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Kayleigh Eudora

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Don’t….trust me.’’ The words echoed through Kayleigh’s head as she felt the metal fingers release their hold on her throat. The air was no longer cut off. The woman wheezed taking a deep breath. With her trachea forcefully closed breathing became a much more difficult task. Fear struck her heart, seeing her companion in a new light right after exposing herself through a moment of weakness. Eudora’s body demanded a moment to recollect itself, allowing her mind to comprehend what the hell just happened. With Gildarts’ hand removed, the inferno warrior regained her senses. Whether it was her impulsive action of passion being rejected or the mage’s hostile move against her, was uncertain, alas, she quickly fell into old habits.

Eudora’s eyes were consumed by flames of the deep, hell has no wrath like a woman’s scorn, as she was about to demonstrate. Her right hand reached with vigor for Gildarts’ crown jewels. A firm grasp tightened around the most sensitive part of the male’s anatomy. “Open ears and heed words or see your cock turn to ash!" Kayleigh hissed with anger.

Caught by surprise the destruction mage did not dare move. Not only could she immobilize him right here and now, she also had the ability to follow up on her threat. Gildarts gulped and nodded he understood her message clearly. "Take one more hostile action against me and I'll see to it you will never piss like a man again." Her voice was threatening in the most demonic way imaginable, "Do not mistake my action for anything but a moment of weakness. Hold senses together until after contest, then you are free to lose mind." Eudora's grip tightened and the mage's one good knee twitched struggling not to buckle. "Are we in agreement?"

Gildarts dit but nod once. The maiden released her grasp yet her face was still painted with colours of anger, confusion and disappointment. The teary red border around her emerald eyes betrayed her true feelings, visible for all to see. Eudora turned her back to her companion and gathered her things as quickly as she could.

Gildarts simply stood there, he as well had to make sense of it all. He took a step towards his struggling partner ,"Look i-.."

Kayleigh had no intention of letting him finish " We need to move” She spoke cold,”Save words for those willing to listen." Even though she was curious what Gildarts would have to say after his actions, it was safer for her to let it go. Awkward silence was their third companion for this part of the trip, but both contestants knew they needed each other now more than before.
 

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Hours of fruitless searching later, the sun was setting on the battle-ravaged island and the two girls were forced to admit that their quarry had managed to get away from them. Unresolved anger and frustration made their journey to a suitable campsite a quiet one, the older woman doing her best to support an increasingly unstable Toga. In the end, they settled on spending the night under the slight overhang of a cliff face, giving them a bit of protection from any adverse weather and a clear view of any approaching dangers.


As Ellie gently helped Toga settle down against the stoney wall, the teenager's breath came in short, shallow gasps. In the dying evening light, she could see the mangled mess that was once her hand. The bleeding had stopped, thanks to Ellie's ingenuity, but the flesh was blue and cold and the pain had dulled in intensity. Her mind struggled to clear away the fog slowing it down, and some part of her, deep down, knew what was happening. Toga Himiko was dying.


Long ago, shortly after she had murdered her family, she'd met a boy named Alex. Such a sweet guy, really. Always had a smile for everyone. But, she was still figuring things out back then. She remembered watching the light fade from his eyes and wondering why he had died so quickly, even though he wasn't really all that hurt yet. Apparently, it was shock. His body had just… given up.


And, so to was Toga's at the moment. The loss of her hand, so much blood… it had been too much. And now that the adrenaline from all that anger had been spent, her body was shutting down. Some part of her felt at peace with this, but a small voice from deep within her cried out to live.


"Sla…"


Cold lips struggled to form words a clouded mind couldn't quite piece together. Miraculously, Ellie heard the girl, and moved closer to listen to what she had to say.


"Sla-...ap… me…."


A look of surprise crossed the older woman's face and she gasped. "N-no! You're already so hurt!"


Anger rising, Toga growled and tried to focus her eyes on Ellie's face.


"D-do it… you coward… slap me…"


Gritting her teeth, and taking a breath to settle her nerves, Ellie struck her partner.


"P-pathetic…" Toga murmured, just the barest hint of red showing on her cheek.


"Is that the b-best you got?! Hurt me!"


The next blow nearly took off Toga's head, and she spit blood and a piece of tooth into the grass beside her. But, it had kick-started her adrenaline, and the girl felt the clouds leaving her mind. With a bloody smile, she sat back up and leaned forward to hug Ellie Vaughn.


"That's more like it. Thanks, Ellie Bean!"


Rising to her feet, Toga motioned for Ellie to take her place at the wall. When the older woman protested, Toga explained, "If I go to sleep, I'm gonna die. Get some rest. We have to make a play for that package. I ain't gonna make it much longer if we don't do something big."
 

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The fire of emotion between the two were evenly matched. In the silence, it kindled.

He’d threatened her. Pressures had seeped into the fractures of his mind. Those were but simple excuses for the truth he’d had to swallow. He had meant it. He just hadn’t meant to be cruel.

He’d realized he was on Karl’s doom island before another vivid hallucination pulled him away from their early morning hike. For the smallest moment amid their walk, he’d seen his skin flatten out and begin to peel off his body. Gil fought the image, pushing away fiction for the tough reality he faced in front of him. He was stronger than the things that had made him blind.

The woman was angry with him. He didn’t know how long he’d been on this island with her. He didn’t even know her name.

He felt daggers of shame stagger his beating heart. Still, the soft pangs of guilt only managed to keep at bay the curtain of anger he felt rippling in the island breeze. Gildarts, the wizard of destruction was a man of action. Honestly, he really wanted to just punch a tree and watch it crumble. Enjoy the brief satisfaction of disemboweling wood. Yet, in the eyes of the unknown woman, he doubted it would bode well in her current view of him.

“You know, I’m an old man. I’m getting a bit tired. Do you mind if we pause?” The man asked, hoping to get her to physically stop trudging through the forest with angry vigor in every step. One-legged and depending on his crutch, he’d found it difficult to keep up. The pace she was keeping couldn't have been good for her gut either.

Must we?” She spun around. Her dark eyes fell on him like an open maw laden with jagged teeth.

The aged mage had already tossed his crutch aside and seated himself on a log. He opened up his tote, the fruits of insanity were still in there. He frowned, quelling his anger, he hucked them into the woods. The bitterness he felt as he held each in his hand, released with every toss. He had never thought in his wildest dreams that the juice of the fruit that had saved him from a death of dehydration would’ve caused so many other problems. It was almost funny in hindsight. Almost.

Still, the psychoactive fruit had led him here. Gil tilted a lingering eye into the sky above. Karl Jak was watching, as he had before. As he would eternally do. Karl had to have been some sort of evil god, he was everywhere and somehow following the once-prime, the realization weighed on the veteran’s shoulders.

Gildarts offered the nameless woman a water bottle. She scoffed at it and pulled out her own. The man felt a small flutter in his chest. It seemed he would always be on the wrong side of a woman’s sword. He, ever a lover of women, knew that the fact that she’d reacted at all certainly meant that it was worth something to her. Which made him want to absolve her pain even more. Redemption was a just few good gestures away.

“Your actions serve me justice. But you won’t get peace from them.” Gil reflected as he downed two bottles.

Kayleigh felt herself sigh at the man. She felt like telling him to shove it. She wanted to make him shove it with her bare hands. Who did this guy think he was? Why did she feel this way? Why had he dared threaten her? She wasn’t a monster… Not in the way he had turned on her.

Before she could reply with the sassiest, most crude thing on her mind and give him a real example of her cock stealing abilities, Gildarts extended to her a silver pouch. She caught herself pausing to look at it for a moment. Then she slapped it from his hand and into the mud-slathered earth.

“Guess you’re not hungry.” Gildarts said suppressing an embarrassed smile, in the way a forgiving father would.

“Not for that gruel. I shall catch my own.” Kayleigh twisted her head around and her narrowed gaze was followed by a splash of hair.

“I should not have let anger get the best of me.” Gildarts offered, her back was turned to him. She now stood poised to walk away.

“You think?” The brunette huffed.

“I hadn’t seen your face before and I did not know your intent. Nor, do you know mine. In my current state, I’m volatile. Holding everything in. I fear for when I explode.” Gildarts confessed with a genuine tone. “I was already like this before my uh, previous state.”

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. I am here to win. I was never here for you.” Kayleigh stated, strong within her sooth.

“That may be so. But I distinctly recall finding… A friend in your face.” Even if it was the face of another, Gil added to himself.

“Ha. Save your air.” Yet, she hadn’t walked away. “You were mistaken.”

Gildarts shambled into a wobbly stance. He heard his stomach grumble at the thought of the MRE laying in the mud. He reminded himself that this moment mattered more. “I meant it. And still do.”

The plush doll sat still on his shoulder, Gildarts heard it snicker. “You’re pathetic.”

Gildarts turned to look at the doll. The expression it had once worn was contorted. Gil felt his eyes narrow and he knew something wasn’t right. Kayleigh however, was turning toward him, so the man pulled his attention away and washed his face of suspicion.

The inferno warrior looked at him long and hard. “I told you, we’ve reached a compromise. I know not what more you want.”

“I want to earn your forgiveness. Grant it only if you are ready. You’re not my enemy. I shouldn’t have treated you as such. I had thought you intentionally meant to harm me. I was mistaken.” Gildarts gently held her eyes with his.

Kayleigh raised her eyebrows. “I had entirely meant to bring you harm when I grabbed you. And I’ll do it again.”

There was… Conclusion in her voice. The tone was that of one willing to try again. Gildarts would prove himself worthy of her trust. If only… He could get this itch out of his head. He felt its dull ache. The creeping of anger. The snicker of the plush toy that certainly couldn’t possibly be whispering in his ear.

“You’ll fail. Just like you did with your past. The same way you seem to let down everyone that you care about.”

Gildarts would not bow to the instigation. It was all inside his mind. He kept his eyes stern on her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He took a hobbled step and extended his flesh hand. “I’m Gildarts Clive.”

Kayleigh smirked and slapped a burning palm right into his, holding her eyes steadfast into his. “Kayleigh.”

She savored the rightful burn of his skin. The shock in his eyes. The price of forgiveness.

“Kayleigh Eudora.”
 

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#03 Mickey Mouse & #05 Gilgamesh vs #13 Yuuka & #20 Doomguy vs #24 Kayleigh & #17 Gildarts vs #01 Artpool & #21 Frieza
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A marine lives a cold life.

It isn’t a happy life—no, it’s a life of service. It’s a life that often requires you to do things you never thought yourself capable of before you donned the uniform and picked up a rifle.

Or, at least, most marines were like that.

The soldier who had become the Doom Slayer was many things, but none of them was soft, sappy, or sentimental. Shit, he had just watched a woman in her middling years eat someone he himself had just horribly murdered. Stuff like this would drive a lesser man insane, let alone the horrors of Hell that Doomguy had personally torn to pieces.

So, when the marine heard the paired singing drifting beautiful up from the lake that rest at the base of Infinity Falls, he felt a scowl deepen on his face. “Singing.”

“What else would it be?” Yuuka asked without realizing the remark hadn’t been a question. “Those voices sound kind of familiar.”

“They sound like the voices of idiots,” the marine replied as he swung out the heavy sword. Over the last few days, he’d become something close to a natural with the oversized blade. Well, he was a SOLDIER, after all.

Stalking through the darkness, Doomguy came upon the camp of Mickey Mouse and Gilgamesh. The marine felt a hand on his shoulder, but he continued forward—sword held high. He had almost managed to behead the rodent when the pair suddenly stopped and twisted their necks back toward him. A variety of emotions crossed Mickey’s face all at once as he quickly processed his last run-in with the marine. Meanwhile, Gilgamesh merely grinned as he scooped up a burning stick and threw it in the man’s face.

Doomguy recoiled from the sting of the flames, and a moment later, he was crashing backwards into the trees. The mouse was on his chest, and from the look in his eyes and the fact that he was opening his mouth to speak, it seemed like he wanted to talk.

The marine punched the child-sized rodent square in the jaw. Mickey tumbled to the ground with an audible ‘oof’ before he righted himself and reached out for the freeze ray. The weapon jiggled a few times before leaping into the hands of the diminutive king.

“You’re not very n-ice,” Mickey whispered as he pulled back on the trigger. Even worn down with injuries, the marine surged out of the way.

Meanwhile, the small clearing near the base of Infinity Falls was home to Gilgamesh and an older woman with green hair.

“You’re one of the Pepsi people,” Gilgamesh muttered as he clenched and unclenched his hands around the handle of the flamethrower. “You’re not an evil clone like the one from the mountaintop, are you?”

Yuuka tilted her head. “Excuse me?” She asked as she tapped the Proto Buster on her thigh. Even in the fading light of his campfire, Gilgamesh was able to spot the weapon, and a scowl immediately spread across his visage. Mickey was one thing. He was flesh and blood with genuine human emotions and feelings. That machine had been little more than a mockery of sapience.

“Did you kill the robot that was attached to?”

The youkai once more found herself on the end of confusing and nonsensical questions. “No. The guy with the hockey mask.”

“Good,” Gilgamesh replied as he hoisted the flamethrower. “May the past stay dead,” he added as he pulled the trigger and illuminated the campsite in the light of a fresh, roaring fire. The flames dragged low to the ground, the woman cleared them with a light hop that brought her to within a few feet of the king.

“Do you know how frustrating it is that the fights here just never seen have a satisfying end? Someone always teleporting away or running away.” At a distance, she had seemed like an almost unimposing woman with an unnatural hair color. But from here, Gilgamesh saw something unnerving in that gaze, something almost predatory. Without the shadows of the trees, he could see the thinly maintained veil of her features and how it just barely concealed manic intentions.

“It’s the long campaign,” the monarch shot back as the woman casually started to walk toward him. What was the game she was playing?

“No more running around the island.”

With that, the woman lunged forward and closed her jaw around Gilgamesh’s neck.

***​

Back in the trees, Mickey dipped under a wide swing as the nearest tree absorbed the impact and simply ceased to connect with the ground. The tall wooden plant began a fast descent to the ground as the mouse scampered into relatively safety and fired the freeze ray. Doomguy grunted as the blast of icy energy clipped his shoulder and spun him around. The sensation immediately started to dull in the region of the ray’s impact, but it was nothing that would stop the marine as he shifted the sword into his one good hand and stalked his foe.

“Y’know, Pal, I wasn’t me when we fought the last time,” Mickey spoke softly as he tried to tag the marine with the freeze ray. Doomguy, still barely able to use one of his arms, fell behind the temporary cover of a tree. “I’m sorry for the whole tryin’ to eat’cha with the evil space goop thing.”

“I’m not,” the marine replied as he tried to punch some sensation into his numbed shoulder. “Only thing better than an alien mouse is a dead alien mouse,” he added as he rolled out from behind the tree and lunged at Mickey’s position. The Masamune twisted as the marine tried to use the size of the blade to absorb or deflect the freezing burst. Flakes of frozen energy seeped through and seared into his exposed body, but the Doomguy pushed forward until he was close enough that Mickey had to rethink his position.

The mouse tried to use the jetpack to escape, but the marine got the drop on him. The sword fell away as one hand redirected the barrel of the freeze ray and the other closed around the controls for the back-mounted jump jets. With a scowl, the marine crushed the controls, and the jetpack reacted by promptly firing straight up and out of the forest.

***​

A knee crashed into Yuuka’s gut as she gnashed her teeth into the man’s throat. When that failed to dislodge her, the panicked monarch jabbed her in the side with the flamethrower and pulled the trigger. The youkai’s grip slackened enough to allow the king to drive the weapon’s barrel up into her gut. It wasn’t until he landed a third blow that he had the space to withdraw and steady his breathing. Even so, he made certain to leave a last gift as he swung the nozzle at Yuuka’s face, tearing open her cheek.

Stumbling away from the woman, Gilgamesh lifted a hand and tenderly touched it against his neck and shoulder. As he did, he felt nothing but torn flesh, shredded muscle, and far too much blood. Looking to Yuuka, the monarch’s stomach lurched slightly when he saw that the wound on her face seemed to be… sprouting? Blood trickled down her chin, but as it did, it seemed to birth little flowers. The sight of such pretty flowers just inches from his blood and bits of his skin was enough to make Gilgamesh second-guess many things. That mouse hadn’t told him that the Pepsi lady with the kazoo name was a fucking lunatic.

“You … mon—”

The youkai, lips and chin still painted red with the king’s blood, pumped a blast of energy into his gut. As Gilgamesh toppled to the ground and proceeded to scramble for cover, a wild-eyed Yuuka lipped the blood from her lips as she stalked forward toward the retreating king.

Eyes wide with panic, Gilgamesh dove as the ground exploded behind him. Some part of him wanted to find the mouse and fight in tandem, but he was, despite his camaraderie with Mickey, still a proud man. The words he had spoken to the mouse before their first departure were still true. A king should always stand and fight, even if it means dying (or worse – Gilgamesh had done the worse before). With the jetpack left to the mouse, he would have to do this on the ground, and he quickly set his sights on the trees. Rushing for cover, he managed to avoid the woman’s wrath as bolts of energy uprooted chunks of earth left in his wake.

Another roll took Gilgamesh behind a tall tree, and even though the buster had stopped firing, he could hear very little over the droning roar of Infinity Falls in the distance. Even so, he knew that hunkering down for too long would be just as terrible as trying to bull rush the woman in the open, so the King of Heroes moved deeper into the North Native Forest. The tell-tale whirr of the mechanical sidearm and the burst of dying trees as they split apart told him he wouldn’t be alone on this journey for long. Unaware of his ally being sent on a joyride but lucky enough to have been moving in the opposition direction of that tussle, Gilgamesh pressed his way up until the trees once again gave out. Ahead of him, a sheer cliff face stretched up, and to his far left, he could hear the falls even though he couldn’t see them in the dark.

A blast of energy clipped him in the side.

As he fell, he managed to turn and pull back hard on the flamethrower’s firing mechanism. He caught sight of the woman’s vile eyes and bloody teeth before everything vanished in the warm glow of the incendiary gun’s wrath.

“I am a multiverse away, and that machine still blights me,” Gilgamesh grumbled as he gingerly pressed a hand against the wound on his hip. For a fleeting moment, it took his mind off the fact that he was still missing a piece of his neck and shoulder. The blow must have glanced off his body, because there didn’t seem to be terrible burning around the impact site.

A pellet-shaped burst of plasma suddenly came whirring from the growing blaze.

Unlike the last shot, this one landed right square on Gilgamesh’s left ear. His vision instantly blurred as his hearing fell away into a horrible droning sound, Gilgamesh let out a scream that he himself couldn’t hear. Writhing in agony, some part of his reptile brain willed him to move as he scrambled away from the edge of the treeline and into the cold embrace of the cliff.

Ahead of him, he saw the humanoid shape as it shambled out of the forest fire.

Flames danced and writhed across the youkai’s body. The napalm like nature of the flamethrower’s fuel made it cling to surfaces, and it did so with Yuuka. Yet, the woman seemed almost unperturbed even as one of her arms sloughed off her body. Lifting the gun, Yuuka fired again—his time striking the king in the shoulder and causing him to crash hard into the rock.

Screaming in pain and still struggling to see or hear, Gilgamesh fired the flamethrower. Through his blurred eyes, he saw the dark shape of Yuuka amid the flames.

He saw her collapse to her knees as the flames took here.

…and then he saw her once again pushing up off the ground.

The king blinked as his vision started to come back into focus. He saw what seemed to almost be a faint smile across what remained of the woman’s facial features.

Yuuka lifted the Proto Buster once more to take aim.

Gilgamesh fired. And this time, he didn’t lay off the trigger until the flames had spread close enough to singe his eyebrows. Once he was certain that the woman wasn’t going to come crawling out of the inferno, the king took off back to where their camp had been.

***​

“Are you okay?” Gilgamesh asked as he helped to pry away the dented, destroyed jetpack from the back of his rival-turned companion.

“I think so,” Mickey grumbled as he rubbed his little mouse shoulders and scanned the area for any other signs of the Doomguy. “That angry man with the sword is still out here. You remember him, right?”

“He shot that alien princess in the face with a plasma gun a few years back.”

“He shot me with a plasma gun a few years back!” Mickey added as the gilded monarch helped him to his feet. “What the heck happened to you? Did you fight a doggie?”

“No, something worse,” Gilgamesh muttered before changing the subject. “We should try to reach that cave up there.” He pointed up at where Infinity Falls emerged from the mountain.

“That’s pretty high up, Pal.”

“Yea, but we might be able to see where Karl drops his latest bauble.”

Mickey, still wincing from the unplanned flight and equally terrible crash landing, simply nodded as the two headed toward the lake that rested at the base of the waterfall. In his head, Gilgamesh wanted to comment that this would all be much easier with a jetpack, but given the fact that he had kept the identity of the woman to himself, he kept quiet. There was no use creating tension between the two of them when they were so closed to the end game.

By the time the once-unlikely twosome had made it to the lake, the reality that they wouldn’t be alone had already long-since settled into their heads. With Gilgamesh’s hearing not up to par, they had to lean upon Mickey, who could hear the voices long before they arrived on the scene.

“Sounds familiar,” the mouse whispered as he tugged at Gilgamesh’s thigh, prompting the other king to drop to a knee. “Maybe we can play this one off diplomatically?”

Gilgamesh suppressed a chuckle. “Something tells me that a diplomatic victory isn’t in this game’s cards.”

***​

Gildarts and Kayleigh arrived at Infinity Lake just a few moments after the two kings. Over the last few hours, the working relationship between the woman the mage had grown increasingly strained. Something other than psychoactive plants seemed to be playing games with his mind, and at more than a few intersections, violence had almost broken out between the two. With any luck, a scrap for another prize would allow the man to focus his maddening and uneven thoughts and wrest some clarity for his beleaguered brain.

She hoped, at least. Given the situation, hope was one of the few things left.

***​

The marine cradled the weapon in his arms. It still smelled faintly of burnt flowers. The burnt glade of trees that served as the youkai’s final resting place had been missing her killer, who must have fled while the fires were raging their strongest. Doomguy had found the pristine, seemingly flame retarded weapon still attached to the smoldering woman’s arm. He had wrenched it apart and been nearly digusted with himself when he charred remains literally tore apart.

Yet, even so, the wounds began to blossom with small flowers, and for the shortest of moments, the Doom Slayer felt something like serenity.

And then that shit was gone and replaced by the need to destroy everyone who stood in his path.

It wasn’t a BFG, but it was something close enough. His hand fit smoothly into one end of the weapon, and while he didn’t quite enjoy the idea of having half his forearm encased in a handheld plasma generator, he knew he had few other options in lieu of his gun or something more familiar just dropping out of the sky.

He slipped on the weapon and watched the barrel hum to life automatically. No, not a BFG, but it was still a somewhat intelligent piece of tech—it almost seemed to react to his thoughts, rather than any sort of handheld controls.

Down below, the two pairs of people had yet to cross paths, but the Doom Slayer had a clear view on both ends of the lake. From the cavern up by the top of Infinity Falls, he could see very well now that the clouds had begun to drift away, allowing moonlight to bath the region in its glow.

“A lovely night,” Kayleigh whispered as she glanced down at her ungloved hands. Her fingers glowed gently as she kept the full brunt of her curse at bay. Others would come, and she would unleash hellfire and brimstone upon anyone who sought to rise against her.

“Is that Gildarts?” A squeaky voice was followed by a small child approaching their position. “Gildy Boy?”

No, not a child.

A mouse… one with almost cartoonish proportions and a missing hand, but it was a mouse nevertheless.

“Stop,” Kayleigh declared as she stepped forward and lifted a palm. Embers and tiny flickers of fire started to dance along her fingers as she stared daggers through the rodent. “Leave this place. Final warning.”

Mickey Mouse frowned as he looked pass the hotheaded woman to the towering battle mage who stood behind her. “Don’t you remember me, Gildarts? It’s me, Mickey Mouse! We’ve met before.”

Gildarts took a few steps forward, and Mickey—concussed and everything—was able to clearly spot that something wasn’t all right with the man. His pupils seemed too big and his whole body seemed tensed. At one moment, his face was twisted up in an almost pained scowl of rage, and the next, it almost seemed vacant. Even worse, he seemed to be relying on a walking stick. Was he sick? An infected injury?

A heavy hand settled on Mickey’s shoulder as Gildarts stepped in front of the mouse and lifted the flamethrower. “Neither the mouse or I want to be forced to do anything, but you’re going to put us in a position to—”

Two lancing streams of fire howled through the night sky as Kayleigh launched the opening salvo.

Gilgamesh returned fire as the mouse and he backpedaled. Neither of the two kings saw the tiny little ball as it smacked into the ground and split open, although had Mickey seen it, he would have remembered the devices from his time on and around ‘Cinnabon’ Island.

The Pokeball cracked open as a giant, cartoon butterfly materialized in a flash of light. The lightshow was enough to put a temporary pause on the prospective firefight, as all parties found themselves staring at the bug and its sparkling wings.

“The colors…” Gildarts muttered as the Butterfree flittered around its ‘master.’

“It’s so cute!” Mickey declared just as the Butterfree turned its head and narrowed its big red eyes at Mickey Mouse. “Oh no,” he whispered as he started to back away from the suddenly angry-looking Butterfly Pokemon.

“You might want to run,” Gilgamesh whispered as he started to step away from the mouse’s side. “You might want to run quickly.”

As the Butterfree gave chase to Mickey, the once-king of Nippur returned his focus to Kayleigh and Gildarts. “I like these odds,” he sneered before a lancing burst of energy nearly decapitated Gildarts. Instead, the towering mage vanished through a tree as the beleaguered form of Doomguy dropped down from the cavern. The marine turned and stared daggers straight into the soul of the king.

“Just wait your fucking turn,” he growled before firing at Kayleigh, who was more than happy to get the show on the road.

***

“Situation is out of hand,” Gilgamesh muttered beneath his breath as he put some distance between himself and the firefight between the marine and the woman. The king turned just in time to see that a grinning Gildarts has quickly regained his senses.

The mage rushed in and swept Gilgamesh off his feet. The gilded king winced painfully as he collapsed down on top of the flamethrower’s seemingly limitless fuel tank. Fortunately for him, he had little time to ponder if the device was still structurally sound, as a metallic fist came crashing down in an attempt to rendezvous with his already mangled face. Rolling sideways, Gilgamesh clenched his teeth as the hands of his foe closed around the fuel tank. For all his seeming madness, there seemed to be a homicidal clarity in the mage.

“Get. Off.” Gilgamesh kicked at Gildarts’ damaged leg, and the king’s assailant groaned as the damaged limb buckled. Breathing deeply, the once-king of Nippur squeezed his eyes closed as he tried to get a handle on his heartrate. A part of his brain once again moved to the capsule, but he bottled those thoughts. This was his war to win. But before the monarch could hoist his weapon, he felt the ground start to rumble beneath him. The earth itself seemed to be turning to liquid and trying to swallow him. A cursory glance was all Gilgamesh needed to see that the mage’s pain had been fleeting at best.

“Damnable sorcery!” The king seethed as he scrambled to his feet and swung the barrel of the flamethrower into Gildarts’ head. For the moment, Gilgamesh didn’t want to have to murder any more of the mouse’s damned friends. Then again, who has a thousand pals? You’re just setting yourself up to be fucking sad. Gildarts groaned as he stirred once more. “I said stay down!” With one more skull-shuddering blow, the battlemage fell still, and the King of Pals was free to set his sights elsewhere.

***​

Toga and Ellie found themselves on the perimeter of yet another massive fracas between the island’s temporary inhabitants. Armed with the machete, the younger of the two ladies smiled as she watched all the pretty lasers and bursts of fire light up the night sky.

“Those are some of the people we fought with earlier… on that mountain,” Ellie whispered.

“Yea,” Toga replied as she stared at the woman with the burning hands. Her eyes caught something twinkling in the sky high above the falls. Glancing up, Toga saw just the quickest glimpse of the helicopter before it dropped its cargo. The tiny package dropped like a stone and landed on the far shore of the lake. It was half-buried in the sand, but she had a clear look at it… she only needed to keep up all the distractions to reach whatever the hell Karl’s final prize could be.

“I see the thingie… and I have an idea,” Toga offered as a devious sneer crossed her youthful features.

“Oh?” Ellie asked with a clear hint of confusion and mild shock in her tone.

“Just create more chaos for me.”

***​

Mickey yelped as he dodged to avoid the plasma blast. A moment later, he was scrambling on his hands and feet to avoid Kayleigh’s flames as they once more bathed the shoreline. Freeze Ray tucked closed to his chest; the mouse winced as he flexed his handless arm. The limb, after nearly half a day of being strapped into the ray gun’s handle, was starting to go numb. Struggling to remain conscious with his brain more like soup than organ, Mickey lifted his head and found himself staring at Butterfree.

“Oh, darn it.”

The psywave crashed into the rodent’s already impaired brains, and although he tried to resist, the world quickly seemed to wash away. In its place, he found himself stumbling and lurching through the underbrush. The world has lost nearly all of its color, and for some reason, everything seemed flat…

“I… I think something happened,” as Mickey spoke, he noticed that the words were appearing in a big white cloud above his head. “G-golly, I don’t like this. That’s not a nice butterfly.” The little hero made it to his feet and managed a few more paces before he tripped and smacked his head. He lost his vision for a few seconds, but when it returned, the world as it should have been, aside from being a little too blurry and gray around the edges.

Rising to wobbly legs, Mickey rubbed his temples in succession with his good hand. As he started back in the direction of Gilgamesh, he heard something rustling in the bushes next to him. Turning, he had to suck down the vomit that welled up into his throat as he made eye contact with that remained of Yuuka Kazami. Dragging herself with handless stumps, the woman’s flesh was burned and torn apart, revealing the twisted green innards beneath and opening up spaces for fresh flowers. The contrast of the bright flowers and the woman’s grotesque and charred flesh was more disturbing than words, and it made Mickey long for the butterfly’s bad mojo.

“Y-yuuky?” He groaned as he started to drag himself away from the groaning corpse, whose bloodshot eyes and lax jaw filled with teeth made the mouse regret more than a few things. “Please stop, you’re scaring me,” the mouse pleaded as she drew closer. “Please, Yuuky!” He felt her hot yet fragrant breath on his face and recoiled, but when he was brave enough to open his eyes, he saw that the expression on her charred visage had… softened? Her expression had relaxed, just enough that for a moment he thought he saw the woman he had once befriended within them.

And then Gilgamesh bathed her in a final, truly fatal dose of flames.

“No!” Mickey screamed as he turned and glared at his companion. “Why did you do that, she had stopped!”

“She was going to fucking eat your face off, Mickey!” Gilgamesh shouted down at his rival-turned-partner. “She ate my fucking neck, so you need to get over it and get up!.”

Before Mickey could reply, he heard the high-pitched scree of the Butterfly Pokemon. “Oh no, it’s coming back for more. We need to lose it!”

Gilgamesh turned to see the approaching dog-sized bug. “It’s a damn but—” Powder sprayed over the king’s face, and in an instant, he was screaming and running deeper into the forest.

***​

“I will roast the flesh from your bones,” Kayleigh declared as she turned her focus back to Doomguy. “You stand alone, soldier? Have your allies absconded into the night?”

“Dead.”

“A pity,” Kayleigh replied as she cracked her neck.

“That big green guy is dead,” Doomguy remarked. “I’m going to kill you next, and then I’ll use your body to beat your lunatic friend to death.”

“You will try,” the woman scowled as she fired a burst of flames.

It was then that Ellie Vaughan made her presence known by clubbing Kayleigh with the power pole. The impact literally drove Kayleigh down to her knees, but it wasn’t enough to seal the deal. Hands and upper body surging with living rage, the cursed woman lashed out at Ellie, who managed to use the pole’s extending properties to stymie the other woman’s offense once again.

Unfortunately for Ellie, the marine who had just dragged himself up out of the lake was not playing a team sport. The brunette screamed as the blast of energy momentarily sent her spiraling out of the situation, leaving Doomguy and Kayleigh to enjoy yet another standoff.

“Resilient,” Kayliegh remarked before throwing herself at the marine. Sidestepping a spray of plasma bolts, she managed to close the gap quickly enough to land a fire-coated haymaker square to the soldier’s head. She felt something slide and tear beneath her knuckles, but before she could land the next blow, the Doom Slayer swung the sword and caught the side of her head with one of its edges. The glancing blow tore into her scalp just a few inches above her eyes, but before her own blood cast her into momentarily blindness, she managed to throw out her palms and propel the marine backwards with a paired blast.

“Insufferable,” the fire-haired woman growled as she moved away from the water’s edge and wiped at her eyes and forehead to keep the heavy flow of blood from further impairing her vision. “Come on, where are you?” She seethed as she glared at the dark water. “All that bravado… typical masculine nonsense,” Kayleigh sneered before the Doom Slayer suddenly burst up out of the water. Sword held upright in front of him, he broke into a sprint that caught her off guard for a few brief moments.

Kayleigh threw out her hands and launched a burst of flames that struck its intended target head-on.

Partially shielded by the sword and partially diluted from the water that still clung to the man’s body, Kayleigh’s flames did not have the withering impact she had anticipated. After weathering that first blast, a red-faced Doomguy hoisted his sword up behind his shoulder and hurtled the Masamune like a javelin.

“Fuck.”

The sword pierced the woman’s ribcage and impaled her into the first tree that came along its path. For a brief moment, Kayleigh Eudora’s eyes and hands flared with burning fury, but with that last gasp, her fire was extinguished forever. After seeing the corpse go limp, Doomguy collected his sword with a swift, wrenching moment that tore the body into two clean halves. He then left it behind to pursue the next target on his hit list.

As the marine stomped away, a shadow emerged from the trees. With a smile, Toga crept over to the fresh body and had herself a nice, long drink.

***​

Artpool and Frieza had arrived late to the party. The smell of burnt everything hung thick in the air around Infinity Lake, and the unlikely pairing found themselves wondering how best to insert their particular brand of ‘fun’ into the melee.

“Find the mouse.” Artpool whispered.

“Kill the mouse,” Frieza remarked before noting the others fighting along the lake’s shore. “Kill everyone,” he added with a toothy smile. “Wash this filth from our sights.”

“Yea, yea, let’s get this show on the road,” Artpool answered as the two casually made their way toward the scuffle involving the marine, the mage, and the woman.

Despite the wounds in her back, Ellie felt like she was keeping her end of the bargain. The man with the arm cannon had better firepower and range, but the brunette had gotten good enough with the pole that she could use it to maneuver herself around the lakeshore. The other combatant, a handsome man with a bum metal leg, seemed to be vacillate between a thirst for violence and concern for someone who was not present along the shore. His eyes would periodically scan around, hoping to find some sign of something that Ellie was unaware of.

Hands squeezed around the pole, Ellie caught sight of the two new arrival before they added their own science-fiction projectiles to the mix. Backpedaling against firepower that beat hers by a few millennia, the woman tripped on uneven ground and fell backwards. She felt sharp pains shoot up her spine, but it was more embarrassment than genuine pain as she watched yet another fellow contestant come stumbling out of the woods.

The woman had red-brown hair and seemed to be trying desperately to hold her intestines into her stomach. “H-help!” She wailed as she wavered and threatened to collapse. With Doomguy ducked behind the cover of a fallen tree and locked into a firefight with Artpool and Frieza, it was Gildarts who turned and came running to the cause of the injured woman.

“What happened to you?” Gildarts asked as he reached out and placed a hand gingerly upon one of the woman’s shoulders.

It was than that Ellie saw not-Kayleigh’s features twist up into a sneer that had become all-to familiar to the brunette over the last few days.

Toga-Kayleigh drew the machete from behind her back and rammed the blade into Gildart’s gut. The man, unaware of the trap he had fallen into, react with wide eyes and confusion after the first grueling stab. By the time the blade was sinking into his flesh for a sixth time in just a few seconds, he managed enough clarity to level the teenager with his metallic fist.

As she collapsed to the sandy dirt, Toga laughed as the mimicked flesh slid off of her in wet-sounding chunks.

“Now then,” Toga added as she stabbed the machete into the ground. “Let’s see what this fun was supposed to be all about.” Reaching into her clothes, the teenager removed what seemed to be a plain metal tube. Yet, as she held it out in front of her, Toga was surprised as the seemingly innocuous piece of metal tubing started to take the shape of something familiar. As it grew into a replica of the Jason machete, the Ultima Weapon flared with heat, and she had to let it go, but once she had, the device flung to the crimson mass at the end of her other arm. Tendrils of black iron snaked from the handle and sank painlessly into her flesh., leaving her with a machete hand.

“This will do,” Toga giggled as she bent down and retrieved the other machete.

Ellie watched with mild horror as Toga lunged for the wheezing, heavily mauled GIldarts. For his part, the mage managed to stall the teenager’s advance by attempting to immobilize her by willing the ground under her feet to gel to her. Unfortunately, Ellie had to turn her attention away from her companion, because the fight was shifting back into her direction. Pogoing with the pole, she landed in a crouch and swung the extending stick around her, tripping up both the nearby marine and the further away Frieza. With those two dispatched, Ellie sprung up to her feet, her brain dulling the aches in her back with fresh waves of adrenaline. She saw the cowboy with the red spandex suit a few paces before he got within melee range, and she swung the pole just as he swung his own weapon.

Laser beat wood.

The brunette cursed as the now truncated power pole went limp between her desperate fingers. She discarded the ruined weapon and settled on the tried and true method of swinging her boot up into her opponent’s crotch. As Artpool groaned and stumbled back, Ellie snickered as she turned.

The smile slipped as she saw the humming Proto Buster aimed at her chest.

In a flash of golden light, Elora Vaughan’s adventure on the island came to a close.

Doomguy stepped back as the pale-faced woman with the hole through her chest toppled into a smolder mass. His eyes immediately shifted to the ivory-skinned alien, who wasted little time in pulling the trigger of the BFG.

The BFG.

The marine landed too hard after diving to avoid the burst of scintillating green plasma. Rolling onto his back, he bared his teeth as his rage willed his beleaguered carcass first to his haunches and then to his feet. Unfortunately, a second BFG blast caught him in the abdomen, and the marine was propelled once more into Lake Infinity.

Stalking forward, Frieza watched the amusing display as the crippled GIldarts—his one leg a gnarled metal mass and the other nearly bisected by a machete swing—tried to fend off a teenage girl and a pair of machetes. The alien warlord hoisted the BFG and shot the vain little girl in the back as she jockeyed for a physical advantage over the pale-faced mage.

Even as a smoldering Toga went rolling away, Gildarts knew more dangers were nearby. The mage shifted his focus just in time to see Frieza’s foot come crushing down onto his wounded chest. “A pity,” the changeling said with a snicker as he reached down and raked away half of the man’s face. The sight of the popped eyeball streaming down the raw exposed muscle brought a lovely wave of euphoria to Frieza. “An improvement,” he added as squeezed his clawed toes and then proceeded to grind them down into the man’s ribcage. The bones were surprisingly resilient, but they eventually gave Frieza that satisfying crack that was followed moments later by freshly torn lungs filled with blood.

Gildarts’ screams had descended into gurgles.

“Oh hush now,” Frieza sneered as he crouched down and tore off the man’s mandible. Lifting it up over his head, the alien watched the blood sputter from the severed veins and arteries.

It was this scene that Mickey first saw as he and Gilgamesh reemerged from the woods, having finally given the oversized butterfly the sleep.

“Frieza!” Mickey screamed as the mouse realized the identity of the fresh corpse beneath the smiling alien. “You… you bastard!”

Frieza smiled as he tossed the severed jaw at the little king’s face.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” the alien shouted before firing the BFG and putting the rodent and his ally on the defensive.

A few paces behind his makeshift partner, Artpool watched as the marine came running forward only to be tackled by a small child with what seemed to be knife hands.

“I saw what you did,” Toga rasped as they tussled on the ground. She found the angle she needed and slid the machete up into the man’s rib. She missed the heart, but she the whoosh of air as the marine’s lung deflated in his chest.

“You mean this?” Doomguy wheezed as he jammed the Proto Buster into the young girl’s chin and fired. Toga’s mostly headless corpse collapsed onto the marine, and even though his strength was leaving him, he managed to pushed the smaller body off of him.

Strolling over to the scene, Artpool watched as the girl’s machete arm suddenly melted away to reveal a little metal cylinder that almost twinkled in the moonlight. Reaching down, the cowboy-mercenary plucked it up and smiled faintly as it started to change shape in his hands almost immediately. Within a few seconds, it had a nice heft to it, and Artpool casually slipped the volcanic pistol into a holster that had likewise seemed to manifest on his belt.

Frieza had them both on the defensive. It almost enjoyable to watch them scurry like ants from the wrath of the BFG. Each time one of them wormed their way too close, a well-aimed death ray would send them veering off to cower some more in the trees. Hearing the sound of boots over his shoulder, Frieza craned his neck. “Everyone else dead?” He asked.

The masked cowboy nodded his head. “Seems that way.”

“I’ll get the mouse; you can take care of the other.”

The mercenary known as Red Dead nodded his head. “Yup.”

Gliding across the ‘battlefield,’ Artpool went sailing pass a slack-jawed Mickey and crashed into his partner.

“Gilgamesh!” Mickey yelped before he had to run to avoid Frieza’s relentless assault. As he scampered on achy, wounded limbs, the mouse king felt the world start to tip beneath him. He stumbled—his little frame tripping over nothing as he addled brains compromised his motor functions. Crashing with a large puff of sand and dirt, Mickey groaned as he heard the sinister alien snicker.

“Pathetic.” Frieza remarked. “You can barely fight anymore. Where’s that spirit at? How will you get justice now?” The insults stung the groaning mouse, who had pulled himself up into a seated position. Frieza seemed to be swerving back and forth, but in reality, the alien was standing still with a primed BFG in his hand. “Don’t die from this… I want to watch the light fade from your eyes.”
Mickey pinched his eyes closed—partially to stop the spinning and partially to not see what was coming—but it was his ears that picked up the scream as the BFG discharged into the air. Snapping his eyes back open, the rodent saw that alabaster-skinned alien had dropped to a knee. A machete lay halfway through Frieza’s arm, and behind the villain, the insane glare of the Doomguy.

“That’s … my gun,” he growled as he grabbed back onto the machete and started trying to saw down through the rest of Frieza’s shoulder. Before he could succeed, the marine caught sight of the BFG as it floated up out of Frieza’s hands and turned its barrel upon him. Willed by the alien’s mind, the weapon fired, punching a glowing green hole clean through its iconic owner’s chest.

As the Doomguy fell dead, Frieza turned to Red Dead, who had managed to skirt a stream of flames and level Gilgamesh with a fist. The king fell and struck the ground with a thud.

“I thought you said clear,” the alien growled as he wrenched the machete from his body and tossed it into the trees.

“I said ‘looks clear’, Pardner,” Artpool remarked. “You know better’n anybody that some people are good at surviving’ stuff.”

Frieza sneered as he grabbed onto the wrist of his impaired arm. He had no sensation in the limb, so he tore it away like an unsightly scab. Discarding the ruined limb, he turned back to Mickey, who, strangely enough, was upright? Resolve plastered the mouse’s visage as he fired the freeza ray into Frieza’s chest. The alien rasped as he telekinetically fired the BFG. The blast crashed into empty earth as Mickey raced through Frieza’s legs.

Scraping away the thick layer of ice trying to form across his chest, Frieza tried to crane his partially immobilized neck to see where the rodent had scampered off to. “Nowhere to hide, Mickey,” the alien rasped as he finished tearing away the ice and turned.

“I’m not hiding from anything or anyone, Freezer,” Mickey replied from just a few steps away as he fired the Proto Buster. The blast caught the alien in his already injured leg and punched a hole clean through. Frieza growled as he fell, but even as he toppled to the ground, he was able to discharge the BFG. The blast ragdolled the mouse once more.

Collapsing a few moments for the BFG landed in the sand, Frieza groaned as he looked to see the cowboy and the king at it once again. Not one to ever be laid low, the alien warlord set his sites on the groaning mouse. “Comin’ to kill you, Mouse.” Frieza snickered as he started to drag himself across the ground toward his prey.

Mickey, for his part, managed to get to his feet before the heavy alien hand could reach him. He had a shot that would have put a blast of plasma through the monster’s forehead, but a scream pulled his attention. Turning his head, the mouse gasped when he saw Red Dead saw the barrel of the flamethrower in half with the lightsaber. A moment later, a ki blast slammed into Gilgamesh’s gut, lifting him up off the ground and depositing him onto his chest and face.

When he kept strugglin’, Artpool stepped forward and kicked him like a soccer ball. As Gilgamesh crashed back into a ground, a well-aimed ki blast caused the fuel pack to begin to hiss and whine as it leaked explosive gases.

Gilgamesh had been kicked into the trees, and Mickey had barely limped three steps in that direction when the explosion rocked him backwards. “No, Gilly!”

“Worry about yourself,” a voice mocked as a blast of plasma crashed into Mickey’s back. The mouse dropped to his knees and began to wheeze. He spun, but as he lifted the Proto Buster to fire, he saw the flicker of crackling red energy. A moment later, the little king watched as his severed arm—buster and all—went spiraling through the air a few yards before thudding to the ground.

Before that horror could set in, Frieza fired a death ray that turned Mickey’s lower leg into an indistinguishable mass of charred flesh and bone. The mouse screamed as he pitched over and crashed to the ground—his eyes still glued to the fires that now raged where his friend had gone.

“Look at me while you die, Mouse,” Frieza barked as Mickey turned those big doughy eyes back to him. Artpool stood calmly behind the alien as he watched his partner, now floating upright through sheer telekinetic force of will, fire another blast that ruined the mouse’s other leg.

Try as he might, Mickey screamed. In various multiverses, thousands of tiny children felt waves of grief that they couldn’t process.

“That’s it,” Frieza growled. “I want to hear you sc—”

A sharp pain in the alien’s neck had him spinning, his eyes widening as he looked at Red Dead. Lifting a hand, Frieza found something stuck into his flesh and yanked it out. Holding it out, he saw that it was some type of syringe. “What is this?” The alien groaned as he suddenly felt fire spread through his veins.

“I call it a victor-y needle,” the mercenary remarked. “Be seein’ you, Frieza.” Artpool gave a polite nod before he had to hop back to avoid an errant swipe of the alien’s clawed hand. “That’s just not polite,” he added as he swung the lightsaber and sheered away the trembling arm.

Frieza, now starting to froth at the mouth, crashed to the ground as Artpool strolled over to the fallen BFG.

“I’m believin’ that this here boomstick belongs to me,” he spoke aloud before melting into the woods.

I will KILL you!” Frieza’s slurred screams fell only on the ears of the nearby mouse, who couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well… that’s a pity, Lord Frigidaire,” Mickey replied weakly.

Craning his neck, Frieza’s now bloodshot eyes fell upon the mouse, and despite the pain literally burning through his body, the alien tried to drag his broken, failing carcass toward Mickey. “I can still … end you … “ the monster’s bloody, cauterized stump slammed into the side of the rodent’s head. A second, even more stunning blow fell a moment later, but just like that, the alien’s strength finally left him and he slumped down on top of his hated enemy.

For a few moments, there was silence, and then the wheezing of a mouse could be heard as he managed to get his upper body up out from under the corpse of the alien. Then, suddenly, there were hands under his armpits.

“M-mouse?” A familiar voice spoke through the haze as Mickey tried to turn his head. He couldn’t, but he recognized the speaker nevertheless.

“Gilly?” Mickey whispered, his voice barely audible. A few years started to well in the corners of his eyes. “Gilly, … a-a-re you okay?”

“Yes,” Gilgamesh answered as he gently slid the mouse out from under Frieza, revealing the two bloody, broken stumps of his legs. “I got the pack off before it exploded.”

“That’s guh-great!” Mickey exclaimed weakly as he started to cry tears of joy. “I, I can’t see you, though. I’m tired, guh-Gilly.”

“That’s okay,” Gilgamesh whispered as he lowered himself to the ground and pulled the broken, dying mouse onto his lap. “Your friend the King of Pals is right here with you, okay? You just close your eyes, okay?” Despite his bravado, tears started to stain the man’s dirty cheeks.

“Oh, d-don’t cry, Gilly,” Mickey whispered as he fought to lift his broken, handless arm to the man’s chest. “We’ll always be friends, okay? Cuh-can you promise me that?”

“Yes.”

Mickey, blind and barely able to hear or feel anything around him, managed to smile as he tapped his arm against the man’s chest. “Then I’ll always … be ruh-right here, guh-guh-guh-Gilly. I’ll always be your puh-pal… Muh-Mickey … mou- …”

The forest was silent, save the sobs of Gilgamesh and the ever-present drone of Infinity Falls.







#13 Yuuka Kazami DEAD
#24 Kayleigh Eudora DEAD
#08 Ellie Vaughan DEAD
#17 Gildarts DEAD
#12 Toga DEAD
#20 Doomguy DEAD
#21 Frieza DEAD
#03 Mickey Mouse DEAD

6 Contestants Remain

Artpool receives the Ultima Weapon

Artpool used the Poison (he had this queued for afterwards but I thought it fit better as part of this larger scene)

The Jetpack is inoperable
The Spyglass fell from Kayleigh’s person and shattered, rendering it useless.
The Power Pole is destroyed
The Flamethrower is destroyed
The Freeze Ray was damaged beyond use in the fight
The GPS is dead

Artpool receives the BFG
The Proto Buster is there for Gilgamesh (ROFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL)

Yuuka, Kayleigh, Ellie, Gildarts, Toga, Doomguy, Frieza, and Mickey have died, and they may execute their preferred method of revival on the World of their choice.
 
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