Bob watched as Trigon simply left, sending these little demons after him. He was being ignored. Someone was..... ignoring him. Bob had been insulted, attacked, battered and beaten, but never in his life had Bob been ignored. For a moment, Bob's form became hazy, only partially solid, as the confused demons tried to rip it apart. Then, Bob bristled in anger. He opened his eyes, and they burst into red flame. A wave of power shot from him, as the planet shook, the entire forest becoming engulfed in a massive ball of flame. When the fire subside, Bob is floating above the massive country-sized crater, as he radiates an aura to match that of Trygon. His form is massive, a swirling many-mouthed beast of pure rage, tentacles growing and dissipating, eyes opening all over it's mutating body, as it drools an acidic substance that steams as it hits the blackened ground.
The Bob clone had, of course, shielded all those interesting creatures within the forest, and they were floating in small bubbles of energy at what used to be ground level. As the clone was of equal power to the original, containing half of the Chaos Shard, it was able to do so without much stress. Even the raging part of him hadn't been so foolish as to unleash it's full power. However, this would be quite an interesting situation indeed. It wasn't often Bob was provoked into something such as this, and the clone turned to the floating Decepticon bubbles. "I'm sorry about that. It seems someone has pissed off one of my parts."
Continuing as if nothing had happened, the Bob clone resumes it's normal stance. "Proof. Well, how about I call a few nameless soldiers here?" With that, he opens a dimensional portal, and pulls through a small group of nameless Decepticons. "This enough?"
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The Wraith could almost see the magic flowing into his opponent. Healing magic, at first, then more to imbue him with even more strength, speed, and magical offensive capabilities. The Wraith's claws were shattered, but they regrew. As the bolt of lightning approached, however, it simply smiled, as the lightning bent around it and instead went for the ground, seeking the source of positive charge. Basic physics, actually. The Wraith had simply created a small vacuum, which made it utterly impossible for any amount of electricity to pass through. "Fool. It does not matter how strong you are. In the end, your magic will run out."
Bob smiled, as Onslaught found his Overt Shield instantly dropped to zero. Bob reaches out, and pokes the cybertronian in the face. "Because I am Big, and I am Scary. And if you all rose against me, I'd just eat you." With this, Bob makes the Energon disappear. "Say, do you giant robots have a name? A leader? Something interesting I could bring here to give you a chance against the forces of good? Because the other robots have made a lot of friends, and quite frankly, you're screwed if you don't get help." Bob's smile never wavered.
The Bob clone simply grins, and gestures, as all the Combaticons find their weapons disappearing. "Don't worry. Force of pure chaos here, nice to meet you. I'm sure you have something like me wherever you come from, and it's very big and scary. I'm probably more dangerous than that." With that, Bob holds out one hand, as a large block of Energon appears onto it. "I believe you're looking for stuff like this?" Bob's smile grows wider, which is impressive for a giant skull. In fact, it's not even attached to the head anymore, making him look like a giant evil chessire cat.
Bob gestures, and Trigon is back in the cage. "I don't know what you're used to, big boy. But here, the rules are different." Bob smiles at Trigon, before gesturing, and sending him to the ground. The force pressing down is also pressing him up, preventing him from crashing straight to the planet's core, which would have destroyed the entire planet. However, the force was calculated to be about the weight of a small continent, preventing Trigon from standing. "Now, I don't know why you're so weak here, but here, we play by my rules. Or do I have to start removing bits of your soul until you stop existing? Because that would amuse me as well." In order to glare at both Sparda and Trigon at once, Bob grows a second head.
Alright, I think I just started Bob's most amusing idea yet. Waiting to see how the participants take the news of their participation.
How interesting. A fight. Again. Good God, was this getting boring. Did these people know nothing other than how to beat each other up? Even the more powerful beings were simply using bigger sticks for their beatings. Well, Bob would have none of it. He moved Sparda next to Trigon, and appeared in between the two, "You two want to fight. However, that would be quite boring, now wouldn't it?" Bob gestures, and a massive energy cage is formed around both parties. Bob created a second layer to the shield, which would prevent other beings from sensing Trigon's power. Else, he'd soon be in the center of another massive battle. "How about we mix it up? Instead of beating each other to a bloody pulp, you two are going to have an art contest."
Edited my post, it includes the Combaticons now.
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((Double Post. In the OOC. Goddamnit.))
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