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The Puppet's strike lands, as Bahamut is knocked into the air. His blade shattered, his magic weakened. He floated in midair, his wings of fire preventing him from falling. He further responded with a rapid kick that sent the puppet through a number of walls, the shockwave of it cracking the nearby stone. Bahamut's physical strength was inferior only to Toguro and Alucard, and even then not by much. He was a God of War, and his blows made it clear that he was not to be underestimated under any circumstances. 

Of course, even such formidable feats could not protect him as Bug rushed at him through the flames. He fired a number of beams of plasma to little effect, before closing in for close combat. Bug's first fist smashed through Bahamut's guard, his fury-enhanced strength overpowering even the Dragon Emperor. However, the second blow was simply redirected. Caught at the wrist, Bug was sent smashing face first into the stone floor, quickly followed by a palm blow to the back that generated a crater the size of a small house. In his rage Bug had found strength and speed, and his durability allowed him to tank even Bahamut's immense strength. However, anger clouded the mind. And Bahamut was quite literally a God of Martial Arts.

Of course, he now found himself facing two dangerous opponents. Bug, with an immensely dangerous stat boost. As well as the mysterious Puppet creature, that drained his magic with every touch. It was clear that exhaustion was beginning to show, as well as a number of small wounds slowing him down. Even Bahamut could not fight off this many opponents for this long.


"Prepare for everything you've ever loved to be destroyed. I would offer you to join us, but even if I were to explain the situation to you, I do not believe you would abandon your allies. Simply take my advice, and hide in the deepest corners of the Multiverse you can find. Because the thing that's coming? It's going to make us look like puppies by comparison."

Killroy rushed at Cosmos, utilizing telportation to dodge in between the other fighters in the area. Even as Cosmos was grabbed, he smiled, knowing he had already avoided danger. Killroy was potentially the most dangerous person present, to him. For killroy was independent of magic, besides his secret weapon. And the blades and guns the cyborg had been equipped with were more than enough to inflict lethal damage to this body. But in choosing to go for a holding technique, he had failed to realize the importance of a quick kill, thus dooming himself.

Cosmos focused, as he felt the metal around him. Felt it's properties, it's capabilities. The vast potential for electromagnetism it possessed. He simply reached in and controlled it, manipulating it as he did all aspects of reality. The pieces began to conflict, reject one another, as their newly generated magnetic fields repulsed one another. Telekinesis, in effect. And yet, far more energy efficient than the brute application of physical force. Even more efficient when Cosmos chose to reroute the electricity flowing in Killroy's arms for this very purpose. To all outsiders, it seemed as if Killroy's arms simply blew themselves apart, launching shrapnel in every direction that Cosmos did not currently occupy.

Of course, this act required intense concentration, and so left him vulnerable from the front. A vulnerability that would be covered by Kihaku, as she emerged from the shadows below Nathan. Arms etended in bladed claws, she struck upwards, the blades attempting to pierce his thick hide. The blows carried a highly powered Soular Charge, ripping at his internal organs and the very core of his being. Furthermore, the constantly shifting shadows would attempt to surround him, to ensnare him. To cover his entire body. No physical attack could hurt Kihaku, and it seemed like there was little hope for removing her as she shadows creeped over his skin. Forming a prison of liquid darkness that would crush his body, all the while ripping at his very essence.

The Voidwalker judged the baby to be a problem. She would quite probably continue blasting the area, and Voidwalker did not have the time nor the attention to redirect the point-blank blasts. As such, she simply dumped the baby somewhere on the other side of the Multiverse. The cradle vanished, only to reappear on a dead world. No longer a problem, no longer an issue.

Bullets rushed at her, but they never reached her. It was as if there was a bubble around Voidwalker, and anything entering it was instantly teleported away. Tsubaki found herself struck by her own bullets repeatedly, soon discovering that using projectiles against someone with the capability to redirect projectiles was kind of a shitty idea. Of course, discovering this would already have cost her several bloody wounds. Whatever specialized ammo she had used, it was now her own problem to deal with.

Cosmos sighs, as he turns around. "Voidwalker. You have my permission to go all-out. I think it's time we reasserted the power of the Omegans. We were scattered, it's true. We've lost a few members. But we are quite literally the most capable warriors in all of reality, the best of the best, champions of the Multiverse." He chuckled at that last line, as the many binding seals covering Voidwalker's body begin flying off. The room seems to reverberate, space beginning to shift, as Voidwalker prepared to reveal her true power. "Did you really think you could defeat us? As we worked together? As one? Allow me to remind you of who you're dealing with."