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The atomic fires burning through Megatron’s chassis were observed with a sadistic pleasure by Ridley. He held no attachment to his former title as unmade general, nor had he felt any particular malice for the Decepticon - as a matter of fact, he looked forward to seeing if this wretched, deathless universe spat out a potent ally against the unmaking in a few months, calling for Darkseid’s head himself.
There was simply something satisfying, defeating a commander crowing of his own power and authority, by using his own machines to do it. Darkseid had given him power, and Megatron’s own loyal subject had sacrificed everything to create an opportunity.
Still, their numbers ran low. Phantoon and Ridley saw Slattern’s rampage, and though the beast was covered from head to toe in wounds, the creature still ran through kaiju and troops alike with the energy of a fanatical monster, a beast possessed by the rage only the unmaking could provide.
They could likely crush the beast through attrition, over the next few hours, and As Ridley and Phantoon observed the beast, the thought came over both of them to leave the rest of the heavy lifting to the others. They’d accomplished their goal.
The Ridley that had initially entered this competition would have allowed it.
But for all this war had taught the Drake about utilizing his pieces well, and acting as a commander, it had reminded him of something he had known all along.
His warriors respected strength, craved intimidation, and coveted their commander’s divine presence on the battlefield. And while they may all grow to fear him as he spread his wings in the coming dawn, for now, as the unmaking rolled in, they were all his soldiers, and he their king - even those who knew it not.
“Phantoon-” RIdley’s tones cut through, before being cut off with a mirthful laugh.
“I know, Ridley. Do it. Cut them down.”
The eldritch entity lacked Ridley’s ambition, yet it had been insulted, twisted, wounded in the course of this battle. Darkseid had treated it as a nuisance, had invaded it’s territory. Not all of it’s time through the ages had ever robbed it of the vital emotion of spite.
“Then lend me your power!” the god of death howled, as Phantoon rumbled into action, charging directly for Slattern’s newly-made blindside.
A claw strike raked the creature’s blind side, as Fire rippled across Slattern’s body. The Leviathan turned to whip the pair with it’s massive tail, but the strike simply passed through Phantoon’s body as it let out a primal roar. Reptilian quickness complimented it’s abnormal power as Ridley helped drive Phantoon’s response time, and the pair danced around Slattern with laughable ease, Phantoon’s Astral claws cutting into the abomination’s flanks as the duo fell into a sync.
Phantoon was one of the ancient beings of the universe, malevolence made manifest, and had manifested itself with a god who’s fangs had been sharpened on battlefields across the universe - between the two, Slattern may as well have been standing still!
Slattern howled as he turned to face them in a blind charge - Phantoon’s eye blasted ring after ring of fire, the barrages raking across the Kaiju’s face and leaving it practically unrecognizably melted, yet it seemed not to notice. Phantoon readied to phase out of existence again, easily avoiding the Unmade Leviathan’s attack - or, tried to. Something akin to a nauseous break wracked through their body, as Phantoon cried out in pain.
“what?!” Phantoon cried out, a mixture of fear and outrage.
Ridley noticed the problem first. Phantoon was not used to injury, yet even now, wisps of energy flowed freely from the wound Megatron had marked them with before. This was no minor wound, though Phantoon had shrugged it off.
Wordless communication flowed through them, understanding met, frustration found. They could not escape a collision with Slattern - not by guile. It was a wonder Phantoon could hold himself in the material dimension at all right now.
“Phantoon.” Ridley gruffly barked.
“Ridley.”
There was a relaxation, a gradual lowering of a barrier that had been held long. A barrier of rage and paranoia that held the pain and desperation that clung so closely to Ridley’s heart. Moreover, it had been kept as a snap-defense - one aimed not against Darkseid, but for the power-hungry parasite.
“My energy, Parasite. Use it well.”
Phantoon’s own glowing pleasure - and anticipation - was tempered by the very real threat of Slattern’s jaw opening and threatening to swallow them whole.
“A joy to feel it operate under my whims… very well. Shall we enlighten Darkseid?”
“Enlighten?”
“that he has crossed Gods.” Phantoon spoke, audible enough for the entire island to hear the proclamation.
Dark purple energy snaked around Phantoon’s form, wrapping the Beast in a smog of raw power. One that grew nearly as large as slattern itself, as Claws took form, grabbing the Beast’s face and pushing it back with a primal screech.
The Draconic simulacra was certainly far more ethereal, cloudy, and indistinct than the real Ridley - but the fire that burned in it’s maw was no less potent as the Beast opened it’s jaws and unleashed a torrent of plasma, the screaming Slattern left baked as the flames seeped into the already supple flesh. Where dragonfire had already burned, The Space Pirate duo’s Barrage melted, and for the first time since the confrontation began, Phantoon and Ridley saw Slattern visibly shrink.
The phantom form of Ridley shrank, vanishing almost as soon as it began, but the Damage to Slattern’s form was easily seen as it struggled just to float in place.
RIdley would have had a taunt, an angered shriek, or a primal howl of victory to reply with, but as the now-withered pirate struggled to keep his consciousness open, he contented himself with the thinnest of smiles.
Phantoon’s dark laughter, however, echoed in the minds of anyone misfortunate enough to be near the empowered Kaiju.
There was simply something satisfying, defeating a commander crowing of his own power and authority, by using his own machines to do it. Darkseid had given him power, and Megatron’s own loyal subject had sacrificed everything to create an opportunity.
Still, their numbers ran low. Phantoon and Ridley saw Slattern’s rampage, and though the beast was covered from head to toe in wounds, the creature still ran through kaiju and troops alike with the energy of a fanatical monster, a beast possessed by the rage only the unmaking could provide.
They could likely crush the beast through attrition, over the next few hours, and As Ridley and Phantoon observed the beast, the thought came over both of them to leave the rest of the heavy lifting to the others. They’d accomplished their goal.
The Ridley that had initially entered this competition would have allowed it.
But for all this war had taught the Drake about utilizing his pieces well, and acting as a commander, it had reminded him of something he had known all along.
His warriors respected strength, craved intimidation, and coveted their commander’s divine presence on the battlefield. And while they may all grow to fear him as he spread his wings in the coming dawn, for now, as the unmaking rolled in, they were all his soldiers, and he their king - even those who knew it not.
“Phantoon-” RIdley’s tones cut through, before being cut off with a mirthful laugh.
“I know, Ridley. Do it. Cut them down.”
The eldritch entity lacked Ridley’s ambition, yet it had been insulted, twisted, wounded in the course of this battle. Darkseid had treated it as a nuisance, had invaded it’s territory. Not all of it’s time through the ages had ever robbed it of the vital emotion of spite.
“Then lend me your power!” the god of death howled, as Phantoon rumbled into action, charging directly for Slattern’s newly-made blindside.
A claw strike raked the creature’s blind side, as Fire rippled across Slattern’s body. The Leviathan turned to whip the pair with it’s massive tail, but the strike simply passed through Phantoon’s body as it let out a primal roar. Reptilian quickness complimented it’s abnormal power as Ridley helped drive Phantoon’s response time, and the pair danced around Slattern with laughable ease, Phantoon’s Astral claws cutting into the abomination’s flanks as the duo fell into a sync.
Phantoon was one of the ancient beings of the universe, malevolence made manifest, and had manifested itself with a god who’s fangs had been sharpened on battlefields across the universe - between the two, Slattern may as well have been standing still!
Slattern howled as he turned to face them in a blind charge - Phantoon’s eye blasted ring after ring of fire, the barrages raking across the Kaiju’s face and leaving it practically unrecognizably melted, yet it seemed not to notice. Phantoon readied to phase out of existence again, easily avoiding the Unmade Leviathan’s attack - or, tried to. Something akin to a nauseous break wracked through their body, as Phantoon cried out in pain.
“what?!” Phantoon cried out, a mixture of fear and outrage.
Ridley noticed the problem first. Phantoon was not used to injury, yet even now, wisps of energy flowed freely from the wound Megatron had marked them with before. This was no minor wound, though Phantoon had shrugged it off.
Wordless communication flowed through them, understanding met, frustration found. They could not escape a collision with Slattern - not by guile. It was a wonder Phantoon could hold himself in the material dimension at all right now.
“Phantoon.” Ridley gruffly barked.
“Ridley.”
There was a relaxation, a gradual lowering of a barrier that had been held long. A barrier of rage and paranoia that held the pain and desperation that clung so closely to Ridley’s heart. Moreover, it had been kept as a snap-defense - one aimed not against Darkseid, but for the power-hungry parasite.
“My energy, Parasite. Use it well.”
Phantoon’s own glowing pleasure - and anticipation - was tempered by the very real threat of Slattern’s jaw opening and threatening to swallow them whole.
“A joy to feel it operate under my whims… very well. Shall we enlighten Darkseid?”
“Enlighten?”
“that he has crossed Gods.” Phantoon spoke, audible enough for the entire island to hear the proclamation.
Dark purple energy snaked around Phantoon’s form, wrapping the Beast in a smog of raw power. One that grew nearly as large as slattern itself, as Claws took form, grabbing the Beast’s face and pushing it back with a primal screech.
The Draconic simulacra was certainly far more ethereal, cloudy, and indistinct than the real Ridley - but the fire that burned in it’s maw was no less potent as the Beast opened it’s jaws and unleashed a torrent of plasma, the screaming Slattern left baked as the flames seeped into the already supple flesh. Where dragonfire had already burned, The Space Pirate duo’s Barrage melted, and for the first time since the confrontation began, Phantoon and Ridley saw Slattern visibly shrink.
The phantom form of Ridley shrank, vanishing almost as soon as it began, but the Damage to Slattern’s form was easily seen as it struggled just to float in place.
RIdley would have had a taunt, an angered shriek, or a primal howl of victory to reply with, but as the now-withered pirate struggled to keep his consciousness open, he contented himself with the thinnest of smiles.
Phantoon’s dark laughter, however, echoed in the minds of anyone misfortunate enough to be near the empowered Kaiju.
1005 words.
Used 1 focus For Phantoon to suck Ridley’s stamina dry through a silly straw and make a temporary giant energy dragon to beat up Slattern.
GG everyone!
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