(CVnU) World War Warsman RPG

After the events in the Devakai floating laboratory, Brahma Corporation was taking their distance from Az, an advantage he used to take time to find his reason to live and his goals. The Cyborg Traveler hitchhiked his way through Europe as he also researched about the shadowy enemy he was fighting from a distance, mostly to occupy his time. Now he was currently in Romania, investigating a forgotten Soviet facility, as remnants of the Cultists he found in Mykolaiv months ago were trying once more to resurrect Joseph Stalin as a Lich. But as he walked through the streets, the Bodhi SYS, the system of sensorial enhancements that allowed the Cyborg Hero to detect incoming dangers and analyze his environment went haywire, as the outer range, covered mostly by a satellite enhanced array of sensors picked up something coming his way. Missiles of unknown origin and advanced technology were coming to impact the country.

-What I’m going to do?- asked Asura to himself as he looked the sky with fear. That doubts were only momentary as he rushed towards the nearest authority to inform about, hoping it wasn’t too late.

"You're not ready yet. if you go, you WILL DIE!"

"I'm not ready, I know that but I don't have much of a choice anymore, he isn't giving me a choice anymore." Angel said while standing on a bed of clouds.

"I only intervene in the gravest of circumstances my child but if you must do this, then it is your duty to, I hope you have a chance, bless you my child."

Angel looks down and exhales, "If I don't do this, the world might not have a chance"

He saw croatia in the distance as he road up on his bike, the flames of an innocent people driven to the edge of pain and suffering by a mad tyrant, a child pulling the legs of a spider and watching it frantically try to run away, Angel knew that's all he was, A child with a magnifying glass who got off on flames and he was ready to play babysitter.

"Hello!" the town seemed deserted, a barren wasteland of crumbled lives, "Anybody there.", "Hurry get inside!" A native man trembling with fear approached, "Hurry get to a shelter, we don't have time." The missile approached over the sunset, the native man prayed knowing his time was here

"O Risen Lord, the way, the truth and the life, make us faithful followers, of the spirit of your resurrection. Grant that we may be inwardly, renewed; dying to ourselves, in order that you may live in us."

"Run home to your family, This isn't the end!" Angel rides his bike at a blazing fast speed at the missile approaches, the missile now bearing over the town he leaps off his bike spinning his staff at an incomprehensible speed in a perfect circle using his gun as propulsion, he collided with the missile absorbing it in the cycle, "Nearly there." This is the strongest attack Angel has ever blocked, his magic was being drained, "ALMOST." BOOM, the missile blew but not with an explosion with a strange substance, it missed the city but engulfed Angel "WHAT THE, ARRGGHH!" Angel could see his body malforming and mutating, "father please" he fell to the earth as the heavens cried, He was no longer Amazing Angel he was a servant of Warsman now!

Ajax gazed at the crimson ring which he cradled in his massive hand, rolling it back it forth as it let off a hue the same crimson colour as the ring. It was a power ring of the Berserk Order; it was the inanimate and physical embodiment of hate, and rage. It had come to him when he could not control himself and it had taken advantage of him...or at least that is what he believed happened. However, he had been chosen to bear this ring not because it had taken advantage of him but because what lied deep inside of him was the true Ajax. He ignored it, but the harder he tried to be a hero, the more it began to take him.  He had only used the ring once, and he had no recollection of what had happened, only that it had taken several of Earth's heroes to free him from it's power. The question was; did it bring out the monster, or did it put the monster back in? 
 
Ajax's deep thoughts were broken by his cellphone buzzing on the dark, wooden table in front of him. He picked it up and answered, "Hmm, okay. Uh huh, sounds good I'll be there general." 
   

10 Hours later. Croatian air space.

The police hand waved the Cyborg warning, and even after blasting a window with his energy projection capabilities they didn’t believed about the incoming attacks. Asura was a tad ticked off for their inefficiency as they didn’t even checked with the military or anybody else. After this, the Cyborg Hero decided to take matter in his own hands, he tried to avoid using his capabilities to the fullest as even if his resolution was strong, and he didn’t know if the mainframe could take control over him once again. But this time around he needed to put aside his doubts and prepare to use the enhancements he despised so much, the only robbing him from his humanity to save others, maybe that was better than not having them, if he could help others. As he prepared to intercept the missiles before the hit the ground, hours from the country, his Bodhi SYS picked something else, smaller signals but in greater number. –I think the vernacular for this is “I’m screwed”.- Muttered Asura as he looked to the sky while several packs of heavily arm robots appeared descending at great speed. All of them shared the looks of their creator the infamous Warsman.

As he took a higher position to receive the incoming enemies he noticed that far from where he was standing one of the missiles already reached the ground, yet the lack of a nuclear cloud made him sigh in relief, for a second he tried to think what kind of load would be carrying but he remembered that he had more important thing to pay attention. The Warbots army spear head, a group of five zoomed in over town, Asura jumped to encounter them, hoping to keep them away from the streets. A powerful flying kick was his opening move, connecting perfectly against the robot chest plate, putting a foot shaped dent on it. The other four noticed immediately Az presence and attacked, but thanks to the Cyborg superior speed and agility, in contrast of the movements of the Warbot, that were fast, yet choppy and lacking in the fluidity only a human could bring to the table rather than a heartless machine. The two nearest mechanical soldiers rushed to physically assault Asura, the first one was avoided and the second one almost got the Cyborg Hero, scratching his side with enough force to go through a battleship hull. The Bodhi SYS analyzed that the strength of each one of this robots was near the 100 ton class, thus they were the strongest enemies Az had ever fought.

The other two launched twin blasts of energy, but Asura stopped supporting his weight his the feet Blaster Nodes, thus the gravity allowed him to avoid both discharges, as the Nano-Blood started repairing the damage done by the barely dodged brush with dead he had with one of the mechanical monsters. –One clean hit from them and I’m screwed.- Az said in a whisper to as he landed in a roof top and was followed by the group. The one with the dent in the chest seemed to be on the verge of malfunctioning, while the other 4 were in top condition. He could tell a joke or throw some banter, but the Bodhi SYS told him that the opponents he faced were purely mechanical lacking of any intelligence or sentience. 3 attacked while on was left behind alongside the damaged one to serve as support fire, the first two attacked at the same time and Asura managed to dodge their metallic fists by sliding under one of them through the open legs. The third one tried to quick the Cyborg while he finished his move, but Az was faster and with a small discharge from his nodes he accelerated his ascent and used the extended leg as a support beam, running up the massive robotic entity up to his head that with a powerful kick, further enhanced by the use of the foot Blaster Node as propeller he tore it cleanly.

1 down 4 to go, or at least that was what Asura tried to keep thinking, even if he knew that this wasn’t the case, since he could feel the fleets of robotic minions getting near by the minute, not to mention the missiles. Just as the finished the kick, the Warbots that stayed behind as support fire launched two blasts, now lacking the edge of the sudden fall, and still in the motion of the kick the twin attacks of energy strike him like a demolition ball made of lighting and sent him flying through the city small yet scenic skyline. If this wasn’t a life or death situation he would definitively look around more, but this wasn’t the time for that. The 2 bots that attacked with melee flied at top speed towards the hole he left in the city bell tower. Inside Az thought of a plan and decided upon a course of action, as they flew towards him, he flew upwards and grabbed the giant bronze bell. When the two bots noticed Asura over them they went towards him with a cold merciless light in their emotionless eyes while shooting with both hands the same kind of energy blast as the others. After a quick check for vital signs and the confirmation of the townspeople evacuating far from the town center the Cyborg Hero went downwards using the bell as a makeshift shield against their blasts, that were deflected thanks to the bell density and curved shape and with it he crushed both robots into the ground and the released an intense and concentrated blast of energy over the ruined bell. The molten metal filtered through the Warbot junctions damaging vital parts of the inner circuitry.

Yet this small victory came with a price, as the other ambushed him, the one still undamaged attacked him, while the one with his foot printed in the chest sniped with a long range highly concentrated attack more akin to a laser than a blast. –Damnit I was too caught with those two to notice these.- he chastised angry at his lack of alertness and avoided the laser-like attack, that sliced what remained of the bell tower in half thanks to its powerful heat, as the top half slid to the side, the other robot made him move, and too distracted by the falling debris, Asura didn’t reacted in time and a powerful energy enhanced haymaker connected to his face sending him out of the building with half of his face blown off by the might of the attack. The bell tower collapsed over the robot, yet Asura was greatly damaged and his eyesight was cut in half as one of his eyes was blown away by the attack. The damaged both jumped from the rooftop with the clear objective of stomping the Cyborg Hero flat against the cracked street, but this time around, even with his capabilities diminished Asura managed to roll away from the danger, and stand up ready to continue fighting.

Seemingly the Warbots had a limited amount of uses of their energy projection systems or maybe this one mechanism were faulty after Asura’s kick, either way the Mechanical Abomination rushed to fight hand to hand. Even damaged Az was faster and more trained than the robot a dodged with skill each blow, while trying to land his own, but thanks to the recent fight his attacks lacked power, as it was still recharging. The Nano-Blood already healed the wound from the side and was now starting with the Cyborg face. The attacks from the Warbot grew slower and clumsier, while Az went into a higher gear and with after a sidestep to avoid a punch from the opponent, an attack with too much strength and lack of restraint that send the fist of the robot into the ground. Asura took advantage of this situation and jumped over him, spinning mid-air and finishing him with an axe kick. The Warbot was split in half and as Asura left towards the next fleet location, the robot exploded violently.

The next batch was coming this time 20, the Cyborg hoped to defeat them here and hold the line, but truth to be told, that was the only thing he had, hope. As the enemies were closing in the Darwin Drive talked with its digital voice. – STRATEGICAL SUGGESTION: RETREAT. - Asura heard the A.I and rejected its plan. – I can’t do that, things like this won’t be solved if I ran away.- The A.I surely didn’t understood that reply, but in matter of seconds a new proposition appeared in the HUB. – STRATEGICAL SUGGESTION: HI-BLASTER MODE IN SPREAD SETTING.- The Cyborg was surprised by this, as that kind of tactic would deplete his energy and only destroy this wave and maybe a couple of the closest missiles. Maybe the Darwin Drive didn’t only evolve the Chassis but also itself. – I think that option is acceptable, a pleasure working with you, even with the ups and down. Activate HI-BLASTER MODE, SPREAD SETTING!.- Asura took a firm stance and his arm started to shift into a high power cannon. After the removal of the Vajra Device, he had control over his enhanced modes, yet he disliked using them as some residual fear of turning into a machine still lurked inside him. The cannon started to gather energy from all around, electrical lines, car batteries and Asura himself, and a powerful and massive discharge spread like a cone reached for the heavens, vaporizing most of the incoming troops and two of the missiles closest to the location. A third missile was damaged and most of the nearby Warbots in range of 10 km.

But this victory came with a price, most of the systems were shut down until the solar energy or manual recharge, thus Asura fell in the rooftop limp. He didn’t even noticed when some of the Mechanical Soldiers took him towards their country of origin.

"UNDER THE UNITED NATIONS, UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AND THE LAW, WE ORDER YOU TO PUT DOWN WHATEVER WEAPONS YOU HAVE AND SURRENDER, WE HAVE IT FROM HERE, IF YOU DO NOT WE WILL HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO USE DEADLY FORCE"

"I AM DEADLY FORCE", Angel begins to charge at the helicopter flying above, "No wait that kinda sucked, uuh forget it." Angel's eyes were glowing bright yellow brightly through his goggles, he dashes to the top of a nearby steeple faster than a race car on a flat track, he leaps off the steeple top landing right in front of the glass separating himself from the terrified pilots, he jams the staff into the propeller, severely damaging it but not destroying it, he knew if they limped back to their masters then the rescue effort would slow them down enough to buy him some time. Staring into the eyes both pilots, he snarled like a rapid dog, "LEAVE HERE AND TELL WHOEVER SENT YOU, TO NEVER COME BACK, OR DIIEE!! Your choice"

"I didn't know they had robots too. more toys I can play with" He unsheathed his weapons, "that back there was business, A tactic I used to advance a goal, now you've just given me a chance to unwind", The robots closed in on Angel, they were nowhere near as advanced as Warbots, Maybe they were the U.N. peacbots he'd been hearing so much about, all they were to him was scrap metal, he raced up to a bot and kicked it against a wall, the bot was slow to react as he turned his staff into a sharp point stabbing it in it's robotic eye. He turned around aiming his gun at twenty more peacebots that had been deployed.

He removed the heads of the peacebots and carrying them out into the street, "HELLO, IS THAT IT, I KNOW THERES ANOTHER HERO AROUND HERE, C'MON BE A MAN ABOUT THIS, I WON'T BITE, SCARED HUH I DON'T BLAME YA," He looks around at the flaming wreckage, "LOOK AT WHAT I JUST DID, WHAT WARSMAN DID, WHY DON'T YOU JUST P*** YOUR PANTS NOW AND RUN HOME, THAT WOULD BE THE SMART THING"

@Prometheus_: "Hey didn't your mom ever tell you not to play with matches," Angel dropped the peacebot heads on the ground, the control of Warsman's PHALAX serum still coursing through his veins, making him obey Warsman without question. "And hey we're all heroes here" Angel attempting to trick the man, walking closer and closer to the mysterious stranger, he is at face level with the Pyromancer now, wink "Now if you want all the glory, I'd be more than happy to let you try and take it from me," Angel drew his staff his eyes, glowing even brighter from the PHALAX serum, He stabbed his staff into the ground as power flowed though his body.

The tone of his voice changed from a mocking bore to a raspy snarl as more power surged, surrounding him like a hurricane, "SO READY TO STOP WASTING MY TIME, LET'S DANCE D***HEAD" Angel dashes at the stranger with incredible speed shooting sphere of energy ready to become heat seeking missiles with his command, he moulded his staff into and hammer ready to smash the stranger to pieces where he stood.

@Prometheus_: Fire surrounded Angel, as he uses his light of protection to shield him from the fire "That was a nice parlour trick but you better get ready to burn out", Angel wondered how how to destroy a being with no solid matter, he noticed how close they were to the lake, BRRAAH BRAAH His motorcycle circled around him creating a tornado sucking in everything around him, he shot something into the lake from his gun the stranger had no idea what it could be, "but if you like parlour tricks I've got one for ya", The bike picks up incredible speed enhancing the tornado "THIS IS THE ONE WHERE YOU DISAPPEAR!"

SYSTEM REBOOT, 30% ENERGY RECUPERATED, FUNCTIONS AT MINIMUM, PRECAUTIONS IS ADVICED

The mechanical voice of the Darwin Drive A.I woke up Az as he was dragged by two Warbots through a sinister looking hallway. The walls and the floor were made of some metallic substances and the support arcs decorated the whole hallway, Asura decided not to move until he was sure about where he was. Most of his wounds, the ones suffered against Warsman troops were repaired but his low energy cut his capabilities and functions into a shadow of their former glory. The main problem was the lack of long range scanners and senses, as the Cyborg Hero grew accustomed to having a much larger sensorial input and now with that being reduced at barely over the human level he was feeling kind of lost. He hated, and possibly would never, to admit that he liked some of the advantages that his body brought to him, as for example beauty unseen for the human perception, like the slow motion of a hummingbird wings, or the splashes of water reflecting the sun and turning for a split second into small marbles of pure light, something a human would barely notice but he could see for several seconds. That kind of beauty was one of the reasons that he could stand the mechanical and cybernetic implants attached to his body.

With that mental conundrum he was brought into a room with a slab in the middle, outfitted with high technology shackles and other restraining gear. The shackles he was wearing right now seemed inescapable for any human, but no human could de-attach their hands, but for the moment he decided to keep a low profile as the Warbots deposited him in the slab and left after shackling him to it. This was surely a laboratory/prison outfitted to receive super humans; the concrete slab seemed too excessive for a regular physician, but Az didn’t knew what was waiting for him. The door opened again and a man clothed with a white labcoat and black scrubs got inside. But his clothing wasn’t what caught Asura’s attention, his face did that. The doctor had no meat over his exposed skull of a scarlet tone that made the Cyborg Hero instantly think of blood. Baron Wulfrihtg was his name and how he decided to present himself as he grabbed a chainsaw from the tool box. - I need to do something about this or I’ll end up chopped in pieces.- That thought rushed in Asura’s mind as he asked the A.I if the Magnetic Field could be deployed. –AFFIRMATIVE, MAGNETIC FIELD NECCESARY ENERGY IS EFFICIENT IN RELATION OF THE CURRENT ENERGY RESERVES.- The A.I talked inside Asura’s head that didn’t wasted one more second as the advanced alloy chainsaw was coming towards his skin.

As the mad Scientist was about to open his head with a single slash, the Magnetic Field was deployed, repelling the chainsaw and the mad scientist if he was still holding it against a wall. The shackles were pushed from inside out by the Field and Az was free with 49% of his energy already recharged, he was still feeling weak, but he could handle it. His first priority was to knock down the scientist and then search for an energy source to fully recharge so he could find out his current location. With that in mind he rushed Baron Wulfrihtg with the intention of decking him in the head thanks to his superior speed and strength.

@Prometheus_: Angel stopped the hurricane and walked over to the bloodied stranger, He raised his hand over the top of the bleeding mass, "You play with fire too long you get burned." A white light shines out of his hand, The bitten off tongue reattaches itself as his broken leg cracks back into place, Angel's morality was fighting with the serum for control, "I don't need you dyeing on Warsmans floor here, now leave and never cross me again!" Angel begins to walk away, his back turned to the now healthy stranger. "Now weigh up your options and be smart about this."

@Prometheus_: "Bad move buddy" Angel allowed the chain to surround his neck as used his healing abilities to stave off the damage the chain would cause, he pulled against the chains grip, grabbing onto the back of his bike, he held onto his bike as it pulled the Pyromancer closer to the lake, "Hang ten dude, it's time for the waves." The mysterious orbs Angel had shot into the water earlier exploded like dynamite creating a huge tidal wave engulfing both fighters.

@Wulfrihtg:

During the time the Chassis was recharging the Mainframe calculated new ways to overcome energy depletion, improving the efficiency of it by 20% and starting the designs to create modifications in the Chassis that would allow the consumption of the nearby heat as thermal energy, this was it was happening had the Nano-Blood in full work, so when the Baron attacked the Chassis was flooded with the nanites workers fully active. The moment the bacteria got in contact with Az body, was the moment the Darwin Drive A.I started acting against it, having experience fighting against the bacteria and virus that could attack the still human parts of Asura not to mention having a nano-bots for blood, allowed the Bacteria not only to be purged, but also to be contained in an isolated receptacle for reconfiguration and replication, allowing the Cyborg Hero to use the same kind of attack the Baron just tried to employ against him. –Sorry, but I think that won’t be possible.- Asura’s energy was already over the 50% and he moved towards the Doctor to attack him, this time much faster than before. –It seems you know how to take a punch so I’ll be a little bit rougher this time, for that I’m sorry.- The Deva XIX threw a punch, but in an incredible fast motion he changed from a closed fist to an open palm with the Blaster Node of his palm ready to attack, but only a non-lethal blast aimed to mess with the brain waves and a powerful light aiming to blind the sadistic Doctor.

The moment the Flash Blast was shoot was the moment Asura decided to run away tearing through the door as paper with a well-placed shoulder impact. He needed to run away and find a place to hide, while he checked his surroundings.

@Prometheus_: Angel felt the burning sensation in his internal organs, as he intensified the healing factor of his Angel Armour to accommodate, Angel knew he had to finish this now as he slowed time with Magic Moment, long enough so he could figure out what to do, Angel pointed his gun over the head of that flame guy and got ready to make the shot, Angel knew this couldn't be any ordinary shot, so he focused on his Gun of Gabriel, focused on what it would fire out, focused on Liquid Nitrogen, He though freezing the Pyromancer would do the trick. "Bye,bye" He waved at the pyromancer as he brought time back to speed and made the shot all in a split second.

Rushing through the metallic plated hallways, Asura hoped to find a way out of this laboratory, and more important to get away from that weird red skulled Doctor. The Cyborg Hero moved without making a sound as he was using the magnetic field he could generate to “step” on air, instead of the metallic floor, thanks a faint field of repulsion coming from his feet Blaster Nodes thus his strides were silent. The recovery of his energies reserves allowed Az to make proper scans of the surroundings with the Bodhi SYS, with this he could perceive the enemies before they appeared and search through the maze of dark halls the exit. The Energy Reserves were at 70% and things seemed a little brighter at least until his long range scans told him where he was. Elysia the land of Warsman, he only heard about the Villain, but those rumors were more than enough to give him goose bumps, something he was surprised of still having. Whispering to himself, the Cyborg said as sighing. –Once again I use the vernacular for this “I’m screwed”.-

Ajax released his parachute, causing a massive jerk against his body as his decent dramatically decreased.  He began to drop down into the forest below which neared at a constant rate; just as he entered into the tree canopy his chute caught on the top of tree bringing his decent to a instant stop. Ajax lay in a slump for a few short seconds but then the dead silence of the forest was interrupted by the electronic crackle of his radio coming to life."Alpha One, this is Zero, do you have boots on ground? Over."  
 
Ajax pressed the button attached to his vest, activating his mic on his headset, "Zero, this is Alpha one, I'm tangled in a tree but will be on the ground in approximately three-zero seconds. Over."  
 
The radio came to life again, "Zero, Roger, Out."  
 
"Now to get myself out of this damn mess"  Ajax muttered under his breath. Then he heard it, a metal clanging...footsteps beating against the under brush not so far away from where Ajax was hanging. The sound neared and soon it materialized the source; it was one of Warsmans warbots, more than likely on a patrol. Ajax reached for his knife quickly and readied to cut the chute line which would allow him to drop down to the ground. He waited, hoping the bot would walk right under him and make this an easy encounter. However, this was not the case; the bot stopped for a second, turning it's head in all directions. Ajax assumed it was scanning the area...it would definitely pick up Ajax. 
  
The warbot tilted it's head up, it's mechanical eyes came in contact with Ajax hanging up in the tree. <<Enemy detected. Superhuman identified. Ajax. Threat level - extreme. Course of action. Termination.>>  The machine raised it's arm which changed into an energy gun, a red glow being produced from the opening of the barrel as it hummed to life.   
 
Ajax cut the line and it was not a moment to soon. The energy blast missed him by just a few inches and completely decimated the tree sending bark and leaf fragments in all directions. The mortal titan hit the ground with a massive thud and immediately raised his assault rifle to his shoulder and began firing with excellent precision. The rounds bounced off the robot like mere spit wads; however Ajax was not shooting to harm the warbot...he was strategically testing it's durability.  
 
The warbots rifle arm aimed quickly back at Ajax and fired. The invulnerable soldier was not so lucky this time as the blast caught him directly in the chest sending him flying backwards and through the trunk of a massive tree. His body created a crater in the soft, dark soil as he skidded to a stop and swiftly recovered to his feet.  
 
The mechanical foe's arm had now returned to it's normal, metal, skeletal form and it was headed at Ajax in a full sprint. Ajax responded to this attack with a grin and braced himself for impact. The robot hit him like a eighteen wheeler and began to squeeze it's arms tightly like a mechanical  boa constrictor. Ajax laughed  at the machines pathetic attempt to dispatch him and spoke, "I cannot be armed physically you foolish machine." 
 
The words were barely out of his mouth, and he pulled a grenade from his vest as the machine still continued to squeeze. He pulled the pin and drove the grenade into the machines mouth. In response, the warbot attempted to let go but now Ajax applied the bear hug and with a sadistic grin. The fuse ended and the explosion went off, blowing the warbots head and a bit of it's upper torso to charred, smoking pieces of metal. The blast also managed to toss Ajax back into the dirt, but he simply lifted himself from the ground and wiped the dirt from his uniform.  
 
"Zero, this is Alpha one, I just had contact with my first enemy. One of Warsmans warbots. Will continue towards the objective. Out"

The two collided with enough force to shake the Earth itself. They fought like the battles of myth between the Gods of Mount Olympus and the evil Titans except there was just the two of them. Each earth shattering blow did not bring either contender closer to victory; they matched each other hit after hit. But then suddenly, the Iron Tyrant cast some sort of force shield which dramatically began to slow the vicious, rage-fuelled onslaught of Ajax. 
 
His punches became weaker and slower, and he began to feel exhausted. The crimson savage was being drained of his power, his energy, his rage. As he began to slow, Warsman delivered a blow which pounded Ajax deep into the ground; it was a blow stronger than that which he had been giving the entire battle. Clearly Warsman was draining Ajax's power and converting it into his own strength. However, Ajax was a mindless beast and putting such a simple puzzle together would prove impossible. Thus, he continued with his weakened onslaught only to be struck back down or parried with every punch, weakened with every move.  
 
The Crimson Giants barrage had come to a streaming halt as he dropped to the ground and his mass began to wither away. The ring no longer glowed bright and the rage was distant in his eyes as he returned to his original, human form. Ajax lay there panting like a dog in the dirt, but he began to laugh, almost hysterically. The impervious mortal spoke, "You think you can drain all my energy? This ring is filled with unlimited energy and will recharge over and over because of the chaos ongoing on this earth...chaos caused by you! I can't beat you, but the savage inside of me can't wait to come back out and rip you to tiny pieces!" 
 
As Ajax finished his sentence his skin once again dawned the red hue of the monster and ring shined even brighter then before. He was once again transformed and stood his ground in front of the Iron Tyrant with a more refined look in his eyes. The look was still one of rage, but this time it was more directed, it was targeted, it had a purpose.

@_Golem_ said:

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Some distance outside Earth's atmosphere, a light burst among some piles of meteorites and space trash. Launching from the dust and rocks, a orb of golden light flies through the distance of space at extreme speeds, leaving a trail of it's radiance as it rockets towards the Earth. A visible field can be seen surrounding the light, containing it, as it bursts through the invisible spheres surrounding the blue planet. Fire burns on the field containing the light, protecting it. As it breaks through to the the last sphere, the living portion of Earth, it stops. The orb rotates, and then launches again. After some minutes, it launches towards it's apparent destination, or, at least, the first.

Paris, France- Weapons rain upon the city of France as a large Hellspore descends from the skies. The computerized systems of the flying fortress's insides arm the central cannon. It visibly begins to glow and spark as it is aimed towards the Eiffel Tower. Jets and planes are useless to stop it or gather it's attention as they are quickly shot down. As the cannon's charging nears completion, fate takes it chance to intervene. The golden orb blasts across the landscape. In minutes, it travels miles and miles, passing through the horizon. The Hellspore attempts to turn it's anti-air weapons, but the orb crashes into the central cannon before they fire. The charged energy explodes, and smoke expels from the flying destruction as it slowly begins to lose altitude. For some reason, the fortress chooses to expel away from the city and into a countryside as it crashes. The populace soon flock towards it, to see what happened, and to see if they still need to fight and hide. After perhaps 30 minutes, the heap begins floating again, with a familiar golden light creaking through the cracks between the metal. The populace flee some distance as the heap begins rotating in a huge sphere of the scrap at high speeds. After some time, the metal begins to bend and joint and mesh, forming the vaguely humanoid form the being that calls itself Darwin. Standing some bit taller than the surviving Eiffel tower, the being nods at the crowd before levitating upwards. He could sense another coming, and it was his turn to bring about destruction.

"Warsman, my wayward son, you have caused quite the uproar!"

The ancient blood of the god-emperor flowed freely through his ragged veins. The long imprisonment he had been placed under finally wore off as the seal cracked with the impact of the Hellspore in the French countryside. Standing from the dust and debris, the lord of ages contemplates the current flow of time and understand everything within a short second of observation. He looks with malicious intent at the giant mechanized life-form mere meters away from him. Sensing its imminent departure, Aldeon magnified his size many times over in order to match the height and mass of his soon-to-be opponent. Charging his hands with a molecule-disrupting energy, the god of evil laughs as he begins his merciless attack.

"You seek to protect these humans? This blight on Earth's surface? How noble! But you must remember that you face me now! You face ALDEON!"

With a thunderous blast of light and heat capable of atomizing most targets into radioactive slag, Aldeon advanced coldly, meaning to brutally assault the towering titan in close combat.

@_Golem_:

Effectively a behemoth of strength due to his size, Aldeon kept a disproportionate amount of speed in his strikes as well, dispersing the air molecules around him and virtually eliminating friction altogether. Telepathically augmenting his already monstrous physical power, his defensive and offensive blows came at frightening speed. He laughed at the metal mountain's attempts to harm him, though blood did flow from an open wound on his head. He opened his mouth wide and forced a dozen atoms together, creating a series of fusion reactions that he then directed at his opponent. Many onlookers were instantly fried, though a curious force shield around Paris came into effect at the last second, protecting untold thousands of innocent lives. The foliage and fauna fared far worse, however, as the concentrated bursts of nuclear fusion tore their environment asunder.

Truly, this was the end of days.

The Crimson Savage stood there as Warsman spoke his delusional words. He had barely finished his sentence when Ajax tore off in a sprint like a heat-seeking missile aimed directly at its target. Ajax collided with the iron tyrant like a freight train, however it hardly budged his opponent. The invulnerable titan immediately began delivering massive blows that would rip open the side of a tank with ease but Warsman simply stood his ground, the strikes hardly phasing him. 
 
Then Warsman began retaliating, striking back with the same ferocity but he too was not having any luck at damaging the enraged mortal. Ajax managed to catch hold of one of Warsmans wrist as he attempted a strike, and then caught the other as well. A grim, sadistic smile cracked across the face of the crimson giant. He began to squeeze with all his might, attempting to crush the gauntlets which appeared to be giving off energy, energy that allowed the iron tyrant to go blow for blow with Ajax. Although, the mindless beast had no knowledge of this, he was just trying to cripple Warsman and put him through brutal pain.

@_Golem_:

All was quiet after the oblivion that had erupted from the shell of the infinite power. Everything save for nearby Paris had been utterly eradicated. Ash and smoke remained, leaving death and fire in its terrible wake. But life endured. A horrible life, and an ancient one. From the molecules he had been reduced to, the god-emperor resurfaced. Boiling out of thin air like a distant tumor, he grew to full size within seconds and retained his shape as well. He looked upon the devastation with a faint admiration and began to laugh heartily.

"Fool! Such uncivilized destructive output cannot harm me! You merely dispersed my atoms, something I can easily reconstitute from. However, let us not continue this battle. I have business with a certain monarch, the one who created the Hellspore you brought down earlier in this encounter. You may follow if you so desire, and I shall build for you another body - a better one!"

With but a gesture, the lord of ages conjured the air molecules before him and hardened them into a perfect adamantium shell for the floating cosmic energy before him, the same energy he presumed to be sentient and the instigator of their minor duel.

@Prometheus_: "Maybe I should've gone for a fire extinguisher instead." Angel could feel the fire intensifying, raging inside, roasting his internal organs like someone had jammed a blow torch up his A$$, His insides were being incinerated and reforming every millisecond, draining his pool of energy considerably every second he used it, he knew he needed to pull out the big guns, metaphorically of course, in a split second his eyes started glowing brighter, now emitting an almost steam off of them, he crossed his arms into an X across his chest, as he started lifting his knees to his chest he started rising from the ground, slightly, smoothly and cloud like, "BLINDING LIGHT!" A large crack like lighting could be heard miles away, Angel exploded with powerful white light, knocking everything in his environment back, Angel had unleashed his most powerful attack, was he still holding back, had Warsman really taken over, could PHALANX still control a being as powerful as Angel, only time will tell.

(It's not the end of the fight or anything, I just wrote a bunch for no reason.)

I slam into Warstodt at 670,000,000 miles per hour.

At that speed my body shattered every hydrogen atom it struck. The nuclear blast ignited the atmosphere above Esyla in a single apocalyptic spark.

The sky was thermonuclear fire.

And the city of Warstodt became nuclear fuel upon the pyre. At around .99c my impact is roughly equal to 8,900 megatons of TNT. Close to 70 times the power of the Tsar bomb. In 189 nanoseconds the city of Warstodt becomes a collection of shatter atoms streaming outward at high fractions of light speed. They fused with other particles creating bubble of iridescent plasma that swallowed everything within 31 miles.

In less than a tenth of a second most of Elysia is gone.

I hover in a vacuum for nearly three seconds. Everything is gone. That ball of fire is the atomic corpse of Warstodt.

The debris rush back in to fill the vacuum with . The thunderclap literally shakes the bedrock and snuffs out the atomic sky.

Its a desert of nuclear ash.

I'll name it peace.

Ajax continued to squeeze the Iron Tryants wrists with unrelenting force; harder and harder by the second. The strain on his gauntlets could be heard as they creaked and neared their breaking point. There was no sign of the crimson savage letting go in sight, but then a voice sounded across the battleground as a man descended from the heavens.  
 
The man spoke to Ajax, which as a result caused a distraction and eased the grip of the impervious mortal. Warsman now had his opening, and he was quick to take advantage of it. Quickly he struck with an earth shuddering uppercut causing the giant-like body of Ajax to do a complete flip. This attack was followed up by a vicious knee to the face and then a hammer fist strike which planted Ajax deep into the ground.  
 
The rouge behemoth grunted as he staggered to his feet once more, wiping the dirt from his broad, cannonball-like shoulders.  Ajax immediately fired a sharp glance at the man who had just recently appeared. His hair was long and blonde, and he carried a large hammer which he was now spinning at incredible speeds causing static energy to be released in all directions.  
 
Normally, the savage that now controlled Ajax would instantly attack this new assailant out of nothing but pure, blinded rage and hatred. But something was different on this day; he just stood there observing the man winding up his hammer which he then released at incredible speeds which was directed at the Iron Tyrant. 
 
Ajax took hint to the fragile alliance that has just been created and followed suit. He ripped a massive boulder from the ground, and like in an Olympic event he tossed it faster than any baseball pitcher could ever manage.

@King Saul This 'Warsman' had clearly accumulated vast stores of knowledge. Magical, technological, and more. All the eventual derivatives of vast sums of cosmic knowledge that dwarfed the combined sum of this centuries libraries.

With that knowledge he had built for himself a country. Made himself a massive army. And before me was some titanic producer of his forces.

I was in no mood to spar with his minions.

Twin spears of ruby light tear free of from my eyes. Each is a nineteen gigawatt laser, nearly forty billion watts of power total. And the pair of them target the skull of this latest technological monstrosity.

@Prometheus_: As the smoke cleared Angel looked around for the Pyromancer, He noticed a scorch mark on the ground, he knew he had held back, that wasn't lethal, at least he didn't think it was, maybe he left, maybe he wasn't strong enough to withstand it, maybe he became fire again and flew away with the wind, he didn't know maybe it was better for him that way.

The streets of Croatia were empty, nothing but Warbots and people enslaved to PHALANX, The hell that he'd had a hand in, against his will, against his faith and against everything he stands for.

@Warsman: @.Ajax.: @Skjovald_Glaciertooth: Angel felt great forces clashing in the distance, "Really, Croatia is gonna get torn apart.", He sat on his Hog riding it too the battle, He rode up to Warsman battling the two powerful heroes threatening his plans for world domination, standing at his side.

"Dude, backups here."