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Sighing, Viral turned to the tiny human. He wasn't dead yet? He soon would be. Small humans should know better than to make boasts they couldn't keep. Even if he had somehow evaded his laser and messed with his targetting equipment, this small figure was in no place to make demands from him. "Allow me to demonstrate your error here." Viral once more activated his laser, red energy gathering into his helmet as he aimed it downwards. Although his aim might be off, the sheer size of the explosion would erase most of the enemies around him. Even his armour would take some damage from this attack if he set it off around his feet, but there was no way he could miss the ground, and none of his enemies would be able to survive this. He could find a new army afterwards, most of them had been weak anyway. Enki alone was more muscle than he would ever need, and others could always be forced into submission.

Suddenly, a blast of high-powered flame slammed into the focusing ring atop Enki's helmet. The creature took a step back as the energy gathering there destabilized. A shifting burst of raw energy shot into the sky, narrowly missing Firebrand as Enki stumbled backwards. Viral hissed, a giant mechanical hand clutching at the broken ring. They would pay for this! He shifted position, before suddenly dropping to one knee, one of his legs paralyzed. He'd been too distracted by the puny human to notice another human crawling up his leg, somehow damaging his synthetic muscles along the way. Suddenly, he was also on FIRE, which he hadn't seen coming, and which no doubt at least forced the human to get off.

"You insignificant little..." Not bothering to finish the sentence, Viral reached around, several more slots opening as he aimed a barrage of Kunai and missiles at the little neon-haired pest. Then his other leg gave out, a beam of bright red energy slamming into the hip joint and melting the armour into the circuitry. Enki was forced down, the immense mech leaning on one hand, both of it's legs compromised. It could still move most of them, but they lacked the strength to support the mech's weight. There was a moment of frenzied movement as the Mech tried to get back on it's damaged legs, or at least in a more tenable position, crushing pretty much anything near it unintentionally. However, once Viral realized the extent of the damage it merely sat back against a building, finally coming to a halt.

Slowly, the mouth of the mech opened. Viral himself stepped out, sighing. Blood ran down his side from where he had stabbed himself, blood ran down his face from a head wound, caused by one of the many crashes he had been forced to endure. From his back he drew a long bladed weapon, a modified cleaver designed for combat. He stared down the small group of individuals who had been responsible for getting him into this position, gripping his weapon tightly. His army had been wiped out, and yet his enemies still stood. A single old rat still fought for him, boldly declaring his challenge to the skeleton face. It mattered not to Viral. He had accepted his fate. His supposed immortality could not protect him from the clutches of death, merely ward him. It would not be enough for the fight to come.

A clawed finger ran along his forehead, wiping in the blood, before Viral licked it off. Smiling, as if appreciating the taste of it, he brandished the weapon in front of him, stepping down from the mech's mouth to stand before his enemies. "Very well then. It appears you have bested me. So let us see how many humans I can kill before I go down." With these words Viral leaned down and dashed forward, aiming for the necromancer. Midway he would jump in the air, throwing a kunai he had kept in his other hand at the blue-haired human before closing into melee with the necromancer, seeking to bury at least one before his time was up.