NB10: Toutes les choses essayent d'obtenir l'immortalite y compris ce fil.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Perhaps one of the Miscreants is the key to healing the others?

Medicinal Miscreant? No...killed him a couple seconds ago.

'Mergency Miscreant? No, he was totally USELESS in this emergency.

Man, there's a lot of Miscreants...

[GreenDay]

"Sorry I'm late, but me and Neo are here now. And we have reinforcements." Behind us there is our entire army. The space squids group up behind me ready to fire. Behind them is our gargantuan space armada. Manning the ships are the citizens of NA, along with the armies from my various dimensions, and my billions of Kystians.

"OPEN FIRE! DESTROY THE PUPPET MISCREANTS." Giant beams of energy shoot by me, decimating all in their path. As several of the Miscreants try to attack the ships, my Kystians and other armies pour out, and begin attacking the main force. I then fire huge blasts of different elements, while I use the powers of many different runes and symbols on them. Giant golems form in front of me and begin attacking the Miscreants. Some simply wade into the forces and explode with the force of an atom bomb. I shapeshift and grow into a giant, then condense my bone structure. Then large spikes of condensed bones form spikes over my body, as I crash into the forces, crushing some and sensing others flying at light-speed.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Inside the Meteor's Chamber:

Mag, Myst, Missy, Mo and Merry stare blankly at the meteor. Seconds earlier both Marv and Mal had been sucked into it. the meteor arc with power every few seconds as if something was trying to break out of it.

Unsure of what to do the Miscreants waited to see what would happen.

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Mal and Marv fought. They fired attack after attack at each other. they dodged, ducked and blocked each other, evenly matched. Mal became ever more furious at her own weakness, but the meteor was affecting both of them. If one of them did not win soon, they would both dissappear completly.

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The puppet miscreants were becoming more and more erractic in their attacks. It was as if the force that guided them was becoming unfocused.

[Philote]

I notice a change in the miscreants and decide to use my new technique. "It is time to use my trump card, and use the technique the miscreants helped me develop."

I replace my blade with my true blade. Halo. A white blade appears that looks like a hole in reality.

"Paradiso." Holy energy wraps around my blade and the power of my allies is combined within (Without draining them). I release the energy in an arc that travels through space purifying a portion of the opposing force.

The power becomes unstable though as it spreads out and breaks apart in an explosion. "Guess I still need some practice." I say as I catch my breath.

[Zaleramancer]

"So.. Insane attack time?" I say as I draw the second moon blade and take to the skies.

I raise my blade and the combination of it's own innate power and my control over the weather begin to kick in. A huge cloud of swirling winds and crackling electricity begin to spin around the blade.

"I will refrain form making a pun or screaming an attack name before annihilating you." I say to the mindless shadows as I swing my arms down.

The air around the miscreants quite literally explodes into a swirling vortex of death. Miscreants are thrown into the air like rag-dolls by wind, shocked by dancing lightning, deafened by growling thunder, drenched by pounding rain and beaten by frozen hail. The newly born storm elemental continued to plow a path of destruction through whatever Miscreants were stupid enough to come near it.

I leaned back into a seated position to observe how things were going.

The butterfly of doom had done fairly well, having taken down several potent miscreants before having to retreat. The ferocious red sprites were still doing damage, most due to their maneuverability and weaponry. I winced when I saw that a good portion of the homunculi were gone either due to their swords begin destroyed or just continued damage, despite the frantic efforts of the healing pixies.

There's always plan B if we need it..

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Munchies Miscreant...

Mucilaginous Miscreant...

Even Methodical Miscreant...

I has slain them all.

Leaping into the air, I am suspended in midair, and my eyes and mouth are aglow.

"SHOOP...DA...WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!1!!!"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

And if THAT don't work...

Plan P.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

You would destroy my home planet?

[Zaleramancer]

Maybe Shadowulf's trying to replace Jester.

Someone has to fill this site's quota of destructive psychopathy!

[Marvelous Miscreant]

There's a quota?...........well then.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Yeah, normally I'd be against random widespread violence, but well...they ARE evil superpowered puppets.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Yeah, so attack them not my home planet. I was born there.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Well, you know my finesse about destruction...

I could do my version of Goku's Spirit Bomb, and I still could avoid touching any baby bunnies or pretty landmarks...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Well okay...now if you'll excuse me, I'm locked in mortal combat with Mal.

[Zaleramancer]

Have fun. I'll be relaxing in the air while my summoned minions wreak havoc on the puppet miscreants.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

My poor undead brothers and sisters.

[Zaleramancer]

None of them will be eaten or anything.

...

Most of them will not be eaten.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

That's really comforting.

[Zaleramancer]

They're already undead.

Now they are just being digested by a large feline.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Well, typically, I don't massacre innocent folks...

HEY! Maybe we can hold them off until they can be returned to undeath...?

Or...even better...we can massacre them now, and go all hero-necromantic on them later! They return to normal life, AND we get to kill them (not in that order)! EVERYBODY wins!