New Beginning 17: Souls of Intellect

[Philote]

I mind my own business on Aeon.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 My first mobile emissaries are supernatural golems. They possess:

Invulnerability

Immutability

Atomicity

Singularity

Unpredictability

Time-Defiance

Superstrength

Superspeed

Supersenses

Super-reflexes

Superacuity

Superdexterity

Superawareness

mid-level MythPower: Aether's Experience (aether blasts)

As each of you possess MythPowers, they quickly pick up your psychic signatures to track you all down. Groups of five head toward each of you.

[Zaleramancer]

I throw Venus at them.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 And after they wipe the dust off, due to being invulnerable, they proceed yet further.

[Zaleramancer]

I throw a blackhole at them.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The golems try their best to escape the gravitational force.

Seeing as how they cannot, I cast my perception to see them being pulled in...

And arm them each with their own swords.

Their own SOULswords. That ought to at least help them put up some resistance.

[Zaleramancer]

I use my magical murderstick to smack those that are nearly escaping back into the gravitational well.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Then I guess I should send more. You seem to be having a good time with them.

(Celadonian) Cosms. Gullets. Your turn.

I psychically remove their need to feed, and their attraction to energy.

[Philote]

I notice that they don't seem to have a form of dimensional travel. So, I push each one into a different dimensional frequency, one where they won't bother me on.

[Zaleramancer]

You're sending me energy clouds and living blackholes?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Always for the easy fixes.

So...I project my consciousness to each of their locations and equip each with their own teleportation and dimensional travel cores. Unbreakable, incapable of being displaced by anyone but me.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Not to you. At you.

[Zaleramancer]

....

Are they edible?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Only if you don't mind mind-numbingly painful cataclysmic, civilization-shattering, world-ending, galaxy-emptying irritable bowel syndrome and/or gas and/or diarrhea.

[Philote]

"Hmm, replica Cores" I say grinning

"Lets see how they hold up to the real thing."

I teleport at the nearest one, and we get into a struggle as we try to out teleport each other to gain an opening. Eventually I read his movements and grab his ankle and hurtle him away.

[Zaleramancer]

Then I stretch space into a mobius effect, so that they never get any closer to me, regardless of the speed they go.

Also, I'm whacking the golem-filled blackhole off the edge of the universe.


I should sleep now. Before my spelling goes worse..

[Celadon's Penultimate]

As Zale and Phi pwn my golems, and make me and Techne's handiwork look all shoddy and stuff, Techne looks at me.

"They're totally killin' mah golems...indeed." She huffs.

"Mhm. Give 'em time. I'll think of something scary. And powerful...and scary."

 "Well, you better do it quick. They're totally dissing you."

I examine the fight from afar. Now I think about it...yeah. Yeah, they are dissing me.

My indifference changes slowly to bother...to annoyance...to grumpiness...to anger...to rage...

My eyes and my hands glow. The golems cease their movements in a spatio-temporo-molecular stasis, and begin to glow as well.

And every golem then gives off a portion of energy from its core, igniting all neutrinos (normally miniscule and harmless particles) within the area so they each ignite with the power of a neutron bomb. Each explosion will trigger another until the effects consume the entire arena.

[Zaleramancer]

I am sent flying off into the void of space, blast through a few planets and finally come to a stop in the center of a red giant star.

"Ouch."

I shift into a plasma-like form to survive the extreme heat, the drift slowly and painfully towards the surface of the star.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I finnaly stagger onto the battlefield..

"Sorry I'm late guys, I had a bit of an emergency...cough...but I'm here now."

[Philote]

I materialize my soul sphere around me to survive the blasts from the four golems. I telepathically contact Golet and have her split off the planet from the infected area so that it doesn't continue to explode.

I summon a door from Haven so as to have a quicker path back from where I was flung by the blast. I contact my lieutenants and have them meet me to plan our defense and leave the Core Guardian as a sentry.