Fight for Power

<Theta>

Putting Theta in his element was never a good thing for his opponents. And this was a Theta who had learned from his defeats. His location was... well, vaguely obvious, anyway.

It was kind of hard to miss the gigantic blizzard closing in on the cannon's emplacement. Firing blindly into it was largely futile, not that that stopped the Black Pikmin from doing so, but it cut down visibility for everybody.

There were few who minded. Theta liked fighting at close range, the Black Pikmin liked fighting at close range, and the Ebo series had been designed to fight well at close range. That and their target was a massive gun emplacement, so visibility didn't matter so much for them.

It sure as hell got a lot of attention, though, taking a bit off the other prong of the attack. Theta held on to that thought as he was confronted with the forward teams of Black Pikmin ground forces.

"Dere he iz! Get 'im boyz!" one of the Black Pikmin hollered, and bolter fire rained down on him from several directions. The Teal Pikmin slammed Frostmourne into the ground, raising a large wall of ice to block their shots. It wouldn't hold for long, but it gave him time to get ready, and forced them even closer to him.

The ice wall abruptly came down with one massive crash as a Nob smashed through it, roaring at the top of his lungs as he swung a huge, chain-bladed axe at him. Theta simply raised his own weapon and batted the swing aside, then ran the blade through the Nob's chest. He dropped with a gurgled shout, gripping Theta's sword arm even as he fell to buy time. Now the others were upon him.

Rather than hold still and get shot at, Theta simply snapped his own arm off, leaving the sword in the Nob's chest as he backed up, generating huge spears of ice to launch at the smaller Black Pikmin that were converging on him. He caught a few, but that didn't stop the rest from piling in on him.

The first came in swinging with his chainsword, furiously slashing away until Theta kicked through his guard and left a huge, freezing hole in the Black Pikmin's chest. As he fell away, two more moved in, another with a chainsword, the second with no weapon save his own body. Theta caught the blade with his newly regrown arm, freezing the chain in an instant, but was forced backwards when the other one kinda exploded in his face.

Retraining his gaze on the weaponless one, he could see a part of the Black Pikmin's arm glowing red hot, but quickly cooling back off to its normal, pitch black color.

"Aw sweet, Blast is 'ere! Back 'im up, Boyz!"
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<Trombe>

"Angry" was not a sufficient word to express what Trombe was feeling right now. "Livid" would be closer, but not by much. He was so far past angry he'd wrapped back around to calm, and then back to angry. All of the little obstacles lining his path just made him angrier. So he destroyed them.

With one vertical swing of the Azoth, he let loose a shockwave so massive it carved through the floor and ceiling at the same time, blew through all of the traps Mithril had set in his path, disintegrated her arm when she failed to pull it out of the way fast enough, and carved a hundred meter deep gouge in the wall behind her.

Little alarm bells rang throughout Mithril's mind as Trombe launched another, horizontal wave, wide enough to shred the floor beneath it. She took refuge above the shockwave, suffering only the buffeting winds left by its passage, but the alarm bells kept going. That had just been a pressure wave, with no special energy in it. He'd fired that with raw brute force.

Mithril considered that she might have underestimated exactly how strong this Warboss was as she barely avoided a scissor-swipe from his twin blades, then ducked quickly to the side as he sliced her other arm off with a vertical swing. A direct hit from this guy could mean instant death.

<]-Mithril-[>

It was only a matter of time before I found myself in a situation like this. I had thought up undesirable scenarios similar to this where I was up against someone really strong plenty of times, and I had worked out various options. I would've had to deal with something along the lines of this sooner or later, considering how freaked out Aeonus kept acting. Might as well gain some experience now.

To be honest, I had expected something ridiculous like this. Someone who significantly injured "he who cannot be killed" strongman Zeta like that and two other Hero Squad members before even using his super secret powerup? Yeah. I think it's better to not drag anyone else into this; they'd probably just die.

Metal Gate: Accel Shift. If most of my defenses aren't doing anything against super angry super Trombe, might as well dump those into speed instead amirite? Well thankfully, since I had been working on this for quite a bit to catch Quicksilver, the added speed meant that I had an easier time avoiding Epsilon Mark II's attacks. He'll have to work harder now if he wants to land even a glancing blow on me. The defensive drop sucks, and is the reason I don't like to bring this out too often, but in this situation the downside is mostly irrelevant.

NUKE TIME. "Uranium Uberspear!" I snarled, firing off a ridiculously large spear made of NUKE. Needless to say, Trombe destroyed that... an instant too slow, because I had just detonated it.

I had turned that into a massive nuclear flashbang grenade. There was sound alright, a LOT of it. Light? That was now all a spreading explosion of LASER. And nuclear radioactive explosion power, of course!

I don't think Trombe quite expected to be hit with a nuclear flashbang attack just now, so I have just the slightest opportunity to get a few attacks in. I'll need to capitalize on every opportunity I can afford to to win this fight.

"Silver Star Slasher! Titanium Typhoon!" I roared, unleashing both a slashing nuclear hurricane razor wind attack and an electrified laser razor wind nuclear typhoon attack on super angry super Trombe. I had selected wind attacks because if I can accumulate enough metal inside Trombe's body, I can then destroy his internal organs from the inside and make him die. Wind was just the easiest way to do that, and it synergizes well with Metal Gate: Accel Shift well, as a bonus.

Well to my mild surprise it seems that super angry super Trombe is weak to wind! He took a lot more damage from those attacks than from even the nuclear flashbang laser grenade. Guess I know what weakness to exploit now!

Unfortunately, that was right when super angry super Trombe (yes I'm going to keep calling him that, it's not like he's going to tell me the name of his super secret powerup in his raged up state) decided to resume slashing and pressure waving. Damn, I am really glad that I had activated Metal Gate: Accel Shift, and that I had worked on it to catch Quicksilver. Sometimes, extreme stat shifts like Accel Shift can be useful.

Fallen Seraph

Father released the weapon of light he'd constructed, gazing at the empty crater. The little gnat hadn't put up much of a-

His thought process was rudely interrupted as the shadows surrounding him leapt up to strike, little black blades that disintegrated as soon as they struck, blown out by the light his frame emitted, but they struck into the cracks that were already present, widening them. A thin laugh ghosted across him. Perhaps the gnat was a little more persistent than he'd thought.

"I find it kind of funny, you know," the Fallen's voice drifted out from every direction. Father fired a pair of beams of light at the buildings to either side of him, collapsing them, but that only got more laughter.

"If this is all you've got right now, then you cannot defeat me. Not with that thing."

Father frowned. "How presumptuous of you," he intoned, gathering power.

"Haha. You're one to talk, old timer. Thinking that you can best me with that. Oh, I've no doubt, if you were truly here, you would crush me. I'm no fool. But if you use any more of your power, your avatar here is going to break. Then I win by default," Seraph explained, the shadows coiling into a vague shape nearby. Father blasted it, the beam carving a hole all the way through the city's structure and slamming down in the lake surrounding the city, creating a massive plume.

"And just what makes you think I can't kill you with just this warframe?" Father drawled, and then everything around him went dark.

"Because the masters are here with me. And because the brighter the Light," Seraph's many eyes and teeth sneered out of the darkness, "the darker the Shadow. Dark Genesis."

A massive beam of utter darkness exploded up from beneath the Galactic God's warframe, seeping into every crack and imperfection, seeking to tear away anything it could. A few plates of his armor cracked and broke free before Father unleashed a massive burst of light, dispersing the darkness, but the damage was quite clear, the frame sparking from the strain of channeling so much of Father's power. Seraph's laughter echoed out of the shadows, then faded away, his dark presence leaving with it.

Father sneered. The Fallen had merely sought to prove a point. The four Old Gods still inhabited this world directly... this feeble machine couldn't keep up.

'The brighter the Light, the darker the Shadow,' Father mused. Was that ant implying his power was directly bolstered by Father's own? Hmph. He wouldn't have fled if he could do any more than he had. Little more than worthless bluster. Father had more important things to set his sights on.

As the mech turned and walked away, a single eye watched from the shadows, a wide grin coiling around it.

'The masters still have use for your presence, ancient one.'

<Quicksilver>

"Is it really okay to be sitting on his chest like that?" I heard someone holler up at me. Tilting my head over, I spotted Orbin, giving me a stern look.

"He's big and I'm light, I doubt he even notices," I muttered, turning my gaze back to Juggernaut's sleeping face. It had taken a lot of effort from everybody to get him into the med bay, but now he was sleeping soundly. Never did snore much. He's a quiet sleeper. Every now and then he'd grunt and shift a bit, something quite easy for me to feel from here.

Juggernaut couldn't feel pain, but those huge gouges in him still bothered him. Anything that stuck in his flesh did, and this was like that turned up to eleven.

"What's the prognosis, anyway?" I called down at Orbin. He sighed.

"The damage isn't as bad as it could be, thanks to Bloodriver, but it's still not good. Those cuts go down to the bone. He's lucky he didn't just get cut to ribbons. It'll take time and probably some physical therapy to get him back on his feet," Orbin summarized. I let my stalk droop. Not really what I wanted to hear.

"... what you need, big guy, is some armor... I think we might all need some armor," I whispered, reaching behind my back to rub the scar Fallen Seraph had given me. Shaking my head, I scooted over to his side and slid down beside Orbin.

"How's everybody else doing?" I said conversationally, walking over towards where the others were being held. Orbin didn't get a chance to say anything before I opened the door to find Gamma, hands bloody, picking at Rho's back with something.

"Whoa... not sure what I walked up on," I called over, getting a dire glare from the Green Pikmin.

"Surgery," he said curtly, picking something out of Rho's back and depositing it in a tray to his side. "Frankly he's just lucky that Trombe didn't turn the chainswords on, or I'd be picking through chunky mush looking for teeth to identify him with."

I winced. "That bad?"

"Even without the chains being activated, the blades still dug into his back, and the force of Trombe's swing on top of it caused damage to his spine. I'm picking out the bone fragments right now," Gamma explained, pulling loose another sliver of bone, apparently, and setting it in the tray. "If he's lucky, he'll be able to walk once I'm done."

"And... if he's not?" I ventured. Orbin made a noise and spoke up.

"Then we'd better start commissioning Omicron for a cybernetic spine," he drawled. I winced again.

"Hydross is in the other room. His skull is fractured in five places, and we've had to wire his jaw shut because his jawbone is nearly split in half. Also the rotator cuff at the top of his spine is broken, so if he turns his head too quickly, he could sever his spinal cord," Orbin explained in an entirely too cheery tone. "That's called an internal decapitation."

"Lovely," I drawled in response. "Zeta?"

"Well it's Zeta," Gamma grunted, reaching for a different tool, "He'll live, but his shoulders are pretty torn up. That's going to take some time to heal, and I have no idea whether it'll affect the mobility of his arms. He's practically a walking mass of scar tissue already, so I can't imagine it'll be that bad for him. Of the three of them, Rho will either be the first back up, or he'll never fight again, depending on how this goes," he finished, looking over Rho's back one more time before reaching for the stitches.

"Slightly different outcomes, there," I muttered.

"His chances are better if I don't have any distractions," Gamma hissed. I threw my hands up and walked out.

X-Phoenix-X

f***youf***youf***youDIE

The stupid b**** won't die fast enough for f***'s sake goddammit

Do you know how f***ing tiring it is for me to constantly dodge this stupid asswipe's punches and s*** and oh for f***'s sake there are cultists more cultists just DIE

DIE DAMN YOU f***

I crushed the throat of a cultist. He died. AHAHAHAHAHA and then my opponent punched me through a wall.

**** YOU f*** YOU KICK KCIK KICK FIRE

YEAH BURN b**** BURN

more STUPID CULTISTS

DIE

DIE DIE DIE

I HATE YOU s***HEADS

did i mention how that b**** won't f***ing DIE

f***
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?-Orvtre-?

More and more sounds of gunfire. I, along with the others, put up more shields to protect ourselves. After all, we already have too many injured on our side...

After sending several dozen elemental blasts in the direction of the Black Pikmin, they soon decided to go into melee range. I simply generated lots of clones to meet them. I caught the weapon of one Black Pikmin and electrified them, iced over another Black Pikmin, and then shoved a lance of energy through a third.

Swarming the Black Pikmin with my clones for melee range, as well as using shields to block shots from long range proved to be a decent strategy. Beta, Sapphire, and Vashj were likewise doing well so far, fending off the Black Pikmin and netting a few kills.

It was at this time that I started to get a little paranoid. Perhaps it was Rune's influence rubbing off of me, but wasn't this a bit too easy so far... ?

Whether it was a stroke of luck or something else, I'm not sure, but I had managed to flush out a stealth cloaked Black Pikmin who had been about to attack. He fired off several knives that exploited a gap in the barriers made by a few Nobs.

A few of my clones were hit by some of the knives and dispersed. Luckily, I was able to push aside some of the Bloodseed before they got hit, most likely saving their lives back there.

/|\Ark'thugal/|\

The very moment Cassandra's arm was destroyed, something shifted in Ark's manic gaze. He didn't dodge when she shoulder tackled him, the blow forcing most of the air out of his lungs; instead he took the moment to reach over and tap a finger against her quickly regrowing stump.

"Necrotize," the Warboss wheezed, and Cassandra's charge was abruptly cut off by a cry of fury and a painful sizzling noise, followed immediately by Ark swinging Shadowmourne one handed at her head, carving a deep gash through her cheek. She spun away from him, swinging a leg around to kick the axe up and away to prevent him from following through.

It gave her a chance to glance at her arm and confirm her suspicion: the wound was now covered over with an aggravated series of lesions and pustules, necrotic energies preventing it from regrowing further than it had already, just below the hand. It'd be useful only as a bludgeon until she was able to force that energy out... which was proving much more difficult than it should have been. The Death Knight responsible must have been linked to it, feeding it to keep the injury there.

It also gave her a brief moment to look around and notice a sudden and distinct lack of other Death Knights. The ghouls and other various low level undead were still swarming in, but the Death Knights themselves had simply up and vanished.

Her attention was abruptly brought back to her opponent as that unsettling yanking feeling drew her back into melee range, Ark'thugal already swinging his axe around at her midsection. She twisted around the swing, reaching out with her other arm to grab at the Warboss's head and twist. He simply laughed at the attempt, his head stopping well before the breaking point, so she turned her momentum to swing herself around his head and slam her knees into his back. He stumbled forward only slightly, and then huge green spikes of solidified flame burst forth from his back to shred her legs.

Cassandra pushed off from him with her good hand before he could necrotize those injuries as well; having one hand down was nothing, having her legs taken out would be a death sentence. They'd finished regenerating before she even landed, but Ark was on top of her again by then, another huge overhead swing coming down that she batted aside, the impact releasing a massive explosion of green flame.

The crack in the blade's edge was more pronounced, now, and for once Ark's grin faded as he regarded it. Alas, it came back immediately as green flames leaked forth from the crack, swirling forth to surround the entire blade.

"Over a thousand souls ought to keep this bad boy burning for a while," Ark declared as he slammed the blade down, releasing a wave of green flame at his opponent. None of her defenses would slow that blade down at this point; Father had been emphatic that this vile green magic simply burned through anything. So she slammed her good hand into the floor to yank up a piece of it, enough to take the wave of fire while she moved, zipping around to slam her fist into the side of the Warboss's head several times in an instant. Again he barely moved, but the sound of the impact said there was damage there; he wasn't immune to her blows, he was just using some power to avoid being knocked back by them.

She wasn't fast enough to avoid his retaliatory strike, a wicked fast swipe to her midsection that left a burning gouge across her abdomen, and holy hell that hurt far more than it had any right to. She struck back by battering his weapon arm before he could swing the blade around again, blood bursting out as the bone was pulverized, forcing the axe from his grasp. The victory was short-lived, as a flow of blood erupted from the gash on her stomach, coiling around the Warboss's damaged arm and repairing it right before her eyes. Shadowmourne had stuck itself into - and ignited - the brickwork where it had landed, and Ark didn't move to retrieve it just yet, bringing his fists up instead.

X-Cassandra-X

Cassandra continued attacking Ark'thugal. Fist to fist, elbow to fist, knee to chest, foot to face. The first two of the exchanges offset each other. The second two compounded the damage, trickles of blood now flowing from Ark'thugal's face and torso. That damn grin however, was still there, having been plastered there for almost the entire fight.

The Warboss retaliated with a kick armed with green magic and a breath of green flame. Cassandra's response was stump to leg, foot to ground. The teal blocked the kick, though it worsened the injury to her damaged arm. She also kicked up loads of the floor to ward of the breath of green flame, before pivoting over the mass of floor material and slamming down on Ark'thugal's face fist first.

This caused Ark'thugal to stumble back a step, before he fired a blade made with his own blood and that green magic to cut Cassandra at the shoulder, drawing blood to repair his face and torso. As Cassandra touched down onto the floor, Ark'thugal rushed forward, slamming his fist into Cassandra's torso, green magic alight.

Such a blow did not send Cassandra as far back as before. She stumbled back only a few steps before unleashing several more punches to the gut, which Ark'thugal responded to by grabbing the arm and then squeezing it with green magic. Head to head, the headbutt slamming into Ark'thugal's cranium, the Warboss's skull emitting a resounding crack. Teeth to face, Cassandra biting down on Ark'thugal's face, ripping and flaying the skin clear off his face, the green magic pulsing through his veins now even more evident with the skin removed. Foot to gut, the vicious kick also resulting in a crack, ending Ark'thugal's grip and forcing the Warboss back a few steps.

Ark'thugal had managed to claw into Cassandra's non-damaged arm and draw blood from it, using it to repair his cracked bones, and then let loose even more green magic. Cassandra shoveled more debris from the floor and the ruined building to absorb the vile magic, and then flash-stepped to the side of the Warboss, pummeling one of the Warboss's arms with her stump. Ark'thugal's remaining arm, sent into a punch, was met with a punch from Cassandra in turn. The teal then unleashed an upward kick, nailing the side of Ark'thugal's face and taking out an eye and several teeth. Cassandra really hated that damn grin of his; it may as well be a "hit-me-here" sign, for all intents and purposes.

The Warboss responded by lunging forward, attacking with a headbutt armed with that vile magic, aimed straight at her neck. She moved just a bit to the side to avoid the worst of that, and then resumed biting Ark'thugal's face, ripping away at his facial muscle, tearing away whatever she could of that s***ty ass grin. A followup punch to the gut from Ark'thugal did little to deter Cassandra, this time only forcing her back a step. She quickly lunged forward again, this time with another punch aimed straight at his stupid face.

This punch in particular was more powerful than most of the others.

"Atlas Impact!" Cassandra snarled, the vicious punch launched with the intention of s***tering Ark'thugal's skull. Noting the danger that blow in particular held, the Warboss blocked this blow, having one of his arms absorb a significant portion of the impact. Even so, for perhaps the first time since Ark'thugal started using that vile magic, he was forced off the ground and sent flying, if only for an instant. The Warboss quickly recovered, slamming his foot down into the floor to limit the distance lost.

***Blade Wolf***

The thing Orvtre immediately discovered about Blade Wolf was that he was rather fast, pouncing back and forth across the area like a panther on crack.

The second thing shi discovered was that those little knives didn't stop. Ever. At first shi'd believed he was pulling them from hidden pockets, but no, after the first two or three dozen she spotted him simply pulling them out of thin air. That must have been his unique ability, then.

The third thing shi discovered, when she closed distance to stop all the knives, was that he had a chainsaw, as it nearly took her head off as she came within several yards of him. It cut clear through the shield shi put up like it hadn't been there, forcing a quick duck to avoid it, followed by hopping aside as several more of those knives landed where shi'd been standing and quickly melted through the ice there. They weren't heated, no... they were vibrating. Really, really quickly.

The next time the chainsaw came around shi pulled out Gurgurant, just to have something to parry it with. As soon as the blades came in contact with one another, the chainsaw skittered across Gurgurant's edge in a spray of sparks, leaving the blade glowing slightly.

'The chainsaw vibrates too?' Orvtre realized, parrying several of the smaller knives and launching a large, molten meteor in the Wolf's direction. There was no crunching noise other than from the ice, so she'd missed, but the Blade Wolf was nowhere in sight now. A surprise fighter, then...

"Heads up guys, we've got a stealthie on our hands," Orvtre called out in warning to the others, moving back to keep an eye over the Bloodseeds while Vashj, Sapphire and Beta kept up their advance. They'd been stifled by a large squad of Nobs, but moving to help would leave the rest of the group with no one to cover them.

Naturally, Blade Wolf took immediate advantage of that to slam three HF knives into Sapphire's back, earning a screech of pain before Vashj stepped in with a punch that he felt even though it didn't hit him, a ripple of force that shook even his mechanized limbs.

'Not good to be in close combat with this one,' he noted as he jumped away, tossing a spray of HF knives to cover his retreat. None of them hit, but it stopped Vashj from chasing him for the moment. he threw a few more knives in Beta's direction before reactivating his camouflage and drawing back to the Black Pikmin's front line as a wave of 'Ard Boyz moved out. No need to overextend himself...

-{Grand Devourer Keyza}-

"CRUSH AND SMASH AND CRUSH AND MURDER AND CRUSH AND KILL!"

"SHUT THE f*** UUUUUUUUP!"

"RAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

"f*** YOU!"

That had been about the scene for the past, eh... fifteenish minutes? Keyza had yet to grow tired of it, she reflected, chewing on an arm she'd liberated from...

"Say, buddy, what was your name again?" she asked the armless Pikmin laying next to her. He didn't respond, unless you counted screaming in agony to be a response.

"Kay, just gonna call you Screamy then. Having fun, Screamy? Cause this s*** is, like, free entertainment. Didn't even need tickets," she continued over Screamy's... screaming.

That was when the "entertainment" suddenly got pointed in her direction, a punch from Rampa pointing the angry red one in her direction. Frankly she was kind of surprised she hadn't been noticed sooner.

It wasn't as if the giant, bone white Snagret she was riding atop was difficult to see. Loki was in the midst of pecking away at some unfortunate Galactic God servant when Keyza patted his back, shoving Screamy off onto the ground in the process.

"Hey, Loki, check it, we got her attention finally!"

The huge, winged Snagret looked up from its meal in time to see Pheonix rushing towards him, and responded by opening his mouth and spewing forth a stream of blood and gore at her, taking her right out of the air and into Rampa's loving embrace.

"RIP AND TEAR!" Rampa bellowed again, grabbing Phoenix's head from both sides and pulling with enough force to peel a significant chunk of her skull off on both sides. When she turned around to strike again, Rampa slammed a fist into her like a freight train, sending Phoenix tumbling down the street and leaving big bloody smears each time she hit the ground. And yet it looked like she was still getting back up.

"Haha, these guys are so much fun! C'mon, Loki, let's f*** her up," Keyza declared, spurring the bone white Snagret towards the injured Corrector.

X-Phoenix-X

f***youf***you DIE b****es DIE

one b**** two b**** loud b**** trashy b****

oh no you did not try to bite me you gutter tier trash b**** i'm too fast for that i dodged and then FIRE KICKED you in the damn head YEAH b****

and of course that stupid snagret is trying to hold me down so that the loud asswipe will bodyram me again. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?!?!?

*deepbreaths*

It took long enough, but I finally came up with something clever. I ripped open the jaw of that stupid Snagret and then right before the loud f***wad was going to ram me, I did a quick maneuver and shoved the trashy b**** into her way. The full body ram intended for me was received by the gutter tier s***head instead, who was hurtled away by that. The Snagret followed her, apparently wanting to accompany its master or s***.

And then the loud one just kept on screaming again. Headache...

f*** YOU f***YOU YOU DIE

DIE

DIE

FIRE

BURN
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X-Black Manta-X

Disgusting.

Being forced to raid the tombs of those disgusting vermin back in Vashj'ir was disgusting. Being here next to these disgusting Old God cultists was disgusting. Disgusting.

"Disgusting," Black Manta practically spat as he electrified several cultists to death, their corpses hitting the floor. They were like mass-produced insects crawling around in the dirt, cheap, low-quality, dirty, disgusting.

None of the cultists had managed to make it anywhere close to Black Manta, having been killed well before they had gotten close to him. He wouldn't let them get close. Because they were disgusting.

One of the cultists who died had part of his skin impact some loose rubble, drawing some blood. Black Manta regarded the sight with disgust. Disgusting.

He quickly washed away the blood by force. With excessive amounts of soap and water. In a huge water blast. He would fire off an even larger water blast very soon, as Keyza was hurtling towards him at high speed.

"Disgusting!" Black Manta snarled, angrily unleashing a hilariously powerful blast of soap and water that sent Keyza hurtling back even faster the way she came, before Loki, her Snagret, caught her to stop her from being flown further. Keyza took one look at herself to find that she was now drenched in soap and water. And missing an arm and part of her torso.

"... oh, you've done it now." she hissed. 'That bastard is going to get his head chomped off very soon,' she thought. Unfortunately for her, that would be much easier said than done.

You could almost imagine Black Manta letting loose a sigh of relief. That thing had almost dirtied his armor. That could have been disgusting. The thought of that dirty thing touching him was very disgusting. Very disgusting. Very disgusting.

"Disgusting," Black Manta muttered with contempt, firing off very fast, high accuracy shots at Keyza. Unfortunately for the Grand Devourer, she couldn't avoid all of them. What the hell was this guy's deal?

Opting against having Loki throw her towards Black Manta, she instead dropped down, where there were a bunch of oddly intact Old God cultist corpses. Biting into one and taking the rest along as quick snacks, she rushed towards Black Manta, attempting to avoid as many of his shots as possible, with... moderate success. This Corrector was probably one of the stronger ones...

"Is it a c***roach? Is it a vulture? Yes, and it's disgusting!" Black Manta screamed in revulsion, firing off soap-water shot after soap-water shot. Despite or probably because he was so neurotic, the Corrector was apt at evasion, controlling the soap-water effectively and using it to wash any nearby corpses and filth away from him as he attempted to keep away from Keyza.

Throughout all of this, the Grand Devourer was pelted by powerful shot after accurate, fast shot. Black Manta would do everything in his power to avoid being forced into melee range. Getting close to this guy was going to be hell.