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Post by HyperGFreak on Sept 2, 2009 19:07:40 GMT -5
YOU…LITTLE…SHITS!
With this cry of fury comes the opening of the cyborg’s maw to let out a corresponding bellow of rage. What enters the toothy mouth instead is a flood of thousands of gallons of displaced water, gushing into the hybrid’s innards, quenching flame and short-circuiting electronics. His cry cut off, Overkill sinks ever deeper into the muck and loose sand at the base of the Florida seas, flailing and thrashing his powerful arms around through the loose earth. YOU THINK YOUR PUNY WAVES CAN STOP ME? I WILL BURN THEM ALL! BURN THEM! BURN!
The incoherent, nonsensical raging remark is punctuated by more slashing through the waves with both fist and gun, the already-slow movements hampered by the density of the fluid environment. As Overkill struggles to find a footing to right himself, his venom-hampered punches and kicks merely serve to drive up more silt, the billowing clouds rising up about his horned, armored head. Completely blind and disoriented as to whether the buffets from all sides are from the currents stirred up by the combating kaiju or Suchodon himself, he leaves himself an easy target for Theraga, who has no trouble firing a shadow orb at the source of waves and steam rising from the surface. ARGGGGH!
Tumbling backwards once more with a fresh, decent-sized crater blasted into his right shin, Overkill strikes a more solid bottom squarely with his rump, taking the reprieve to swing out blindly with his hand, planting it for a foothold. However, as he moves one foot forwards to take his first step up, he plants his hoof directly near one of Imar’s stray underwater mines, which detonates and blasts him back over again. CURSES!
As he topples backwards in a gradual descent, Imar's defenses and projectiles come crashing into him again in conjunction with Suchodon, whose whip-like tail beats him around the face to knock him back into the mud. Overkill bawls, snarls, and roars impotently as Theraga takes several more potshots at him, some of the shadow orbs successfully blasting more bits and pieces from his hide, others merely serving to obscure his vision to an even greater extent.
DAMN THIS BLOODY...! Overkill punctuates his growing rage by pointing his gun arm vertically upwards and firing, triggering another detonation within the barrel, this time blackening its edges and causing visible deformities to its perimeter. Oblivious to his self-maiming tendencies, Overkill fires another shot, with similar results. Taking advantage of his home environment once more, Suchodon swoops in, latching his maw around one of the hybrid's larger rear horns. WHAT THE...
For a second, the demonic creature is caught in a leviathan tug-of-war, his natural, raging reaction to pull back away from the chimera as the creature yanks back on the protrusion. On all sides, the base’s defenses open fire once more, mingling with Theraga’s own assaults, as Overkill bends his head forwards in attempt to escape. In response, Suchodon merely plants his talons on the back of the demon’s insulated shoulders, pulling back with his head with all his might. There is a moment of strain, a mundane object caught between two enormous forces. One has to give way.
The shattering sound is muffled underwater, but the impact of the assault is clear enough: Overkill, flesh and armor weakened by the constant assaults upon his frame, has lost his horn. It splinters around the base before simply peeling away in Suchodon’s mouth, shorn outwards with only small splinters of material left to float out to sea. A tidal wave of hellish ichor gushes from the gaping hole in the back of the mechanical head, clouding the water red like the ink of a squid as humans and monsters alike roar in triumph. YOU FUCKING BASTARD! This is followed by an unintelligible, pained keening that gives nothing more than the impression of intense pain and hatred.
As the aberration pitches forwards in the waves, his fist at his side, still blending blood into the seas from his head wound, Suchodon takes advantage of the environment, coming at the demon from the opposite side and catching him in the chest, slashing and scoring the wounded beast in the metal plate, positioning himself on the upper body so that he can escape before either of the arms reach up to grasp him. However, as both the chimera and his masters should know, an injured animal is the most dangerous of them all.
For a second, through the cloud of dust, the twin kaiju’s eyes meet, demon and defender, bright life and cybernetic hell. Their gazes still locked, Suchodon spears his claws into the depths of Overkill’s forward hide, then prepares himself to kick away. His limbs betray him, instead clinging tightly as the hellbeast slowly reaches upwards with one grasping hand. AHAHAHA…YOU HAD IT COMING! YOU HAD IT COMING!
To the horror of the onlookers, Suchodon actually cringes backwards and away, a whimper of something like fear escaping his lips. The sound is so foreign to the chimera, let alone most monsters in general, that it takes everyone a moment to realize it for what it is. FEAR…WHY DO YOU NOT FEEL IT? WHY DO YOU FIGHT THESE ODDS!? WHY DO YOU FIGHT ME!? The large hand is clutching the reptilian’s neck now, one stubby claw forcing open the horror-shut lips, the gun arm rising up from the other side quivering in barely concealed anticipation. YOU CANNOT BRING ME TO ANY FORM OF HELL, NOT EVEN HERE…BUT I WILL MAKE YOU SCREAM IN COMPARABLE TORMENT!
The gun barrel wedges itself point-blank into the reptilian’s maw, plunging all the way to the rear and triggering a gag reflex. Overkill never breaks his gleeful stare, his fanged mouth brightening into a ferocious smirk as his bloodlust overrides even the aching pain in the back of his head. HERE IT COMES, GUTTER TRASH, HERE IT COMES AGAIN!!!
One after another, Overkill begins attempting to fire missiles into Suchodon’s mouth. None of them get any further than the barrel itself, detonating within the arm cannon with devastating results, blowing it out of proportion and twisting and warping it. The water around the entire arm superheats and begins to boil within Suchodon’s maw, the burning fluid completely scorching the insides of his maw and tongue, frying them raw and causing excruciating pain that triggered writhing and flailing. As the repeated detonations continued, parts of the extensively damaged gun barrel began to blow off, pieces of shrapnel and metal flying off to flay the chimera’s innards. Bladed shards slashed through Suchodon’s tongue, embedding themselves in his cheeks and blowing out his already-shredded neck, turning it red and giving it the appearance of having been through a meat processor. Clouds of red fluid enveloped them both, coating the surface as well.
Moments later, this red tide is beached by Overkill, who smashes out of the surface between the roiling waves, still hefting the chimera over the surface by the neck. I SAID I WOULD BURN YOUR PATHETIC HOME, AND I SHALL!! Literally steaming with pent-up rage from his moments of helplessness and underwater beatings, Overkill’s body temperature has risen to ridiculous heights, and continues to grow all the while. White steam begins to rise from the bay, bathing them both as Overkill continues to apply intense heat to his surroundings, boiling the water once more. This time, though, his anger has a surface outlet, the water boiling and the vapor continuing to superheat to even greater degrees. The scalding bath continues to rise, obscuring them both and burning the entirety of Suchodon’s frame. A high-pitched, agonized keening escapes the creature’s elongated, mangled throat as his damaged flesh is scorched raw, blasted blistered, cooked pink from head to toe. His dangling feet, mere meters from the surface, have the skin blasted from their soles, some of the muscles and blood vessels burning away beneath to near the bone.
From outside the veil of mist, a splashing sound can be heard as Theraga heroically plunges in, laboring to the seas to his floundering ally’s aid. Slowly, his rage somewhat extinguished, Overkill turns, still waving Suchodon like a slaughtered and cooked Thanksgiving turkey. YOU DON’T LIKE THESE WATERS MUCH EITHER, I SEE!! He himself starts to slosh forwards towards the grimly advancing protomammal. HAVE NO FEAR…
With another vicious, sadistic sneer, Overkill suddenly brings Suchodon’s entire body swinging over his own frame and down, down, down at Theraga’s own. Caught swimming, the creature has no room or time to evade, taking the heavy blow from the chimera’s lower extremities straight on his head. Both of them cry out in pain, the latter more so do this his already-burned body and the former having taken the blow on his hard skull. Some of Suchodon’s extremely tender flesh gives way under the immense strength, Theraga’s head literally puncturing his burnt, weakened skin on contact and being driven deep into his abdomen. Suchodon, a crater literally punctured into his belly by his own friend, scrabbles and screeches as the ebony defender beneath him struggles to free and unobscure his own vision. THERE WILL BE NO SUCH WATER IN MY GOD’S HELL…FOR THERE SHALL BE NO BASIS FOR LIFE! NONE! NONE IN A DEATH GOD’S REALM!!
As the battered, greenish reptilian slips limply off the protomammal’s head, Overkill has already raised his gun arm and is firing at the dazed Theraga’s chest. One of the gun barrels has been warped closed and blackened, large chunks of it missing from the previous assault, but the other is still in good enough shape to function. Three shots are fired, the demon’s aim wracked and thrown by internal detonations but the other powerful projectiles good enough to reach and enter Theraga’s massive open chest wound. Fire and napalm rise once more within the blackened pit, causing the dinosaur to bellow in fury as the crispy, oozing flakes of skin at the base of the large impact craters now expand to cover both the entirety of his upper torso and his lower abdomen. AND THERE IS ONLY ONE NATURAL PREDATOR, IN ONE NATURAL HABITAT…AND THAT IS US! I WILL KILL YOU ALL…UNTIL NONE OF YOU REMAIN ON MY WORLD!!!
The third explosion is too much for the warped barrel, and with one last muffled thump the left half of the gun simply explodes and falls beneath the surface. With a muffled curse, Overkill begins to wade forwards again…
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 4, 2009 0:19:06 GMT -5
Suchodon slowly drifts down to the sandy bottom, streams of bubbles and blood flowing from his nose, mouth, and wounds. His entire body is in excruciating pain, his vision is black, and his ears are filled with deafening ringing. He’s brought back to his senses a moment later by a series of explosions. As his vision clears, he sees Theraga’s wounded form floundering on the surface above him. He rolls onto all fours and shakes his head to clear the cobwebs.
On the surface, Overkill wades toward Theraga. Suddenly the water next to the beast surges and Suchodon erupts forth, his crocodilian jaws slamming shut on its thigh. He immediately rolls, wrenching Overkill’s leg out from underneath it and making the beast topple into the water, sending a cloud of steam billowing up. Suchodon lets go before the cyborg’s body heat can harm him. He swims away briefly to let the water cool Overkill down a bit, before circling around for another attack. He pounces on the prone monster’s back, digging his claws in and lashing his head downwards with a roar. After a couple jerks, he rips free a huge slab of flesh from Overkill’s back. He swings the bloody hunk of meat around for a couple seconds, as if to show off his accomplishment, before slinging it away and jumping off Overkill’s back and diving back into the water.
The massive cyborg stands up, howling in pain and rage as he launches several missiles randomly out into the harbor. Several seconds pass with no sign of the reptile, so Overkill turns his attention elsewhere. He takes aim at Theraga, who by now has nearly made it back to shore. Before he can fire, however, the water next to him explodes once again as Suchodon attacks. The chimera has made a serious mistake in attacking from his opponent’s side while its arm is raised, however, and is soon seeing stars as he’s clubbed over the head by the gun-arm. Overkill turns and reaches down, picking Suchodon up by the neck.
“AHAHA... I WILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!”
Fortunately for Suchodon, the behemoth is stopped from following through on its statement. A series of missiles impact the fresh wound on its back, the explosions ripping into the comparatively soft flesh. Overkill roars in pain and drops Suchodon back into the water. As the base defenses pound away at the virtual bullseye on the cyborg’s back, Suchodon regains his composure and gets a quick slash in on its leg before getting away from it.
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Post by DinoHunter2 on Sept 5, 2009 0:49:05 GMT -5
As Suchodon distanced himself, Theraga staggered onto dry land. Taking a moment's pause to calm himself, he looked back at the bay and growled- Overkill, plowing through the shallows, was right on Suchodon's tail. Grudgingly turning around, Theraga bellowed to the demon and bounded back into the water. "FOOL!" The demon spat, slowing down and letting Suchodon get ahead of him. "You approach me AGAIN? Have you learned nothing?!"
Theraga, unperturbed, charged through the knee-deep water- a seething black orb forming in his jaws. "THEN BOIL IN YOUR IGNORANCE!" Overkill roared, firing a pair of volcano missiles.
Having anticipated the projectiles, Theraga quickly released his own assault. Intercepting the missiles with a fully charged shadowblast, Theraga bounded through the shower of smoke and napalm and slammed into Overkill like a locomotive. The demon staggered back, nearly knocked off his feet by the powerful and unexpected impant. Steadying himself on his muscular legs, however, he stood tall and leered down at Theraga. "I'm sorry... was that an attack?" He sneered, clenching his fist and stomping towards the giant protomammal. "I didn't even notice! Maybe next time-
A streak of light suddenly rammed into the side of Overkill's helmet, blowing off bits of horn and sending him reeling sideways.
"Maybe next time you should shut the hell up." Caitlyn hissed, the trigger warm under her thumb.
"Miserable little apes..." Overkill snarled under his breath, standing up and looking thoroughly fed-up. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE UP AGAINST?!"
Two more beams suddenly struck Overkill dead in the chest, shoving him backward and silencing him for a second time. Caitlyn, unimpressed by his boasting, directed the crosshairs towards his new location and took aim.
But her partner wasn't going to wait. Chomping on the distracted monster's leg and sinking his saber teeth deep into demon flesh, Theraga seized Overkill and dragged him to his knees, shaking his head like a crazed attack dog. Howling in agony, the demon raised his gun-arm in retaliation and struck Theraga, knocking him in the nape of his neck with the metal appendage and forcing him to let go. "MY PATIENCE WEARS THIN, WEAKLING!"
Recoiling, Theraga sloshed through the water but refused to cease his attack. Aiming lower than usual, he fired another shadowblast: it struck just as Overkill got to his feet, detonating on the open wound on his leg. Throwing loose pieces of flesh into the air, the blast instantly dropped him- the giant toppled over like an old tree, crashing face-first into the bay and spraying water everywhere.
Thatta boy, Theraga! Caitlyn thought, watching carefully for another shot.
Standing his ground, Theraga kept his eyes on the downed monster, but did not approach him. He knew better than to stay close for a rising attack...
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Post by HyperGFreak on Sept 7, 2009 9:34:56 GMT -5
URGH… For what, to his rage-befuddled mind, seemed like the hundredth time in the past few minutes, Overkill rose from the waves, dripping waterfalls from beneath his gnashing metal jaws, both of the ocean and ichor. DO YOU FOOLS KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING? YOU DARE LAY YOUR HANDS ON AN AVATAR OF THE DEATH GOD?
Splashing noises from the sides herald Theraga’s and Suchodon’s approach, the two more agile kaiju beginning to circle their foe through the waves at a safe distance. Still unimpressed by the threat, Imar’s soldiers and helpers send another barrage of projectiles at him. Seeing the incoming shells and explosives, the demonic creature sneers grimly and gives a dry cackle, seemingly forgetting his own wounds in his completely spontaneous fury and actions. WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO STING ME? YOUR PATHETIC WEAPONRY WOULD NOT HURT YOUR OWN CREATURES, LET ALONE ME!
The hybrid turns his attention back to the opposing defenders, lowering his one remaining gun barrel to track the duo, thus leaving the gaping wounds on his back and leg open. Penetrating and explosive missiles alike continue to strike his open back, plowing into the meat beneath the severed tissue and sinew from Suchodon’s attacks, blasting pinkish strips out into the sea. Several laser beams rip and strafe across his open leg, burning black streaks across the tender meat and frying several blood vessels. The cauterization is not enough to prevent the weakened channels from splitting as the creature moves, triggering a grunt of irritation as the bay continues to stain red. HUUURGH…SO YOU DO HAVE A BITE. JUST MORE OF AN EXCUSE FOR ME TO KILL YOU AS WELL!
Suchodon pivots behind him, sending his elongated tail lashing straight into the open back. The blow strikes the meat with a solid thud, crushing and smashing through the flesh to strike a cybernetic spine beneath. With a howl, Overkill’s back arches, the fusion of Zorn and Bratatak hurling his head back to the sky as pain and numbness alternatively lunge through his hellish nerves. Even as the chimera pulls back, ripping out his tail with a sticky chunk of meat that leaves a part-metal backbone visible in the hole, a shadow orb spirals through the air, connecting squarely with the open leg wound. The burn mark extends over the rest of the flesh, and more bits and pieces spiral into the air, striking land. THIS CAN’T BE…SERIOUS…PAIN…
More blasts from the MADROCs and railguns alike blast a spur off of the cyborg’s spine, causing him to hunch forwards once more, his arms swaying over the surface of the water. YOU REALLY ARE HURTING ME…HAA…WHAT IS THIS…? The gun arm raises, firing several shots at the two nearby kaiju; Theraga leaps aside from one, sloshing out of the way in time to avoid nothing more than a splash of heated water, while Suchodon dives to evade a curving volcano missile. STAND STILL, DAMNIT! His rate of fire slowed by his maimed gun arm, Overkill rotates like a sluggish, semi-drunken turret, his muscular arm blasting off two or three more shots with comparable success. Imar’s defenses, growing steadily more coordinated ever since the original assault, struck his open back and spine once more, causing another roar and twitch as the beast fell back, arms flailing. Rage at these uncontrollable movements and the slowly growing feeling of a loss of control triggered an expulsion of heat from the chest panel, which sailed harmlessly off into the sky. WHY CAN’T I MAKE YOU FEEL PAIN ANY MORE? WHAT IS SO MOTIVATING ABOUT THIS WORLD, YOUR PATHETIC LIVES TO YOU?
Theraga smashes his head into the burnt, cauterized leg wound as Caitlyn and the Imar gunners follow up with twisting lasers that sear the tips of the spines off of the creature’s right shoulder. Self-mutilating in his desire for vengeance, Overkill swings his gun over and down. Despite the bad vantage point, Theraga tearing down at a pit in his leg beneath the knee joint, the cyborg fires his volcano missile regardless before the protomammal can retreat, blowing his thigh and shin halfway off and into a shower of burnt particles. Caught off guard by the surprise show of fury, Theraga is unable to push off through the waves fast enough to avoid the grasping fist that reaches down to snag him by the neck. DIE! DIE! DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEEEEEE! SCREAAAAAM!
Hefting the ebony creature halfway out of the waves, Overkill begins to furiously castigate him, beginning with a vicious steel, spiked headbutt that crunches with the beast’s thick skull with enough force to cause blood to gush from his eye sockets. The attack knocks Theraga downwards into shallower waters by the bank, allowing Overkill to lumber forwards and continue his assault. Jolted into action, Suchodon bounds onto the exposed back, ripping away at it with claws and fangs alike, causing a scream of both anger and aggravation that failed to fully stop the hybrid from continuing to brutalize the black creature. ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
A balled-up, massive fist smashes into the side of Theraga’s bleeding face with tremendous force, completely smashing his head sideways, flipping his bloodstained mane and propelling a tooth from between his jaws. The volcano missile launcher punches forwards, “throttling” him in the bleeding, burnt crater in his chest, punching easily through the weakened material and stopped only by his stronger, less damaged back hide. I WILL KILL YOU THIS TIME! I WILL! I WILL! The protomammal struggles back ferociously, snapping at the cyborg and beating the damaged hide with his own limbs, only to receive a brutal hammerfist from above, connecting with the front of his maw and knocking him back into the wet sand, now gushing wildly from the mouth. Howling from the rapidly intensifying rain of projectiles and amount of mass being removed from his back, Overkill mercilessly lifts up his metal hoof, stomping it as hard as he can into Theraga’s weakened chest, once again nearly going through. The meat squishes and splatters, blood welling up around the hoof, as the metal gun and large claw swing down twice more to smite the unfortunate target around the shoulders. DON’T GET UP! STAY DEAD! DEAD!
Suchodon, making haste, slashes his powerful arm directly across Overkill’s spine, causing sparks to jitter across the cyborg’s frame as he falls backwards, fruitlessly discharging another heat blast upwards into the sky. Unfortunately, this single shot does little to disperse the creature’s immense rage, forcing the chimera to let go and skip backwards, deeper into his waves and away from the steam and the slowly straightening cyborg. The reptilian backs off to a safe distance, leaving the two foes with nothing else to do besides stare each other down. DEFIANCE…GODDAMMIT, WHY ARE YOU SO PERSISTENT? WHY DO YOU NOT DESPAIR NO MATTER HOW MUCH I DO? HOW MANY MORE DAMN TIMES MUST I RIP YOU SHREDS BEFORE YOU CRUMBLE TO DUST?
The only response is a snarl of wrath, followed by a splashing forwards. In response, Overkill lowers his blazing eyes and locks his gaze once more, the twin titans becoming fixated in a virtual staring match. This time, the effect is slower; Suchodon is initially paralyzed by the gaze, but struggles to resist its effects, his entire frame quivering beneath the exertion. Once again, the creature submits, slowly slinking back downwards, bowing his head to dip into the waves, slouching backwards onto his haunches, his entire body trembling as a whimper of terror once more squeezes out from between his lips. THAT IS BETTER! MUCH, MUCH BETTER! SUBMIT! BEND DOWN! TAKE MY GOD AS YOUR OWN, AND MYSELF AS YOUR MASTER!
Overkill leisurely begins to stumble forwards, bleeding profusely from his ever-growing back wound, ignoring the frantically intensifying stream of fire blasting off his smaller and weaker extremities. RIGHT! BE MY BITCH, BE MY WHORE! The demonic beast’s grin widens thus further as he now reaches the helpless kaiju, bringing his meaty fist upwards from water level to deliver a sickening gut-punch, plunging into and through the already-opened hole in the chimera. Ichor gusts from the jaw and mangled neck of the heroic beast, who doubles over, his claws scrabbling wildly at his foe’s hide.
Even as the massive, clawed fist clenches on internals, the chimera defiantly hisses, lifting his own head against Overkill’s will to snarl into the beast’s face. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP IT! The demon’s fist tightens further, causing a greater flood of blood from the lower extremities of the chimera, but that does not halt the constant scrabbling and scratching. DO AS I SAY!
A staggering blow connects from behind, tens of thousands of tons of force headbutting Overkill directly in his exposed, tenderized, horrendously bruised back through a damaged skull. The hybrid is cut off again, pulling backwards and ripping his hand forcefully from within Suchodon. A handful of shorn muscle, sinew, and blood vessel come with it as the reptilian tumbles back into the sea, crimson layers of fluid washing down Overkill’s wrist and fist. From behind, Theraga bounces backwards, his own head coated with the cyborg’s gore and a large dent embedded into the center of the meat.
Tumbling backwards, Theraga now spins out with his claw, grasping the metal tubing running upwards from the cyborg’s leg and applying his entire weight to it. The object bends and gives way beneath the heavy weight applied to it as the protomammal’s friends and allies take aim from the banks; moments later, a precise combination of beams and railgun shells alike strike directly into the thin connection, severing it and blowing it in half at the center. As Theraga lets go to fall back into the ocean, Overkill’s leg begins to behave dysfunctionally, twitching, convulsing, then kicking out from under him, causing him to tumble backwards with a curse. FIGHT THE NORMAL WAY! STAND AND FIGHT ME!
Unluckily for Theraga, he is trapped as the now-steaming hot Overkill tumbles over onto him with surprising speed. The white hairs on his back, died crimson, are seared charcoal black as the intense heat washes over them, the fluid sizzling and evaporating as his own hide burns and scorches. The creature lets out his own scream of pain, intensified as Overkill falls past waist-deep in the water. The ocean washes deep into his now-open electronic connections, the hefty amount of voltage needed to maintain such a massive mechanism malfunctioning and sending sparks and crackling bolts thundering over his frame. Blue lightning blasts from within mechanical joints and his steel helmet alike, many of them coursing through the interlocked Theraga’s frame. The heroic beast’s entire back sizzles and fries with intense pain, entire strips beginning to shed off.
Yet at the end, Overkill rises for the umpteenth time, planting his mutilated gun and fist into the surface, left on all fours and glaring at his foes as one of his legs twists and spins wildly, both of his foes stand once more; Theraga on one side standing proud with supporting fire at his back, Suchodon having recovered on the other and standing firm in his home. Furious, berserk, borderline raving mad with the uncontrolled rage, the demon’s head swivels from side to side, his efforts trying to stand repeatedly failing. EVERYTHING I DO TO YOU…AND YET YOU LIVE? AND THE ATTRITION OF MY EYES ON YOUR WILL…AND YET YOU STILL STAND!? I AM NOT…NO, NOTHING I DO IS ARTIFICIAL! I AM REALITY, THIS IS OUR WORLD, YOU ARE VERMIN TO BE SMASHED! CRUSHED! EXTERMINATED!
The bellows intensify, sinking deeper into mania with an increasingly higher pitch and rapidity that makes such deep, high volume impossible, the voice of fury at such a rate that it has devolved into pleading desperation. OH, WHY WOn't you die? Why won’t you let me just smash you and be done with it? WHY DID I DRaw the water, oh why, why this damn water, WHY WON’T IT GO AWAY!?!?
The beast spins upwards, points at Theraga, and tries to fire a volcano missile even as lightning crackles over the malfunctioning appendage. In response, the entire gauntlet detonates, exploding in a massive ball of flame that engulfs the creature, knocking him backwards into the sea again with one hand missing. Shrapnel and napalm alike splatter the target, some shards slicing and dicing deep into the battle-scarred face, liquid firing dancing over the open chest wounds, but nothing to stop the persistent defenders from pressing on…
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 7, 2009 18:03:22 GMT -5
Sensing their foe’s weakness, Suchodon springs into action with a ferocious roar. He powers through the thigh-deep water, then leaps and pounces on Overkill. He attempts to clamp his jaws down on its throat to finish it off, but between the bubbles from the boiling water and the fact that Overkill basically lacks a neck to begin with, the best he can manage is latching onto one of its horns.
With a scream, Overkill involuntarily unleashes yet another heat beam. This time, however, something is in its path. The beam plows into Suchodon’s chest at point-blank, searing his flesh and launching him into the air, the horn and some pieces of metal from the side of Overkill’s face still gripped in his jaws. He splashes down a moment later, another volley of torpedoes from the MADROCs exploding on Overkill shortly thereafter.
Suchodon gets up, seemingly unfazed by the attack despite his blackened chest. It’s almost as though the weaker Overkill becomes, the stronger the reptile gets. With another roar, Suchodon lunges at the cyborg again, this time slamming his jaws shut on its forearm. He thrashes violently, sawing his teeth deep into its flesh. Overkill can only put up token resistance, with his other arm now a useless stump. Suchodon attempts a death roll to wrench off its remaining good arm, but even in its weakened state Overkill is strong enough to resist. Another heat beam fires skyward, vaporizing the water it touches but otherwise doing nothing.
The reptile is eventually forced to relent, the heat becoming too much to bear any longer. Again, as soon as Suchodon breaks away from Overkill, the water around the beast erupts with a series of explosions from more torpedoes. After several more seconds, Overkill is finally able to stand up, albeit extremely unsteadily. He glares at Suchodon, sparks spurting from the hole on the side of his head where his lower right horn was.
“You... WHERE DO YOU GET YOUR POWER!?”
Suchodon merely growls as a dozen Harpoon missiles strike Overkill and send the beast toppling back into the water.
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Post by THE GODZILLA on Sept 12, 2009 11:07:04 GMT -5
The time has come. Hyper, please post Overkill's defeat after this post.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Sept 13, 2009 23:05:55 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry, I normally try not to use others' non-kaiju for fear of getting them wrong, but I couldn't resist here. Tell me if I'm off and I'll change...))
ARGGGGGGGHHHHH! A final bellow, a bleeding fist breaching the surface of the sea as Theraga and Suchodon approach, bleeding and burnt. The steel helmet, bleeding and sparking from two gaping holes, punches upwards soon after, turning and swiveling form left to right to glare at the two kaiju that had hurt it so. YOU DEFY! YOU DEFY! HOW DARE YOU DEFY!? BASTARDS! SHITS! YOU LITTLE SHITS!
In response, humanity stands aligned with their own monsters, opening fire with everything left in their arsenal from all across the miles of Imar. Massive railgun shells, storms of missiles, and lasers fly from all directions, some richocheting and detonating on armor and body, but the majority now finding purchase in opened wounds, popping into muscle and sinew beneath opened flesh, pockmarking it and causing roars. BEE STINGS, BEE STINGS, YOU WILL ALL DIE FIRST, DIE BEFORE YOUR BEAAAAAASTS!
Sonic waves churn into the cyborg from all directions, and Overkill’s square jaw pops open to gurgle out floods of sparks and oil that litter the once-pristine ocean now coated with blood, napalm, and flames. YOUR POISON…DOES NOT DO A THING! IS NOT WORTH A THING! IT WILL NOT, SHALL NOT, STOP ME! NO! I CANNOT WEAKEN, I CANNOT STOP, THE DEATH GOD WILL NOT ALLOW IT! The hellbeast, now on all fours, head dangling inches above the waves, in the middle of a storm of flying weaponry, jerks again as a coordinated stream of missiles plow into his open back, arcing down from the sky to bombard his spine. MY BRETHEN DIE, I FEEL IT IN MY BONES…BUT I WILL NOT! YOU FIRST! THEN THE REST! DEATH CANNOT BE STOPPED! IT IS CERTAIN! CERTAAAAAAAIN!
From beneath the storm of firepower, a stream of bubbles tracks Suchodon’s passing. His right, organic leg, deskinned and opened, throbs with broken and intact blood vessels alike, muscles hooked to electronics pulsing as they struggle to deal with the still wildly spinning and twitching right leg. Raw fury coursing through his frame, rage and vengeance powering his actions, the chimera locks his fanged jaw around the white bone coursing down into the ankle. Overkill howls, but is in no position to resist even as the reptilian arches and flexes his powerful claws and talons, hooking all of them into the tender meat around the center bone, clinging to it like a central bar. The body around ruptures, and Overkill begins to fire wildly into the water beneath his own body, succeeding in nothing but bathing himself in steam.
A tail whips, coursing with more and more strength before Suchodon propels himself away, shattering the cybernetic bone, splinters coursing off into the bay and fracture lines spreading across the object as it leaves with a solid helping of the flesh around it. GRAAAAAAAAAH! Pain is one of the most tangible stimulants, and Overkill now manages to throw himself semi-upright, his twin arms held out before him and giving the impression of some twisted hunchback of Notre Dame. His beam fires again, but this time his already-dysfunctional leg refuses to obey, twisting and lashing upwards and before him, right into the path of the chest laser. Already semi-blasted off by his own intentions, the flaming red assault courses into the hole above the kneecap, punching all the way through and down the length of the limb. Sinew, bone, armor, and wiring alike incinerate, burnt black as the entire lower half of the limb is destroyed, wiped from existence, so much ash marring the face of the ocean. YOU THINK THIS IS AN OBSTACLE? YOU THINK, REALLY?
Directed by the lead of one particularly tenacious girl, the gunners for the lasers now focus their assaults on the right side of Overkill’s face, dozens of green lasers lancing over and coating the steel helmet, the metal beginning to blister and slightly melt and mold out of shape under the combination of tiny pinpoint attacks. Before the cyborg can so much as paw at the distraction, Theraga rises up, his eyes narrowed, shadow energies leaking out from between his jaws as he twirls and fires. The black orb plows forth, dark trails in its wake, to drill directly into the weakened area of the face. Metal churns and is thrown aside as the kinetic force pushes the attack halfway through the head, obscuring one eye and the horns on that side, and then –
Detonation. Blackness flows outwards, but it does not obscure the undecipherable, alien scream of agony that blasts over the landscape, nor the sudden tidal wave of fluids of that blast forth. As it the energies clear, Overkill sways, his armor and lower jaw cut off on one side by a ragged, jagged line, coursing from top to bottom. Something akin to a brain juts grotesquely from the open wound, a pinkish, wrinkled meat draping from the head down the side and over the forehead a bit. Wires and metal tubing mingle with it, electricity crackling from it into the open air, the broken pipes openly gushing gore out and down the creature’s frame. The demonic, spined, armored shoulders are coated a strawberry pink, steaming from the body heat, the lifeblood of the creature dripping down his jaw and over his shoulder and upper body. NUAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!!
The missing gun arm rises to fire at the ebony protomammal, but combined with so many missing and malfunctioning body parts, the entire arm detonates, organics and all, internal machinery exploding out and shrapnel shredding the limb. Strips of meat rain over the bay, floating to the surface as their owner tumbles in the opposite direction, his hand outstretched as his chest beam fires once more. This time, it clips the narrow part of the wrist, nearly severing the entire body part, leaving it dangling by a thread of meat that disappears as the flailing arm lashes outwards. Still battered, the self-destroyed hand sails outwards over the shore, plowing into a burnt-out cluster of warehouses, blowing their frames to dust and fragments of their frames into the air as it skids several hundred meters more, bouncing to a heavy stop inches from a battery of missiles. Ignoring the fluids gushing from the open, poorly cauterized wrist, two MADROCs hop up on it and continue firing.
Overkill comes up again, approaching dismemberment now, firing another chest beam amidst the intensifying human artillery support. I DON’T NEED SUCH EARTHLY BONDS TO KILL YOU BOTH! THAT WOULD NOT BE CREATIVE! DEATH COMES IN ALL SHAPES AND FORMS, ESPECIALLY TO THE SHIT OF THE EARTH! He turns and sprays another explosion of heat from his chest, reducing another swathe of the sea to steam. Unsteadily, only afloat via the buoyancy of the waves, the demon manages to turn to sea both of his targets slowly backpedaling away from him, facing him grimly as they head further out to sea. Pushing off on one and a half legs, Overkill follows, blindly and vengefully firing again, passing between the two and opening up a steam bath. SCARED, ARE YOU!? SCARED!? BE SCAAAAAAAARED!?
Moving with an almost drunken gait, swaying both his mangled face and limbs from side to side, left to right, the demon approaches constantly, slowing as he goes, unaware of nothing else except the fact that, to his own twisted mind, he now holds the advantage in his (de)clawed grasp once more. YES, YES, YESSSSS~!!!! Then his fantasies go terribly wrong, as the realization that he has stumbled into a painfully obvious trap comes through. His one leg stumbles onto a new batch of underwater mines, detonating to knock him off-balance, geysers of water splattering his open internals to trigger spark showers, fountains diluting his blood and now coating the majority of his body crimson. DIRTY-
Theraga, leaping forwards with all the strength he can muster and a shadow orb held in his jaws once more, rams headfirst into the center chest plate of Overkill, denting it thoroughly and fracturing the centerpiece. Acting on instinct, the cyborg prepares to fire, a red glow passing through the deadly portal, but this time the black protomammal is ready. With a look of vengeful satisfaction in his eyes, Theraga fires his readied weapon point-blank into the opening and exposing beam portal. The maligned glow of fire is blotted out, eclipsed by the power of darkness as an initial, foreign detonation is followed by a chain reaction through the body, blowing shards and mostly-harmless, scorch-only fire out of the chest, culminating with a geyser of fire that blasts the shoulder plate clean off.
Suchodon is coming forwards now, dancing lithely and lightly up Theraga’s back to strike at the exposed head of Overkill. In the process, he inadvertently makes eye contact with the demon, and the one remaining eye glows once more with cocky satisfaction, white light crackling from it to intersect the crocodilian’s. Suchodon blares to a screeching halt upon his ally’s back, neither of them able to withdraw as their foe’s howl of pain transmutes into a dark snicker. SLOW LEARNER, ARE YOU? FOOL…YOU’LL HAVE AN ETERNITY FOR YOUR LESSONS…IN HELL! IN HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL!!!!
While the demon cannot hear him, Jason chuckles at the screen from his viewpoint from safety. “You’re the only fool here…and you’ll the one who’ll be needing the lessons, not him.”
Suchodon’s form quavers, twitching against the glare of fear and horror transmitted to his brain, before his burnt and battered maw rips open to let out a ferocious roar of vengeance. His vicious claws rise upwards, shaking with the raw exertion, held before Overkill’s shocked gaze for a moment, before they fall forwards, the deadly weapons piercing the cyborg’s one remaining eye. An electric shock and heat rises through the chimera, but instead he drives his hand all the way through, until it rips into the wiring and mechanisms of the brain itself. His lower claws latch onto the body, heat now insulated through the coating of its own ichor, as blue lightning spirals around his arm. Theraga pulls out from under him, and the room of Imar technicians and army men alike burst into cheers and triumphant roars of “Suck it up, you bastard!” and “Thatta boy, Suchodon!”
NOOOOOOOOO! YOU! YOOOOOOU! DAMN YOUUUUUUUU! I WILL LISTEN TO YOUR DEATH, I WIll feel iT, I wiLL lisTEN TO YOU BEG FOr mercy, I will taste IT… OH PLEASE, I WANT TO TastE ITTTTT!!!! Overkill’s blinded jaw gnashes wildly, hoping for a lucky strike, any strike, but Suchodon holds firm. An internal explosion within the amazingly alive beast’s head goes off, blasting off the last remaining horn as the creature attempts to gore the Imar chimera. WHHHHHAAAAttTTTTTttTTT!?
His increasingly pitiful attempts at revenge are suddenly cut off as Theraga springs from the sea on the opposite side, clamping his maw around a cybernetic bone spur just at Suchodon had previously done. However, he held the much more ambitious target of Overkill’s spine, his lips locking firmly around the object, penetrating the flesh and grasping the metal. The protomammal’s limbs press firmly into the burnt, heavily abused internals of the cyborg as he begins to push and pull away with all his might, his gigantic kaiju neck muscles exerting themselves as they attack the spine. The remaining stumps of the demon go into overdrive, the limbs flailing wildly as they lose control, a wet tearing and ripping sound slowly beginning to travel across the protruding network of spines, wires, and ligaments holding the hybrid’s cartilage and bone substitute in. WHAt have yoU Done? WhY CAN I NOT FEel anYTHING!?
On the other side, Suchodon hooks his claws around the inside of the mask, planting his legs more firmly, and begins to yank backwards with all his might. Overkill is caught between two opposite and unstoppable forces, his doom and a wet place, two friends of humanity united in their attempts to send him back to hell, pulling with the strength that only two leviathans can muster in opposite directions. GAAAAAAAAAAAH LET GO LET GO LET GO LETGO LETGO LETGO LETGOLETGOLETGOLETGOLETGOLETGOLETGOLETGOOOOOOOOOO! His entire blood-coated body twitches and arches in two directions simultaneously, as everyone waits with bated breath, one girl in particular mentally urging one of the kaiju on.
Breaking point. On one side, Suchodon falls backwards, the remnants of Overkill’s face leaving with him, the entire metal parts tearing off, wiring and grayish brain matter caught and going to the side as he falls back with it lashed to his claws. A glaring eye socket, in the center of a pile of meat rapidly disintegrating into red bits spilling down the body in the absence of a cyborg skull, shows movements, the remnants of a destroyed eye rolling upwards as Theraga falls back as well. For a moment, he actually dangles, the entire spine of Overkill caught in his mouth as the connections of a lifeline meet the power of a kaiju. The ripping and tearing sound intensifies to the point where it can be heard all over Imar, the center spine leaving first, red sinews and sticky strands still lashing it back to the body, followed by the branches, which take similar amounts of flesh with them. The next moment, like an entire tree slowly falling, the entire spine gives way, and Theraga falls out with it, the badly battered meat of the cyborg’s back coming out with the cerebral object.
Amidst the bubbles of his relinquishing tormentors, Overkill’s entire inside gives way alongside Theraga’s onslaught in a nauseating torrent. His entrails, heavy as they are, circular wires and sensors connecting them to the rest of his body, tumble outwards, yellow fleshy snakes rupturing to spray bile and fluid into the waves as they strike the surface of they bay and begin to bob away. The rest of the hellbeast’s upper organs follow, tumbling into the roiling water, there what appears to be twin metal spheres representing lungs, here a mechanical pump laced with red flesh spraying gore widely everywhere. It continues to pulse as a vast variety showers out of Overkill’s back, metalworkings, chains, gears, pistons, blood vessels, muscle, all of it tumbling into the sea, forming a floating raft not unlike the massive kelp forests.
A massive sigh of relief courses throughout Imar, Caitlyn letting out a wild cheer as the denizen of the shadows jerks, his shoulders falling forwards, a deep sigh escaping him as he tumbles down onto his face with a tumultuous splash and his heroic slayers ripping from the surface some hundred meters before him. One leg’s tendons maimed, the other severed and mirroring a pair of missing limbs – one half gone and the other completely ruined – his entire body and much of his face destroyed, crumbling away to dust as all anger eventually does, Overkill floats in the sea before his foes. Antagonistic to the end, his destroyed face rises, some mechanics within still functioning to the last breath, one eye socket blindly searching for what he, in his last moments, knows are there, his brain and “nerves” tumbling down the sides like so much hair, the arm stump stretches out imploringly. IS…THIS…no…never…my God…my LORD!
There is no reaction from either foe. Where are you…WHERE ARE YOU!? The severed arm splashes back down, unable to hold up any longer. You…you were all powerful…omnipotent…you encompassed everything! Death…death is the world! You…why could you not…why…STRIKE THEM DOWN! STRIKE THEM DOWN! KILL…I am…kill…Over…death…? Death…? Now is flight…not fight…my anger…cannot be…contained?
The head finally sinks itself, tumbling to float face-down in the surface, the final murmur rising at last. No…maintained. That was… The carcass of Overkill suddenly blazes into intense flaming heat, steam rising up as the last of the organic flesh burns away and the metal husk, battered and shorn, sinks to its final resting place at the bottom of Imar, beneath a bed of lost organs, with Suchodon and Theraga as the final witnesses.
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Sept 14, 2009 22:38:40 GMT -5
Suchodon and Theraga stand side-by-side on the beach for a few moments, staring out over the water as the base behind them burns. Suchodon hisses and turns away, slowly limping into the base and making his way to his hangar and pool in the back. Already crews are working to put out the fires, Adams using giant fire hoses and Harpies dumping massive bucketfuls of seawater from above. The chimera makes sure to keep out of the crews’ ways as he limps through the base. He knows he can’t directly help them put out the fires, but he can at least not hinder them.
A few minutes later, Suchodon makes it to his pool. Since it was rather far from where all the fighting took place, the area is thankfully undamaged. The reptile wearily enters the pool and submerges, blowing bubbles from his nostrils as the cool water soothes his scorched skin. After several moments, he turns around and lays down on the slope leading up to the bank, only the very tip of his snout breaching the surface so he can breathe. His home safe, Suchodon’s eyes drift shut and he falls asleep. Big Al, sensing the danger has passed, joins Suchodon in laying at the shoreline.
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Post by DinoHunter2 on Sept 15, 2009 19:51:29 GMT -5
Caitlyn let out a massive sigh of relief, running her hands through her hair and leaning back in her seat. "Thula's grace..." She muttered, lifting the grendelstone. Are you okay? She immediately inquired, re-establishing her mindlink with Theraga. The war-torn kaiju, slowly moving past the burning warehouses, responded reassuringly. He was wounded, but he'd make it. Nothing a little regeneration couldn't take care of. Good. Caitlyn replied. You really had me worried... especially in the bay. I know water's not your thing. He growled softly, stepping over a jeep full of people. Caitlyn read his thoughts and laughed. Yeah, well, I'm just glad you're still in one piece. That guy was really out for blood. Theraga grunted to himself, then kept going. Walking through the hangar doors, he limped inside and noticed Caitlyn standing nearby, a pair of targeting goggles resting on her forehead. You were really brave out there, Theraga. She silently informed him. You and Sucho saved a lot of lives today. I'm really proud of you. Theraga grumbled modestly, then nodded. He continued on, wandering toward the medical bay.
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