The Convergence Series GM
As Larxene started her attack, Christopher would use a grappling hook to send a rope up to a nearby building, flying right into the air to avoid the electric shock. With his free hand, he pulled a shotgun and attempted to shoot Larxene before she could hit him again.
"Ugh!" Medb allowed herself to take the hit, her head knocking a good few inches down. Facing the ground, her face was partially covered by her hair, but Ashley would be able to see a sinister grin. "...fufu...oh, my dear, foolish Ashley...you've just sealed your fate! Ptooey!"
Medb spat onto the ground, saliva intermixed with a bit of blood. Said blood immediately began pooling into a large puddle, frothing as from it sprung to life a figure in Celtic battle armor.
"..." The figure swung at Ashley with its lance, while from the pool another soldier seemed to be on its way.
Medb wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a look of smug victory on her face. "Prepare to be squashed under my heel like the filthy insect you are!"
"Grgh!" Shan Yu grunted as Pyke stabbed him, though his fur pelts aided in reducing the severity of the attack. Gaining his bearings, the Hun swung his arm back to elbow the old pirate in the face and get him off. "You fight well, but you speak nonsense. You're too far gone to be of any use to me."
Elsewhere on the battlefield...
"A ha ha ha haa...your perseverance will go unrewarded in the eternal. I hope you know that!"
The zombie, now floating above the city in a bubble of her own, sent a wave of bubbles down towards the duo that challenged her. One vanished into thin air, while the other was able to sprint out of the way himself and avoid them.
"Damn her!" Moira reappeared behind a building, glancing out at the field. "The second we wind up in that bubble trap of hers, there's no telling what will happen!"
"Well, death, I'm sure," Doomfist replied, watching the girl, who fortunately seemed to have lost track of them for a moment. "But I think I spotted a way to stop her. Back in that dreamworld of hers, it appeared that the stitching around her collarbone was the weakest spot on her. If we were to unravel it..."
"...she would be ripped apart." Moira nodded. "And how would we go about doing that?"
Doomfist smiled. "I think you already know."
"You can run all you like, but you'll never be out of my sight!" The zombie girl floated right before them, grinning down as she readied another attack.
Doomfist took off running, and Moira raised her hand.
"Surrender to my will!"
A powerful blast of purple and yellow energy shot dead center into the bubble, slowly absorbing it. Meanwhile, Doomfist leapt up into the air, practically vanishing from view. The bubble continued to decrease and decrease until there was nothing left, and then...
Doomfist came crashing down from the sky from above the zombie, bringing her down to the street with him, a crater formed from the impact. She landed on her back, temporarily incapacitated, and he landed in a crouch. It didn't take long for him to find what he needed on her belt: the dagger she had used to stab him earlier. "How ironic..." Doomfist took the blade, smiling at the girl. "Time to go back to whatever Hell you came from."
SSSHNK. He stabbed the knife into her collarbone stitching. She only hissed in response, closing her eyes.
"Really? That's it? No cry of pain or vengeance? I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed. After all you put me through, I figured you'd have the tiniest bit more fire." He began slicing through the wound, working to finish her off.
"...ha..." A smile formed on her face. "Not the first time I've been sent back home. Won't be the last, either...you'd be surprised how often a Dark Purveyor gets summoned..."
"I see." He was almost done. "Could I at least know your name? You fought well enough that you deserve to have it remembered."
As he cut the last stitch, she had time to whisper one last word. "...Mariska..."
And with that, she was gone, not even leaving behind a corpse as her body vanished into dark energy. Moira joined her associate. "That was surprisingly civil."
Doomfist stood. "Not really a surprise, no. She knew she had been defeated. Hippie types don't seem to enjoy fighting much, after all. In fact, she had been rather passive in her dreamworld until we ambushed her. I don't think she recovered enough from it for a proper attack tonight. Not that I mind, of course. The less of these Others, the better."
"Hm." Moira tested her hand, clenching and unclenching her fingers.
"You all right?"
"Yes. Fortunately I had enough time before being dragged here to modify my biotics with resistance to those substances Reyes brought into the labs. Considering our involvement in these Multiversal affairs, I was certain it'd prove beneficial."
"And beneficial it is." Doomfist took a deep breath. "Now come on. There's an angel we need to defeat."
And with that all said and done, they were off.
"Spiders aren't insects you dumb bitch," Ashley replied as she casually grabbed the lance of the swinging Celtic warrior and used her strength to heft him up by his weapon and fling him to the side. "So no bleeding? Fine." She cracked her knuckles. "I guess I just have to choke you really hard." Leaping forwards again Ashley tried to tackle Medb to the ground and get her hands around the Queen's throat.
Tarn was struck continuously by the attacks of Megatron as they flew higher and higher up into the air. Suddenly Megatron felt his engine stall as Tarn began to speak. His words like worms slithering into his audio receptors as his entire body began to tense up. "C-Coward. You didn't even have the devotion to see your own designs to the end!"
"No, I cannot say the same. Not anymore at least."
Megatron gets up, swiftly transforming into his Cybertronian Jet Mode and ramming into a recovering Tarn at high speeds.
"I started the Decepticon cause to unite. The destruction and leaked energon caused under my reign was a neccessary side effect, or so I thought. To slay one, two or a dozen, finding it insignificant to the millions that will benefit...
... but what I failed to realise was that dozens became hundreds, hundreds became thousands..."
The Fusion Cannon fires repeatedly, the weaker shots, when repeated, would accumulate into heavy damage.
"Soon, I felt nonchalance and obligation from what I had previously considered a 'neccessary side effect'. The faction that had once promised equality among Cybertronians promised a trip to the AllSpark. I had transformed myself and the lands that I have reigned. The taint I have brought upon myself was comparable to that of the Dark Energon that poisoned Cybertron.
Peace through tyranny, so I said, but there was only tyranny, and no peace to be granted, except for the peace one would gain by joining the AllSpark.
It was only after being freed from the oppressive thrall of Unicron - a being whose blood I once craved to be one with - a being that I desired to be compared to - a being that I, once arrogant, saw myself in - that I realised what I was doing - the kind of Cybertron that I was envisioning. Realising that my ways would lead to an unideal Cybertron, as it had once before, I had a change of spark that would lead me to be Decepticon no more."
Megatron rammed upwards into the air at great speeds.
"Us Cybertronians possess the ability to transform, not only through our limbs and kibble, but the sway of our sparks as well. Is the ability to alter our views on subjects, our actions and our way of life a strength, or is it a flaw in our program that needs to be eliminated?"
No matter what Megatron tried he was completely immobile as long as Tarn was talking. The DJD leader pointed his fusion cannon towards the now falling under carriage of Megatron. "It's time for you to fall to MY cause!" The blast sent both figures flying away from one another but Megatron felt that his mobile functions were starting to return to him, which was lucky considering the ground was very fast approaching.