Ridley-Metroid: Other M)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q29dATEP_7Q

Ridley’s first instinct was to unleash a torrent of flames against the Dwarf, but he just leaped through them and lodged his axe into the beast’s chest, causing Ridley to fly up and attempt to pry him off. With his Power Stone, he attempted to punch him, but the Dwarf just spun on his axe and kicked him square in the face.

Landing, Bardin had to run as fast as he could from the fireballs being blasted from the angered dragon’s maw. Grabbing Barden’s axe, Ridley threw it at him, but the guy just caught the thing. “HAH! You couldn’t even hit a gobbo if you tried!” He mocked.

That only got Ridley to charged forth, grabbing the Dwarf and dragging him through the burning ground, ruining his armor. However, in a moment of luck, Bardin grabbed his shotgun and before Ridley could bite his head off, the Ranger shoved his weapon into his maw, shooting upwards.

Howling in pain, Ridley dropped the Dwarf, giving him ample time to swing his axe upwards and slice a foot off. “AUGH! That’s it!” Ridley seethed, roaring as the flames seemed to flow into his very maw, to which he fired upon the ground, creating a large flame-burst.

Bardin slammed a massive rock down, shielding himself from the wall of inferno. He yelled mightily as the rock seemed to crack from the sheer force. “Fine! You won’t burn to death?! I’ll just skewer you!” Ridley roared, getting on all fours and empowered his tail to rocket towards the rock.

The rock was reduced to dust, but Bardin had dodged in the nick of time, swinging his axe down and cutting off his stinger-tail. “The dragon roars! But he always will he miss! I could be doing something better! More fun! More important! Not any of this!” Bardin jovially sang before being flung into a tree by Ridley’s wing gales.

“JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!” Ridley roared, flapping his wings and making sure that the embers would nearly blind the Dwarf, but he kept his helmet on, braving through the winds.

“This be hardly a breeze!” Bardin boasted before Ridley tuckered himself out and left himself open for a that axe to go flying and actually cut one of his wings off.

Falling to the ground, Ridley slammed a fist down and charged at the Dwarf, his body glowing purple as the Power Stone activated again. Grabbing Bardin, he began to squeeze down, actually elicting cries of pain from the small one. “When I’m done with you…” Ridley’s hate-filled gaze pierced into Bardin’s eyes. “…I’m gonna visit your homeworld…burn it black! Kill every last man, woman, and child!”

Bardin could feel some of his ribs cracking, but he struggled still, spitting at the dragon’s face. “Blow it up…your arse!”

“I’m serious! I want to see the despair in your eyes! Don’t you have any family?! ANYTHING I COULD TAKE AWAY FROM YOU?!” Unbeknownst to Ridley, a lone Dragon Wasp was flying behind him, gearing up its stinger as vengeance for the lost Queen.

Bardin noticed and just smirked. “Normally…I’m a lot more private. But I’ll tell you this…you’re gonna lose fuckin’ badly…because I’ve got nothin’ left to lose! Your body does, though.”

Before Ridley could respond, a stinger went right through his chest, green blood gushing out as the dragon roared in agony, clutching the thing before his regrown tail stabbed through the wasp’s head and tore the body from the jammed burning blade.

In the chaos, Bardin managed to slip out and slice his axe across Ridley’s face, blinding him, but not before his wings regrew and he flew up. “I will not…be beaten…BY A FUCKING HUMAN!” He screeched, ignoring the large stinger within him and clenching his Power Stone fist, flying as high as he could before diving down.

His claw was extended to hit the ground, planning on generating a shockwave to utterly destroy the land along with the Dwarf, but Bardin just narrowed his eyes. “Just a wee bit closer…” He started to swing his axe faster and faster until it made direct contact with the Stone.

With a loud crack and as time seemed to slow, Ridley’s eyes widened as the Stone exploded in a humongous plume of purple miasma and volts that put out every fire and caused many dead trees to be uprooted, a large crater forming where the axe and Stone met. It seemed like both combatants were destroyed, the music ending.

However, from the side of the interior crater, Bardin pulled himself out. His armor was all but destroyed and his axe ruined beyond repair, but he was alive. “By the Gods above, I don’t think Cousin Okri managed to do that! Slay a dragon! Who would have known?” He laughed before coughing, with some blood to go with it. “There it is…that’s be how a broken rib feels!”

As he traveled across the crater, Ridley’s claw suddenly came into focus, dragging the half-melted body forward. Ridley’s ruined body crackled with dark purple, only half of his face remaining. “Nuh…no…not…not like this…my pride…” He knew he could just be cloned or something, but this was the ultimate humiliation.

Somebody other than Samus had felled him. Sure, he misused the power of the Stones, but that was beside the point. His aspirations were ruined and he was brought low by this…this…THING from another world! Prey! Bardin was supposed to be prey! It wasn’t fair to him!

“Don’t you ever shut up?” Bardin picked up his shotgun, aiming it at the dragon’s eye.

“Kill you…kill you…kill you…” Ridley muttered madly, still unable to comprehend his loss.

The Dwarf just shrugged. “Eh. Guess not.” With that, he fired downward, finally ending the vile Cunning God of Death’s life. For a time, he just stood there before collapsing on his behind. “I need a drink. A real drink.”

As if the Gods themselves were listening, a large bottle of ale was placed at this feet. “That outta do it.” He commented before finding Basky above the remains of Ridley, wagging her twin-tails. “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” Basky chuckled. “I’m her to congratulate you! You’ve become our Second Silverscale Arena Champion! You deserve…well, what did you have in mind? I can grant you any wish, remember?”

That actually got the tuckered out Ranger’s attention. “You know, come to think of it…I haven’t really thought of it. Lemme let you know, I’m not one to trust magic or whatever gobblygook you sorcerers or whatever you are have up your sleeves.”

The Sluthound kicked back, putting a claw to her face. “You know…bringing back your son and honor isn’t off the table.”

“Watch your tongue!” Bardin shouted before blinking. “You mean…he could return? My darling boy? And my honor too?”

“All that it implies.” She promised, bowing. “Then again, I could always change things around so you’d keep adventuring, drinking the days away, and slashing through Skaven hordes the whole way through.”

All of this was severely tempting to the Dwarf, but he had to think carefully. “…if what you say is true and you’re not stringing me along…then I want not just my son back, but all those I failed during that fateful day. But know this! I’ll never stop fighting for my kingdom! I don’t even want the location of Karak Zorn! I’ll find that the old fashioned way! The fun way!”

Basky nodded at all of this. “Very well…when you go past this portal…” He created one leading back to the current End Times. “…you’ll find your wife and son waiting for you there. They’ll have questions, but I’m sure you can answer them. And tell them you slew a dragon! Here’s the head for proof!” She tossed him Ridley’s ruined head, Bardin having to use all of his strength for it.

“Nnngh…thank you kindly…now, NEVER do this again…unless I ask, of course. Something about this was kind of fun, really.” The Dwarf admitted, not sure how the rest of his ilk would believe tales like surviving TWO dragons and a Rat Ogre that actually stayed loyal to a Dwarf.

Whatever the case, he was well on his way home, thinking of a whole slew of joyful shanties…and a heavy desire for a nice big night on the town.

Basky turned to the audience giving a wink. “What a happy ending, lemme tell ya’! If you have any criticisms, feel free to send me a message or leave a comment. Other than that, leave a comment anyway if you have anything to say about this slightly shorter but no less exciting venture! Good fight…and good night! Happy 2021, everybody!”

END OF EPISODE 2