Lords of Creation (Story Thread 3)

[Zaleramancer]

Slowly, the dragon begins to loose ground. Energy is striking it faster than it can devour it. It swipes it's tail at Pantheo's legs in a desperate gambit.

[Zaleramancer]

Nodding, the Red Rider spoke.

  I no longer sense the second. It must have dissolved into mortal flesh following the.. interesting.. gambit. 

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Raka stepped forward almost imminently.

The two servitors looked at one another. "I don't know, I mean, we really should get back and see if.....  Y'knw we might have another hob.......Yes, yes, take us with you please oh goddess. Those things are terrifying! You wouldn't believe. They're worse than anything. Anything!"

[Zaleramancer]

Pike stepped forward and looked at Raka.

 You want, I carry. Honored Elder Companion of Mistress not need walk.  

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yes, Interesting Gambit sounds better than 'terrible idea."" The Watchman says, chuckling. "Now what, though? You two are intelligent enough to make the cure without me. I should go where I'm needed most. I'm just not sure where that is. Spectropolis should be..."

He finally notices the absence.

"Where's The Babysitter?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Raka positively blushes and allows the barrel chested shark man to pick her up.

"We're alright, we make good time." The watcher says, as the Watchdog goes and climbs up on Pikes back.

"Or I make good time, I guess. Whatever. I'm good."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"I don't even know how my own subjects are." Uburra-Namall offers, frowning with concern, "I don't even know how my darling subjects are...Zaya, we really should get going. I should hope the menace is nearly dealt with, but...I can't bear another minute of not knowing for sure."

[Philote]

The strike catches Pantheo in his unguarded state and he sinks into the sea, his wings digging into the sea floor. He rises up in a rage, four more arms growing to join the original two as Pantheo mirrors the favored tactic of Gilgamesh. Six blades impale themselves into the Dragon as Pantheo lifts the creature up before the blades can dissipate. Pantheo's armor opens up more as the grates pull away, allowing him to sink his fangs into the Dragon's neck. Before the Dragon's energy can eat away at him, Pantheo breaths his energy into the struggling Dragon's innards.

[Zaleramancer]

 I.. Assumed you sent her off to your city.  Zaya glanced from him to the fair goddess.

 I think we should locate the errant Babysitter before returning. My horse makes very good time.  

[Zaleramancer]

The march towards the sea began.

Monsters mown over like they weren't even there. One thing and one thing alone mattered to Waverider.

She must return to the sea. NOW.

No person. No being. No god would stop her now.

[Zaleramancer]

The groaning rattle of the Dragon rumbles through most of the ocean, eclipsing briefly the turbulence of the waters.

Far below the floating gods, away from the Dragon, a small head appeared.

"What. Precisely. Is. Going. On?!" Coral had arrived.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall thought for an instant. Then she reached up the hand that held Heartbreaker, and her armored, divine Pegasus descended from nowhere's heights.

"All right then. If you insist." The love goddess huffed, as she straightened herself on the winged mount, and made sure she hadn't lost any of her armor or accessories in the chaos, "You'll excuse my escort. Hovering was getting to be something of a bother."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yes, we-" the head pokes out of the water, deep below him. He looks over at the titanic duel, and back at the little head.

Why would she listen to you? She doesn't have any reason to to. There isn't any reason for her to. Still, he looks at the two goddesses ready to ride off, and say. "Two seconds." Then he quickly descends.

"Gilgamesh is battling a creature that wants to eat us all." He says to it. "I'd say he's almost done, actually. I wouldn't go near, that thing saps Divinity even if you're near it."

[Zaleramancer]

Gaping, ironically enough, like a fish out of water Coral simply glanced back and forth between the Watchman and the grappling Titans.

"I.. Very well. So long as he cleans up after himself." She finished lamely. "Thanks.. for.. returning it."

She dove back beneath the waves, away from the Dragon's poisonous aura.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Uh...Well...no problem...." He finishes just as lamely. He floats back up to the pair.

"What? C'mon, we don't have time to dilly dally. Zaya, may I ride your horse?"

[Zaleramancer]

 Of course. Just avoid the mouth. He bites with fangs of steel.

She gestured for the Fair Goddess to lead them forward.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh, indeed. No time at all for idle chat. Let's be on then, shall we?"

She yanks the reins of her winged steed, and it takes off into the distant air, fast as lightning.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yah, onward!" The Red horse takes off after the Pegasus.

[Philote]

Pantheo could feel the very flesh of his face withering away as he sank his fangs deep into the Dragon's flesh and roared his energy into its being. The wings on Pantheo's back extend and the two titans rise into the air. Pulling his claws out of the creature's chest, Pantheo surges energy back into his palms to reform his blades once more. He sinks each one into the creature's skull, digging his claws in deeper once the blades had broken through. Pantheon wrestled wildly with the creature, grappling it close and digging deeper into its skull no matter how much it ate away at his body. With a final valiant effort, Pantheo twisted his neck and his six claws, snapping the Dragon's skull off its body (Smite x4).

As the body falls, Pantheo grabs it by its exposed spine with a lower claw and hurls it to the heavens above to hand where the moon used to reside. The skull he drops into his Plane of Heroes, a prize of his conquest. With his deed done, Pantheo sinks down towards his throne. The entire front half of his body melted away by the Dragon's hunger. He would heal, and he would finish this madness.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Aox spun around, the chaos around him forgotten. That voice cut through his mind like a knife.

"Who...", Aox muttered.