Everything at first remained uncertain about what friends will live and depart once this battle is over. It was tugging deep down in his gut if Caboose will have to say goodbye to his already made friends once again. He was not ready to repeat the process as he did a long time ago. That feeling became lifted away instantly when crossing paths with a familiar face. Excitement fills his body, making him believe his friends will never leave his side.
Not even if death attempts to split them apart.
Most of the fact about his exhilaration is coming from the ride of his life. He finally gets to feel what it means to sit on a back of a horse. Well, he knows not to speak out loud to his trusty, easily grumpy stead about calling her a pony or pony-related things. So, in the meantime, Caboose will try his best to impress general Atlanis. A way that he believes will blossom out their friendship significantly.
"Damn you, big buffoon, quite your useless pondering and attack!" Atlanis grabs Caboose's attention once more from his happy thinking thoughts, steering him back on the battle's process.
"Oh right! Sorry, I was thinking of the best things we can do with our frien-"
A swipe attempted coming from a bladed weapon cut off Caboose's talking after Atlanis dodged an incoming unmade clown assassin, rearing her centaur-self by standing on her two hind legs. She raises her front legs high above, making the enemy assassin fall flat on its face. The blue and green spartan holds on to dear life, not wanting to fall off and become engulfed in the chaotic battle around them. A sea of unmade and hell divers are mixed in the fray, fighting on the beach that is now staining sand with fresh blood. He tucks himself on her back, wrapping his arms and legs around her tightly, making her feel pressure applying around her centaur demonic stomach.
She lands her too-front hooves back on the ground, smashing the unmade clown's head by sheer force thanks to gravity helping her. Its gore, pieces of the skull, and brain matter spill over the beach sand, similar to smashing a pumpkin onto the ground. Caboose releases his legs and hands around Atlanis' main centaur body, spraying and praying the MA37 assault rifle that shakes steadily in his hands. Bullets fly over the heads of the incoming clowns, overwhelming where she and Doomguy stood their ground, heroically. Some KIAs were confirmed but, the number of misses he made outweighed his kills.
Imperfect as always, the blue spartan's combat can be wonky from time to time. The Hell Divers' general groans at Caboose's poor aiming, making her have to finish off the other clowns with her glorious laser-trident. She stabs multiple times, facing off two unmade clown assassins in front of her. He turns around and helps by fighting off other clowns that flanked them, either shooting or butting them against his rifle. Caboose tightly holding his MA37 rattles, the muzzle flashes brightly, shooting out 7.62×51mm bullets that penetrate some of the unfortunate clowns to be killed by not the smartest spartan on this island.
"No! It is not your turn to ride the not-so pony lady!" Caboose foolishly yells over the gunfire and the rest of the chaos that can drown out his cry.
When Atlanis got a split-second break from facing off the assassins that slashed out to spill her blood, she catches a glimpse where Zenistu and Musashi squared off against the Apex Predators' notorious vile leader, Ridley. When he turns his back to face his fighting prey, Atlanis eyes catch necessary devices lighting up that help power the space dragon's half-mechanical body and weaponry. She thinks for the moment, although focusing on more assassins that charge and hop around the two. This plan she was in the thought process with could work if timed correctly. Meanwhile, Ridley moves aggressively to attack and defend his position against the duo-wielding katana swordfighters.
Caboose still works on his part to help out by fending off Atlanis' blind spots. He reloads the assault rifle, fastening his last magazine cartridge in the gun's butt. Without hesitation, the blue Mark V spartan fires off and empties his last magazine carelessly. Bullets cease to exit the muzzle, and all the sounds the gun makes are unsatisfying clicking. "Well, that's just great, my pet rifle went to sleep!" he sounds off, batting his rifle to an unwelcoming assassin, hitting it on Atlanis' right side.
"Great, I obtained a maybe genius idea for you." The Hell Divers' demonic general speaks out over the battle's obnoxious cacophony.
"I like when people have ideas for me!"
"Caboose, you ever yearned to fly someday?"
"Yes! It's been one of my many wishes I have been saving for when I come across a genie." Caboose speaks up loudly, childishly, while trying not to let his best friend get killed.
"What about pressing buttons?" Atlanis says once more, violently stabbing off any clowns that dare oppose her greatness.
"And that too!"
"Excellent, today is your lucky day, oaf." She smiles madly, thinking her little idea might even get this idiot killed, but she doesn't intend to for purpose; only a tactic that can succeed is what she wants here to happen. The demonic tactician focuses on her telekinesis quickly, lifting the spartan off her centaur back, making him drop his emptied assault rifle. Caboose floats in the air a couple of feet above her, thinking how chaotic this idea could go down. Just the sheer thought of him now being lifted in the air by a mysterious force that resides in Atlanis currently makes him beyond excited. "Oh my god, this is so awesome! You do have magic! The nice blindfold lady was right!"
Ignoring his words, the demonic general focuses, aiming toward the general area where Ridley stands.
"Fetch this, you unmade prehistoric abomination!'" She mutters underneath her breath before throwing Caboose across the battlefield with her extraordinary telekinesis powers. She once again clashes against an unmade assassin, filling with rage to end all these pathetic unmade lives.
In this fantastic moment of Caboose's life ever, his brain slows the imagery around him. At the same time, airborne above the deadly battlegrounds, the Hell Divers and Unmade Carnaval clash with the marines ripping and tearing their enemy clowns to fulfill their motto. Other clowns got the satisfaction to murderously kill in Darkseid's name. This short moment in his mind felt as if it went on forever, having a slow-motion effect. A big dumb smile spreads wide, covering his face. Childish innocence washes over him, looking down at soldiers below him, dying in the hands of marines or clowns.
Some looked up, astonished to see a gliding significant blue spartan overhead of them.
Their reactions reflect off his Mark V helmet's golden shiny visor. Caboose remains soaring through the air, descending toward the horrific half-mechanical unmade beast. Ridley's focus remains on the Hell Divers pair of talented fighters, facing his back again to Caboose. His tail collides against the series of cold steel blades that ping off each other—getting closer to reach Ridley's exposed back, everything inside Caboose's brain that visualizes resume to average speed.
The glorious moment of defying gravity was over, now comes the fun part. The blue and green spartan slams against the unmade dragon's cold back, making Ridley aware that something made contact from behind. Caboose gets a good hold on the beast's back, holding on for dear life and facing at all the pretty flashing lights connected to technological devices, with some having buttons. The pair of wings on Ridley's back flaps in irritation, knowing well now that something is certainly not welcomed there.
"Man, can't wait to press all these buttons." He shudders at the chilling and satisfying thought of doing one of his most favorite things in the world. Ridley retracts his tail to make it defend against whatever grabbed hold of his back. This act made Ridley use his claws to strike against Zenitsu's and Musashi's swords.
"Touch."
Caboose wasted no time, starting off pressing a red button next to a panel, causing a missile to fire off within the missile pod without Ridley's approval. The missile flares and flies off in a short distance, causing a friendly fire incident that exploded a squad of unmade clowns to pieces. Pressing buttons is one thing Caboose is good, now becoming fun for him. Continuing to press multiple buttons sends satisfying waves within Caboose's body. The dragon's weapons were starting to malfunction one after another, now pissing him off entirely.
Ridley's tail thrashes in anger to swat off whatever is causing all the trouble back there. Another button pressed, this time was releasing the balloon mines floating away in the wind. They all scattered to random spots on the battlefield, exploding whoever was nearby them. Unfortunately, some Hell Divers soldiers became caught in the few blasts that erupted across the coastline. A roar booms loudly, escaping the space pirate leader's jaws showing his glistening white sharp teeth while fighting Zenitsu and Musashi.
"Now, where's the friend request button on this thing?" Caboose foolishly questions if a button of some sort exists on the advanced combat system that's bound to Ridley. Finally, the unmade dragon atrocity grabs the culprit off by bounding and constricting him within the tail's boney grasp. Ridley whips his tail forward to the front of him, releasing Caboose to go flying and crashing into the two swordsmen. His anger gaze strikes upon the three Hell Divers soldiers that scramble to get up. Another ear-piercing roar tears the trio of Hell Divers' eardrums that Ridley produces, having enough of playing their games.
Musashi and Zenitsu stand at the ready to attack or defend against their significant threat. Meanwhile, Caboose standing between the two, finally realizes the ferocious unmade monstrosity he now gazes in fear, face to face. Currently, he only had two words to say that fit this situation.
"Running time!"