Super Paint Brawl: The Illidon Chronicles

[Balto-Boy]

Alright, I just whipped this up because I wanted to write another Brawl story. A bit of feedback or suggestions would be lovely. Let me know if you want me to keep going or not.

Prologue: The Destroyer’s Entrance

Ghost was glad he was getting some attention for once. It was usually Brawlers like McJesus and Grimscott who got all of the requests for autographs and the like. But as Ghost was heading to a Brawl in the Void, he managed to come across a group of Brawl City civilians in the Ghost Fan Club. And they were quite ecstatic when they caught a glimpse of him on the sidewalk.

Ghost stood in the middle of the mob of “I <3 Ghost” t-shirts, answering questions and signing various items, while multiple flashes of camera lights reigned upon him. The requests seemed never-ending. After Ghost signed a t-shirt, it seemed like there was a photo or a CD that someone else wanted signed. This was a good thing about being a Brawler: there were those civilians who absolutely adored you because of how powerful and cool you were. Of course, there was that other half of the gigantic city that absolutely loathed you because of how destructive you were. But the Brawl City’s civilian mayor, Mayor Mowses, and Brawler-President Balto-Boy were able to keep the basic peace between their sides of the world. Of course, there were still those few who didn’t want peaceful relations with the Brawlers. But that wasn’t a big problem, so the inhabitants of the Brawl world were living peacefully. Brawlers tried not to destroy too much of Brawl City, but stuff happens.

As Ghost was scribbling on a giant, glossy photo of himself, there was a far-off sound of an explosion in the distance. The fan club members turned their heads like a bunch of startled squirrels. Ghost acted as if he heard it every second of every day (which was actually somewhat accurate).

“Hey, Mr. Ghost,” one of the younger members blurted. “What do you think that was?”

“Markus or Bulet or one of those idiots is probably doing something over there,” Ghost handed back the picture he was signing.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. They’re probably getting show-offy in the Void again.”

Then a thunderous roar echoed across the city. This time, Ghost twisted his neck like the fan club members did earlier. A quick glance around showed that all of the civilians around Ghost looked in that direction, too. Out of the corner of his eye, Ghost saw that a passing Newbie-Brawler, Psibat, was looking concerned too.

Psibat pushed through the crowd of fans and pushed on Ghost.

“Ummmm... Ghost? You’ve been here longer than me. Is... is that normal?”

Ghost straightened his goggles.

“Nope.”

Ghost reached into a side pocket of his swamp-green khakis and flipped his cell phone open. He pressed a set of numbers and the phone was ringing up at his ear. Ghost got through the line.

“Hey Balto! You hear that? ....... No idea. I thought you might....”

*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*
*stomp*

“....Baaaalto,” Ghost whispered nervously into the phone. “What the hell iiiis this???”

“Ghost! What do we do about this?!?!” Psibat asked shakily.

Ghost didn’t have time to answer because in seconds, Brawl City was overrun with madness. Crunch! Debris, metal and glass fell from a large skyscraper to the roads below. Ghost looked up to see that a giant, clawed hand was pushing down on the crumbled building for support. People screamed and ran as far away from the new interruption as they could. Psibat grew a grin of anticipation on his face and flew directly into the source of the carnage. Ghost yelled in protest, but Psibat was either ignoring him or didn’t hear. As Psibat flew away, a gigantic arm was seen throwing a figure into the ground. He collided with Psibat and brought them both to the dismembered pavement. Ghost looked up to see a giant demon head roaring an ear-splitting noise at the two he just attacked. Sirens were wailing, civilian military units were arriving, and the air was filled with the terrified yells of fleeing civilians.

“Ghost!” Ghost could hardly hear Balto-Boy shout over the phone. “Ghost! Where are you?!”

“I... RONALD AVENUE!!! NEAR THE VIRUS EMBASSY!!!”

“WE’LL BE RIGHT OVER!!!” Ghost heard Balto-Boy scream.

Ghost immediately put the phone away and ran over to the two bodies that just smashed into hard concrete. Psibat was helping up the Brawler the monster threw to the ground.

“Markus!” Ghost shouted to the downed Brawler. “What is that thing?!”

Markus was bloodied and bruised, but he appeared to be alright.

“I, I, I don’t know! It just shot out of the ground in the Void somewhere! Where are the others?!”

“Balto and the mods are on their way!” Ghost shouted over the sirens and the screams and the military shooting at the above.
“Great! We’ll kill it no prob!” Psibat shouted enthusiastically. “This is gonna be fun.”

Then the monster made a noise. It sounded like words, but it was barely understandable. Ghost and Psibat listened to the monster shout it over and over as Markus let himself to his feet.
“What’s it saying?!” Ghost asked the other two.

“It was shouting that earlier!” Markus yelled back. “I can barely make it out, and I have no idea what it means.”

“Well what’s it saying?!” curious Psibat wondered aloud.

“It...” Markus started. “It sounds like it’s yelling ‘Illidon’.”

[McJesus]

Hahha oh man how ominous would that be.

You hear this soul-shaking THUMP from across the city and a majorly deep voice bellows out

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL

THUMP

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

THUMP

DOOOOOOOOOOOOONNN

you can hear the screams from across the void.

[Grimscott]

I can't help but wonder why you rushed your other story's ending if you were just going to throw yourself into another.

[destructin]

A CAMEO!!

I hope I don't die soon, or at all.

Anyway, awesome, I hope it doesn't come to an end like rabies'

[Deleted]

Oh sweet mother of Jackson, this shall be good.

[ghost]

I have a fan club?

*giggles like a school girl*

[McJesus]

Wait, I get requests for autographs? When did that happen?

[Balto-Boy]

Nov 10, 2008 22:55:19 GMT -5 Grimscott said:

I can't help but wonder why you rushed your other story's ending if you were just going to throw yourself into another.

The whole "Zombie Nation" saga was a bit of time ago. And I wanted to do a story about Illidon for a bit of time now.

[parlux]

Nov 11, 2008 21:42:29 GMT -5 Balto-Boy said:

Nov 10, 2008 22:55:19 GMT -5 Grimscott said:

I can't help but wonder why you rushed your other story's ending if you were just going to throw yourself into another.

The whole "Zombie Nation" saga was a bit of time ago. And I wanted to do a story about Illidon for a bit of time now.

Balto why don't you tell the story of "The pixel war" when you have a chance

Request by me

[Balto-Boy]

Nov 11, 2008 22:06:28 GMT -5 parlux said:

Balto why don't you tell the story of "The pixel war" when you have a chance

Request by me

Well, the other stories I did took a month or two. So you might be waiting a while.

[madvideogamer]

Hey.

Update it.

[Balto-Boy]

Nov 23, 2008 0:46:46 GMT -5 @madvideogamer said:

Hey.

Update it.

I will. When it's finished.

[Zarth]

Awesome story dude! cant wait for the next chapter!


I wonder if i'll be added in... I havent been in a fanfic at all, lol.

[Balto-Boy]

Chapter 1: “I Am My Own Worse Enemy.”

The big creature scanned the damaged city with a stern look about its face. No emotion had the creature concerned. The loud shriek of terrified citizens was subsiding as they ran farther away. This new giant monster was only focused on examining everything around it, mapping out the entire world in its mind. The three Brawlers -Psibat, Markus, and Ghost- were watching with concern as the beast appeared to be content with just looking at the city.

But it soon looked down and noticed them. It roared another ear-splitting roar and readied a fist. The three Brawlers yelped and jumped in all different directions to avoid the meteor of a fist slamming into them. Psibat floated barely above the ground once a safe distance away, while Ghost and Markus stood still, figuring out what to do next.

Ghost was about to fire his goggles when he heard a person yell out of nowhere.

“COWABUNGA!!!”

Off of the top of a building, Grimscott had flung herself at the monster’s head, ready to swing her scythe. She met her mark, as the scythe’s blade delved right into the thing’s temple. Grimscott was being flailed by her arms, clinging to her blade for dear life, as the monster violently shook its head in pain.

Then a large, horizontal swirl of wind came rushing between buildings to meet the monster in the middle of its chest. It stepped back for a moment, but otherwise seemed unaffected. Immediately after, Quickfeet showed up along side Markus, Psibat, and Ghost.

“What are you three waiting for?” Quickfeet asked in an irritated voice.

But Quickfeet was soon smashed into the ground. The angered monster had plucked Grimscott off of its head as if she were a bug, and flicked her down to the ground. That’s when she collided into Quickfeet and made him roll end over end.

“Ow,” Grimscott moaned. “That’s it, NO MORE MISSUS NICE SCOTSON!!!”

Grimscott ripped the hat off of her head and dropped it. In a flash, her eyes glowed a deep green, her hair sprang up at the roots and became insanely scruffy. A tearing off of the kilt revealed a pair of pants underneath.

Grimscott stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. At the call, a flying turtle rushed down towards her legs. Grimscott jumped up slightly, and she was then riding her turtle, Wheeljack, back up to the monster’s head.

“Let’s rock and roll!” Psibat said excitedly. His wings covered his body, and Psibat had teleported to where Grimscott was heading. The gigantic monster started to swat wildly at the little pest flying around its head.

After Psibat and Grimscott had left, Quickfeet stood back up. Gusts of wind formed at his feet. Quickfeet used the gusts of wind to run up an imaginary ramp that lead straight into the fight. Markus slapped his gauntlet on the floor, and fire exploded from under his palm, launching him a good 300 feet into the sky. Ghost, having no real flight ability, ran on the ground and fired wildly.

Out of the side of a building, there was an orange, glowing hole that appeared from no where. The Mad Gamer shot out of the portal and launched himself at the monster... just when it opened its mouth wide. Mad Gamer landed softly on the monster’s tongue, in a giant puddle of spit.

“This is an epic fail if I ever saw one...”

The jaws slammed shut with Mad Gamer inside. But they didn’t shut all the way. A force was prying the mouth open with sheer strength. Mad Gamer looked at the muscular, angry-looking dog/wolf thing in between the opposite rows of teeth.

“You’re lucky I’m here to save yo sorry ass, bitch!” Uber-Pissed Balto yelled to Mad Gamer.
“Thanks, Balto!” Mad Gamer yelled as he dived out of the creature’s mouth. Behind him, Balto-Boy released his hold and fell out of the monster’s mouth, the clamping teeth missing him by inches.

The monster looked down and watched Mad Gamer disappear into another portal, and Balto-Boy morph to his demonic form and fly off. The distracted monster reeled back as Grimscott’s monster hair bit into its cheek. It winced in pain when a golden gauntlet exploded at its forehead. The monster used its massive forearms to block an array of lasers coming from Ghost’s goggles, but had trouble standing when a giant gust of wind from Quickfeet hit it smack in the chest.

“RRRRRRAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRR!!!!!!”

The sonic boom produced by the massive roar shot all of the Brawlers from the sky and literally into the ground. As quickly as they could, the warriors got to their feet, but Psibat somehow managed to get up before all of the others. Recklessly, he flew at the angered monster.

“HA-AH! This’ll be fun! C’mere, bitch!”

Psibat continued to fly at the monster. As he flew, the monster knelt over and grabbed a building. Grasping at the building’s bottom, the monster completely up-rooted a skyscraper from the ground. Then it readied it by laying the building across its shoulders. Psibat saw what was going to happen, but stopped because of the startle or realizing it.

CRACK!!!

The monster swung the building completely from one side of its body to the other, like a baseball bat. Sore Brawlers on the ground watched helplessly as Psibat zoomed like a baseball for hundreds of thousands of miles, silent the entire way. At the end of 5 seconds, Psibat had already gone over the horizon and out of sight.

Next was a colossal beam of green, blue, and red pummeling the beast and even forcing it to back away. Its source was at the top of a still-standing shop nearby. There, John was sweating and grunting and straining to keep the massive projectile going.

“Get him!” Balto-Boy shouted. “Get him now, everyone!”

Balto-Boy looked to the sky and howled loudly. A meteor storm of moon chunks fell from the city’s sky and rained down upon the monster for the good 10 seconds Balto-Boy was howling. The monster was forced down to its hands and knees under the pressure of both John’s energy shot and Balto-Boy’s moon attack.

Grimscott rushed forward atop the back of airborne Wheeljack. At the monster’s head, Grimscott was sure to push her scythe directly into the monster’s giant eyeball.

Quickfeet stood in the middle of the dismantled road and had a twister rise around him. The hair-ripping wind collected debris from loosened road pavement, twisted building structures, and crushed cars and corpses. And all at once, Quickfeet summoned the collection to smack into the monster’s head.

Markus, Ghost, and Mad Gamer ran forward and readied their weapons, but were pushed back by another rush of wind. Quickfeet didn’t accidently hit them, but the rush of wind came this time from the monster. They looked up into the sky to see that freakishly enormous, purple bat wings had seemingly grown from the monster’s back out of nowhere.

This beast used the wings as cover and painlessly blocked John’s ray. John couldn’t hold the beam any longer anyways. Wings covering its face, the monster sprinted at John. Balto-Boy, who now flew in his Demonic form, was trying in futility to stop the monster by firing aura shots as big as he could make them.

“GAH DAMMIT, JOHN! GET OUTTA THERE!!!”

John, being the stubborn fighter that he was, stayed there to charge up another large shot. He wasn’t even close when the beast trampled over the building on which he stood. But another Brawler was saved by the skin of his teeth. Before the monster actually reached John, a flying blur of yellow swooped in and snatched John out of danger. In the sky, Swordkill flew on his Nimbus cloud, grasping John with his free arm.

“John, you know better than that!” Swordkill said to him.

“It was just a brain fart! Not gonna happen again!” John replied.

Swordkill, chainsaw sword spinning, was circling back to face the monster when it did something new. At this point, all of the Brawlers were charging to destroy this thing. The monster had the palms of its hands across from one another. In between its fingers, a large blob the size of the monster’s head formed.

Balto-Boy stopped flying immediately and hovered, as did Swordkill on his cloud. The Brawlers on the ground stopped dead in their tracks, watching to see what the monster was doing. They all watched in anticipation as the beast’s blob was growing and growing.

And there was an odd noise. The blob disintegrated into blobby sections and shot at the Brawlers around the road. Some swore as they dived out of the way of the blobs’ trajectory. These blobs, however, weren’t just projectiles.

Markus was curious enough to step closer to the projectile that headed towards him once it sat on the ground. It was once a flying ball of supposed-doom, but now looked like an inky purple puddle that just sat there. Markus cautiously stepped closer to the blob closest to him. His steps were slow and many-a-time, he had the instinct to run. Just to be safe, Markus held his glove up to ready it.

The blob then moved. Subtle at first, but it moved again. And again. Markus leaped back and aimed his glove at the blob.

Markus watched the blob form. The middle of it morphed and reached to the sky. It spread out, and the blob shaped itself... into body parts: arms, legs, a torso, and a head. Markus was too dumbfounded to move as he watched the blob take shape. Once it finished, Markus could’ve sworn he was looking into a trick mirror.

The blob morphed to form a purple, gooey clone of Markus.

At first, the two stared at one another, not moving. Markus was staring dumbly with his mouth hanging open; the clone didn’t have a mouth... or eyes. Its featureless face, though, was focused on Markus’s shocked complexion.

Markus was distracted when clangs sounded in the air. A quick glance showed that Swordkill was flying around frantically, involved in a chainsaw-sword fight with a clone Swordkill on top of a cloned Nimbus cloud.

A look behind him showed two Grimscotts leaping and dancing as they swung scythes at each other.

Balto-Boy clawed and punched at a Balto-Boy clone that lurched on him in the air.

Two Quickfeets had their heads pressed against each other, each running as fast as they could to bust through the other. The unbelievable amounts of wind caused as a result were toppling buildings.

Markus looked back at his clone. It still faced him as it did before. In a sudden burst, the clone’s arms raised up. A mouth formed out of nowhere, top and bottom joined by strings of sticky goo. The clone shouted some sort of shrill war cry at Markus. The call sounded like a squealing tire, gargling, and the clearing of phlegm in someone’s throat mixed into one loud yell.

The clone raised its left hand up and it glowed in fire. Markus raised his gauntlet up, too, but was a bit late on the reaction. All Markus saw before the sudden black out was the giant orange-yellow glow of an explosion.

[Zarth]

jaw dropping!

I MUST READ MORE! I dont care if im in it, I just want to read more! ;D

[Grimscott]

Nov 23, 2008 2:25:49 GMT -5 Zarth said:

jaw dropping!

I MUST READ MORE! I dont care if im in it, I just want to read more! ;D

Thaaaaat. Good jorb, Balto.

[madvideogamer]

Woah, that's awesome.

[llllllllllll]

whats with the japanese symbols?

[Grimscott]

Nov 23, 2008 2:50:40 GMT -5 @madvideogamer said:

Woah, that's awesome.

Hey, Furious Haberdasher would totally win! >:c

[The Omnipresence]

If it was me I would have just constantly bombed the city till Illidon died, then nuked it for good measure. Then Ion Cannon it just to be safe.

[Hat Salesman]

You're not mad that he called your kilt a SKIRT?

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH GRIMSCOTT

[Grimscott]

Nov 23, 2008 13:29:09 GMT -5 Hat Salesman said:

You're not mad that he called your kilt a SKIRT?

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH GRIMSCOTT

I ate her liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

In any case, I'm not going to bother with this. Just too tired of it.

[Balto-Boy]

Nov 23, 2008 13:29:09 GMT -5 Hat Salesman said:

You're not mad that he called your kilt a SKIRT?

*re-reads*

Holy fuck, I can't believe I did that.....

[Deleted]

Oh wow Balto!! ;D

You have out done yourself!
I just love how you described the clones!
I can't wait for the next chapter dude!

[Zarth]

I demand the 3rd chapter now! lol

[madvideogamer]

2nd chapter*

[Zarth]

Nov 24, 2008 18:45:00 GMT -5 @madvideogamer said:

2nd chapter*

W/e

[Balto-Boy]

Chapter 2: Bull Run

“Markus is down!” Ghost shouted as he turned to the Markus clone. On the pavement, smoldering and flesh scarred, Markus laid motionless. Ghost looked directly to the Markus clone and fired eye lasers in rapid succession. Lasers tore at the Markus clone and pierced holes in its frame.

As Ghost fired, another set of eye lasers hit him in the side of the head and knocked him to the ground. Ghost looked up and saw his clone about to unleash a barrage on him. Ghost rolled away just in time. A quick kick to the chest pushed back Ghost’s clone a step. Ghost used the distraction to charge up a shot and fire. The blast was big enough to blow off the clone’s head.

But the clone was still moving. The clone lost about 6 inches from its original height, but it was able to regenerate its head. It fired a shot just as large back at Ghost, who flew back and slammed into a building as a result. The clone was quick to run after Ghost.

Grimscott was still dodging and swiping at her clone. Nearby, Wheeljack was locked in his own aerial battle. Grimscott shot her head towards the ground to dodge a blade swipe (which cut off a bit of hair). Her own cut with her blade sliced the Grimscott clone in half. Its upper-body plopped to the ground and its waist and legs fell backward. Grimscott relaxed and stood up straight to admire her victory.

But she was soon back in the fight. The top half of her dismembered clone grew legs. The lower half grew a torso. Each one was able to produce its own scythe. Now Grimscott had to fight against two child-like versions of herself.

Two Quickfeets still pressed their foreheads against one another. The original Quickfeet eventually gave way and let the clone’s rush of air fling him backwards. Quickfeet planted his feet on the ground and skidded to a halt on the broken pavement. He turned to Mad Gamer, who had just managed to back his own clone away with a bash from the portal gun.

“Son of a bitch!” Quickfeet yelled in aggravation. “How the hell do we kill-”

The huge monster’s stomping foot kept Quickfeet from finishing his question. A crater formed around the giant’s feet as he roared down to the squished cockroach under its foot.

“Better question,” Mad Gamer shouted somewhat-rhetorically. “How the hell do we kill THAT thing?!”

A familiar “twa-ting” noise sounded in the air directly above Mad Gamer. Somehow, the clone of Mad Gamer had the ability to form portals in the air. Mad Gamer could react before his clone appeared and smeared Mad Gamer into the ground with the muzzle of its portal gun. It leaped to the cringing Mad Gamer’s side and then used its gun as a golf club to smack the original Mad Gamer away, skipping him across the road like a stone across a lake.

Mad Gamer stopped when he met the back of another Brawler. Balto-Boy lurched forward a bit when Mad Gamer hit him and looked back a moment, but was soon in fighting position. Along side of Balto-Boy, John was also in a fighting position. He, too, looked back to Mad Gamer before getting back to fighting position. Balto-Boy and John had readied themselves against the Balto-Boy, John, Markus, and Quickfeet clones. Now Mad Gamer was ready to hold them and his clone off with them.

Balto-Boy reached over and grabbed John’s hoodie to place John in front of him. John looked back with an accusing look, but realized what he was doing when Balto-Boy’s glove glowed in a robin’s egg blue light.

Balto-Boy’s entire frame started to glow. Veins buldged through his fur, his eyes opened wide and started to water, his pressed teeth started to leak spit, his nostrils flared in stress. Altogether, it formed a bit of a constipated look.

“Hold them off for me!” Balto-Boy pleaded painfully. John nodded in approval and turned back just in time to fire a multi-colored beam at his own clone. Mad Gamer, on the other side, was battling his clone in a make-shift sword fight (only with the portal guns).

One blast from John knocked his clone back. After that, John quickly turned and blasted away the Markus clone. John then fired rapid laser shots from one hand at the Quickfeet clone to back it away, then knocked it back too with a laser blast from the other hand. At this time, the Balto-Boy clone had gotten a bit close, but Mad Gamer turned to bash it away by swinging his portal gun, but had to act quick to hold off his own clone.

All this time, Balto-Boy squirmed, stressed, and flexed while this blue light formed around him. He had now started to grow feathery, white wings from his shoulder blades, though they were tiny. Mad Gamer had just bashed away Balto-Boy’s clone when Balto-Boy exploded in an array of blue light for a split second.

Once it cleared, Balto-Boy had changed. His ears had gone from perky to drooping, his jeans were swapped for rags covering his waist, his eyes were seemingly closed, his smile looked like a sideways-number 3, gigantic wings had sprouted out of his back, and he gained a second aura glove on his left hand. All of these were the characteristics of Angelic Balto.

Angelic Balto-Boy spun to get in front of John. Quick as a cheetah, Balto-Boy ran to slap the Balto-Boy clone in its face. As the clone started to turn back to Balto-Boy, quickly fired attacks stopped the clone from moving: punch, kick, uppercut, backhand, roundhouse, aura blast.

Soon after the Balto-Boy clone disappeared, the Markus and John clones ran at Balto-Boy. Balto-Boy darted up in the air with his newly-acquired wings, but dropped back down like a ton of bricks to slam his opponents into the road.

Meanwhile, John struggled to stay up as the Quickfeet clone was darting back and forth to land punches without John being able to react. Mad Gamer pressed his gun against his clone’s to hold it off. Mad Gamer managed to push it away and jumped a bit in the air. He floated as dozens of bicycle-like kicks bashed in the clone’s featureless head. Mad Gamer finally landed a final blow with both feet kicking at the same time. Now he concerned himself with John’s fight.

Mad Gamer looked up and fired a blue portal to land at the top floor of a tall building. The second, orange portal landed a couple inches in front of a beaten and bruised John. Mad Gamer was able to time it so that the Quickfeet clone fell into the second portal and plummet from the top of the 1000-foot building. Mad Gamer ran to John and helped him up.

“Quick John!” Mad Gamer said as he pointed to the falling Quickfeet clone. “Get a laser on him!”

John grunted in agreement, and limped to a run in order to stand directly beneath the Quickfeet clone. He looked up to the clone as it fell from directly above, and John charged a beam just as big as the first he launched against the giant monster.

“Fuck you...”

Nothing escaped John’s colossal shot. It went way on past the Quickfeet clone, and it’s rumored that the laser was able to escape the planet’s atmosphere. From John’s stance, he could see the black shadow of the Quickfeet clone evaporate before his eyes.

Soon after, however, John and Mad Gamer fell over under the weight of a gigantic sweep of wind from the flap of giant wings. The monster had rushed over the road, giving chase to Angelic Balto-Boy (who has been able to hold his own against a number of clones). Balto-Boy looked over in time and jetted upward to dodge the original swoop. Balto-Boy got a few shots off from his aura gloves, but the monster was immediately on his tail and chasing him throughout the sky above in super-sonic flight.

At the crumbling base of one tall building, Ghost was in a bit of trouble. His clone held the bleeding Ghost up by his throat, unloading punch after punch after punch into his face, observing as teeth and blood spat out of his mouth. The clone eventually let his grip off of Ghost, and watched him as he hit the ground.

Ghost spat out more blood, and started to crawl away from his enemy. His clone stood and watched, almost mockingly. But as Ghost was staggering on all fours, his clone took a step to him. It brought up a leg, and plowed it into Ghost’s back. Ghost howled out in pain, and then was silent. The clone bent over to him and turned him to his back. Ghost’s battered face looked into the blank one on the clone. It watched with invisible eyes as Ghost reached up for his goggles... and he slipped them off. The clone simply looked on and cocked its head, like a clueless dog. Behind Ghost’s goggles, were some evil-looking eyes: red slits with dark flames bordering them. Even as Ghost’s eyes grew red in a blinding light, the clone did nothing.

From hundreds of miles in the sky, Balto-Boy saw the huge, red dome of energy that brought down the entire skyscraper next to it. He was entranced for a moment by the light, looking down as he flew forward blindly. The monster took this to his advantage.

A thunderous clap had sounded from the monster’s hands coming together on top of Balto-Boy. Now, the winged Brawler plummeted to the ground, gradually changing back to his original form in silence. Balto-Boy hit the ground hard; hard enough to dent the the pavement to create a Balto-Boy-sized crater. Balto-Boy rubbed his back and sat up.

“Grah.... fuggin ADHD...”

Balto-Boy shook his head to clear his mind. His eyes squeezed shut as he rubbed his sore forehead. Balto-Boy let his eyes open and heard more wind. He looked up just in time to see the monster simply fall on him.

This purple, demonic behemoth stood back up after crushing the tiny little puppy. It held its arms high in the sky and yelled. In an instant, the blobby clones were jumping from the ground and merging into the monster’s skin. Swordkill, flying away from his clone, was distracted by this. He looked back to see his clone disappear, stayed looking out of wonder, and wasn’t paying attention when he crashed into a leaning skyscraper. Swordkill smacked it, he slid along the wall to the ground, and the Nimbus cloud unknowingly kept flying without him.

The monster let the clones soak into his skin. Those Brawlers that were still conscience looked up to the beast and foolishly waited for its next move. After the monster had absorbed all of the clones, it flexed and leaned its raised arms toward its back. Lightning quick, the monster brought its hands to the ground. Disaster soon struck.

The shockwave reached and leveled a quarter of Brawl City. The road disintegrated in giant chunks of asphalt, the handful of buildings still standing gave way immediately as the shockwave passed them; Brawlers, conscience or not, were blown away to fly through crumbling building pieces. All was deathly silent, except for the loud “thoom” that echoed as the shockwave blazed on.

The monster uncurled its back to stand upright, looking on expressionless to admire its handiwork. It saw buildings in the distance topple upon themselves, kicking up clouds of dust the size of the monster itself. Satisfied, this bringer of destruction unfurled its wings, leaped up in the sky, and flew deeper into the city, giving off that odd cry that accompanied it.

“EEEEELLLLLL-UUUUUUHHHHH-DOOOOOOOOON!!!!”

The cry repeated itself as it flew off and away. Miles away, it landed in an untouched section of the humongous city. Though a hundred miles away, this creature seemed as large and ghastly as it did at the battle site. There, the monster brought over more and more buildings.

At the battle site, the dust finally cleared. In a 30-mile radius, nothing was left standing. All that remained were chunks of brick and concrete varying in sizes, so much so that the busted roads weren’t even visible. A pile of concrete shifted. From underneath, Mad Gamer brought the strength to push the pile aside, so he could witness the devastation for himself.

Mad Gamer’s gaping wounds didn’t concern him at the moment. His gaze was affixed on the pile of crumbled city around him. He looked all around, breathing deeply and mouth agape, to absorb the image of this destroyed terrain. Destruction was so great, that the sky no longer held its typical blue. The dust filtered the sky’s light, and now it appeared as a rusty, dirty orange.

“Holy hell...” Mad Gamer muttered to himself. “This is messed up.”

Mad Gamer’s view turned enough so he could see a human head bobbing along from behind a rubble pile. He took his portal gun and raced over to the moving thing to see what was happening. The human head belonged to John. He was shaking Grimscott -whose upper-body was all that protruded from the rubble- in an effort to awake him. Mad Gamer pretty much ignored the blood that covered John all over... and the fact that he had a part of his scalp peeling away, flapping on his head like a banana peel.

“John!” Mad Gamer breathed. John looked to Mad Gamer momentarily, but kept on shaking Grimscott. His rude shakes lessened when Grimscott stirred, and he eventually let her lay asleep. John stood and looked to Mad Gamer.

“John...” Mad Gamer breathed again. “We gotta stop this thing...”

“Yeah, I know. Got any ideas?”

Mad Gamer looked over to the black outline of the rampaging creature in the distance. John’s gaze soon followed.

“I don’t have a clue...” Mad Gamer said without looking away.

John looked on to the monster along with Mad Gamer. He didn’t advert his gaze when he spoke, either.

“We... we’re gonna need everyone for this.”

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Oh snap, this is about to turn even more interesting!

[Zarth]

AWESOME!