While Penny darted off to confront Osiris, the Stacys prepared to take on the other Oroses. However, true to her name, it was Oros the Swift who made the first move,
blinking transplacing herself with Stitch ‘Em Up Stacy. This left the startled zombie medic in the perfect position to receive the over-eager affections of Oros the Joyful.
“H-Holy freaking carotid artery!” Stacy yelped.
“That’s one heckin’ nosebleed!” Not wasting a moment, she conjured her medical kit and namesake floating needle and thread. Pulling an ice packet from the kit, she chucked it at the young woman rocketing towards her on twin jets of high pressure blood. Next, she sent her needle to tightly stitch the packet onto her “patient’s” nose, closing off the crimson torrent and, hopefully constricting their blood vessels enough to halt the hemorrhaging. In the event this “treatment” caused the airborne Oros to fall to the ground, Stacy would quickly move to catch her.
“Gotcha!” the medic declared with a grin.
“You’re in good hands, so just relax!” she reassured her patient, even as she squeezed the cold pack to apply additional pressure.
“This should work to stop the bleeding, but if it doesn’t, I’ll just use one of these crazy cool little lightsaber type dealies to cauterize it!” she added with a grin, holding up the instrument in question.
“But don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing! Also, did you know that the crazy cool medical name for nosebleeds is epistaxis?” the undead medic inquired.
“What helped me remember that when I had to take my exam was that it kinda sounds like ‘epic stacks’, like really heckin’ huge stacks of playing cards, and the word ‘card’ makes me think of ‘carotid artery’, which can cause posterior nosebleeds, like the one you probably got just now! Oh, and since I need to keep applying pressure to your nose for at least ten more minutes, would ya like to hear about all the various crazy cool references to nosebleeds in world language and culture while we wait?!” Meanwhile, Oros the Swift had appeared in the midst of four Stacys (namely Crystallis Stacy, Stampede Stacy, Staycee, and Esperverse Stacy), and promptly deployed a smoke bomb.
“What in tarnation?!” Stampede Stacy exclaimed, readying her lightning lasso to respond to an attack at a moment’s notice.
“W-Where’d everybody go…?” little Crystallis Stacy wondered.
“Did they lose their heads?” Esperverse Stacy asked as she scratched her head with the flat of her chainsaw.
“Worry not!” Staycee declared with a confident grin, raising Ectolionis, the legendary Scythe of Specters, high.
“My ghost pals aren’t bothered by this smoky stuff!” Indeed, the floating forms of the myriad conjured shades swirled through the obstructing clouds with impressive speed, seeking out and descending upon the Stacys’ most unwelcome visitor. Unfortunately, the smoke also prevented the Stacys from noticing the quartet of carnage sisters that were rapidly speeding toward them on their robotic steeds…
“OMG! I, like, totally love your animal ears and tail, girl!” Nomad Stacy told her opponent as she used her superlative martial arts skills to block Oros the Shrewd’s flurry of ladle strikes.
“They’re, like, suuuper adorbs! And you are, like, sooo rocking that giant backpack!” the self-proclaimed Kung Fu Corpse Girl added, before dropping down and delivering a Crazy Cool Kick to the provisioner’s tiny legs in an attempt to topple her over backwards.
“I, like, can’t even! Oh! Do you, like, play D&D by any chance?!” she inquired, while following up with a Crazy Cool Elbow Slam to the cute cook’s stomach.
“I was, like, suuuuper into it back in high school! I made this crazy cool Monk that could, like, shatter one of those stone golem guys in a single strike!”Towards the center of the battlefield, just beyond where Penny and Osiris clashed, the monstrous Oros the Savage rampaged towards where Tactical Triumvirate S.T.A.C.-Y. stood at the center of the Stacy Squad’s “formation”. Taking note of how the standard rounds of their Poly-Spectrumic Hybridium Assault Rifles were insufficient to truly harm the massive beast, the three bioroids leapt back in unison, mere seconds before the demonic creature crashed into their position with a mighty roar. Not wasting a moment on crude speech, the trio conducted a rapid threat assessment/response formulation via their mental link.
Greyite rounds possess insufficient potency to counteract target’s accelerated regenerative factor. Switching to Magentite/Saffronite coated Silverite/Obsidianite rounds for next firing solution. Engaging attack pattern Delta-Epsilon. Moving with preternatural agility and uncannily perfect synchronicity, the members of the tactical triumvirate positioned themselves at precise points around their monstrous foe and unleashed another withering hail of fire from their ultra-tech assault rifles. This time, the torrent of hybridium rounds penetrated much deeper into Oros the Savage’s tough hide, before exploding in bursts of searing, and highly corrosive, mystic flame, while also generating localized anti-magic fields in an effort to prevent any further regeneration around the points of impact.
“Hey, got any food for the rest of us?!” the smirking Saw Blade Stacy called to Oros the Inventive after the young woman with hidden eyes finished gulping down her hotdog.
“Cuz I totally forgot to order pizza!” The next instant, the punk-attired Ars Magi revved up her Gladius, the giant magitech chainsaw whirring to life as it was raised to clash with Lada’s nanotech great axe. It was a pity her Elementum was only truly effective when fighting Voids, Stacy reflected, but she knew that if anyone was creative enough to find a viable way to employ it against another Ars Magi, it was her.
On the other side of the battlefield, a second quartet of Stacys (in particular the “original” Stacy Stitches, Cyberslime Stacy, Staceella, and Storm Witch Stacy) were blasted into the air by a mighty jet of wind generated by Oros the Oracle, who followed that up with a volley of several swirling blades of razor-sharp cutting wind. While this attack had little effect on Cyberslime Stacy, it succeeded in slicing off one of Stacy Stitches’s patchwork arms.
“Woah! Someone should really think about issuing one of those weather advisory dealies!” the patchwork girl exclaimed.
“The fight’s barely started, and I already lost an arm!”“Don’t worry Stacy!” Cyberslime Stacy reassured her teammate as she rapidly extended one of her arms to whip out and attempt to grab the severed appendage.
“I’ll get it back for ya!”“Thanks, Stacy!” Stacy Stitches cheerfully called out to her slimy friend, completely oblivious to the fact that the gusty conditions were an
attack, rather than a natural weather phenomenon.
However, Staceella and Storm Witch Stacy, not being anywhere near as durable as their two companions, were in significantly greater danger. At least, they
should have been. As it happened, all the rapid midair spinning had caused Staceella to become quite dizzy, to the point that she was beginning to feel sick…
“H-Holy freaking crescents you guys…” Staceella stammered as she clutched her stomach.
“I-I think I’m g-gonna…”The next instant, the antenna-headed girl puked up a stream of tiny five-pointed stars. Of course, these weren’t stars at all but hundreds of shimmerlings. The tiny, sparkling creatures promptly dissolved the wind blades before they could reach either Staceella or Storm Witch Stacy, and then continued on to rain down upon the rapidly approaching second (and apparently far more dangerous) quartet of carnage sisters, searing them with star-hot mystic energy.
“Holy wow, those guys look super scary!” Storm Witch Stacy exclaimed upon finally catching sight of the android girls and their robotic mounts.
“This zappy zap should soften ‘em up!” she declared, pointing her stormy staff at the advancing foursome and unleashing a crackling arc of blue lightning.
“And here’s another to make ‘em even softer!” Stacy Stitches added cheerfully, using her remaining arm to direct another powerful blast of lightning towards the four robo-horsewomen.
“And here are some crazy cool lasers and missiles for good measure!” Cyberslime Stacy chimed in, unleashing a withering barrage from her various nanoslime-formed rotary cannons, missile pods, and death rays.
“Kazap! Kazow! Kablamy!” At the same time as this was transpiring, Oros the Wise had (wisely) chosen to engage the Stacy Stitches from her home reality plenum.
“Oh! Heya, Miss Fang!” Stacy called out in a jovial voice that was completely incongruous with the extremely threatening situation she was in.
“Is that a Stretch Armstrong impersonation, or are ya just happy to see me?!” the patchwork young woman inquired with a grin and a wink, even as she leaped backwards to put some space between her and the rapidly extending arm.
“Well, whatever the case, I think this calls for an extra super zappy Kachow!” she declared, placing her cupped hands together and unleashing a massive, blinding bolt of jagged lightning at the magical guidance counselor’s sickeningly elongated limb.
Meanwhile, high above the battle, in the space between the tallest tower tops and The ARGO’s looming form, Shark Tooth Stacy continued her duel with the Oros of Shock and Awe. In response to Scylla’s attempt to chomp it into bits, Breakfast at Brittany’s served up a helping of EMP blast-to-the-mouth, opening the multi-headed Framewerk’s jaws and sending it spiraling away through the sky. This was followed up with a side order of rocket propelled pop tarts. However, by this point, Scylla had stabilized itself and was more than ready to intercept the twin missiles with several point defense energy beams emanating from the toothy maws of each of the bizarre Framewerk’s smaller heads.
“Screw pop tarts!” Stacy retorted over Scylla’s speakers.
“I wanna chow down on some meat!”With that, she activated Scylla’s Extreme Booster array, sending the multi-headed mechanical monstrosity hurtling up into the air, only to plunge down upon B@B an instant later, like a toothy, neon pink meteor.
“Death from above, ding dong!” Stacy called out with a peal of unhinged laughter.
The psychotic shark toothed young woman knew that Scylla had been designed to savagely hammer its opponents into a waiting anvil, and while none of her allies particularly fit that description, she figured that the towering, recently conjured hospital was a more than suitable replacement…
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