[center][h3][color=tan]Courier 6[/color] and [color=sandybrown]Jak &[/color] [color=darkorange]Daxter[/color] and [color=red]Cuphead![/color][/h3]
[b]Level8[/b] - (1/80) EXP (+4), [b]Level 5[/b] - (40/50) (+4), [b]Level 4[/b] - (4/40) (+4)
[b]Location:[/b] The End
[b]Word Count:[/b]873[/center]

That was that, then. The anti-material rifle was entirely out of ammunition until the Courier could find or craft some more, and the Ender Dragon (that damn pop-tart pooping rainbows) was still alive. While it was forced into the dirt and enveloped by that strange dark energy Jak sometimes made use of and then kamikazed by Donnie’s flying machine, the damn thing [i]still[/i] kept going despite incredibly grievous injuries. The Courier didn’t think he’d be of any more help from here on. His pistol and the Ratslayer rifle were too small caliber to deal meaningful damage to that beast, while his shotgun would require getting up close and personal. Even though his natural abilities put him at the absolute pinnacle of human durability, even though he had multiple cybernetic enhancements pushing him past that line… No thanks. He was a gambling man, but that wasn’t a gamble he was willing to take.

[color=darkorange]”JAK!”[/color] Daxter cried out, staring right into the explosion caused by Donnie’s machine. [color=darkorange]”I’m comin’ for ya, buddy! Please don’t be dead! I don’t wanna have to kick that monk’s ass for ya!”[/color]

Daxter hugged the side of the obsidian spire and slid downward. A few moments later and he touched the ground and took off in a frantic run until he came up to Jak, lying on the ground smoldering with burns all over his body. A cough indicated that Jak was still very much alive, but he wasn’t going to be participating in this fight anymore. 

[color=sandybrown]”Dax. Hey… Pal.”[/color]

[color=darkorange]”Save your energy, Jak! We’re not out of this yet!”[/color] the little ottsel pleaded, grabbing onto Jak’s hand. [color=darkorange]”HEY! ROBOT LADY! IF JAK DIES I’M HOLDING YOU JUST AS RESPONSIBLE!”[/color]

Using what strength he still had, Jak held out the morph gun to Daxter, still in its root rot form. [color=sandybrown]”Dax. It’s time… To be a hero.”[/color]

Daxter’s jaw literally hit the ground in shock. [color=darkorange]”ME?! You want ME to go running off after that friggin’ MONSTER and shoot it?!”[/color] He scratched his chin for a moment, contemplating. [color=darkorange]”I mean, on one hand we’re Jak AND Daxter. On the other hand, my name hasn’t been on any of our game titles since the first one.”[/color]

Jak gave a pained look of confusion as Daxter nodded his head. [color=darkorange]”Alright, you got it, buddy!”[/color] Daxter grabbed the morph gun, easily several times his size yet still somehow being capable of moving around and aiming with it like any normal sized person. He took off on all fours, the gun strapped to his back, until he closed some distance between himself and the dragon.

Meanwhile, Cuphead was busy rushing back into the thick of things entirely on his own with no plans and no backup amidst the chaos all around. He had initially started heading for Tora, knowing full well what the little guy meant as she ran around screaming “1 HP!” His help wasn’t necessary though, as Blazermate got there first and healed him before Tora’s unfortunate demise, which was for the best. Cuphead could bring the dead back to life, but only within a short window that got shorter every time it happened. Best to avoid such a situation altogether.

Instead he changed course for the dragon, firing his peashooter non-stop the whole way, peppering the drake with small energy bullets that did scratch damage. The damage could add up if given enough time, but the more important detail was how they added to Cuphead’s energy reserves. With a dash to avoid an acid glob and a leap into the air, Cuppy parried off another pink globule that went flying in his direction, adding another big burst of energy to his reserve. He felt it. He felt [i]strong.[/i] That attack was ready.

[color=red]”Gosh everyone, time to show off what I can do!”[/color] He flexed his arms, which sent a large bulge up along them like a bicep muscle, only to immediately deflate. He then began spinning in place, so fast that it held him aloft in the air! [color=red]”Tell me this ain’t the cat’s pajamas! Energy Beam!”[/color] A large beam of liquid blasted forth from Cuphead’s, well, cup head, straight into the dragon just after Hat Kid bounced off from her own attack! The beam held itself for a solid couple seconds, then Cuphead lost his momentum, the beam ended, and he landed back on the ground wiping his hands together.

As this was happening, a couple shots of root rot escaped the muzzle of the morph gun. They struck the dragon in the body, far away from the head where it would have any measurable effect, but that was enough. The gun began to beep, catching Daxter’s attention. He looked and saw that some sort of gauge had been filled up on it, a charge meter of sorts. [color=darkorange]”Looks like it’s Daxter who gets to try this out for the first time!”[/color] he grinned, pulling the trigger. The fully charged blast of the rot gun launched forward toward the dragon...