[center][h2][color=696969]The Overlord - Roanapur[/color][/h2][/center]

How pitiful, both of these humans and insects. As the two groups clashed into each other, it was apparent that his slaves were decimated by the initial clash. The ones that survived could only last for so long, he imagined that they would only last for just a few more seconds until they are overpowered by the man-sized bugs. The Overlord imagined that these slaves would have a variety of strange weaponry that he had seen inside of that tavern, but they merely had weapons that could only take on other humans, not the type of monsters they were facing, pathetic. If the Overlord had minions than he would be easily winning this fight, with proper strategy anyone could win with those things! The Reds would stay close to him, burning the entire group alive with their hell fire, the Browns would keep the things in one place, the Greens would make easy work while they are distracted by the Browns, and the Blues would be used when necessary for revival. Though, now he only had two slaves left fighting, both about to be munched upon by these insects. The Overlord lifted his weapon into the air, the Apocalyptor, and smashed it into the cookie road with immense force, cracks reaching the horde of insects in front of him. Good grief.

Finishing off the rest of his slaves, the bugs turned to the nearest source of food, the Overlord. Hissing in unison, they charged at the lone man, some running upon their legs while others flew into the sky to get an aerial advantage. The Overlord merely hefted his mace back onto his shoulder, watching as the horde was gaining ground on him. What a drag, having to fight all of these creatures alone will be rather challenging, but the Overlord can survive. His eyes scanning the placement of both the ground and air units, he raised his hand almost as if was holding an invisible wine glass, and it soon sparked in flames once again. It was time for some mayhem. The ground ahead of him started to burn, the flame inside of his hand growing in intensity, and the edible road soon started to melt. The Overlord waited for just a few moments, waiting for the maximum carnage before his eyes narrowed, and he closed his hand extinguishing the flame. Burn.

The melting ground started to expand upwards, large bubbles forming underneath the horde as they continued to charge with their one-track mind. However, it would seem that the insects would have to focus on something else rather than food for what else is to come. Just as the thought passed through the Overlord's mind, the bubbles popped. A roaring flame of fire burst from the ground! The pillar of hell reaching to the sky, burning the aerial units from above as it continued to reach its way to heaven. With flames so intense, the insects that were lucky enough to find themselves under the blast were almost melted instantly, granting a painless death from the gracious Overlord. The pillar continued to raise into the sky, the Overlord straining to keep the fire up until his body could no longer support such a construct. He unclenched his fist, the pillar of flame dissipating into the crisp air. He almost bent down on one knee from the tiring activity, but he managed to stay up on his feet, the Overlord doesn't bow down to exhaustion until he is dead. So, using his mace as a cane to rest upon, he looked upon the destruction that he had brought upon. The melted streets, the burning buildings, and the goo that was left by the melted carcasses. It had been awhile since the Overlord has had to use such a momentous ability, and has he rested upon his mace, he thought about how he needed to reach Gnarl somehow. Even the most powerful required help, and his help involved an entire army of minions.

So, the Overlord made his was down the street. He slowly made his way over to his throne made up of food, but it seemed it was undisturbed since the bugs were focusing on the human bodies rather than the food. He plopped himself upon the throne, he heard several cracks beneath his weight, but it seemed to hold up. Both of his arms rested upon the sides, his legs spread apart as his head was staring at a wall. He almost sighed, it wasn't the same without slaves around to boss around or plan for his next conquest... This sucked. 

He spent a good couple of minutes resting his body, his mind blank as there was nothing really interesting to around the deserted area. A familiar sound echoed through the city, it was... Screams. Yes, yes... Screaming at one of the loudest levels were being blasted through the area. Well, might as well check it out. The Overlord raised from his throne, the city seemed to be in pain from somewhere inside of the city, he wondered if it was from one of those crater people... It had to be, and he wondered how powerful they must be as well. The Overlord started to move with his slightly more energized body, making his way towards the location of screams and rumbling.  

[center][h2][color=a0410d]Krieg - Mahora[/color][/h2][/center]

Krieg continued to fire, a mania filling his mind with explosions and bloodshed. He continued to fire without a care, firing rocket after rocket exploding the bugs in the sky. However, it seemed that everyone else had their own special abilities to fight such creatures as well! Some people pulled out impressive weaponry, blasting into the sky with their weapons or slicing into the horde. The Voice was getting confused, all of this chaotic fighting was getting out of hand as everyone contributed to the bloodshed with their very own fighting styles, and keeping track of all of them was just getting confusing! Krieg merely was just laughing off all of this insanity, he was used to this kind of things! Violence was something that he craved for, and he was getting it in full force by all of these bugs! Though, all goods things must come to an end sadly enough, the constant slaughter of insects seemed to trim the numbers quite a bit! It was kind of seen as most of them were dead on the ground, their twitching corpses filling the ground in front of them... Aw man.

Krieg groaned in frustration as the horde seemed to be missing from the sky, only individual insects were soaring through the area, but his shotgun could never reach such a target at this distance! The Psycho smashed his hand into the corpse of the Tacodile, apparently, he was still inside of the creature! Huh. The thing was smelling quite rotten now, these food creatures seemed to decay faster than normal animals, and Krieg being covered in all of this stinky juice was not helping him out. So, he pulled himself out of the soggy lettuce. Landing on the ground below, stretching his unused legs during the battle. Though, his eyes did see something that intrigued him. It seemed to be a girl, and the Voice was impressed as well. "Damn. Look at that, Salvador would kill for a weapon like that! Two double-barrelled Gatling guns." The Voice exclaimed. Krieg's interest was piqued. 

"Who made that gun!?" Krieg yelled out as he made his way over to Yukine.