(Part 2/3 of the final post from the Destructors in Connel collaboration between Voidus, Mail-Mi and Mailliw)
Smasher watched in awe as the Epic's spear managed to push the forcefield. The amount of force it took to bend one of his forcefields was huge. Jag was only able to cause it to ripple if he hit it as hard as he could. Smasher himself, fully densified, couldn't budge it. But somehow, this Epic's spear and fists were able to stretch the forcefield out around them. His punch hadn't managed to affect the man either. It would take more than densified strength and forcefields to kill this man. The angry Epic's yells were distorted a bit by the forcefields, but Smasher got the gist of it. He was angry, yep. Wanted to kill Smasher, yep. Disbelief in the fact that he isn't the best Epic ever, yep. Standard Epic who had a power even slightly useful.
Smasher ignored the yells and decided that he would deal with the enemy soldiers first. His own commandos had lost two of their number, but were fighting valiantly. Smasher roared and picked up his shield. He rammed a guard with it and then created a forcefield just barely on his side of the shield. The bubble expanded outwards, pushing the shield away, which slammed the guard into another and pressed them onto the ground. He dismissed the forcefield and began to lay about him with his fully densified fists and metal-reinforced gloves. Soldier after soldier fell unconscious or dead after Smasher's brutal blows. The bullets just bounced off of his skin. This was what it felt like to have power. This was how Smasher had always wished he could've felt back in his younger days. Back then, he hadn't felt the power like this. His father had held all the power. No more. Smasher let no one have power over him, not even Jag. He worked with Jag as an equal, not as an inferior. Soldiers littered the ground about Smasher and his commandos. He had lost another Commando to a bullet wound in his neck. Now that all the enemy soldiers were dead, Smasher went to deal with the trapped Epic. To Smasher's awe, the Epic had managed to push his way forward slightly, stretching the force field. It wouldn't make a difference, but Smasher appreciated the strength it took to do that. War Smasher went intangible and passed through the force field walls. He reached his hand into the Epic's throat and, grabbing his vocal cords, made his hand sense again. He squeezed, causing extreme pain in the Epic's throat. Then, with his other hand, Smasher grabbed the Epic's heart. He pulled on the vocal cords a he crushed the heart.
Maodun struggled forward through the force field, straining against this force that tried to restrain him. Hands stretched out he tried to grab the Epic by the throat, determined to break through this barrier one way or another. The Epic was laying about him, killing Maoduns elite troops, bullets bouncing off of him. Glaring at him with hatred Maodun struggled even harder, hands shifting the field with agonising slowness. Finishing off the last of the soldiers the Epic returned, standing before Maodun. No more words passed between them, just an air of power. The power of two powerful Epics locked in combat. The Epic reached through the forcefield, hand passing through it as though it weren’t even there. He reached for Maoduns throat, somehow passing through the flesh as well before solidifying. Pain lanced through his body, his throat closed up, every nerve ending screeching in agony. One more hand pushed through, reaching his chest before entering. Maodun stareed down at the arm protruding from his chest, fear entering into his previously rage-filled gaze as the moment seemed to stretch. Ages seemed to pass before Maodun saw the muscles on the mans arm tense, a quick sensation of pain in his chest and then Maodun fell.
Hundredeyes stayed as far back as he could from the traveling party. He switched his vision to the nearest eye glyph and waited for them to cross in front of it. As soon as he saw one of the vanillas cross right next to it, he triggered the explosion that was the second part of his powers. If he was close enough, he could obliterate any of his glyphs in a small-scale explosion.
His sight always faded back to his normal vision after he triggered an explosion. He prepared to switch to the next glyph, when he heard the building start to collapse. He grinned maliciously. They’re done for. There was no chance they’d survive an entire building falling on them.
But...just in case...
Hundredeyes ran up ahead to a small choke point where the group would have to cross. He lined the ground with glyphs, and found a place safely out of the explosions’ range, but where he could still watch.
After all, killing was no fun unless you got to watch.
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Metalmech pushed himself out of the ruins, metal plates forming to cover his wounds. He scanned the area, looking for surviving Commandos.
None.
Metalmech screamed in rage. This sparking Epic had killed every single one of his followers. “You will die, little Epic! You hear me?! You will DIE!”
He left his tank behind. He was more than capable of taking out this Epic on his own, and he wanted to feel his bones crushing between his hands. He scanned for the Calamity-cursed Epic as he moved through the streets. There! A glimpse of movement. Metalmech charged forward, not noticing the line of glyphs on the asphalt. He was almost to the Epic! He--
An explosion rocked the buildings around him, the fire engulfing him.
I hate new Epics. Kernel thought to himself as he zigzagged his way around the field, jumping periodically incase the Epic decided to remove his footing again. He pulled out his old Beretta M9, the weight of the pistol in his hand felt right as he haphazardly fired shots towards the yelling Epic. Running for his life Kernel headed towards the Architect, neither of them seemed to be able to hold off this new Epic but perhaps if they regrouped they’d be able to at least escape. Hundredeyes had to be able to find a way out didn’t he? The Architect had managed to slide safely to the ground again, his naked form cowering against the broken concrete that littered the area. “Get up!” Kernel yelled, grabbing the prone mans arm as he passed. “We have to get out of here!” His foot caught on a piece of rubble, hurling him to the ground. He tried to roll, absorb the impact and get back up but the ground beneath him dissipated once more, leaving him lying prone next to the Architect. Well that’s us done for. Kernel thought despairingly. His thoughts firmed a moment later as he felt the weight of his M9 still in his hand. He fired the last shot towards the Epic, slapping his other hand to the ground he charged it with the most force he was capable of imparting. While the area he could cover with this much force was barely larger than his own body it was still an extravagant effect. Rubble began streaking upwards as though intent on escaping the atmosphere. Kernel felt his ribs creak as his own body was suddenly launched upwards with great force, several of his bones broke immediately, he could feel the splinters of bone piercing through his body as he soared. With his final moments of consciousness he hurled his M9 straight at the Epic, the gun itself now charged with all the kinetic energy he could muster. His eyes glazed over before he could even tell if his improvised projectile hit.
Mike watched as the jumping Epic bounded across the field of broken concrete. He vaporized section after section of cement, trying to catch the Epic, but he kept leaping upwards unpredictably, making it difficult. Just as Mike was about to catch the man with air and lift him up, the Epic shot up high into the air, surrounded by concrete pieces zipping towards Mike. Like all the others, they disintegrated a few inches away from his body. The Epic hurtled upward at an extremely high velocity and threw his gun at Mike. It flew through the air with more speed than it should've. Mike instinctively flinched, but the gun still vaporized before it hit him. The Epic hadn't been able to survive the velocity he had thrown himself up at. His lifeless body crashed to the ground, bones sticking out at odd angles. The Architect lay in shock on the ground. Mike turned on him and lowered himself to the ground. "Architect, you have failed this city," he in a low voice. With flaming hands, Mike gripped the Architect by the throat and lifted him up in the air. "Say goodbye." Mike slammed his body back down onto the concrete, the life draining out of the Architect's eyes instantly. Mike looked around at the desolate area he had created. Only one of Hawkwing's commandos had survived the battle and he had broken both of his legs. The rest of the area was completely empty. A desolation. Desolation: that's what he would call himself. Desolation used his powers to extract two concrete bars from the ground and propped them up next to the steel factory. He lifted the two dead Epics onto the posts and hung them there. They, like the dead soldiers in the pit, would be a sign to the citizens of Connell that the Destructors, that Desolation, was not one to be messed with.
Haha you're using my name for him