Even as Ozzy zipped around, slashing at the nanobots, 5 simply stood still, waiting. Several cuts appeared in the host of nanobots, but then Ozzy made a mistake. For in his arrogance, he had believe himself to be indetectable, he had believed himself immortal. Fool as he was, he had even stopped, revealing himself, forgetting that 5 was a threat even here. For regardless of his physical form, 5 could sense Ozzy's soul, the very essence of his being, moving around at high speeds. His speeches, his foolishness, it was unimportant. "You believe this to be your master plan, your attack upon the followers of Omega?"

In an instant, the entire Soular power of 5 was focused into a single instant, a burst of energy finely tuned, controlled with a precision unimaginable to lesser users. Everything was put into speed, all of his power. For a moment, 5's entire being WAS speed, he had redirected his very purpose into moving rapidly. A wave moved outwards, like thunder through the air, interrupting Ozzy's speech even as he had intended to move into the offensive. In that instant, in that blink of an eye, 5 had crossed the distance between them. Then and there, 5 had reached speeds far beyond even Ozzy's maximum, even here. 

5 raised a hand, and simply tapped Ozzy on the forehead.

Surprise. Surprise that 5 had reached such speeds, crushing his concept of invulnerability in this realm of his. But even more surprise that he had not been harmed. It was typical foolishness - by focusing his entire being into speed 5 had sacrificed all offensive power. At that point, after that movement, he could not have killed a fly, much less perform any meaningful damage to Ozzy.

But the surprise was all that he needed.

The overwhelming surprise that had flooded Ozzy's thoughts for a mere moment was tinged, of course, with caution, anger, reassurance found in arrogance.... there was no such thing as perfect surprise. It was no gateway into the perfect synchronisation that would lead to Ozzy's immediate demise. "This is not your grand plan. You would fail, but I would fail to kill you. You would seek help, gathering resources from your infernal brethren, and even resorting to dealing with Bob. You would make pacts with the Chosen, and you would support them into defeating us. You would mastermind it all, saving the universe and reaping a benefit at once."

Souls connected, as every one of the souls Ozzy carried with him was drawn into a resonance with 5's host of interconnected souls. That one instant had provided a fracture in his mental armour, an opportunity. For just a moment, he had been vulnerable, and the resonance that followed rapidly restored 5's spent energy. "It would all come to pass. As such, we have altered our plans from before. This time, we will eliminate you prematurely."

Lightning blasted over Ozzy's skin, as his inner organs were assaulted, blood spewing from every orfice. But he would survive. This was his realm, here he was nearly indestructible. Even with 5 recharging, and pouring power into Ozzy. Even with his suit covering itself in his blood, he wouldn't fall. And the chances of such an opportunity presenting itself was small. 

With an explosive roar, the wall of Hell shattered. And through it, stepped a small train of individuals. Cloaked in power, each of them an individual on-level with 5. In front stood Cosmos, already shifting through and countering the hundreds of enchantments that made up this reality. And behind him stood the remaining members of the Omegans, power already gathering.

They would burn Hell to the ground, and rip apart the very fabric of this world.