Bolts of plasma flew, as the Voidwalker softly hovered amongst the fields of corpses. And yet, to her slightest whim, the battlefield was changed. Superheated bolts that boiled the air, ripping through the armies of the Forsaken, their souls dissolving as their physical bodies were incinerated. Nothing got near her, nothing touched her, as she simply teleported from place to place, all attacks being redirected against their allies.

Every member of the Omegans excelled at one class of magic, with the exception of Cosmos. Voidwalker had taken portals to the maximum, and her mere presence made mass combat pointless. The Forsaken did more harm than good, as walls of fireballs and laser beams ripped struck Eruka from the side - her own minions' munitions moved right beside her.

The giant dragon was torn in two, and from beneath it's fleshed spilled thousands of smaller dragons, forming a flock that blocked out the sun, circling above as they unleashed vast volleys of fireballs, which were then redirected and focused by Voidwalker into great beams of flame, annihilating city block-sized areas at a time. Even as Eruka was recovering from the hit, she felt the heat of such a beam forming above her, as she looked up to see a portal forming just above her head.

Bahamut directed his dragons from afar, but was not far from the conflict himself. With a roar true to his nature as a dragon-themed magician, he rushed towards the mysterious foe with the sword. Flaming wings extended from his back, as he drew a weapon of his own - a katana inscribed with a golden dragon. And even as he slashed forward - an elogent and efficient rapid strike, similar to the style employed by Japanese Samurai - the sword roared in unison with him.

Cosmos smiled, as he looked upon the battlefield. He did not mingle in the battle directly. To fight his opponents on equal ground was beneath one such as him, who had mastered the nature of magic itself. Instead, he focused on the powers of the Hellworld around him, as he began subtly interfacing with the magic woven into it's walls. A thousand souls, tortured and torn, their power moving towards Ozzy and powering him up. In his own realm, the Demon formed quite the threat. Of course, if that power were to be redirected to five, it would end the fight rather quickly...

Speaking of which, 5 was already crackling with Soular energy. Ozzy was a smart person, and he realized a superior opponent when he saw one. 5's power was an expert mingling of the Dark Side and Soular Manipulation, two arts focused on the same root. Honed to the point of danger, 5 was most likely one of the most dangerous beings in the Multiverse, deadly even by the standards of the Omegans. Speed, ranged offensive, melee offensive, skill, versatility... in each field 5 was a master.

Of course, that would be outside the Hellzone.

Lightning streaks past Ozzy, as he flashes forward at immense speed, blades already flashing as the nanobots are crushed and molten by repeated swipes. 5 moves back, a field of kinetic energy throwing Ozzy back only for a moment - delaying but dealing no severe damage. Anger and arrogance are measured - it was clear that expressing any singular emotion above all others would be his downfall. Here, he was faster than any other, and stronger even than 5. Even as feelings of anger or happiness attempted to encroach in his mind, he simply dismissed them, hardened by his shrewd self-consciousness. he was master of his emotions, not the other way around. And as he dashed forward once more, he could barely restrain from pirouetting around the clumsy strike towards his chest.