[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/FvM8cC2.png[/img][/center] [b][u][center]???[/center][/u][/b] One by one the Pride’s attacks rang out, assailing the Dream Eater relentlessly and causing its body to quiver and quake from each new attack. For all of its efforts to withstand the Pride’s beleaguering strikes, to unleash a new, horrifying assault, they rose up again, refusing to bow down and give in to fear anymore. The Dream Eater’s nightmares… its attempts at giving birth to the Pride’s deepest, more hated fears and worries were being resisted. A wave of hope and fierce determination grew amongst the Pride… and it wouldn’t be tamed. But as for the Dream Eater… he wasn’t stopped either. Despite the Pride’s resistance, this was his domain, his forte. The Pride were able to use their imaginations to take control of their dreamscape and fight back, but this was the Dream Eater’s world. He was the Master here, and it didn’t matter how much hope these petulant children had, because now… now he had anger. The Dream Eater’s right leg scraped backwards through the sea, coming to a stop as it poised and steadied its body. The bonds holding it in place were severed as quickly as they formed, and the attacks that struck against its body relentlessly, from Moira’s sword swings to Lisette’s arrow attacks and Aria’s whirlwind of blade attacks were now all completely deflected by a transparent shield that would flare up in a honeycomb made of prisms at the point the attacks would try to pierce, each one sent rebounding backwards and returned to their owners. One claw snatched the fluffy hat that was used to obscure its vision and destroyed it, obliterating it from existence. It looked back at the Pride, and rearing its mouth wide open, a white light emitted from its maw that streaked across the landscape in a wide arc, creating explosions after explosions. The world turned and shifted. Despite Dylan’s creations, the world began to turn dark again. Jagged spikes erupted from the ground, with the intent of piercing and stabbing the Guilders from below. Each shot out with frightening speed, ready to impale before any could react- However each of the spikes most deadly aimed at the Pride were shattered before they could reach. Sliced and diced at the base into a myriad of pieces, a flaming figure appeared next to each member of the Pride, a swordswoman with flowing red hair and a burning sword. In the centre of the group, standing determinedly atop the remains of the Clocktower, Estelle’s eyes slowly opened. [img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] She would protect her friends no matter what. ----- [b]Meanwhile…[/b] [i]Trixie gave chase after the walking superhero, the sea of goop beneath her pitter-pattering like shallow puddles. "Superbro!" she called, waving at him. "Our dreams are real here! You know what this means, right!?"[/i] [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] Don looked back, a small smile growing across his lips, and a playful wink being given back to the Little Missy. He knew exactly what this meant. His head lifted up, looking into the sky. A deep breath exhaled from his lips, and his body began to slowly fall backwards, his knees bending into a seating position. And it began to form. Stopping in midair, a seat made of leather materialised from Don’s rear, joining to a body of smooth, black metal, as long curved metal rods formed from his hands, joining the rest of the object being created in Don’s mind. Growing from the framework was a rumbling engine, exhaust pipes, fumes and tires. A motorbike. But the growing didn’t stop there. The bike began to rise, as more pieces of machinery, wiring and metal began to extend outwards, constantly shifting and growing, bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Those of the Pride closest to him could only watch in disbelief, their necks craning back as they looked up, and up, and up. Would… would it ever stop growing?! Eventually it did, and the finished result… there were no words for it. Amy facepalmed. A giant, hulking robot, as tall as the Dream Eater was, stood ready to face it. However, this was no ordinary robot, oh no. This gigantic mech was shaped entirely like Don, from his leather jacket and shades to the largest metal pompadour in the world. A giant Don mech. Estelle stared at it in amazed bewilderment, stars sparkling in her eyes. The Don mech spun and gyrated, kicking its massive leg out (and spraying the black goop of a sea out for miles around) before thrusting its giant metallic groin out with a swipe of its arm, outstretched a robotic finger, pointed directly at the Dream Eater. Within the Don Mech's neon glowing cockpit residing in its head, Don's pulled out from his jacket pocket a pair of shades, and placed them over his eyes, as streams of data appeared across the monitor in front of him, the canopy beyond showing the giant Dream Eater now at head height. Don's hand tightly gripped onto the controls, revving it over and over, his feet lifting up and down off the pedals. It was time to get serious. [center][b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPUPrXgD7-U]IT’S ON[/url][/b][/center]