Re-SSFW Round 1 - "HellFire Plateau"

[Wzrdto25]

The Demon Princess, Vile, has transported the contestants to a remote location. Purgatory, as some would call it, or in better terms, a little piece of hell. This secluded playing field is home to demons and monsters unlike anything in the known universe. You must fight to stay alive in this most harmful terrain. Good luck!

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The demon princess Vile, is the most torturous being in the Universe. She has a million demons at her disposal and she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She plans to destroy every last hero with her dark powers. Her army of Hell Hounds can sense a presence from miles away, and they hold the power and speed of an elephant and a cheetah.

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Stay Alive!

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[Zai]

Itachi woke up on the ground and looked around. He stood up and saw two large fire pillars. Interesting, he thought to himself. This place felt very hot, and seemed like it was right out of hell. He decided to test if it was a genjutsu first, putting his hands together. "Release," he muttered, as nothing happened, so he activated his Sharingan, his pupils turning red with three tomes surrounding the center of each pupil.

He looked around. It didn't seem to be a genjutsu, so he didn't need to be that worried, at least, not yet. Itachi looked around, and saw flames around him. It's as if the flames were keeping him in, imprisoning him in a place that can be described as only one thing: a fiery hell.

Itachi looked around and started walking, looking for a way out of the hell-like location he had stumbled upon, and didn't seem to find one. Then he looked over, and saw a strange looking figure. It looked like a very big dog, and it seemed to be gritting its teeth at him.

[Larxene Thunder Girl]

The dog takes another step twords him, Growling, as another tall figure approaches.

[RXS]

Consciousness came back to Yuna in a terrifying flash. How did I get here, Yuna thought to herself while pillars of vicious flames rocketed skyward around her. Perspiration formed on various places on her body as she realized she was in the middle of a burning forest, the Pine Trees around her burning but their appearance stayed exactly the same. She heard a low growl to her left and was instantly on her feet, completely alert.

The sole growl quickly turned into multiple growls, the eerie sounds now coming from all around her. Nothing could possibly be alive in this catastrophic place... she thought, but a louder, much more menacing sound suddenly rang through the forest. In a single, terrifying moment, dark forms burst out of the forest from all around her, all of them heading straight towards her. Yuna had a fraction of a second to react, but she knew exactly what to do.

"Valefor, lend your wings to me!" She cried to the skies, sighing in relief when the large Aeon bird broke through the fire above her and scooped her out of the ground. She adjusted herself on Valefor's back and stared down at the monsters below, their eyes glowing red as they looked up at Yuna. "Valefor, use Energy Blast! Help me!" While Yuna's favorite Aeon performed it's most powerful Overdrive, Yuna had to hang on for her life. If she fell below to the Hellhounds, she knew she would have a hard time surviving.

[Firesnake]

Hot tongues of fire licked across his body as he slowly opened his eyes. A haze of yellow, red and orange obscured his view as the heat enveloped his body. Quickly, in a stroke of panic, he got up and hit the fire off of himself, only to remember that fire no longer had affect on him. Oh yeah, the viral thing. He thought as he rubbed his eyes and tried to take in his surroundings.

Shadowy figures moved along the fire, but were obscured from his sight by the flames. "Hey, who is there?!" He yelled as the DNA in his body started to crawl to his arms, but the roaring of the flames drowned out his voice. Yet an answer still followed in the form of growling, like Cerberus himself had escaped and now roamed this emblazed plane. "WHO IS THERE?!" He yelled again as his arms changed into black hulking claws.

The growling stopped and the shadows disappeared. The only sound he heard was the roaring of the eternal flames around him. What is going on here? He stepped forward through the wall of flames into a room which seemed as massive as it seemed small. Two pillars of fire threw a shade over a dark forest, whilst they roared with the power of a tidal wave. A large pentagram was drawn in fire on the floor. "Heh, and I thought that Manhattan was a weird place" He mumbled as he slowly walked along the edges of the pentagram, with his claws still out. "But this place is a whole new level of crazy"

[bofosho]

He was woken up by fire. Gordon Freeman opened his eyes to something he could not explain. He looked around. He appeared to be in a very hellish landscape, with two giant pillars of fire looming over him like the Citadel.

This was simply not possible.

Gordon heard what sounded like a wolf's howl behind him. He turned around, and saw what looked like a giant hellhound running at him. He didn't have time to think. He drew his SMG, and pumped a full clip into the creature's head before the huge beast fell to the ground. "Dead." he thought to himself. "Now where the HELL am I?" Suddenly, he heard a booming voice with tremendous power say:

The demon princess Vile, is the most torturous being in the Universe. She has a million demons at her disposal and she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She plans to destroy every last hero with her dark powers. Her army of Hell Hounds can sense a presence from miles away, and they hold the power and speed of an elephant and a cheetah.


"Well, that answers my question." He thought to himself.

[VenFan]

It happened almost instantly.

The woman could feel her entire being compacting into an exotic shape. A strange, transparent force pulling her inward. Her skin scuttled through her muscles, crawling down to her jagged, extensive fingernails. Gravity had defied itself in an act of wicked opposition. Reality itself had been warping itself to its own desire. Her compressed lungs made it futile to construct a proper scream. She was lost.

Suddenly, a brief instant of complete nothingness approached her. An immediate moment of solace encroached the mysterious event. Before she was able to contemplate the undetermined occurrence, she was gone.

Her heightened senses opposed her own comfort. A powerful scent of char irritatingly filled her nostrils. The tingling sensation traveled to her watering eyelids. A spiteful chorale of crackling and sizzling approached, forcing itself into her lengthy, downy ears.

"I sense it… A strong Mist…"

It begins.

[Zai]

Itachi turned around and saw a tall figure approaching him. "Temari, is that you?" he asked the figure.

[True Light]

While he's walking in Soul Society a white light appeared. After several seconds Byakuya sees location all in fire. Around him were fire pillars and forest. "What is this place?" He said as he walked towards the fire pillars. Nobody was there. He stand on one of the fire pillars and jump high to the mountain where he has better view on the location.
Everywhere were fire pillars and start walking across the mountain to find out where he is.

[bofosho]

Gordon saw, out of the corner of his eye, what looked like a sane human being! He had blueish hair, and was wearing a white robe. He needed all the help he could get, if he was going to survive.

"What is this place?" the man said. Before Gordon could signal that he was there, the man jumped on top of a nearby mountain.

"If I am to get this guys help, I am going to have to talk. Yell, at that! Ughhh. I never had to talk ONCE in YEARS! Why now?!?!" He thought to himself with a dissapointed frown.

Gordon Freeman is not a mute, he just... is not the social butterfly. He would only talk if it proved absaloutely neccesary.

"Well, here goes nothing." Gordon thought to himself as he opened his mouth.

"HEY UP THERE! WHOEVER YOU ARE, COME DOWN HERE IF YOU WANT SOME HELP!" he yelled in a booming voice.

Gordon quickly covered his mouth, shivered violently, and cringed at the fact that if he is going to communicate with this guy, he would have to vocalize even more, a concept that he HATED.

This really was hell, wasn't it?

[RXS]

As Valefor shot the final beams of its Energy Blast, Yuna gasped in shock. The Hellhounds below her shot a monstrous unified breath of flames and it collided with the Energy Blasts in mid air. Shockwave after shockwave of the collision slammed into Valefor and herself, knocking her Aeon off balance and thrusting her to the ground, right in the midst of the Hellhounds.

"Oh no... Valefor!"

Yuna was quickly surrounded by the winged beasts and they bared their dirty teeth at her, saliva dripping slowly from their jaws. Took out her handy Garment Grid, the device glowing before she activated it. "Sphere change!" Her summoner clothes were quickly replaced with her Songstress costume and she knew she was about to risk her life.

[HappyHeartless]

The vast and frozen field of the Dragonblight lay before her eyes. The ground was littered with ancient and colorless bones that had been there since the first war, sticking out from the ground where they could be seen from miles away. Alexstrasza could hear the clashing of scales, teeth, ice and fire as a raging battle went on around the Wyrmcrest Tower, a colossus built to honor a newly risen alliance. An alliance Alexstrasza was proud to be the leader of. Proud to think that she had a responsibility to protect those who stood by her side and to defeat those who dared threaten the different races of Azeroth.

Then it happened.
As if engulfed in a shroud of fire, a veil of red shot up before her eyes and covered her sight. Powerful magic was at work, she could sense it, and as a reflex she raised an arcane shield around her while trying to sense the perpetrator. As quick as it came the veil before her eyes disappeared, but so did all sense of familiarity as well. Alexstrasza was no longer standing atop the Wyrmcrest Tower. She could not sense the power emitting from the Dragonblight anywhere. She was not even in Azeroth anymore.
Was this a plot set in motion by Malygos? The Lich King? Or maybe even Neltharion?
She did not know, but her absence from Azeroth was a dangerous thing, and she knew she had to return quickly.


She now found herself in a place she had never seen before. Familiar places she had been in, yes, that is true, but never this particular place. The land was as barren as any she had ever seen, but from cracks in the ground, and even from the solid earth itself, fire rose upwards, licking at the air and spewing black smoke towards an equally black sky. She could feel the presence of life from far away, even in this dead place, but it was not that of life forms she had helped protect and create. Demons. Troubling creatures. The flames were a welcome sight, despite their hostile appearance; she could handle flame very well after all.

So here I am she thought, Alexstrasza the Life-Binder… aspect of the red dragonflight. The queen of all dragons, the great red leviathan, the guardian of all life on Azeroth… The mother of all life… And I do not even know where ‘here’ is.
She looked at her hands and shook her head. This was not good.

Alexstrasza is a red dragon. She was created by the titans and entrusted with the task to protect all life on Azeroth, a charge she does not take lightly. Her form as a red dragon can be quite alarming and intimidating, so revealing her true identity is something she rarely does unless it seems completely necessary. Whenever she does not deem it necessary, like now, she takes on another form, a form which resembles a high elf.
In this form she is tall and beautiful. Her hair is red as blood and reaches down below her shoulder, and her eyes gleam with a light, crimson glow, threatening and mesmerizing. Two intimidating horns which can be mistaken for an accessory juts out of the top of her head, and from them hang several rings. She is clad in a red and golden armor which barely even covers half her body to allow increased mobility, while the rest of her fair and smooth skin is left naked. On her back she wears a cape which starts out with a light, soft red at the top, then grows darker and stronger further down. At her neck is a beautiful ruby cut perfectly round, and it only helps to bring forth her royal and important appearance.
Though she is among the most beautiful beings in Azeroth, she is also one of the most dangerous and powerful. As one would say, she is a force to be reckoned with.

As her minds processes the recent events that brought her here, short as they may have been, she starts to walk forward. After all, one does not come any farther by standing still. The clanking of her plate boots echoes silently as they hit the ground, and her shadow dances wildly in accordance with the nearby flames. If this was indeed a trap set by her enemies, why was she alone? They would know that sooner or later she would find her way home, and their only chance was to destroy her… to try. Yet she was alone, and she could see no one.

In the end she decides she only has two possible choices. To wait here for her allies to find her or to find allies on her own and get out of this place. The choice is obvious. Alexstrasza is not one to sit around after all. She opens her mouth and speaks, her voice dark and powerful, yet beautiful and soothing.

“Is… There anyone there?”
Despite how effortless she spoke, her words rung out farther than one would have believed them to do, trying to reach the ears of anyone who could shed some light on her current predicament.

[power]

Roxas was waked up by a voice of what appeard to be a men in a futurist armor equiped with a strange gun, after a while Roxas noticed that he was yelling to a strange man in the top of a moutain.

He looked around and saw two giant fire pillars " What's this place" he tought to himself.

"hey! Do you two have some ideia where we can be ? " yelled Roxas

[lonbilly]

Punch, kick, punch, twirl. She and her ex-friend duked it out atop of the roof. But then, as they reached the near end of the roof, she grabbed her enemy strongly by their jacket collar, and smiled triumphantly. "Man I'm gonna miss this," she said, moving her hands onto her enemies neck, choking her fiercely. But then, as she let down her guard, her enemy grabbed her choker's arms, and force them off of her. And then, with the choker's own knife, the enemy stabbed her in the stomach harshly, and the chocker began to wheeze. Then, the enemy pulled it out, looking confused and scared, just as the choker did.

"You did it," the choker said as if a whisper, and grabbed her bleeding wound. The enemy just stared at her, scared out of her mind. Then, the choker smacked her enemy across the face with her free arm, and the enemy fell harshly onto the roof's surface. "You killed me," the choker said slightly smiling, and began to climb closer to the edge of the roof. "Still won't help your boy, though. You should have been there B. Quite a ride." And then, she began to fall backwards, plunging off from the roof, and into darkness.

"No!" Faith screamed, as she rose up from her nightmare. She was sweating like a pig, shaking as if it were below 30 degrees, and felt insecure. As she looked around herself, she realized she wasn't home anymore. Nor was she anywhere she had ever been before. She looked down at her stomach, as it looked perfectly fine, no wound what-so-ever. "Looks like I'm not in Kansas anymore," she said, beginning to rise from the scorching surface. She grabbed her self with her arms, feeling oddly cold even in a place like this. All around her, the place was enticed with flames. Scorching, spiraling all around her being, the intensity catching onto her. And yet, she felt colder than ever. Shut out from whatever was happening. "Where.... where am I?"

[bofosho]

Roxas was waked up by a voice of what appeard to be a men in a futurist armor equiped with a strange gun, after a while Roxas noticed that he was yelling to a strange man in the top of a moutain.

He looked around and saw two giant fire pillars " What's this place" he tought to himself.

"hey! Do you two have some ideia where we can be ? " yelled Roxas

Gordon turned around when he saw a blonde boy, who looked around 15 years old, ask him, "Hey! Do you two have some idea where we could be?" The boy appeared to be in decent shape, and was holding a what looked like two huge keys in his hands.

Gordon walked over to the boy and said in his rarely-used voice "Uh... I don't know either... do you want to tag along with me?"
"I mean... we'll live longer, and with these Hellhound... dog... things, there's no way we can fight alone."

Gordon gagged on his own words. He hadn't spoken in so long, it felt a little weird. Then, out of nowhere, two more huge dogs ran out of the forest. "How can a forest even survive under these conditions? Is that scientifically feasable?" He thought to himself as he raised his Crossbow.

This was going to take some getting used to.

[Dano The Mano]

Aang woke up and found himself in a dark place surrounded by fire in almost every direction."Where am I?" Aang asked himself and than he began to look around.Aang saw what looked to be a path with fire on both sides so he decided to follow it.While Aang was walking he tried to bend the fire around him and it worked so Aang thought it was normal fire.Aang just kept walking and walking to see where the path would lead him.

[power]

Gordon turned around when he saw a blonde boy, who looked around 15 years old, ask him, "Hey! Do you two have some idea where we could be?" The boy appeared to be in decent shape, and was holding a what looked like two huge keys in his hands.

Gordon walked over to the boy and said in his rarely-used voice "Uh... I don't know either... do you want to tag along with me?"
"I mean... we'll live longer, and with these Hellhound... dog... things, there's no way we can fight alone."

Gordon gagged on his own words. He hadn't spoken in so long, it felt a little weird. Then, out of nowhere, two more huge dogs ran out of the forest. "How can a forest even survive under these conditions? Is that scientifically feasable?" He thought to himself as he raised his Shotgun.

This was going to take some getting used to.

One of the huge dogs attacked Roxas, jumping in direction to his face, just before a mortal blow in the face he procteted himself with one of the keyblades, and attacked the dog with the other but it jumped in the last second dogding completly Roxas attack.

"They don't appear to be heartless, they are a lot better than them" while Roxas was sayng the second dog attacked him from behind, attack that he dodged moving rapdly to the left, after that Roxas jumped in the air finishing the second dog with cross form keyblade attack in the head.

"Yeh... you're right... it's better to us to team up they aren't as easy as i'm used to..." said Roxas while looking to the strange looking man " My name is Roxas ... yours?"

[videogame714]

Perspiration quickly formed across Clare's forehead instantly, as the fiery inferno around her engulfed a forest of pines. Yet another test of my strength... A Claymore's job is never complete, she thought. The warrior turned her head to get a better view of her surroundings, and saw hellhounds, fire glowing on their backs, as they trotted through the blazing fire. This will be interesting, she said to herself, as she, too, began walking across the boiling terrain.

Exhausted after just a few minutes of walking, Clare took a short break, leaning against her Claymore. This place truly is hell, she thought. Just then, a hellhound leaped out of a nearby tree, and began to run towards Clare. Instantaneously, Clare pulled her Claymore out of the ground, and blocked the incoming attack. Bouncing back, the dog walked away, snarling. That was close, the warrior thought, I should keep moving. Proceeding to leave, Clare once again started walking through the hellhole.

Cleverly avoiding the hellhounds that she sensed with her Yoki, Clare was able to evade any more casualties. Turning a corner, the Claymore saw a creature; not a hellhound, but a rabbit, a rabbit that was of human stature, dressed in black, with a bow and quiver strung across its back.

"What is that?"

[Rex]

Naruto slowly opened his eyes. He felt like Choji hit him after he extended and rolled over him a few times. "Damn it" Naruto said as he stood up and looked around. "Geez this place feels like the sun" Naruto said as he looked around. He saw a few weird looking dogs that where snuffing the air looking from something. I better not get in they're way. Naruto turned around and came face to face with one of the dogs. "Crap" Naruto said as he jumped back as the other dogs joined the first one. "Shadow clone jutsu" Naruto said as a few shadow clones appeared next to naruto in a cloud of white smoke. They took out shurikens and got ready for a fight. The dogs attacked. The Naruto clones. The clones fought back and tried to get rise of the dogs when one was killed two more took its place. "Damn it...there's no end to this" Naruto said

[bofosho]

One of the huge dogs attacked Roxas, jumping in direction to his face, just before a mortal blow in the face he procteted himself with one of the keyblades, and attacked the dog with the other but it jumped in the last second dogding completly Roxas attack.

"They don't appear to be heartless, they are a lot better than them" while Roxas was sayng the second dog attacked him from behind, attack that he dodged moving rapdly to the left, after that Roxas jumped in the air finishing the second dog with cross form keyblade attack in the head.

"Yeh... you're right... it's better to us to team up they aren't as easy as i'm used to..." said Roxas while looking to the strange looking man " My name is Roxas ... yours?"

The boy took out one of the dogs, but another one remained standing, and was pissed. "My name is Roxas... yours?" the boy asked.

Gordon had no time to answer. The dog was already charging toward him like an angry bull. It jumped, and tried to pounce Gordon, but at the last second, he leaped out of the way of the dog, barely. The demon-dog hit the ground and caused tremors that could wake up an entire swarm of antlions.
The *twang* of his crossbow was the last noise the beast ever heard as Gordon embedded a crossbow bolt into the first Hound's skull, killing it. Gordon turned back to Roxas and replied to his question. "The name's Freeman... Gordon Freeman. Roxas, eh? Strange name, no offense."

[shadowaxel]

Gaara awakes in a strange place.He looks around & sees two pillars..GAARA:were am i......ITACHI,AANG,TEMARI,NARUTO;said gaara. he gets up & dust his self off.;SAND LEVITATION.As the sand gathers under him;he sees someone in the distance...then fire comes flying toward him.ultimate defence:shukaku's shield.the fire hits the sand shield with massive force,knocking him down to the ground.double sand blade.the sand flies to the unknown attacker,hitting him as he falls to the ground




As the kazekage walks onward,he sees a volcano erupting,and lava flowing toward his direction.Then suddenly he sees bat like creature flying out of the lava,& into the air,shooting fireballs out of their mouths.Sand Tsunami.Sand rushes toward the flaming fire balls,putting out the fire & trapping the lava bats.GIANT SAND BURIEL...killing the lava bats he looks for his team members.

[kyo]

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.

This is not her story.

[Zai]

Itachi didn't recieve a response from the tall figure, and turned around, as he saw the hellhound was running toward him. Itachi pulled out a few shuriken, and threw them, at the same time using a fire release technique, launching multiple fireballs at the hell hound, hiding a shuriken in each fireball. Two of the fireballs hit the hellhound in the front, proving to be a good stopping power, as a shuriken was buried deep in each of the dog's eyes. The rest of the fireballs hit him all over his body, burying shuriken in him.

The dog fell to the ground, dead. Itachi looked around, and saw Aang, Gaara, and Naruto nearby. He decided to go to Aang first, as he started running to him. He sprinted easily, and managed to make it to Aang "Aang!" Itachi said as he stopped right behind Aang.

[Chrono Mizaki]

The forest was engulfed in vicious flames, those flames that just instantaneously, almost as Casshern has blinked once and the forest has been in flames for hours. The colour grew a more brighter yellow-red, yet it almost as if it's begging to come forth. Casshern felt like the flames want to wrap his invincible, impervious body in its tongue, burning its body shell into ashes. But Casshern, himself, knows that he cannot die, cannot sucumb to the fate of living beings.

But isn't it great to be immortal? To live carefree? To survive even after a stake to the heart or a crack in their skull? But if so, Casshern believes that immortality comes with the pain of seeing others succumb to fate. He saw humans having their time up and even Robots, the supposed immortals, break down due to rust. But Casshern had enough of that, enough of intense thinking. His right foot took the first step into the hellfire, which it didn't delay to unleash its wrath of the punishment which could be reserved for those sinners who dwell in purgatory.

His legs did the rest of the work and before he knows it, he was walking calmly through the hellfire. The flames tried to tear the invincible being avidly and desperately. But it was no use. He was still in one piece, grinding his teeth. Even the immortal can feel pain. That's one thing that will never disapear.

[Kaivin|Shadowhart]

[Kodoku Na Junrei – F/SN OST – Kawai Kenji] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nawt5JCllEo)

The clash of swords.

The cracking of armor.

The howl of the blade cutting air.

These things are music to the eyes of the golden-armored warrior, who once stood, sneering at his opponent… Now standing broken and defeated, keeping himself up through sheer willpower. Before him, a young woman stood, bearing a shining blade the color of the Sun, clad in silver armor, her hair the same color as the man’s armor and hair. Serious emerald eyes, still wary, observing her defeated opponent, locked with those of deep crimson, tired, somewhat bitter, and somehow kindly. It was strange, really. All his life, all those hundreds of years, he’d clung to combat, to his invulnerability. Why, now, had it felt so normal to be rid of it? It was alien to him, the concept and the idea.

“Such a detestable woman you are…” The man’s voice came, quiet and kind, with a hint of bitterness directed at himself, nothing like it was when he’d been truly alive. His gauntleted hand extended, touching the girl’s cheek gently, almost a caress, when a pure, unpolluted smile came to his face, as he strained to stand straight one more time: “You resist me to the very end.” He shut his eyes for a second, opening them with some strain, the clutches of death finally taking their toll, the Holy Blade finally done what not even gods could. “But it’s all right… I’ll forgive you.” His smile widened slightly, the blood-smeared face strangely at peace so foreign to it during his life.

“Some things… Some things are beautiful…” He continued, his silhouette beginning to shimmer, the now unkempt hair moving as if in tandem with an invisible, non-present wind. Tiny specks of dust flowed around him, glowing brightly, like will-o-the-wisps. Two foes, connected by a ten-year struggle for supremacy, standing on the battered battlefield all but destroyed by their powers. The Temple was long-defiled by the fake priest, but what did these two care for such trivial matters? The corruption shied away from the radiant glows of gold and silver surrounding both warriors, as if frozen in time, Alaya’s mercy allowing both adversaries one last talk before one would leave this world.

“…Because they cannot be possessed.”

The hand of the golden-haired man left the woman’s cheek, returning to his side, as he gathered himself, still looking into her eyes, smiling. It was such a rash contrast from the raging life or death battle the two had been engaged in, an outsider might have thought the two were good friends saying farewell for the last time. The stagnant, vile air had not affected the golden warrior, who had ceased his breathing, heartbeat slowing down to a crawl, as blood flowed slower and slower. The Throne of Heroes was indeed merciful, to grant him his wish at the very end, and allow him to fade like this. From all the possible ends he could have suffered to end like this…

“Farewell, King of Knights.”

The young man managed to squeeze out, now past all limits, death’s gentle hand removing the pain in his shattered lungs, allowing him to say his last words without agony, and finish his final battle, waged against himself. “It was quite enjoyable…” He managed to utter, smiling, as his body finally dissolved into glowing particles, which were soon swept away by the wind, leaving the solitary warrior standing there, leaning on her sword.

[King of Heroes – F/SN OST – Kawai Kenji] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu4T2A2k-oE)

The eyelids shuddered before opening, revealing a pair of crimson eyes, red as the flames that surrounded their bearer. Without so much as caring about the growling, the figure the shadows danced across stood with a slight groan, he rubbed his forehead with his gauntleted hand, before suddenly lashing his hand out to the right, catching what seemed to be a strange winged dog right by the maw. Turning, he observed it with a disappointed, half-disgusted grimace of a human observing some sort of curious incarnation of filth he’d just stepped on and tainted his shoe. Lips twisting, the man ignored the dog’s incessant snarling, and it’s attempts to bite through the armor, the growls of three more creeping closer falling on deaf ears.

“Pathetic, brainless beasts. You dare taint the ground I walk on with your presence? Pay.”

The was a sound of crunching bone, and snarling became pained yelping, as the thing’s mouth and head had collapsed into a mass of crimson, reflecting in the young man’s eyes of a similar color. Tossing the twitching mass aside carelessly, looking at his stained hand with distaste, another grimace twisted the young warrior’s face, as if taken from the ancient paintings, as if sculpted out of white stone, it’s perfection soiled by a single droplet of black blood. The crimson tunic, inscribed with strange runes, fluttered slightly in the shimmering air, the heat of the fires making the vision shake. Uncaring of all that, the man clicked his tongue in annoyance as the three dogs leapt, howling, at him. Soon, that howling changed into howls of pain, as the air began to ebb and flow, pulsating even worse than the fire made it.

The golden warrior stood, boredly twirling what seemed to be an odd-looking scythe ( http://img197.imageshack.us/i/herpe.jpg/) which had created a bloody eight in the air, leaving the dog’s beheaded corpses beheaded upon the ground. How? Where did this weapon come from? As he let it go, the weapon became surrounded by an odd swarm of light particles, vanishing into mid air, instead of clattering to the ground. Meanwhile, the warrior glanced around, the sculpted face spoiled by a distasteful grimace. THIS? This looked a lot like the Underworld he’d visited once. A boring, grey place where the weak and pathetic dead moaned for release from their torment, and where Enkidu had been chained to. Disgraceful. The man shook his head, kicking aside a miniature version of the dogs attacking him earlier without so much as slowing his steps, it’s pained yelps as it fell into the fire the only companion to him as he stared across the desolate plane.

“Pathetic, simply pathetic. Is this your vengeance, Alaya? Or perhaps Ishtar, you scornful woman?” The golden man laughed, tossing his head back, the sound full of venomous sarcasm. When his gaze returned to normal, he only sneered at the advancing row of teeth and claws from beyond the flame. The man’s smirk grew amused as he crossed his arms on his chest, shaking his head at the situation. It was such a disgrace. For him, HIM, to be placed in this kind of disgusting place, with the butchery of these mindless beasts the only entertainment? This was boring. From that exciting battlefield, clashing swords with her, to such a degenerated place? Fate truly was cruel.

“Mindless mongrels. Begone from the King’s sight! Cease to exist.” The man closed one eye, the other narrowing, as the right hand rose upwards, a loud snapping of the fingers heard once, with the finality of a guillotine severing the prisoner’s neck. The air swam, as a wall of swords had slowly began to emerge out of it, each differing in style from the other. There were more than just swords here: Spears, arrows, scythes, hammers… Weapons and devices for war that could not be identified, from every culture, every time period. The treasury of the First King of mankind. The King of Ancient Uruk who’d destroyed his own Kingdom. The Golden King of Heroes.

Gilgamesh.

“Gate of… Babylon.” (http://img177.imageshack.us/i/fate1225zn.jpg/)

The words were softly spoken, followed by a hail of swords, turning multiple dogs before him to mush. As soon as they had touched the ground, the weapons disappeared, yet the barrage did not end, simply continuing, while the man simply stood there, arms crossed, laughing at the futility of the actions of these… filth that dared breathe in his presence. And just as with all trash, there had been much of them… this could not have been kept up indefinitely. Pulling out another sword, this one looking relatively normal, the man advanced, smile slightly waning, towards the objects of his annoyance.

[Rex]

"Alright you stupid dogs...let's see you deal with this" Naruto yelled as one of his clones appeared next to him. The cone started to gather charka in Naruto's right hand as the blue orb slowly started to form. He ran at one of the dogs. As the dog attacked another clone appeared and kicked the dog into the air as the other clones started to beat the dog as it rose up into the air. As it started to fall to the ground the clones continued to punch and kick the dog until it hit the ground. Meanwhile Naruto ran at one of the dogs witch seemed to be the leader and attacked with the blue orb. As it sunk into the dogs skin Naruto screamed out one word "Rasengan"

As the dog spun backwards naruto was sure that it was dead. That was of course until the dog stated to reform. "What...it can reform...what kind of animal is this thing" Naruto said. As the dog reformed it split into two dogs. It was clear to naruto that the when one dog was killed two more took its place. When the dogs where killed they reformed and split into more copies. either this kind of creature can't be killed...or I'm not fighting the real thing. Naruto summoned more clones as he got ready for round two. "This battle is going to be rough....but I'll make it....Believe it!" Naruto said

[Zai]

Itachi suddenly heard the sound of Naruto yelling rasengan. He turned around around watched the creature get destroyed, and then reform into two other creatures. He decided to use his technique. Itachi activated his fire release: great fireball technique, launching a huge fast fireball at the dogs. The fireball knocked the dog into the other, burning the both of them, and the dogs went right into a fire pillar, dying and not reforming. Itachi ran over to Naruto, and looked around. "Try to use your brain next time you attack like that" Itachi said to Naruto.

[Rex]

Itachi suddenly heard the sound of Naruto yelling rasengan. He turned around around watched the creature get destroyed, and then reform into two other creatures. He decided to use his technique. Itachi activated his fire release: great fireball technique, launching a huge fast fireball at the dogs. The fireball knocked the dog into the other, burning the both of them, and the dogs went right into a fire pillar, dying and not reforming. Itachi ran over to Naruto, and looked around. "Try to use your brain next time you attack like that" Itachi said to Naruto.

Naruto looked at Itachi then looked away. "Of all the people I had to team up with why did it have to be you" Naruto said. He suddenly got back into battle position as the dogs started to reform again. This time they split into four. "Looks like the all powerful Itachi can't even get rid of these things" Naruto said as he bit his finger. "Summoning jutsu" Naruto yelled as he slammed his hand to the ground a black circle with strange letters appeared as a huge cloud of white smoke appeared. Naruto was suddenly standing on top of a huge red frog. "Let's go old man" Naruto said. "Who are you calling old" the frog said as it puffed out gray smoke from its pipe that was in his mouth. "Just go" Naruto said. As the huge frog attacked the dogs with its knife.

As the frog attacked some of the dogs Naruto and his clones attacked the rest of the dogs. "These things are not normal mutts boy" the frog said. "No kidding....if they where normal dogs would I have summoned you" Naruto yelled as he kicked a dog into the air as five of his clones punched the dogs back to the ground. "Geez...these things don't know when to quit do they" Naruto said as the dog reformed again. "Damn it Itachi don't just stand there...actually do something" Naruto yelled as his clones attacked the dogs again. We have to find the real one...otherwise we'll be fighting these things forever.

[Zai]

"They don't seem to have the ability of summoning shadow clones, and they don't seem to have any chakra channels. There is no end to them until we kill the source, and the source is probably the leader of this hell-like place," Itachi said calmy as he rushed at several hell hounds with a kunai and jumped over one, scratching his kunai along the hell hound's back, killing him, as he used the same method to kill several more.

He put his kunai back into a small case attached to his hip. He used a fire release technique, launching more fireballs at the incoming hell hounds, burning their eyes, them not able to see. Itachi pulled out his kunai again and ran towards the hell hounds, and easily dispatched of them by killing them with his kunai, and then more started coming. "We need to find the source!" Itachi yelled as he continued killing the hell hounds.

[KH2_FinalSora]

Running, running, and more running. Yuri dashed to the left, and then to the right. He had very little knowledge of his current location, nor did he know where his teammates were. It was as if destiny had sided against him.

It didn't much matter, however. All that mattered now was staying alive. And that meant... It means I have to stay ahead of these monsters. He spun around quickly, drawing his blade using a flashy motion of twirling it into the sky. Without hesitating, he caught the katana with ease, his hand grasping the familiar white hilt. His sword had been named the Second Star, but...

Not the time to reminisce! With a flick of his wrist, and a call, "Azure Edge!" He sent a small, blue burst of energy at the strange, hellish hounds that had caught his scent. They were powerful and agile, more so than Yuri could have imagined. Almost in perfect unison, two of the beasts leaped apart, dodging the attack he had sent out.

Damn... He lifted his blade, smirking. "I guess I'll duke it out the normal way then!" His cocky attitude was earned, and no matter how powerful the hellhounds were, he would take them down, or die leaving his mark in them.

"Bring it on!" He laughed as one of the beasts charged him. Yuri jumped, flipping in mid air as the hellhound ran under him. "Azure Edge!" He slashed downward, sending another pulse of energy. This time, it hit its mark, wounding the first of many beasts in this trial of a tournament.

He landed with ease, and was ready for the next beast. It, like the first, charged him, but used serpentine motions, swerving back and forth. It had learned from the mistake of its kin. These things are really...amazing. He had to give the beasts credit, but...

"Wolf..." Yuri brought his fist back, "Strike!" The hound bounded into the air, the final leap to tackle Yuri to the ground. Only Yuri's fist, charged with power, slammed into the beast's head. There was a resounding crack, followed the by rush of howling (literally) wind. The wolf had won again.

The hellhound rolled back on its side, obviously wounded. Yet Yuri hadn't killed either one of them. Is this...magic? Is that why I can't kill them? He turned, and started to run again. Or maybe I need to find my team. I can't beat them alone...so maybe together we can take them.

At least, that's what he hoped.

[Rex]

"This is not good...how can we kill them when they keep reforming" Naruto said. "Think boy...think about all your training....think about it" the frog yelled. "Alright...I'll try" Naruto said as he closed his eyes and started to think of a way to kill the dogs. his shadow clones protected him until he got an Idea. "Itachi...use your fire ball again...I've got an Idea that might work....or we might explode....let's test it" Naruto yelled as a shadow clone appeared next to him and started to form the blue orb in his right hand.

"Boy are you crazy...you honestly think just trying an attack will work" the frog yelled. "I don't hear you coming up with any ideas" Naruto yelled. "Itachi....just build up enough chakra to form the biggest fire ball you can...my shadow clones will protect you" Naruto yelled. I hate to work with my enemy...but right now he's the closest ally I have in this fight.

[Zai]

Itachi raised two fingers, and started building chakra. The chakra seemed to be visible around him, as he started focusing on his fire release: Great fireball jutsu. He closed his eyes, building up more chakra, as a fire started forming in front of him. It's shape manipulated into a fireball, and started getting bigger.

"What's your plan?" Itachi said, as the fireball got even bigger while Naruto's shadow clones protected him.

[Rex]

"Just shoot the damn Fire ball...this plan...should work" Naruto yelled. "Should work...what happens if it's doesn’t" the frog asked. "We all die" Naruto said. "Nice plan....I'd hate to see plan B" the frog said as he jumped back. "I can't stay boy...I’m heading back" the frog said as it disappeared in a cloud of smoke. he was a great help...without him I would be lost. "alright Itachi...lets the fire ball lose and step back....and watch the fire works" Naruto said as the blue orb in his right hand was ready.

[Zai]

Itachi finished charging it up and let out a small breath of fire, stomping his right foot forward, as he let out a huge, fast moving fireball going right in front of him at a quick speed. Itachi waited, looking at Naruto while the shadow clones continued battling off the hell hounds off of Itachi. Itachi looked at Naruto, and the orb in his hand, waiting for what he was going to do.

[Dano The Mano]

Aang saw Naruto and Itachi fighting some hellhounds so he decided he should help them.Aang used his earthbending launch a hellhound that was charging after Itachi into the air far away."You guys need some help?" Aang asked

[Rex]

Naruto smiled as he ran behind the huge Fire ball. the blue orb still glowing in his hand. his shadow clones ran in front of the fire ball then attacked the dogs getting them all in one group. "Now" Naruto yelled as he pulled his arm back and shoved the Blue orb into the fire ball. "Burning Rasengan" Naruto yelled as his Rasengan and Itachi's fire ball fused and flew towards the hell hounds. as it collided with the dogs it exploded into a massive explosion send a huge shock wave that traveled about three miles.

As naruto landed Next to Itachi he fell to one knee. he was weak after all the chakra he used on the shadow clones, the summoning, and the two Rasengan jutsu's. his charka was low enough where is the dogs where still alive he would have to use the nine tails fox's chakra to fight and that was something he didn't want to use...not yet anyway. as the smoke cleared nothing was left of the hell hounds. "W...We did it" Naruto said smiling. the dogs didn't reform. "We must have killed the leader" Naruto said smiling. in fact there was no leader. all they had to do was destroy 100% of the dogs DNA. if there left even the smallest percentage of DNA left. the dogs could reform...but the last attack destroyed 100% of the dogs DNA.

[Zai]

"Aang, get over here" Itachi yelled, as he turned his head to Naruto "Let's rest a bit" he said, as Itachi sat down, no more hell hounds around them, at least, not yet. "I sense some power...like a fiery overlord is nearby" Itachi said, looking around.

[Dano The Mano]

Aang ran over to Itachi and Naruto and sat down next to them."Where are we and how did we get here!?" Aang asked

[Zai]

"Someone must've summoned us here. It seems someone is controlling the hellhounds, like they're coming from somewhere, and being commanded to attack us. The person controlling the hell hounds, and the person who summoned us to this hell-like location, must be killed, and it seems we are the ones who must do it, but for now, we need to rest, even if for only a few minutes" Itachi said "Naruto's tired out, we'll need him if we want to defeat the being behind all of this," Itachi said. Itachi let his sharingan deactivate, his eyes returning to normal, as he continued looking around with his eyes, still sitting down.

[Dano The Mano]

"Yeah.So what are we gonna do now?" Aang asked as he looked around.

[Zai]

"We rest, then once we're ready we'll hunt down and kill the being that brought us here," Itachi said, as he looked around. No hell hounds in sight, for now, Itachi thought to himself, as he sat on the ground. Itachi felt his chakra building back up, as he smiled. "Soon," he muttered, as he looked around again.

Still no hell hounds were in sight. Naruto's plan had worked well.

[Dano The Mano]

"But if we kill the person who brought us here will we be able to go back?" Aang asked "We dont even know where we are.This place looks like hell.We might even be in hell.We better find some more information before we kill the person who brought us here." Aang stood up and scanned the area."Maybe I should go look around on my glider." said Aang

[IndieJocky]

"What..."
The darkness had consumed him once more. In his dismal mind all he saw was the darkness. He had a strange thought that this had happened to him before. Not very long ago. The repetition was giving him a migraine.

Much like the pain he would get when the timer would be activated, only, it laster much longer. What had happened, he was not sure. All he remembered was a wolf. The name... It was on the tip of his tongue yet it eluded him.

"Ama..."

Gone again. It hurt when he couldn't remember. This person seemed so important to him though. It was as though he needed this person

"Not a person... A wolf... But she was so human..."

The use of "she" alerted him. He simply shrug it off though as a mere coincidence. He floated through the darkness feeling air rush past him. As the time past the air became hotter and hotter. He felt drops of sweat roll down his temple and dropped into the infinite darkness. A sensation of his limbs being pulled apart in all direction tore through his body. He wanted to scream in pain but no sound escaped from his mouth.

Then, everything was gone. All the feelings, the sensations, the pull of nerves, muscles, and bone. All of it was gone. He slowly opened his eyes and was met with pillars of fire. His skin itched as the flames began to dry up his skin. He shielded his eyes as the pillars exploded higher into the air. As if in synch an explosion of pain rocked through his body. He screamed in pain, dropping to his knees onto the hot ground. The voice that spoke was immense and ancient. As though it was the voice of a God. A flash of Joshua's face came into his mind.

"Neku Sakuraba, you've been chosen to fight. The Demon Princess Vile has taken you for your talent and plans to destroy you along with others. Make friends. Find enemies. You might even see some old friends. Watch out for Vile's demon minions. They can sniff you out. Stay Alive."

The pain stopped and Neku gasped for air. He ran his hands through his hair trying to regain his composure. The pain was now a dull thud in the back of his head. He breathed in slowly taking in every bit of oxygen as he could. He slowly stood up from the ground and dusted himself off.

"I guess I should go looks around."

He began to walk in an unknown direction as the pillars of fire erupted behind him. Before the roar he could have sworn he heard the howl of a demon. A chill traveled down his spine but he thought nothing of it.

[Zai]

Itachi looked around. "The hell hounds seem to be gone for now, take a look around," Itachi said. "But if you get shot down get back here as fast as possible, or you'll be dead without us" Itachi said, as he continued looking around. The flames around them seemed to grow, as Itachi sensed they were not safe yet. "Stay high in the sky or you'll probably be spotted," Itachi added, as he looked at Aang. Itachi felt more chakra return to him.

[Dano The Mano]

"Okay." said Aang and then he hit his glider on the ground and wings popped out.Aang jumped on his glider and flew high into the sky.As far as Aang could see there were only paths and flames.I cant believe things would live in such a place! Aang thought to himself as he flew through the air.As Aang flew he saw a mountain straight in front of him so he decided he would check it out.

[KingofheartsX]

Darkness was the only matter of anything surrounding Ichigo, his thoughts and senses were all scattered. The only thing he could really tell was that he was cold. Whatever he was going through or being taken to, the road there was not the greatest.
It didn't last long.

As a blast of humidity and heat overcame Ichigo's entire body, he felt that everything in his mind and body were right. As he opened his eyes, the sudden flash of pure fire and brimstone was too much as he flinched and closed his eyes again opening them slowly the second time.
Ichigo looked around as he cam to the conclusion that he had been transported, to what seemed to be..
Hell.

The mere thought somewhat scared him, a muffled cackle could be heard somewhere near. Ichigo could feel the reiatsu of so many more hero's. That meant only that he needed to find his friends and get out of this place as fast as possible.

[ShikaX]

A lone scarecrow set upon a wooden cross stood amongst the flames, bright flashes of orange, yellow, and red swirled around the scarecrow. The pumpkin head of the scarecrow itself had its own yellow and orange flame swirling in the pumpkin skull.

Three…

The flames rose greatly, towering above the scarecrow, and swaying in all different directions, every now and then you could see the scarecrow through holes in the large, flickering flames.

Two…

The scarecrow slowly turned inside the circle of flames, it’s pumpkin head grinning a large, scary grin, it’s eye sockets were narrowed, when suddenly the flame in the pumpkin began spitting out of the mouth and the eye sockets, making the scene even more terrifying.

ONE!

Suddenly the flames around the scarecrow spun around rapidly, enclosing the scarecrow, the flames turned into a pillar of swirling flame. There was a wicked laughter coming from the center and then, the flame pillar seemed to be morphing in shape as a small ball-shape formed at the base of the pillar and it quickly traveled through the rest of the towering flame, and then let out a puff of flame as the pumpkin scarecrow shot out from the top, both knees bent and pulled to the chest, right leg in front of the left, flames were feet would be. Its arms were crossed and its thin, long red fingers were engulfed in flame.

The scarecrow did many flips in the air, making it look as though there was a wheel of fire coming out of that pillar. The scare crow landed with a nasty grin on his face as he shot his right arm in the air, clenching his left fist as he shouted out, “Behold, Jack! The Pumpkin King…”

His voice faded out in the end as he noticed he wasn’t where he should be. He turned back around. Then he did a one-hundred and eighty degree turn and his pumpkin skull turned to a frown.

“What’s this, there’s fire everywhere, what’s this, there’s ashes in the air! I can’t believe my eyes, I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be here. Where is here!?” He said shockingly, but in a slightly singing voice, He then made large flames start from his hands, getting very large as he jumped high into the air, spun and flipped at the same, flames engulfing him.

What was now a large ball of flame landed on the ground; the flame quickly vanished and in its place stood at tall, lean skeleton wearing a tuxedo. The tuxedo itself was unusual enough, seeing as it as a black and white pinstriped design. To top it off he wore a spider neck-tie. His pants were of the seam black and white pinstripe design, his black, smooth shoes matching the rest of his outfit. He let out a small sigh as his thin, long bone fingers massaged his skull. The pitch black pits that were his eyes made a gesture as if he were thinking, his long smile forming a line as he found himself in deep thought, “Oh Jack, how are you supposed to get out of this one…” He talked to himself as he paced into a random direction leading to fire.

[Xuan]

Once more.

Ueki Kosuke woke up to his feet, opening his eyes like a new born taking its first peek at a new world. He is in a new world, a world of fire and madness. There was no need to comprehend, no need to understand what was going on such as the reason he was here. The pure hearted boy simply knew almost everything.

That alone was a disturbing enough notion to cause him severe headaches. He clutched his head with his right hand, trying hard simply not to scream as his common sense fought off the terrible waves of pain through sheer willpower. His body went rigid and his eyebrows twitched as if it would break any moment.

Memories began to flash beyond his mind. Try as he might, he cannot grasp them, cannot hold them, cannot even slow them as they slipped through his fingers. All over his mind's eyes the new jagged landscape of horror allowed countless of pieces of precious bonds to flow through, a thousand blades slicing them to shreds. Then... nothing.

My name... is Kosuke Ueki. I... have to fight... Why?

The headache stopped, but he wished it didn't. He felt like losing something terribly important to him, and yet he couldn't remember. Only a single purpose remained in his mind.

He lifted his right arm and checked to see if his ultimate weapon was working. At the beginnings of green light he immediately dismissed them, for it is back. Whatever feelings that told him that it is impossible, the proof stated otherwise.

A lone hound of hell eyed the thumping heart within his chest, just a hundred yards away. Eye met eye as they locked on to each other, the darkest fire burning of the last vertiges of sanity in one. Immediately the terrible beast charged.

It doesn't seemed like a weak enemy, for the beast's strides are swift as wind. Powerful too, the earth shaking with each connection with the doom's paw. He raised his arm.

"1-Star Sacred Treasure," Green tendrils of pure light burst up to his fist. Ueki's eyes was of startling crackle of electricity.

"Kurogane."

It was time to move on.

[Silk]

A young woman laid at foot of a tree. On right side of her pristine silver of her armour, over the area where her hips were located, was covered with a coat of red blood. Her own blood. Her emerald eyes, that were once casted with steel determination, were soft and calm. Showing a sign of satisfaction that she did not possess before.

Those eyes stirred, a minuscule movement, when the sound of galloping hooves echoed through the forest. Her blurry vision made out a figure in armour on horseback. The galloping stopped once they've reached a couple of feet away from the wounded woman.

"My king... I have given your sword to the Lady of the Lake." a high, youthful voice spoke after the young man clad in armour mounted off his horse.

"I see. Be proud of yourself. You have obeyed your King's orders." The words that came the womans lips were soft, fading with strength. Yet, it carried a sense majestic quality, a pride that will not die even with this fading body. The man was taken aback by his King's sudden display of emotion. King Arthur, though once beloved by her country, was never the kind one could think as a human.

“Bedievere...” she whispered his name.

“Yes, my liege?”

“My slumber this time...might be...a bit long.” Arthuria gathered her final words with every weakening breath. It would not be long now, she would soon pass on from this world.

The world around her disappeared as her eyelids drop, like a curtain on the stage. The show had ended. She could no longer hear the sound of singing birds, nor smell of the cold English air. The absence of warmth from the sun left her cold. She could only feel herself drifting, deeper and deeper into the endless pit of darkness. Even though she had not the faintest idea of where she will go, or what she will become, she did not feel the slightest bit of fear. Drifting in this eternal space felt calm and peaceful. However, somewhere inside her, she knew she will not remain this state for long. She could feel herself being drawn to something, a place.

"Do you behold... King Arthur... the continuation of your dream?"

Flames filled her vision. Arthuria stared dreamily into dreamily landscape before her. There was no need for an explanation to where she was. She had been taught to fear this place. Do good, and be righteous, then one would not fall to this wretched place. It sounded so simple when she heard it as a child, when one thought terms like good and bad were as visible as black and white.

A wry smile stretched across her lips. The burning flames gave life to a memory not so long ago. The screams of pain from innocent villagers that fell victim to flames not so different as these. The only that was different, was that the fire she remembered, was caused by herself. Despite all her good intentions, she failed to be the king her people wanted. In their eyes, she had been a cold and heartless tyrant. Perhaps she does deserve her fate in purgatory.

The shrill of howls coming from unknown directions, kept her on guard. She was not alone. Moreover, she was unarmed and defenseless. Excalibur had been thrown back into the lake which she had obtained it from. A pair of glowing white eyes emerged from smog-laden air. Soon, more joined the first, with their attention gathered on the small-framed woman.

Arthuria withdrew of the line of five dog-like beasts that appeared before her, putting distance between herself and their visible fangs. One of them lunged at her. With a precise timing, the blond knight dropped her body to the ground. Using both of her legs, she kicked the demonic hound's vulnerable stomach while it was at peak of the arch of its jump. The hound was propelled twenty-feet away from her, the sound of a distant crack indicated that creature had broken its neck, and remained it lifeless on where it land.

The remaining hounds were smart enough to realize this prey was stronger than she looked. For someone of her size, the killing blow she showed was not something to be taken lightly. They surrounded her from all four directions. Arthuria gritted her teeth, knowing with her bare strength alone, she would still not be able to defeat them all at once. She needed a weapon.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar weight in her right palm. The knight-king's body instinctively knew what to do. Her free hand clasped over her right palm, and she twirled with the grace of dancer as the hounds charged at her. An invisible object intercepted them mid-air, slicing their bodies in half with single stroke. Once she stopped, corpses fell neatly in a circular fashion around her.

“Excalibur, how-?” she was about to start a question, but threw it away as she thought it was pointless. With a heartfelt smiled, she said, “You returned to me when I needed you the most. I am grateful, old friend.”

A sudden pulse caught her by surprise. She turned to the source of the presence she had sensed, eyes wide open. Without further delay, she dashed towards its direction. Her mind was racing through a squall of confusion. 'How could he here? He should be dead! Gone!'
Light from the burning flames were reflected on an armoured figure at the distance. A tall man clad in gold, wearing an irritated expression on face. The ground around was littered with a sea of corpses of the same creatures she had fought.

Several of the demon dogs that were advancing on the golden king, turned to her instead.

“Out my way!” she snapped at them. “I don't have business with you!”

The hounds were disposed without a second look. Arthuria's only goal was to reach the man, they were merely obstacles.

“Gilgamesh!” she let out a piercing cry. “What is your business here? Speak!”

[Hiren]

“Charge!”

The vast legions of men who stood within ranks behind the powerful Bull drawn chariot raised their weapons in a booming salute as their voices were added to that of their great king and they began their ordered charge at the formidable enemy who stood before them. They matched that deafening roar of furious men as well, lifting their weapons while massive war elephants screamed in outrage as their master’s prodded them into a run. Lungs could not hold such mighty screams forever but after that initial moment they no longer were required either as the drum of thousands of boots striking ground were more than adequate. Not to mention the heavy thump of those wide elephant feet as those mighty tusked creatures bore down on the puny humans who sought to face it. No one was eager to face their awesome wrath.

No one, that is, but the fearless man who rode that great chariot at the head of the legions. Blessed by Zues himself that mountain of a man lifted his deep voice in challenge, speeding ahead of his ranks thanks to the sheer power of the great bull that pulled him. Lightning erupted from those mighty hooves, lancing out and exploding into the ground in endless showers of dirt and debris even while the wheels did the same. Such was the power of the god of gods and not a single enemy sought to get too close to that seemingly unstoppable force as the groups neared.

A great elephant reared, powerfully back legs supporting all of its considerable weight as that chariot closed and the massive bull lowered its horned head to skewer the wretched enemy. This time he would win. This time not even those damn beasts with long noses would stand a chance. The bull charged in under the front legs of the gargantuan animal and he who controlled that beast of the gods screamed in triumph for at last the first of such victories would be his!

But history was never meant to change…

The warm, humid air suddenly became something hot and arid like the very worst of deserts. Where once the great elephant that his bull was about to kill had stood there was suddenly open air and where the ground had been rolling beneath the massive stone wheels of the chariot it suddenly no longer was. Bloodlust and battle rage turned to confusion and borderline panic as the air rushed through the great man’s ears and they plummeted down toward a land seemingly composed of brimstone. Iskander, the Great King of Conqueror’s , however refused to be afraid and, as he soared down toward the ground like a fallen meteor, still his voice echoed out over the sky with all the power of a battle horn and with it came the call of that massive, muscled bull.

Far below a large pack of hellhounds looked skyward, their attention stolen from the pair of armored warriors who had so recently slaughtered some of their own. Nothing, no matter how intelligent those beasts were, could have ever prepared them for that which bore down on them like a warrior of the gods themselves. As their terrible eyes looked upon the great pair falling down upon them that pack’s tight and disciplined formation shattered and what was meant to be fearsome animals sounded instead like frighten puppies for their yelps of fear filled the hellish air. There was no saving them though, no escape as with the great battle cry that all who fought against him had heard and could recognize, Iskander fell down in the midst of their many numbers.

“Aaalalalalalalaie!!!” The man bellowed just before he and his mighty beast struck ground with a deafening boom that erupted into a sea of brilliant white lightning that struck everything in the near vicinity. That pack of hellhounds which tried to scatter was slaughtered in an instant, all of them dead with one fell swoop and still the man piloting the stone wheeled craft had not swung that sword which he held clutched within his iron grip. He was the picture of the great king he had once been known to be in that moment with that crimson mantle fluttering about his muscles form and deep red hair fluttering in the wind. If ever there was a time when Alexander the Great truly looked unbeatable it was then with lightning flashing from his chariot and a great bull rearing up to roar its bloodlust into the air and yet, even despite that far fall, the bull ran on.

Hounds appeared as if from nowhere and Iskander laughed aloud as they leapt for him and were cut down by the blurred strikes of his sword. Those that did not fall prey to that sharp steel died instead from the devastating lightning which arched out from every fall of the bulls cloven feet. They were running headlong for the pair who had been the focus of the hellhounds hate before his arrival, a pair he would recognize were he not too busy hacking at the foolish mutts and shouting out his invincibility just to egg them on even though he wasn’t quite sure they could even understand him.

“Bring on the minions of hell! It’s sulfur I smell and a whole stretch of land waiting to be conquered!”

Such was the man’s excitement at the prospects of his new plan to conquer hell itself that he did not see the two companions before his chariot until the great bull was lowering its horns to barrel down on them too. It was the golden armor which struck a chord in Alexander’s memory and with a shout he hauled on the reigns and forced that mighty beast aside so in a sudden sharp turn so as not to hit the pair. Golden armor reflected firelight out of the corner of his eye and joining that man was what looked to be a woman with blond hair. Fate’s be praised… What manner of circumstances could bring them all back together again? Do to battle once more perhaps?

The sudden turn lifted one of the massive stone wheels of the chariot from the ground and Iskander immediately sought to correct, steering the bull the other way. It was too much though, the weight of those wheels apparently too great for balance was lost and it all went tumbling into a powerful roll that sounded akin to thunder as it pounded across the ground to create utter ruin amongst the ranks of hell spawn that sought to destroy them all. Dust kicked up around that deadly crash, enshrouding the man who had been piloting the craft so that he appeared lost. So devastating was the trail of crushed and battered corpses left in its wake that it would have been no surprise to learn that the Hero of legend had perished even before the fight begin. Any hopes or fears the pair might have had though were silenced a moment later as again that confident laugh sounded out amidst the dust clouds.

A powerful arm swept a leaping hellhound aside with casual ease while slobbering jaws snapped at his face. “Gilgamesh! Arthuria! What luck!” He was forced to pause, skewering yet another animal before sweeping his spatha out into a wide arch that severed the head of another before chopping down to do the same to still one more. “With you pair as my witnesses I claim this hellish province. It shall be called…”

He was just emerging from the dust while moving toward them when a group of three of the great dogs swept down from the sky, held aloft until that moment by their misshapen, bat like wings. They slammed bodily into the mighty warrior, their momentum driving him to the ground amidst snapping jaws and raking claws that sought to tear him to shreds. Others joined in, howling their hellish glee before seeking to find purchase with their jaws as they snapped repeatedly, thirsty for blood. Their small victory was short lived however for with a triumphant roar Iskander launched himself to his feet once more, sending the entire group flailing through the air as if they had been weightless.

“Alexandria!” He exclaimed as if nothing had happened to interrupt his musings for before. “Ha ha, never has there been a more unique and glorious name for a province I say!”

[lonbilly]

Step, step, step, step. Faith cautiously began to explore, the heat blazing upon her. 'What am I doing here? What the hell is this place?' She wondered, as she passed by more and more of the raging flames. They spiraled round and round, mixtures of orange, red, and yellow engulfed in it's contents, and the heat they passed off was pure insanity. 'There's no way... I didn't... I'm not dead, am I? That dream, it couldn't have been what really happened, and then I arrived here. No friggin' way. That was an old memory. it's been years since that, and I even helped B close the Hellmouth and destroy The First Evil. I couldn't have died. i lived. I know I did.'

Faith felt so confused, unprotected, and alone. She had no clue where she was, how to get back to her "home", and what the hell was going on. "Dang it!" She screamed angrily. This whole "quest" she had to do now. Whoever the hell put her up to this was going to pay. Somebody was pulling the strings, playing with her mind as if she were a doll. "No way. I'm not your friggin' doll!" She screamed, looking all around her, and then into the sky, and back to her surroundings. "What do you want!? Come out already! Stop being such a jack and come out! You want me, you got me. Now come out so I can finish this and finish you!"

[Yellow Flash]

Once more.

Ueki Kosuke woke up to his feet, opening his eyes like a new born taking its first peek at a new world. He is in a new world, a world of fire and madness. There was no need to comprehend, no need to understand what was going on such as the reason he was here. The pure hearted boy simply knew almost everything.

That alone was a disturbing enough notion to cause him severe headaches. He clutched his head with his right hand, trying hard simply not to scream as his common sense fought off the terrible waves of pain through sheer willpower. His body went rigid and his eyebrows twitched as if it would break any moment.

Memories began to flash beyond his mind. Try as he might, he cannot grasp them, cannot hold them, cannot even slow them as they slipped through his fingers. All over his mind's eyes the new jagged landscape of horror allowed countless of pieces of precious bonds to flow through, a thousand blades slicing them to shreds. Then... nothing.

My name... is Kosuke Ueki. I... have to fight... Why?

The headache stopped, but he wished it didn't. He felt like losing something terribly important to him, and yet he couldn't remember. Only a single purpose remained in his mind.

He lifted his right arm and checked to see if his ultimate weapon was working. At the beginnings of green light he immediately dismissed them, for it is back. Whatever feelings that told him that it is impossible, the proof stated otherwise.

A lone hound of hell eyed the thumping heart within his chest, just a hundred yards away. Eye met eye as they locked on to each other, the darkest fire burning of the last vertiges of sanity in one. Immediately the terrible beast charged.

It doesn't seemed like a weak enemy, for the beast's strides are swift as wind. Powerful too, the earth shaking with each connection with the doom's paw. He raised his arm.

"1-Star Sacred Treasure," Green tendrils of pure light burst up to his fist. Ueki's eyes was of startling crackle of electricity.

"Kurogane."

It was time to move on.

Peter slowly woke up, as he felt the searing heat burning through his shirt and making a small burn hole. “Ow!” Peter yelled out as he jumped up of the ground, and shook off his shirt, watching it burn in front of him. After this surprising awaking, Peter looked around slowly his eyes trying to figure out where he had landed, how he landed there and what he was here for. It seemed he had fallen from his world and landed in hell; his suspicions were soon confirmed as a fireball came out of nowhere and zoomed straight towards him. Thinking on his feet, Peter quickly flipped backwards and barely managed to dodge the fireball as it blasted into the ground in front of him.

Ok, so I’m in hell…….but why? Peter wondered as he just realized that he had just escaped death or burning, and he didn’t know why either. His questions were soon answered however; as he heard a voice telling him in his head that he had to fight. more fighting? Peter asked himself, all he wanted was peace and rest. Although there was something with in him that was stirring, an urge to fight and kill; Peter surpassed it for now, although he knew it would come out and haunt him eventually.

So to fight……I need to find something to fight….. His wish was suddenly answered, as out of the darkness came running a giant hell hound. ‘That’s been taking some steroids’ Peter muttered to himself, laughing at his own joke, as he raised his right hand and sent a blast of electricity at the beast and watched as it fell to the ground twitching. Although the blast wouldn’t keep it down for long, it was then he noticed a young boy standing behind the beast he had just zapped. He seemed to be young and had dark green hair. Peter was about to zap him too, but he felt a strange connection to the boy in front of him, he decided to speak out loud and say his name. “Hello, my name is Peter…I feel a strange connection between us…and you are?” He asked, keeping one had behind his back in case the boy attacked.

[Firesnake]

Voices, all around him, distorted, screaming, yelling, and fighting. He looked around and saw all sorts of people fighting against what he could only describe as winged dogs. I think it's not a good idea to keep standing here, out in the open. He thought as he shifted some of his biomaterial to his legs and began to run as fast as his body would let him. Quickly he ran along the pentagram, in-between the two pillars of fire, into the dark forest behind. The growling all around him became louder and louder as the roaring of the fire died out in his ears. Eyes gleamed in the dark as he suddenly stopped in place.

The first hellhound appeared right behind him, with a speed unmatched by even the quickest hunters he'd encountered. As it jumped towards the back of his neck, mouth agape to rip him open, Alex turned around and jabbed his claw into the throat of the beast. "Let's see what you're made off, shall we?" He said as he threw the dangling hellhound against a tree and used black tendrils of biomass to absorb the creature. Pain shot through his head as the memories of the demonic hellhound became his. He saw flashes of people, places and nightmares, and yet there was one name that kept popping up. Princess Vile.

He got up to his feet, only to see that he was now completely surrounded by big, snarling demon hounds. He smiled as he changed his claws into a huge, unbreakable sword the size of his whole arm. He took a hold of the back of his sword arm whilst he slashed through the crowd of hellhounds. When he had cleared a nice path, he turned around with a wicked smile on his face. "Who's next?!" He yelled as he swung his arm through a tree. "None of you can stop me!"

[True Light]

When Byakuya arrived at the end of the mountain, hellhounds appeared. When he turn around he was ambushed by three hellhounds. They wielded black great swords in their mouth, darkness was around them. Byakuya turn around and start walking away, then suddenly one of the hellhounds attack him from the back. Byakuya drew his sword and clash with the hellhound. Other hellhounds attacked as well.
Byakuya pushed away the hellhound and strike one from behind and he pierced his armor. Hellhound dissapear in the darkness. The other two attacked as well. Byakuya jumped in the air and landed in front of them as he strike both of them and pierced their armor, hellhounds dissapeared in the darkness.
As Byakuya defeted the hellhounds he sees in the distance small village, so he start to walking towards the village.

[Zai]

Itachi sat on the ground, waiting for Aang's return. He looked over at Naruto, who still seemed to be tired from all of those shadow clones, summoning jutsu, and having to use two rasengans. Who wouldn't be, Itachi thought to himself, as he heard growling. "Hmm?" Itachi said, as he looked around. His eyes were wide in shock when he saw what was all around him. Hell hounds, everywhere, an army of them. After having a break from them, they came back.

It's like they were unstoppable. Itachi stood up, and took out two kunais, holding one in each hand. He looked at Naruto, deciding that Naruto wasn't ready to fight yet. Itachi raised both of his kunais, and activated his Sharingan. The hellhounds snarled at him, and then jumped. Itachi twirled around in a circle, spinning at a fast rate. Right when the hell hounds went close, Itachi had cut them at least ten times with a second, as the hell hounds were forced back, away from him and Naruto.

The hell hounds were wounded, but they weren't dead yet. They snarled at Itachi, as they started running towards them. They raised their wings and jumped up into the air, flying straight towards Itachi. Guess those wings aren't useless, Itachi thought to himself, as he jumped up in the air.

He had to think of a strategy, and soon. The hell hounds were getting close, and it was only a matter of time. I have no choice, I suppose, Itachi thought to himself, as he activated it, it being his Mangekyo Sharingan.

He twirled in the air, and released a black flame.

[True Light]

When Byakuya arrived at the village, everything was destroyed. He looked around and sees swords and shields on the ground. Then he entered in one of the houses. He found nothing, just some old books and nothing more. He goes out from the house and looked around more. He left from the village to find out his location.

[Zai]

The black flame spun around in the air, and was unleashed toward the hell hounds. They seemed to scream as the black flame got near, and tried to get back, but they were too slow. The black flames that were as hot as the sun hit them, and burned them. In fact, the flame went right through them, hitting the other hell hounds as it went along, burning every one of them. The hell hounds screamed in pain, as they were knocked back, but before they even hit the ground, they were reduced to mere ash.

Itachi landed on the ground and put his kunais into a small container for his kunais. He looked around at the ash, having successfully defeated all of the hell hounds using his technique; Amaterasu. He had a mangekyo sharingan activated, his pupils red, with three tomes surrounding the center, except this one looked different from his regular sharingan. His mangekyo sharingan's tomes were more detailed.

He let the mangekyo sharingan disappear from his eyes, his eyes returning to their normal color. He sat down, and looked around at the ash. More will come, he thought to himself, as he looked at Naruto, who still seemed a bit tired, but less tired than before. He started thinking of a plan; a plan to defeat whatever being is behind this.

Itachi just sat there, thinking of a plan, seeing that Aang was still gone and no hell hounds were around, at least, for now. He waited, and thought. Then he suddenly realized a plan, that would only need himself, Naruto, Aang, and a little chakra, energy, and focus. Itachi decided to wait to share this plan until Aang gets here so that everyone will be aware of what needs to be done if they were to face whatever creature is behind this.

[Tidus Shuyin]

Hot...

That was Neo’s first thought after opening his eyes. His face was covered in sweat and after each 10 seconds one sweat drop fell from his face down to the ground.

He got up on his feet and noticed flames some meters away in front of him. Even turning around resulted in seeing flames. Is this… Is this the reward for saving the world? Saving the Matrix? Am I… Dead? Nothing but Hell was around. Neo was feeling like he is dead. A part of him was actually dead. I don’t feel myself.

Neo tried to reconstruct previous events which occurred. He remembered fight with Smith – it took much of his strength. But still, something seemed not right. Something was lost. Something or Someone.

And then, it struck his mind. The painful memory which already was locked away deeply both in his brain and heart. But somehow he had managed to bring it on the surface. He finally knew what he had lost – The woman he really loved and cared of. Trinity… I lost her… And with her, part of me.

Tears now were mixing with sweat from his face and both were falling. Neo was desperate. Only now his emotions took him over and acted on their own. Only now he was feeling the great pain of loss. If this is the hell, then I deserve it. I let her die. I let her go…

Suddenly howls could be heard from within the flames. Hell dogs. They have come for me. Indeed – from flames several dog-like creatures emerged, slowly coming closer to Neo, growling. For a second Neo just wanted to give up and let them to tear him apart. But he surpassed that feeling. He surpassed the wish of death.
“Aww, some pretty dogs! Come on doggies, come here! Here boys!” Neo taunted the dogs. It was his laugh about the creatures. And, it worked….

Dogs charged towards Neo, ready to tear off his flesh. Neo didn’t hesitate to attack the dogs. He used this as reason to go crazy about loss. Reason to make him feel better.

He used his kick to throw back the first dog, which was nearest to him. It resulted in success – after hitting it, the dog disappeared. Vanished in thin air. Problem was other dogs, which now seemed more aggressive after seeing one of them destroyed. I really need some weapon now… For now, to get rid of dogs, Neo had to use his fists and legs.

[True Light]

While Byakuya was heading further he sees a man in black coat. "Who are you?" Byakuya said as he watching towards the man. Mysterious man didn't said a word, he just show Byakuya with his hand that he needs to go further and the man dissaper. Byakuya didn't know who that man was but he continue further.
As he was walking further he sees a crossroad, a path to the left and path to the right. Byakuya decide to go to the right.

[lonbilly]

Nothing, just silence. And the sound of the spiraling flames around her. Faith couldn't control anything going on around her, and this made her feel enraged. She felt powerless, for she couldn't stop this. 'No. I can stop this. I have to find my way out of this place. I've been through worse. This is nothing compared to anything I've ever done. I can't let myself be shaken up by some idiotic game. I can do this, I know I can.' Fearlessly, and with no mixed feelings, Faith began to walk calmly through the blazing fields, courage and hope filling her soul.

All of a sudden, pain engulfed her head, and Faith fell to her knees. 'Ugh. What the hell is this?!' Faith screamed in her head, the pain becoming worse and worse each passing second. She closed her eyes tightly, and begin to cringe. She then fainted on the ground, unconscious. 'What's happening to me..? What is this?'

Faith opened her eyes, and found herself in a new area. It was filled in darkness, and she could see nor hear anything or anyone. "Hey, anyone there?" Faith yelled, and it could hear the echo travel throughout the darkness. 'You're asking all the wrong questions.' Faith looked around, hearing a strange and unfamiliar voice, but found no one. 'The real question is - can you handle everything on your own? With no back-up, no one to depend on, somewhere you've never been before?' The voice said again, but Faith could hear it echoing throughout her head. "Are... are you in my head? Get out of my head! Stop playing these damn mind games!" 'You neglect the power to journey alone - especially with many highly skilled warriors playing.' "What... what are you talking about?" Faith asked, looking around cautiously.

Then, Faith saw two faint figures lied out in front of her. 'Friends are important. Friends are power source. Friends can save you when you need it.' "What're you talking about!? I've done many things by myself. I'm a Slayer." 'Yet only you could complete tasks to stop all-life threats with comrades. You understand so little... after all, survival rate of Slayers is very low. Not to mention how long they usually live for. And you're right around there.' "Get to the point!" 'You need them. They can help you complete the game - or fail.' As the voice said this, the figures began to transform clearly into two warriors.

One, a women that resembled a knight. Her skin was pale as a vampires, making Faith feel suspicious. She wore a snow white outfit, with twin sterling silver shoulder pads upon her shoulders and a snow-colored cape floating behind her. Her hair was a light blond color, cut short bowl cut style, with eyes as green as a beautiful forest. And in her right hand, she wielded a large sword.

Then, the other woman looked like something Faith would have seen in a playboy. Her body was tanned and toned. The armor that this women wore covered her like a bathing suit, revealing much of her body. She wore nothing but armor, even her heels were reminiscent of the armor. Her head was the strangest of all. She wore a revealing helmet on her head, only covering parts of her small face. And at the top of her helmet, two bunny ears stuck out. And they were the women's, not fake. And to finish it off, she had long, luscious white hair and wielded what looked like a bow in her arms.

"So, what, I'm supposed to look for these people? These people? Are you sure?" 'Friends come not in appearance, but reliance and power.' "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'll find them since I obviously have no choice." Then, Faith could see nothing but a blinding white light, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself back in the enraged flames land, on the hot surface. She rose up once again, and stood up tall. As she gazed around, she noticed the flames had changed. They looked more demonic, as they grew taller, the darker in color they grew, and it seemed as if they had red eyes within them. After gazing around herself and her surroundings, she found nothing, no one. So, she began to walk, journeying through the land two find her two "teammates".

[bofosho]

Gordon finally saw the blue-haired man bound away like he didn't hear him at all. "Great." Gordon thought. "I broke my streak of silence all for nothing. GREAT."
Gordon turned back to Roxas, and saw even more people fighting these... winged dogs.

It was complete chaos. He knew what he had to do.

He looked Roxas in the eyes and said, "Alright... Roxas... though this predicament we're in is indeed a marvel of science, we have to find a way out of here. I think I know how. Whatever thing is responsible for us being here, it can't be friendly."

"Unfortunately, I think we have to kill it if we want to leave."

Gordon, being a scientist, hated the concept of killing unknown life-forms. A concept that he, day after day, was forced to do.

[True Light]

As he went right, Byakuya felt a strong wind. The strong wind starts to blowing and more fire pillars appeared. As he goes further, Byakuya sees a Giant Hellhound in front of him. This hellhound was huge and it was armored hellhound as well he has black great sword in his mouth.
The hellhound was huge and it wield it's black great sword as the darkness was around the sword. The hellhound attacked Byakuya with his sword. Byakuya dodged the sword as the sword hits the ground and create earthquake. Byakuya jumps at the mountain to dodge the earthquake. It seems like the hellhound guarding something. Then again the hellhound attacked Byakuya with his sword, Byakuya again dodge it by jumping on the one of the pillars, as the hellhound destroyed the mountain with his attack.
Hellhound turn around and again try to strike Byakuya. Bykuya jumps high and strike hellhound, but it has no effect. Hellhound's armor was tougher it could not be damaged by sword. The hellhound use Dark Fire Ball in order to hit Byakuya, and he increase it's power. As the dark fire ball was heading towards Byakuya, Byakuya withdraw his sword and stood, as he watching towards the hellhound. "Kidou 4: White Lighting!" Byakuya pointed his hand towards the hellhound as lighting from Byakuya's fingers headed towards the hellhound. It clashed with dark fire ball, but White Lighting pass through it and hitting the giant hellhound piercing his armor and exploding.
As the hellhound's armor was pierced by White Lighting, the hellhound explode and dissapear in the darkness.
After defeating the hellhound Byakuya continue walking further through the strong wind.

[Sora-Keyblade]

Captain Falcon was in the heat of the race, in minutes before winning the golden trophy of F-zero Grand Prix Championships 2009, with him currently in the lead. "One more lap, Doug. Just one more lap." Captain Falcon took his turns to triumph, dodging almost everything that's possible to defect his road to the finish. Rick Wheeler(his rival) has catched up on Falcon, trying to get him out of the way. "You're too slow. I'll see you in the finish line." Rick said. He stepped on the throttle, going ahead while leaving Falcon behind. "Damn, I need to catch up, I'm 10 turns away from finishing." Falcon whispered to himself.

But then, all of a sudden, everything that seemed to Falcon has vanished into thin air when he opened his eyes. He got up and started looking around, trying to take account if he was in safety or danger. "This can't be right. I'm in Hell." He heard a noise behind his back, a noise with a bit of tension under it's tone. The noise grew louder and louder, till it occured to him that it was the sound of growls. Falcon began running on his feet to the nearest shelter, if there was any to begin with. He hid behind the burnt pine trees, hoping that the scurvy dogs wouldn't mind his existence anymore. He then sensed them going past him, which relieved his worries of them following his tail. Just as he was setting off to find shelter, an another flock jumped from the bushes, surrounding him so he may not take his leave this time.


"You guys are really asking for it." He muttered. Just before they jumped onto him, he called out, "RAPTOR BOOST!", which sweeped them away to a considerable distance.

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They flinched with a growl, then fled. Falcon turned, noticing a dark cave to the left of his entity. He sped up without the need to think, hoping he would arrive in time, as it seemed to him Hell wasn't really amiable. He began emerging through the dark cave, with the heart of an explorer on his side, curious about what lies behind every dark part of the cavern. Although he'd like to explore, all that running under hot temperature weared him down, so he removed his scarf and sat down. He put his eyes around to find resources, but he was unsuccessful.

"The residents of Hell: I feel bad for them."

[power]

" hey if we don't know where to go let's go to that strange florest... it's the only thing that trully appears out-of-place here" said Roxas while they started walking in the florest direction.

The trees had grow from the magma, there was burned leves of trees in the ground, it was a beautifull place in hell.

"about what you said Gordon, maiby it's true, we should check where the leader of this dog things is..." roxas hadn't yet finished the setence when a big helldog jumped in his direction from behind a tree, in that moment Roxas jumped and with the keyblade in his left harm he hunged himself in the tree; from there he saw that there was four helldogs, three normal and one big around them.

"again?" asked Roxas while he jumped from a tree and killed the helldog that had attacked him with a single keyblade hit in the head, after that he turned around and as expected there was a helldog tryng to attack him from behind, to defend himself he putted his right keyblade in the dog mouth and with his left he brake all the helldog legs in the hope that Gordon would want to study it since he appeard to be in the sciense thing, but the helldogs after defeated vanished in the air.

" this is strange, they aren't heartless but they vanish in the air like heartless, maiby this beings react to the keyblade?" thought to himself.

[HappyHeartless]

The vast and frozen field of the Dragonblight lay before her eyes. The ground was littered with ancient and colorless bones that had been there since the first war, sticking out from the ground where they could be seen from miles away. Alexstrasza could hear the clashing of scales, teeth, ice and fire as a raging battle went on around the Wyrmcrest Tower, a colossus built to honor a newly risen alliance. An alliance Alexstrasza was proud to be the leader of. Proud to think that she had a responsibility to protect those who stood by her side and to defeat those who dared threaten the different races of Azeroth.

Then it happened.
As if engulfed in a shroud of fire, a veil of red shot up before her eyes and covered her sight. Powerful magic was at work, she could sense it, and as a reflex she raised an arcane shield around her while trying to sense the perpetrator. As quick as it came the veil before her eyes disappeared, but so did all sense of familiarity as well. Alexstrasza was no longer standing atop the Wyrmcrest Tower. She could not sense the power emitting from the Dragonblight anywhere. She was not even in Azeroth anymore.
Was this a plot set in motion by Malygos? The Lich King? Or maybe even Neltharion?
She did not know, but her absence from Azeroth was a dangerous thing, and she knew she had to return quickly.


She now found herself in a place she had never seen before. Familiar places she had been in, yes, that is true, but never this particular place. The land was as barren as any she had ever seen, but from cracks in the ground, and even from the solid earth itself, fire rose upwards, licking at the air and spewing black smoke towards an equally black sky. She could feel the presence of life from far away, even in this dead place, but it was not that of life forms she had helped protect and create. Demons. Troubling creatures. The flames were a welcome sight, despite their hostile appearance; she could handle flame very well after all.

So here I am she thought, Alexstrasza the Life-Binder… aspect of the red dragonflight. The queen of all dragons, the great red leviathan, the guardian of all life on Azeroth… The mother of all life… And I do not even know where ‘here’ is.
She looked at her hands and shook her head. This was not good.

Alexstrasza is a red dragon. She was created by the titans and entrusted with the task to protect all life on Azeroth, a charge she does not take lightly. Her form as a red dragon can be quite alarming and intimidating, so revealing her true identity is something she rarely does unless it seems completely necessary. Whenever she does not deem it necessary, like now, she takes on another form, a form which resembles a high elf.
In this form she is tall and beautiful. Her hair is red as blood and reaches down below her shoulder, and her eyes gleam with a light, crimson glow, threatening and mesmerizing. Two intimidating horns which can be mistaken for an accessory juts out of the top of her head, and from them hang several rings. She is clad in a red and golden armor which barely even covers half her body to allow increased mobility, while the rest of her fair and smooth skin is left naked. On her back she wears a cape which starts out with a light, soft red at the top, then grows darker and stronger further down. At her neck is a beautiful ruby cut perfectly round, and it only helps to bring forth her royal and important appearance.
Though she is among the most beautiful beings in Azeroth, she is also one of the most dangerous and powerful. As one would say, she is a force to be reckoned with.

As her minds processes the recent events that brought her here, short as they may have been, she starts to walk forward. After all, one does not come any farther by standing still. The clanking of her plate boots echoes silently as they hit the ground, and her shadow dances wildly in accordance with the nearby flames. If this was indeed a trap set by her enemies, why was she alone? They would know that sooner or later she would find her way home, and their only chance was to destroy her… to try. Yet she was alone, and she could see no one.

In the end she decides she only has two possible choices. To wait here for her allies to find her or to find allies on her own and get out of this place. The choice is obvious. Alexstrasza is not one to sit around after all. She opens her mouth and speaks, her voice dark and powerful, yet beautiful and soothing.

“Is… There anyone there?”
Despite how effortless she spoke, her words rung out farther than one would have believed them to do, trying to reach the ears of anyone who could shed some light on her current predicament.

For just an instant Alexstrasza thought she heard the roar of her beloved consort – the roar of Korialstrasz answering her call – but the harsh and fiery environment was playing tricks on her. As she turned her head and a relieved smile spread across her lips all she could see was a ball of fire, rising upwards to the sky and disintegrating upon itself. Too much fire escaping from a crack that was too small, that’s all it was. As this realization came to her mind, Alexstrasza’s smile faded quickly and anticipation turned to disappointment. The heat of the fires empowered her and kept her from losing all faith, and the confidence she had in her own skill and power kept her from losing her mind. She had to find out what had happened.

A gust of hot air brushed her back and that was the push she needed; with a swift motion she started forward, determined not to stop until she found someone – or something that could help explain where she was. The loose earth beneath her steel boots shifted and spread as her feet hit the ground, and small clouds of dusts rose briefly then fell back down. The thickness of the flames slowly faded as she ran, and Alexstrasza realized she had been inside a rather violent firestorm, and that the area seemed slightly different where she found herself now.

A sinister sound rose up from her right, erupting with anger and hate. She knew what it was and she was expecting it, she had felt the presence of demons earlier, after all. She kicked her left foot down into the ground, stopping swiftly, then turned to the right and lifted her arms in preparation. Two dark beasts were sprinting towards her, their fangs bared and their claws sharp. They were covered in black hide and their teeth were dripping blood. Behind them Alexstrasza could spot a third similar form, torn in half. They had been feeding, and she had interupted their meal.

She didn’t mind their hostility though. These were creatures from the twisting nether, from the dark abyss and the lands between. Living creatures or not, Alexstrasza held no love for them, and slaying them would only bring her comfort. One of the demons in front of her leaped up after closing in on the lone dragonqueen, and for a second it seemed like the beast would make contact, then; a flash of red light and the sound of blood hitting the loose earth below. Alexstrasza was kneeling on the ground and in her right hand was a fiery lance, made up by fire and nothing else. It had penetrated the beast’s chest and killed it instantly. The second demon hesitated and took a few steps back, but then its dark instincts took over. It started towards Alexstrasza once again, but that was a fatal mistake.

She lifted her fiery lance and swung it sideways, tossing the first dead demon to the ground. A roar erupted from her lips accompanied by a devastating blow to the second demon, as the lance struck and split its skull in half. The creature crumpled to the ground in front of Alexstrasza as her lance disappeared in thin air. “Back to the abyss where you came from, demon, and may you stay there forever” she said, as the danger had seemingly passed. It had not.

A third hell hound had come up from behind her, and its fangs were barely second away from tearing into Alexstrasza’s flesh. Demons, however, were in general noisy beings and the hound revealed its location before it could catch Alexstrasza by surprise. She turned around swiftly as her right hand started to glow, then grabbed the demon by its head. For an instant it was suspended in mid air, and then its entire body exploded in a flash of bright lights and burning flesh.

Confident that it was the last of them for now, Alexstrasza got back on her previous course and started running and searching.

Searching for anything.

[bofosho]

" hey if we don't know where to go let's go to that strange florest... it's the only thing that trully appears out-of-place here" said Roxas while they started walking in the florest direction.

The trees had grow from the magma, there was burned leves of trees in the ground, it was a beautifull place in hell.

"about what you said Gordon, maiby it's true, we should check where the leader of this dog things is..." roxas hadn't yet finished the setence when a big helldog jumped in his direction from behind a tree, in that moment Roxas jumped and with the keyblade in his left harm he hunged himself in the tree; from there he saw that there was four helldogs, three normal and one big around them.

"again?" asked Roxas while he jumped from a tree and killed the helldog that had attacked him with a single keyblade hit in the head, after that he turned around and as expected there was a helldog tryng to attack him from behind, to defend himself he putted his right keyblade in the dog mouth and with his left he brake all the helldog legs in the hope that Gordon would want to study it since he appeard to be in the sciense thing, but the helldogs after defeated vanished in the air.

" this is strange, they aren't heartless but they vanish in the air like heartless, maiby this beings react to the keyblade?" thought to himself.

After Roxas' very brief clash with a hellhound, Gordon followed him into the forest, where he hoped to find a way to the being which led us into this hell. Gordon proceeded with caution, with his Pulse Rifle fully loaded and in his hand.
After 5 minutes of running through the forest, two more Hellhounds raged through the forest like bulldozers, turning trees into heaps of splintered wood. "Damn it all, these things just don't stop coming!" Gordon thought to himself. Gordon immidiatly opened fire on the first one, which went down with a satisfying thud. The second one was already directly in front of Gordon, and it threw it's paw at him, it's claws making a whistling noise through the air. Gordon ducked immidiatly, barely avoiding a gruesome fate. Gordon saw it's claw fly inches away from his face, and embedded it's claw into a nearby tree.
The dog was stuck, desperately trying to free his claw.

Gordon took the chance and buried his head full of SMG fire. The Dog hit the ground, dead. Panting, Gordon resumed running through the forest, hoping to find someone, or something, that could help.

[Dano The Mano]

As Aang got closer to the mountain he saw it was flat at the top and it looked like smoke was rising out of it.Aang just kept flying towards and soon he could see it wasnt a mountain, it was a volcano."A volcano?" Aang asked himself "Maybe that's where the person who brought us here is." Once Aang arrived at the volcano he landed on the outside by the rim and folded the wings back into his glider.Aang peered inside the volcano and saw there was lava inside and it looked to be rising."This volcano could erupt any minute!" said Aang "I better go warn Itachi and Naruto!" Aang was about to hop on his glider when he heard growling.He looked behind him and saw three hellhounds staring at him and gritting there teeth.

[Zai]

Aang should be back by now, Itachi thought to himself. Where is he, he thought, as he stood up, and started looking around. He could barely make out a figure on a tall mountain. Wait, that's not a mountain, Itachi thought to himself, that's a volcano! Itachi started running towards the volcano as fast as he could, as he saw Aang looking into the volcano, three hell hounds sneaking up behind him!

Itachi, for more speed, activated his mangekyo sharingan. His speed suddenly increased by a lot, as he went at a fast pace toward where Aang was. He saw Aang turn around and see the hell hounds, as suddenly the hell hounds jumped towards Aang. Itachi jumped up, and started getting really close to the hell hounds and Aang, he slid along the rim of the volcano, careful not to fall in, as he looked above at the hell hounds jumping over him, trying to kill Aang.

"Amaterasu!" Itachi yelled as a black flame went right at the hell hounds. They were swallowed in the flames that were as hot as the sun, and they were burned until they were mere ash. Itachi deactivated his mangekyo sharingan, his eyes returning to normal, as he used his hand to get the ashes off of his head, and he looked at Aang.

[True Light]

After Roxas' very brief clash with a hellhound, Gordon followed him into the forest, where he hoped to find a way to the being which led us into this hell. Gordon proceeded with caution, with his Pulse Rifle fully loaded and in his hand.
After 5 minutes of running through the forest, two more Hellhounds raged through the forest like bulldozers, turning trees into heaps of splintered wood. "Damn it all, these things just don't stop coming!" Gordon thought to himself. Gordon immidiatly opened fire on the first one, which went down with a satisfying thud. The second one was already directly in front of Gordon, and it threw it's paw at him, it's claws making a whistling noise through the air. Gordon ducked immidiatly, barely avoiding a gruesome fate. Gordon saw it's claw fly inches away from his face, and embedded it's claw into a nearby tree.
The dog was stuck, desperately trying to free his claw.

Gordon took the chance and buried his head full of SMG fire. The Dog hit the ground, dead. Panting, Gordon resumed running through the forest, hoping to find someone, or something, that could help.

After some traveling Byakuya sees a forest created from magma, around it was a fire pillars. Byakuya jumps to the one of the fire pillars and then he jumps to the forest. As he landed in the forest a hellhound appeared and attacks him. Byakuya drew his sword and striked him. Hellhound was defeated. He continue to the forest as he looking to find someone, or a mysterious man in the black hood.

As he was walking through the forest, he heard a noise, like someone is running. He looked around and sees that a man is running through the forest. "Finally someone." Byakuya said as he appeared in front of the man. He drew his sword to prepare if the man attacks him.

"Who are you and where are we?" Byakuya asked the man in order to find out where he was.

[Xuan]

Ueki walked down the slope without life, still feeling as if something important was ripped away from his heart. As his mind began to twirl around life a year or two before now, he felt dismayed that he couldn't remember a single thing.

He stared at the ground as he pushed on, ignoring those destructions occurring all around him. Dark, stink and ashes - Why, why, "Why can't I remember anything!" the confused boy yelled out loud. It wasn't like him, he used to be strong-willed, an inner calm lake no one can match, with a passion to help out his friends.

Friends? What is this... feeling?

Just as he caught on to the hint slight movement at his two o'clock captured his attention. It was most definitely not boiling magmas or candle trees or killer heat that distracted him, it was people.

Feeling a little bit of hope but a deep well of helplessness, he ran towards his soon to be companions - Or bitter enemies.

[Chaser's Apprentice]

His (http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll145/SammyySong/Hatter.png) buoyant, fishbowl eyes fell upon the smoldering wilderness, playfully tickling at any hot, incandescent surface. An unfathomable intimacy and lax enthuse drifted at the brims of those eyes, of their scummy, unkempt, circular vessels like the homes of any other dead fish cadaver, disregarded by their fun, rambunctious—albeit, moronic—guardian patriarch. Restless and strained taut, the noxious malady, the intense, lustful fever, of this wilderness regurgitated a heat like no other, crashing through the land like a juggernaut in search of some devil doctor that could remedy such a sickness, such an epidemic. Alas, it was but a worthless, miserable endeavor, for this land, along with all who stood upon it, fell beneath a wicked quarantine. For now, this heinous, grotesque, wildly satanic wasteland would have to suffer its sickness. Its feral, barbaric fever would ignite flame hither and thither through the godforsaken place; it will be forever restless and astir, a chronic insomniac because of the incessant pain through the hours. Like damned, necromantic voices, these rapturous fires stood tall like ancient obelisks upon the smutty terrain, looking very much like a holocaust. They bore lascivious leers and an unhealthy obsession with the Hatter, confining him in a circle of fire as though some ritualistic ceremony. Yet, even through these untimely affairs, ignorance is bliss.

Hatter could not create a solid distinction between opposite concepts juxtaposed, let alone his own thoughts—good and evil, victory and loss, life and death. Whether this abominable, obscene mise en scène could be deemed unsafe was far from the Mad Hatter's diminishing intellect. The fracturing ululation of this fiery vendetta, in the Hatter's distorted mind, was diluted from a Bloody Mary, a hot, crimson liquor of liquid lust, Mary's horribly dismembered remains sunken somewhere at the bottom, to a pallid, watery tomato stew. For him, this wilderness aflame was a medley of stale, uninteresting potpourri—so boring—monotoned in a dull, blunted shade of gray. It would be the scene of The Hatter's playground, being the sadistic child that he was. He could very well continue nonchalant routines of daily life. The Hatter danced frantically to the ebb and flow of his reality's frayed edges fluttering in the jagged fires. His vacant, listless eyes, glass pincers spewing a ludicrous and freakishly psychedelic glare, cavorted flirtatiously with the flames. The leathery palms of his hands flaked like that of a sandy riverbank of oatmeal and unleavened bread, reaching in and ransacking his massive fedora hat.

“Tea for two and two for teaaaaa!” His blithe and nasally soprano voice was so abstracted, thundering distantly, mercilessly while he performed one of his deliciously delirious harlequin antics—the classic, vintage bunny-from-a-hat tomfoolery. From his sorcerer's chapeau he pulled, not an alabaster cottontail, but a porcelain teapot of polychromatic, pastel, paisley patterned carnelian, cyan striped gray, and Persian indigo. “How could I possibly be two people?! Silly me!” A tempest in a teapot—from within this round, ceramic flask, an alchemic elixir, a mind-numbing pool of bitter morphine, resided. “I can't possibly drink two teas! I must invite someone for a party!” As though summoned by the Hatter's foolish, irrational remark, a wavering silhouette developed from behind a curtain of proliferating soot, a blackened grunge coalescing with the pristine air. “Why hello there!" Some negative animation much less than normal silence was dragged into the space. "Care for some teaaaaa?” The opaque penumbra remained immobile, stopped in step into a state of repose. “It will be,” It began to snarl and gnash its teeth together.

“Delicious.”

-fin-

[KH2_FinalSora]

I must admit...this guy's a nutcase. Yuri stood back for a moment, watching his teammate pull off a strange feat, one that seemed oddly impossible, yet... "It makes perfect sense." He caught himself, blinking. Hold on a moment...why does that make sense? He blinked. All I'm doing is confusing myself... The master swordsman shook his head, putting his hand to his head.

"Are you quite done yet?" An odd twinge came in his voice; the aftereffects of magic pouring through the Mad Hatter's...antics? Or maybe it was simply something he accidentally picked up. Something tells me this isn't going to be any normal battle... Another sigh. Why do I get stuck with all of the lunatics? Not that it was a bad thing. Often the best ideas were thought up from the craziest of minds. "We have business to attend to." His smooth voice had returned, which he politely thanked the gods for.

Yuri paused, turning to his side. More hounds from the flames around the two contestants had wandered towards them. No doubt they had smelled them. Or, at least Yuri. Without a pause, he drew his silvery-white katana, the Second Star, and placed it firmly on his shoulder. A casual, yet ready stance. "It seems we have company..." At least, he hoped the Mad Hatter was paying attention.

Then again, he didn't think the man (he hesitated calling the Mad Hatter a man, for he could be any type of being) ever truly paid attention. On the flip side, he seemed to know far too much for someone who didn't. Maybe he was... I'm getting off track again. He sighed for a third time. This day is not going well...

"Azure Storm!" He flicked his blade twice, creating two blue burst of energy instead of a single. Each one blasted forward, ripping a small trail in the earth as each hit their mark. But the deadly hounds had not been fazed. "Great," He muttered. "Now they're stronger." He leaped back, avoiding a pounce from one. For once, however, he was actually a little worried. "Try this! Dragon Swarm!" He lunged forward in a spectacular swirl of blades and kicks, one that seemed nearly impossible to pull off, yet...

The hound took every hot, recoiling back. "Good..." Yuri was panting, but laughing with the little breath he had. "I was starting to think nothing would work on you..." He recovered, standing up straight. "Alright then...let's finish you off!"

[bofosho]

After some traveling Byakuya sees a forest created from magma, around it was a fire pillars. Byakuya jumps to the one of the fire pillars and then he jumps to the forest. As he landed in the forest a hellhound appeared and attacks him. Byakuya drew his sword and striked him. Hellhound was defeated. He continue to the forest as he looking to find someone, or a mysterious man in the black hood.

As he was walking through the forest, he heard a noise, like someone is running. He looked around and sees that a man is running through the forest. "Finally someone." Byakuya said as he appeared in front of the man. He drew his sword to prepare if the man attacks him.

"Who are you and where are we?" Byakuya asked the man in order to find out where he was.

...Who are you and where are we?...
Gordon was a bit confused. This was the same man who he was yelling at before. No matter, he probably didn't hear him. "Uh... Gordon Freeman. Why would I know where we are? Because I don't." Gordon replied. "Listen, me and my friend are searching for the being who brought us here, and we don't know where she could be. Wanna help us out? We might be able to escape."

[Dano The Mano]

"I could have handled them my self!" said Aang "But thanks anyways." Aang peered into the volcano and didn't see the hellhounds."I thought maybe I could find some information if I checked out the volcano.It seems it could erupt any minute.Its not safe here." There was a loud noise that sounded like something blew up and then a big lava ball shot out of the volcano and landed only a few feet away from Aang and Itachi.And then more lava balls started shooting out of the volcano but they were smaller."I think we should head back to naruto-" Aang paused "You left Naruto by himself!He could be in trouble!"

[DestinyHolder]

I must admit...this guy's a nutcase. Yuri stood back for a moment, watching his teammate pull off a strange feat, one that seemed oddly impossible, yet... "It makes perfect sense." He caught himself, blinking. Hold on a moment...why does that make sense? He blinked. All I'm doing is confusing myself... The master swordsman shook his head, putting his hand to his head.

"Are you quite done yet?" An odd twinge came in his voice; the aftereffects of magic pouring through the Mad Hatter's...antics? Or maybe it was simply something he accidentally picked up. Something tells me this isn't going to be any normal battle... Another sigh. Why do I get stuck with all of the lunatics? Not that it was a bad thing. Often the best ideas were thought up from the craziest of minds. "We have business to attend to." His smooth voice had returned, which he politely thanked the gods for.

Yuri paused, turning to his side. More hounds from the flames around the two contestants had wandered towards them. No doubt they had smelled them. Or, at least Yuri. Without a pause, he drew his silvery-white katana, the Second Star, and placed it firmly on his shoulder. A casual, yet ready stance. "It seems we have company..." At least, he hoped the Mad Hatter was paying attention.

Then again, he didn't think the man (he hesitated calling the Mad Hatter a man, for he could be any type of being) ever truly paid attention. On the flip side, he seemed to know far too much for someone who didn't. Maybe he was... I'm getting off track again. He sighed for a third time. This day is not going well...

"Azure Storm!" He flicked his blade twice, creating two blue burst of energy instead of a single. Each one blasted forward, ripping a small trail in the earth as each hit their mark. But the deadly hounds had not been fazed. "Great," He muttered. "Now they're stronger." He leaped back, avoiding a pounce from one. For once, however, he was actually a little worried. "Try this! Dragon Swarm!" He lunged forward in a spectacular swirl of blades and kicks, one that seemed nearly impossible to pull off, yet...

The hound took every hot, recoiling back. "Good..." Yuri was panting, but laughing with the little breath he had. "I was starting to think nothing would work on you..." He recovered, standing up straight. "Alright then...let's finish you off!"

What’s that? It twitched, like a curious stray he inhaled through his nostril then exhaled a course of violent coughing of a vile scent unpleasing to his hungry taste buds. “Smells like burnt...hot dogs?”
Black Cat’s golden eyes opened slowly, hesitating as if the source of light was from the morning glory of the sunrise, but no his disturbance was cause by glowing pillars that reached devilishly to inflict agony upon the dull sapphire sky above.

His eyes flickered to the presence of other males, one putting on a spectacular show of impressive swordsmanship, the other looking as if he belonged in a sideshow. “Aw man…C’mon” Stretching his limbs until he heard a satisfied crack Train Heartnet gathered himself finding his feet and stood taking the situation with calmness that could be considered a cocky attitude.
“I never finished my catnap”. He groaned, rubbing his eyes like a child disturbed from their slumber and took a lazy step forward retrieving a ornate black revolver from the holster located around his thigh, the roman numeral XIII engraved into the weapon and chest, the number Train was known by anyone who had seen down the barrel of his gun.

Train took a moment to stretched out his arms before standing casually, one thumb snug in the pocket of his jeans the other resting Hades on his shoulder, “Hatter, Yuri right? Any chance after this we could eat, I’m dying for starvation here”. The gunslinger stuck his tongue out in a childish manner.
As if a light has suddenly been flicked Train’s eyes adjusted to the hounds eyeing them suspiciously, dogs… something Black Cat wasn’t comfortable, “Hmph, perhaps they need a little bad luck?”.

[KH2_FinalSora]

Yuri groaned, rolling his eyes. "What is it with me and weird people?" He parried a swipe from one of the hounds, glaring over at Train. "We're in the middle of a war, and all you can think about is food?" He didn't sound as if he were mad. Instead, he was more in disbelief.

"Well, if you're hungry, I'm sure the nutjob behind me could provide some cakes with his...er...tea." Yuri slashed, felling one of the hounds. "Finally! It died!" He smirked in praise, and looked behind him. "Though...I doubt you want anything that comes from that guy's....hat." He slowed down his speech a little. Wait a minute...aren't I forgetting something? He had killed one of the beasts, but...

"Oh yeah...there's a-" He was cut off as the second hellhound pounced him from behind, forcing him to the ground. Without hesitation, Yuri raised his blade just in time to prevent the savage creature from snapping his head off. "Damn...gotta start paying attention!" But there was no escaping the beast. It gripped Yuri's Swcond Star with its teeth, forcefully ripping it from his grasps. The blade flew to the side, stabbing into the ground, looking almost as noble as a sword in a stone.

Yuri cursed loudly, holding back the filthy hound's head with his bare hands (and thankfully, the metal bracer on his arm). The beast above him started to slobber and drool over the meal it was about to have, and all Yuri could do was say, "Ech...disgusting...a little help here?" He sounded slightly on edge, but...who wouldn't?

[Kaivin|Shadowhart]

[Golden King - F/SN Game OST - Geneon Entertainment] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIYg1FwgacU)

It was a divine voice, really, one that issued from behind him, not at all soiled by the harsh words it spewed at him and the mutts surrounding him. His irritation had been gone as quickly as it appeared, his mood changing for the better; there was but one being with such a voice. The only thing he couldn’t possess, and the only woman he’d desired… How long ago was that, exactly? That shameful ten years, that disgraceful fight, and his death? Pathetic. Simply pathetic. The man turned, the crimson tunic fluttering slightly in the wind produced by the flames, a blade of crystal in one hand, the other pushed into his hip, the dogs snapping at his heels the least of his business. After all, mutts were mutts, and their disposal proved relatively simplistic. They seemed to regenerate, as he soon discovered, but Herpe, and many other cursed weapons in his treasury inflicted wounds that couldn’t be healed, effectively eliminating the factor. Those he’d reduced to an unrecognizable mess also seemed to be unwilling to regenerate or rise from the dead, whichever it was.

“Out my way!” the silver-clad woman snapped at them. “I don't have business with you!”

The hounds were disposed of without a second look. Arthuria's only goal was to reach the man, they were merely obstacles. He marveled at her precision, her speed, and her efficiency. Not a single wasted motion, not one useless breath. Truly, the King of Knights would have been the crown jewel of his collection. Thankfully, he’d been rid of it, that disgusting greed that plagued him during his ten-year life in Fuyuki, thanks to her blade, and could now act properly.

“Gilgamesh!” she let out a piercing cry. “What is your business here? Speak!”

"You again, woman? You should know by now: I am where I am because I wished to be." Gilgamesh’s irritation had quickly been replaced by an amused look, which, dug a bit deeper, could have even been interpreted as happiness. Arms still crossed, he continued: "I must say, this place is proving rather lacking of entertainment fit for a King such as myself, however." he half-shut one of his eyes, suppressing a yawn with one of his golden-gauntleted hands. "Surprising, King of Knights. You certainly are a fickle creature - then again, you are a woman, after all. My proposal had been so tempting to you you'd decided to chase me into Hell itself?" the King of Heroes threw his head back, laughing in his usual manner. It was only a natural occurrence, after all. He who owned all the riches of the world, a woman to refuse such a proposal had not yet been born.

'This man, his conceit is something that I want to-!' Arthuria inhaled sharply. The hot air did not help at all with the rising temperature from her body. Her grip on Excalibur tightened, she extended its invisible sharp point towards the tall man threateningly. "The reason I'm here has NOTHING to do with you!" she exclaimed, sounding like well-provoked lion.

"Indeed?" Gilgamesh sneered, pointing his finger at the small silver figure: "Seems to me like you're in denial, Arthuria." He shrugged, eyes closing for a second, the same smirk playing across his lips. "You make for a bad liar, woman. Look at yourself! You're all red. Well, that's fine with me. It simply makes you all that much more attractive." The King of Heroes made a 'tsk!' sound, swatting aside a stray dog using the blade in his hand, it's carcass quickly covering in ice, shattering under the golden plate boot as the shards flew throughout the area, the horde of demon dogs withdrawing slightly. "Games, after all, are quite entertaining, no matter what kind. Entertainment. Fun! Excitement, and enjoyment! That is a King's true path." He chuckled slightly, his mood quickly improving: true, this Hell place was boring, but if this woman had been here, even a place like Hell was more akin to the finest banquet held in Uruk in the days of its glory.

"I don't what you're implying!" Arthuria gave an incredulous look. "It's your ignorance that led you to this place!" One of her feet stomped the ground, irritated by the fact that her words had fallen on deaf ears. She was baffled by this man's way of thinking. He was a king. The oldest king on earth and yet he takes everything he has for granted.

Meanwhile, the golden warrior had been attempting to clean his armor as best hecould from the blood of the mutts slain earlier. So inelegant, so ridiculous. These mongrelscould not even die right while being disciplined by one as majestic as himself. They dared bleed on his armor and dirty it with their filthy blood. “Hmm…” Gilgamesh opened both eyes, and began advancing towards the young girl, ignoring her threatening stance and utterly oblivious to Excalibur, sheathed in Invisible Air’s Barrier of the Wind King. A flash of gold, and the scene of who knew how long ago repeated once, more, crimson eyes locking with emerald ones, though this time, there was a slightly incredulous look in the red eyes of the King of Heroes, and a slight hint of panic in the green ones. Could the woman be so innocent as to not know what he actually meant? Such an odd creature. He would have to enlighten her on the matter; the gold finger rose, as the man prepared to make a speech, the other hand still on Arthuria’s chin, only to be rudely interrupted.

“Aaalalalalalalaie!!!” Came a savage howl from the heavens, as a ground-shattering impact had destroyed the awkward atmosphere between the pair on the ground, as lightning crackled, striking everything around, issuing from the cloud of dust. The electricity danced, striking at the hounds, the trees, and the surrounding landscape, as the dust cloud moved, cutting a bloody path through the legion of flying dogs. Gilgamesh’s eyes narrowed in realization as soon as he’d heard the yell: there was only one man alive who’d announce his presence with something so… silly-sounding. It was same as on that day, many years ago, when that yell came just as that mad dog, Berserker, had dared to strike at the woman standing before him, who now turned her incredulous gaze to the cloud.

Wielding a blade in his right hand, Iskander, King of Conquerors, had entered the stage in the same brash, obnoxious manner as usual: “Bring on the minions of hell! It’s sulfur I smell and a whole stretch of land waiting to be conquered!” That last phrase made the golden King’s eyebrow twitch. Conquer? Conquer that which was rightfully his? Such insolence. Yet, this was simply the way Iskander was. There was no changing him; he reminded him of Enkidu, in a way, for the friendship between him and that one had also begun by Enkidu’s defiance of the King of Uruk’s will, ending in a fight in which he’d barely won. But Enkidu was dead, now, gone because of that spiteful woman demanding him to be her husband. Alexender was an excellent opponent, and a worthy foe, or ally, whichever the case may have been: The last time they crossed swords had truly been one of the more entertaining matches he’d experienced.

A powerful arm swept a leaping hellhound aside with casual ease while slobbering jaws snapped at his face. “Gilgamesh! Arthuria! What luck!” He was forced to pause, skewering yet another animal before sweeping his spatha out into a wide arch that severed the head of another before chopping down to do the same to still one more. “With you pair as my witnesses I claim this hellish province. It shall be called…” The brute of a man was forced to pause, as a swarm of hellhounds attacked him from every direction. Shaking them off like an overlarge bear would dry himself of water, the he bellowed excitedly: “Alexandria!” He exclaimed as if nothing had happened to interrupt his musings for before. “Ha ha, never has there been a more unique and glorious name for a province I say!”

"That flaming red hair, and the chariot. It can't be who I'm thinking, can't it?" The woman beside him only managed to whisper.

“Indeed. Loud. Obnoxious. Brutish. Who else but the King of Conquerors? Truly, a rare breed of mongrel you are, Iskander. Tenacious as a roach.” It was truly odd, for the three of them to be gathered together like this… But then, this was just as well. It must have been the Will of Alaya’s doing, making this little group. Gilgamesh’s smirk widened as he crossed his arms on his chest once more: Alaya was wise. Had she sent him any other subordinates other then these, he would likely have slaughtered them in his boredom. “This land is mine, Crimson King. I have long owned Hell, for all lands, the people in them, the animals, the plants, and all treasures of the worlds belonged to me since the dawn of time itself.” He rubbed his lip, considering: “However, should you be so inclined, I could rent it t you… For a fee, of course.”

[lonbilly]

"Owww, owww, friggin' owww!" Faith yelped in agony, grabbing her scorched feet from off the heated ground. Every step she took, she cold feel the burn, the throbbing coursing throughout her whole entire being, . The further she journeyed, the worse it became, it seemed. "Oh yeah. Send me here in this God Forsaken land. No, they couldn't have picked any of the other Slayers. No, me. Hell, they could have even choose a demon or two, maybe even a vampire. But no. I get involved in a dumb quest to find some weirdos because they're my only ticket out of this hellhole." Tension was arising from within Faith, the stress building up upon more and more stress and anger. She was surrounded by a land in flames, having to walk very carefully because of the burns that were engulfing her feet, look for two complete strangers, and make it out of where this place was. "I guess this is the perks for all my sins, huh? You know, I've killed many in my time, but I guess I still haven't payed all my dues. Even though I've saved the world a whole bunch of times. Thanks, thanks a whole friggin' lot!" And thus, Faith continued on, the heat creating a sudden craving for water. She looked at her outfit, and saw no canteen, no water supply, nothing. 'Dang it. What am I supposed to do now? Just die of dehydration? Whatever game I'm playing sure is stupid. Usually the controller wants to keep it's characters alive, not let them die because they were too stupid and couldn't leave a canteen or put out those darn fires.' But, every step Faith took was beginning to feel as if she were taking 100 all at once. Exhaustion was beginning to consume her, but she couldn't stop. 'Not yet. Come on, I still need to go. I have to live. I have to find those clowns. I can't die here. Not until I kill the person responsible for all of this.'

Faith began to think back, about what that voice had told her. 'What was that? Was it a dream? Or was it real? I swear, if it was one of those prophecy dreams again, I'm not gonna do a darn thing. This isn't no way to treat the one who has to keep countlessly saving the world, time after time, and never be rewarded or recognized. Hell, why should I keep risking my life? They have plenty of other Slayers. They have hordes of those who do what I do - so why should I have to keep putting up with it? I want my own life. I should be able to live as who I wanna be, as what I wanna be.' She continued to wander throughout her mind, trying to memorize the appearance of the two she had to meet, and thinking of how they could possibly even help her. Nothing made sense to her. 'How can two strange women possibly be essential to anything in my life? Or is it that they need me? I guess in order to get out of here, I have to go and protect two innocents. They'll just be in the way. They're useless. What good could they possibly do? And how could they help me get out of here if they couldn't leave themselves?' Then, the woozy began to overtake Faith, and she struggled to walk. "I need... water. I can't keep going on like this. I need to rest." Then, Faith finally stopped, and squatted down, breathing heavy, and her sight became fuzzy. She closed her eyes, trying to rest them for a moment. "If this isn't hell, it sure gives it a run of its money." A few moments passed, and Faith felt rejuvenated, so she stood up and began to search once more. 'Where would they even be? This place is like a stupid maze, and I've encountered nothing and no one.'

Faith stopped immediately. There were noises, those who which that didn't belong to her or the raging dark flames. Step, step. They began to draw closer, and came faster. Step, step, step. Then, sprouting out from the flames came two disgusting creatures. 'Are those... dogs?' Their skin was pitch black; their body looked as if they hadn't been fed in years; they had long bony legs; small, yet rather long black wings were attached to it's back, flapping as if ready to take off at any moment, and seemed drenched in blood; it's ears were abnormally long; there were many small spikes that resembled thorns growing down the spine to the top of it's head; the structure of it's face seemed off, and it had wide, beady pure white eyes; and it's fangs showed proudly through the crimson colored smile. 'Those things look like the rejects dogs from hell.' Faith began to step back, but she realized that she was surrounded by three hounds, two in the back, and one straight in front of her. Faith reached behind her back, pulling out her wax from in-between one of her belt loops, and readied it in both arms for battle. "Take this you Hell hounds!" She screamed, as she ran towards the first one head first, and swung her Axe hard. A direct hit landed upon the shoulder of the first hound, and the impact knocked it behind one of the flames. Then, the other two leaped into the air, but Faith quickly grabbed her Holy Water from her right pocket, and began to splash the hounds with it. They fell harshly on the ground, and began to melt away where the Holy Water had hit them. Faith put away the remainder, and ran of with her Axe in her left hand. She had to get away for now. Those things would only slow her down.

[Wzrdto25]

Round 1 - EVENT #1


Clad in armor and equipped with heavy weapons, they arrive on the Hell Fire plateau. A dark force-field prevents anyone from leaving the battleground. Vile summons her troop of ninja assassins to take down her opponents. She smirks, watching from her safety outside the shield. Her hell hounds were only one of the creatures she had the power to summon. Now she holds a more powerful force.

"Attention little pawns" she calls out, echoing through the plateau. "I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch." A bigger blaze of flames engulfs the plateau. The smoke rises but is trapped into the force-field. If the Ninjas don't get them the smoke will. An eerie laughter escapes her throat as she bends over her crystal ball to watch the show.

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MOVE: Summon Hells Ninjas
A group of specially trained assassins with a large variety of jutsu and skills. These ninjas have superb stealth abilities mixed with powerful moves that are aimed at killing their prey. It is said the dark lord himself used these ninjas to wipe entire civilizations off the face of the planet.

[power]

"Did you two hear that ? Is better we get ready, something is coming, I dunno about the ninjas but the smoke appears to be a dangerous thing, let's hurry and get out of the plateau" said Roxas while summoning the two keyblades and entering battle stance.

The zone was gaining a gray tone, Roxas guessed that it was because of the smoke, it was already possible to see the trees of the florest starting to die.

Roxas looked to the sky and said: "If you look to the sky you will notice that the smoke is concentrating..., a very powerfull being wants to kill us by asfixiation... Gordon are you good in maths? Maiby you can try to guess how many time we have to get out of here..."

[True Light]

...Who are you and where are we?...
Gordon was a bit confused. This was the same man who he was yelling at before. No matter, he probably didn't hear him. "Uh... Gordon Freeman. Why would I know where we are? Because I don't." Gordon replied. "Listen, me and my friend are searching for the being who brought us here, and we don't know where she could be. Wanna help us out? We might be able to escape."

"I will join you." Byakuya said as the wind became even more stronger. "Ninjas maybe following us, it's better that we move on ahead." Byakuya said as he was watching two of them.

He sees that the other man named Roxas has intresting weapons, Keyblades. "t's better that we hurry." Byakuya said as he looked towards the path in front of them.

[bofosho]

Suddenly, Gordon hit what seemed to be an invisible wall.
"No, no no!" He thought to himself. Smoke was accumulating somewhere in the sky, and was getting closer. ...Ninjas... ...How much time we have to get out of here?...
"I don't need to. My HEV suit was built for hazardous environment conditions, so I can breathe smoke easily. As for you... judging by the rate the smoke is accumulating and the volume of the forcefield, I would say we have around an hour before it reaches your head. As for the Nin-"
Gordon thought heard something coming from the bushes. Two shurikens flew out of it, one missing, the other one he ducked to dodge. Gordon pulled out his Shotgun, and fired wildly at the bush.

Black blood poured out of the bush, and a Ninja fell out, dead.

[True Light]

The ninjas was already here, the ambush Byakuya and the other two men. One of the ninjas jumped in the air and try to strike Byakuya. Byakuya drew his sword and strike the ninja. As he defeat the ninja, more of them appeared and attacked Byakuya. Byakuya teleport behind of them striking him in the chest. He teleport behind Roxas and defeating him before he could strike Roxas. "Kidou 4: White Lighting!" From Byakuya's fingers lighting hits the the other remaining ninjas as they fell defeated.

"We must hurry, they will attack again soon." Byakuya said as he watching towards to the guys. "Be prepared for being ambushed." Byakuya said as he withdraw his sword.

[power]

"thanks" said Roxas.
After ten minutes some ninjas appeard from behind the trees three of them wanted to kill Roxas with ninja swords, but he stopped the 3 of them with a keyblade, after that he jumped and tried to strike one of the ninjas from behind but one of the two that where attacking him blocked his attack with a sword.

" they are even harder than the helldogs; light! Help me!" yelled Roxas:
With this he concentrated the light of the zone in himself trowing a light pillar to one of the ninjas killing him instantly, after that he striked the other two with an amazing velocity given by the light killing the two before they could move.

When Roxas turned around he saw that Gordon was close to be attacked by a ninja jumping from a tree, he trowed one of the keyblades to the ninja hitting him and after that he used the light to jump in high velocility allowing him to strike the ninja with the other keyblade trowing him against a tree, breaking it.

" Gordon, to kill ninjas with a gun ... that is a little hard isn't it? " said Roxas with a smilling face

[Silk]

Gilgamesh drew himself close to Arthuria, ignoring the long blade she held against him. She did not flinch. Instead , she glared up at the towering figure with her defiant emerald eyes. Gilgamesh's lips stretched to a smirk, not daunted by the piercing gaze laid upon him. As he took her chin by the hand, the gesture harked back to scene of their final battle during the final Holy Grail war. It was then Arthuria started to notice the change in Gilgamesh since. Beyond his conceit and arrogance, he had lost much of the obsessive nature that was attributed to him during the War. Could have this been one of the effect of the Grail's destruction?

However, it did not make him more tolerable to be in company with. He was still a man very much full of himself. Even though he was a king, he abused his powers for his own pleasures. He did not care for his land, nor his people. One born as a king has a duty, it was not a position to be trifled with. This man has neglected his duty. It was a despicable act in Arthuria's eyes.

Gilgamesh was about to say something, but those words never came as a timely howl wailed across the sky, and dutifully interrupted him.

“Aaalalalalalalaie!!!” The source savage howl propelled from the sky, and gave a harsh impact on the barren landscape. A radius of lightning residue erupted from where the alien object had landed, a cloud of dusts gathered, the trees and hounds that were ill-lucked to be on the located in same area, were effectively obliterated.

Arthuria's brows creased deeply as she tried to search her memory of that uncannily familiar voice. Not knowing where it belonged to a friend or foe, she turned Excalibur to the gathering dust cloud as a precaution. It drew closer to the duo, while leaving a trail of hound corpses in its wake. Somehow rather, due to the unrealistic, over the top battle cries, the whole scene played out like from a comedy.

It was not until the voice, that had been wordless, started to speak that it finally dawned her the identity of the mysterious newcomer. “Bring on the minions of hell! It’s sulfur I smell and a whole stretch of land waiting to be conquered!”

An extremely large man, nearly twice the height Gilgamesh, emerged from the dust cloud that had obscured his appearance. Arthuria stooped crestfallen. She was not impressed at all by the man's declarations.

“Gilgamesh! Arthuria! What luck!” He dealt with the last remaining hound before continuing. “With you pair as my witnesses I claim this hellish province. It shall be called…” The giant cried when he finally spotted them in a gleeful manner, not before a new pack of three hounds launched themselves onto him, and drove him to the ground. Their efforts were futile. Seconds later, they were thrown off as if they were dolls made out of straw. That hardly came as a surprise. Few could match Iskander's, save for the gods themselves. He continued his climax phrase as though the slaughter in between never happened. “Alexandria! Ha ha, never has there been a more unique and glorious name for a province I say!”

"That flaming red hair, and the chariot. It can't be who I'm thinking, can't it?" Arthuria asked in a low unenthusiastic whisper to the man next to her.

“Indeed. Loud. Obnoxious. Brutish. Who else but the King of Conquerors? Truly, a rare breed of mongrel you are, Iskander. Tenacious as a roach.” came Gilgamesh's reply, who seemed to be equally unimpressed by the giant man's antics.

His arrival, however, made Arthuria wonder the reason for this gathering. A new Holy Grail war would not make sense, as they were independent spirits, mobilizing without the need of a Master. There was something about this space know as Hell, something which she could not point her finger on.

The pillars of flames roared, followed by a shrill and loathing female voice. "Attention little pawns." Had she just been addressed as a pawn? Something akin to puppet on strings? Arthuria clenched her fists, her grip on Excalibur tightened. Oh how she wanted it's golden blade to go through the lowlife owner of the voice. "I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch."

Die? Her eyebrows mounted her forehead. How ridiculous. She had been through death twice. Does the pompous think this threat would scare her? Smoke had mysteriously gathered on ground. It gradually rose into the air, obscuring her surrounding.

“Hmpf!” Arthuria scoffed.

From the smoke rose an army of human-like creatures. Arthuria felt as though she had been mocked. She had faced thousands of summons in the course of her second life. No matter how unique they were, they would share one fate: To be cut down. She stood challengingly against the line ninjas, Excalibur while invisible, was being pointed at them, and spat with absolute distaste:

“Come you hellish spawns! Come and take my life, if you can!”

[Rex]

Naruto sighed. Itachi was leading the group as a strang bald kid name Aang followed them. I can't feel this kids chakra...so I’m not sure if he has any or not...but in this strange world....anything can happen. as naruto followed Itachi he looked to his left and saw a few black flashes pass through the bushes. "Itachi...Aang....we have company" Naruto said as the ninjas appeared in front of them. "Shadow clone jutsu" Naruto yelled as his shadow clones appeared around him. Be ready for anything guys" Naruto yelled. Suddenly the ninjas attacked.

Naruto and his clones attack as well. these ninjas are skilled...they kind of remind me of the hell hounds we faced earlier. a few of naruto's shadow clones where destroyed but he continued to make more clones witch sucked the chakra from him. "Damn it....it’s like these ninjas are unstoppable" Naruto said as he tried to fend off the ninjas.

[bofosho]

"thanks" said Roxas.
After ten minutes some ninjas appeard from behind the trees three of them wanted to kill Roxas with ninja swords, but he stopped the 3 of them with a keyblade, after that he jumped and tried to strike one of the ninjas from behind but one of the two that where attacking him blocked his attack with a sword.

" they are even harder than the helldogs; light! Help me!" yelled Roxas:
With this he concentrated the light of the zone in himself trowing a light pillar to one of the ninjas killing him instantly, after that he striked the other two with an amazing velocity given by the light killing the two before they could move.

When Roxas turned around he saw that Gordon was close to be attacked by a ninja jumping from a tree, he trowed one of the keyblades to the ninja hitting him and after that he used the light to jump in high velocility allowing him to strike the ninja with the other keyblade trowing him against a tree, breaking it.

" Gordon, to kill ninjas with a gun ... that is a little hard isn't it? " said Roxas with a smilling face

"Listen Roxas, Byukaka, we have to get out of the forest and back out into the open, where these ninjas don't have any cover, that'll make it easier for all of us." Gordon suggested. "In the meantime, let's watch each other's backs."

When he reached the exit of the forest, three ninjas jumped down from the trees, swords drawn. In an instant, he opened fire on them, killing the first two. The third one was above him, slashing downward at him. Before it could hit him, he shot it point blank with his shotgun, killing it.

"Lets get out of this forest, now." said Gordon.

[ZombiGirl]

Amaterasu slept deeply, her dreams peaceful and comforting. It was almost like an enchanted slumber, weaving and winding further and deeper than many other naps she had had. But, like the various many naps she had enjoyed throughout her time as this white wolf, this one would come to a rather abrupt and shocking smell.

The first thing that wasn’t right was the smell...scorched earth and heat tickled at her delicate nose. Sighing, the sun goddess noticed the warmth of the ground beneath her, and opened her tired eyes. Where she was expecting herself to be, she was uncertain, but she was not prepared for her current destination;
A plain of molten rock and flame, stretching as far as the eye could see, dotted with huge plumes of fire, and barren islands of cracked rocks. In the vast sky, the sun, if one existed in the place, was totally obscured by thick, blistering smog that oozed steadily from the boiling sea.

Slowly, she stood up, stretching her tired, white limbs. She must have been asleep for a while, as her body and mind felt muddled, almost lost. Shaking her glossy head lightly, she reasoned that her best bet was to try and find a way out of this hell, be it a place of man or a place of beasts, and figure out how she came to be here at a later date.

Looking over her ivory shoulder she was relieved to see the glimmer of her Divine Weapon, Solar Flare, and stashed beneath it, a number of treasures and trinkets she had gathered on her travels around Nippon. In her still dozy, almost dreamlike state, this her instincts told her, was a good thing. She summoned her celestial brush, and was happy to see her ink powers seemed unharmed by her sleep.

As she waited for herself to fully wake up, Amaterasu went to explore the dead, scorched terrain.

[Yellow Flash]

Ueki walked down the slope without life, still feeling as if something important was ripped away from his heart. As his mind began to twirl around life a year or two before now, he felt dismayed that he couldn't remember a single thing.

He stared at the ground as he pushed on, ignoring those destructions occurring all around him. Dark, stink and ashes - Why, why, "Why can't I remember anything!" the confused boy yelled out loud. It wasn't like him, he used to be strong-willed, an inner calm lake no one can match, with a passion to help out his friends.

Friends? What is this... feeling?

Just as he caught on to the hint slight movement at his two o'clock captured his attention. It was most definitely not boiling magmas or candle trees or killer heat that distracted him, it was people.

Feeling a little bit of hope but a deep well of helplessness, he ran towards his soon to be companions - Or bitter enemies.


Peter watched as the young boy didn’t answered him and started to run towards him. Is he a friend or an enemy?... Peter wondered to himself as the young boy with green hair came closer. However Peter’s thoughts were interrupted suddenly as a voice came out nowhere, taunting him and other unseen competitors. Peter laughed at the voice; nothing could scare him; however his laughter soon ended as soon as it began, as a ghostly ninja suddenly appeared in front of him and swung at him with a sword covered in poison. Peter could do nothing but watch as the sword sliced open his arm, covering his body in blood. “Damn…” Peter yelled out as he jumped backwards to avoid another swing as the ninja laughed evilly.

Peter looked at his arm, as his healing powers kicked in and slowly healed the wound, stopping the poison from entering his body. Can’t kill me that easily…. Peter thought as he sent a blast of lightning at the ninja and smiled in grim delight. The ninja just looked at him blankly as he reflected he blot of lightning back at Peter with his sword. “Oh N…!” Peter was cut off as he was blown of his feet and went smashing into a boulder. So that’s what that feels like… He thought to himself as three more ghostly ninja’s appeared with the first. “Just brilliant…” Peter muttered as the wound in his chest, from the blast healed up.

Pulling himself up from he ground, Peter looked around for the boy with the green hair, hoping he could help him. He didn’t have much time to look though as three of the ninja’s advanced towards him swinging their swords and knives, at him. With no other defence Peter flew into the air and landed behind the ninja’s next to the green, haired boy. “Would you like to help me?” He asked conversationally.

[Zai]

Itachi grabbed Aang as the volcano erupted, getting away quickly by using his Mangekyo Sharingan. They landed on the ground beside Naruto, and they started walking around, Itachi leading the way, when suddenly a dark shield opened up around them. "What?" Itachi said, as he heard a voice yell "Attention little pawns" she said "I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch," she finished saying. Itachi could feel pure, cruel evil in those words.

Itachi looked around as suddenly hell ninjas started coming to them. Naruto had summoned some shadow clones, but it didn't quite seem to be working so well. Itachi ran towards one of them, reverting to his normal sharingan, as he began battling the hell ninja. The ninja was just about as fast as him, maybe faster, as Itachi was started to get tired fighting the ninja. Itachi threw a punch, and the ninja stepped to the side, and tried to grab his wrist.

Itachi jumped back, quickly dodging the ninja's hand. "Of course," Itachi said, as he quickly slipped his wrist out of the hell ninja's grip, and summoned a few shadow clones, jumping back. The shadow clones fought the hell ninja, and more hell ninjas rushed at Itachi, about 5 of them. Itachi grinned as he summoned more shadow clones, and three shadow clones jumped and grabbed each of the six hell ninjas. Itachi chuckled, as he activated his jutsu.

The shadow clones exploded while right on the hell ninjas, each explosion being quite big. The hell ninjas were tossed back, but they still didn't seem to die, as they stood up, and ran towards Itachi. Itachi pulled out his kunais, and fought the hell ninjas, him having the advantage now that they were wounded. Itachi dodged their attacks, and then he cut one of them's head off. The head fell right off, and the body hit the floor, while the head fell to the ground and rolled away a bit.

He did this to two of the other hell ninjas, and now there were only six left. The hell ninjas ran towards him, and then were extremely fast now. Itachi could barely track their movements. Then one of them made a bad move. One had put all his force into a punch, and thrusted his fist towards Itachi. Itachi stepped to the side, dodging it, as the hell ninja lost balance. The ninja started falling forwared, and Itachi shoved his kunai right into the ninja's chest.

The ninja fell into the kunai, and was motionless once the kunai hit him. Itachi removed the kunai, and cut the ninja's head off, as the body fell to the ground. The remaining two suddenly appeared on opposite sides around Itachi, thrusting a punch. "Idiots," Itachi said, as he jumped up in the air. The ninjas ended up punching each other, as Itachi rushed to the ground, and kicked them both in the head right before he landed.

The hell ninjas stumbled back, as they ran towards Itachi. Itachi cut their heads off right when they got close, and for a moment, their bodies just stood there, while the heads rolled away. Then the bodies fell to the ground, dead. Itachi raised his kunais and threw them, one at each of the two hell ninjas that were running at Naruto. The kunai stabbed the ninja right in the back, as Itachi ran over. The hell ninja started walking toward Naruto, as Itachi stood right in front of Naruto, grabbing the kunais, and cutting the ninja's heads off, the heads and bodies falling to the ground. More hell ninjas started surrounding them, as it seemed they just kept coming.

"Naruto, don't you have an S-Rank technique to use against them?" Itachi questioned, as he started fending off the ninjas again, cutting a few heads off and killing them, while more jumped at him.

[HappyHeartless]

Alexstrasza came to a stop once again as the dark voice of a woman appeared out of thin air, the source of the sound out of sight. It was like this person was everywhere around her, but there was only one voice. “Attention little pawns”. Pawns? An insult. Alexstrasza’s face hardened and her eyes thinned. "I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch."

So this woman, the owner of the voice, was the reason, or part of what brought Alexstrasza to this place. She said pawns, meaning Alexstrasza was definitely not alone. ”Someone else from Azeroth, perhaps? Some of my allies, or someone else?” She didn’t know. But this woman, whoever she was, angered Alexstrasza, and for now she was the dragonqueens quarry. As the voice faded and was replaced by a cackling laughter, the flames grew more intense and a strong magic energy rose up from behind Alexstrasza. The dark smoke started to thicken and grow black, but as with the fire, this was no problem for a dragon… especially not for their queen. Alexstrasza looked at the wall of magic that had appeared. It seemed to be forming a large sphere, but parts of it were too far away to see properly. Whatever it was, it kept the smoke inside which meant it could be hard to penetrate for Alexstrasza as well.

“So I can either follow the wall in a circle, or I can travel towards the middle.”
The middle.
She turned around once again and started walking towards a wall of crimson flame that kept rising higher and higher towards the heavens. Not hesitating she strode confidently into it, and walked on to emerge unscathed at the other side. The fire merely licked at her skin and armor, not taking hold, and not doing any harm. The red flames still had a soothing effect on the dragonqueen, making her feel more at home than she did even some places in Azeroth. They were weak compared to the flames of Neltharion, and those were flames she only wanted to feel again if it meant her fangs could bite down on his neck. Alexstrasza held life in greater respect than anything else, which meant one who loved destroying life was sure to be her sworn enemy. ”And to think we were once considered family… That I even called him brother.”
The thought sickened her.

Movement caught her eye and she came to a sudden and swift halt.
”Again…?”
No. This was no hell hound; they were noisy and clumsy in their movement. Whatever it was had been completely silent, and it had been hiding in the shadows of the smoke. Alexstrasza’s nostrils flared as she tried to smell anything out of the ordinary, but it was hopeless; the smoke made it impossible. The thick stench of sulfur lay everywhere and she were sure she wouldn’t even be able to smell a dwarf under these conditions. She sharpened her eyes and her ears, like a hawk hunting breakfast early in the gray lights of morning. The smoke also made it harder to see, but her hearing was as sharp as it ever was. Out of all the creatures in Azeroth only a few had better hearing than a full grown drake, but only a few.

A blade was drawn.
Another one.
The first one was to her right, and closest. She quickly turned in time to see a creature which reminded her of a human, although this was not one, stabbing a long, thin blade towards her neck. The steel was dark but it gleamed in the light of the fire, and Alexstrasza could feel the rush as it passed mere inches from the left side of her throat. Her left arm lit up as a bolt of blue, arcane energy surged towards the newcomer, but he twisted away and evaded magic projectile. She turned her attention to the source of the second blade, but she feared it was too late. As she turned around the swung her arm downwards, then the sound of clashing steel erupted as the blade of a second creature – much alike the first – shattered against the hard steel of Alexstrasza’s bracer. This caught her assassin by surprise, and Alexstrasza was not one to pass a chance like this. At the whim of her will an arcane blast of magic energy exploded outwards, momentarily lighting up the surroundings and engulfing the creature. The assassin screamed in agony, but his pain was quickly ended as Alexstrasza reached out with both arms and twisted his neck. More creatures of the dark. More life she didn’t respect, life she didn’t mind sniffing out.

The sound of fading footsteps caught her ears as the second assassin fled into the darkness.
“No” she said to herself, “Not fleeing. Waiting for an opportunity, as all assassin cowards do.”

She could do nothing to chase him. She couldn’t smell him, and the smoke was too thick for her to spot him when he was far away. These were not ideal hunting conditions, and Alexstrasza knew it. She decided she just had to walk on and be extra careful; after all, the assassin had lost its element of surprise and if it attacked again Alexstrasza would be ready.

At the base of her feet a blue light shone as grass and flowers started to grow, only to turn to ash mere seconds later. As she watched a cluster of white daffodils appear and then crumple to black dust, she felt a deep longing from within her very being, a longing for her home and for the feeling of good, beautiful life all around her. She missed Azeroth.
Feeling her magic energy (her mana as they called it) regenerating and returning to her body, she looked ahead and continued her journey deeper into the burning flames.

[KingofheartsX]

Without time to think, reaction was something that a Shinigami a God of Death should have by now. Ichigo had forgotten it all. By coming to this hell he had all the experience taken away from him by simple fear of where he was. It was not something he could easily deal with.

"Ichigo, why are you frightened so much? Does it scare you that your in Hell?" From the corner of his eye Ichigo could see the torn ends of a black coat, followed by black pants and a white shirt. It was Old-Man Zangetsu, the spirit of his Zanpakutou.
"Shut up, I'm not scared, I'm just hesitant. Ichigo said, he was lying to himself, he knew it and so did the Old Man. "Your scared and you have a right to be, your in hell or should I say Purgatory a state of hell. But you are a Shinigami...Are you gonna give up now? Ichigo...Are you gonna let it all slip away? Old-Man Zangetsu said as he walked in front of Ichigo and grabbed his Zanpakutou tightly making Ichigo tighten his grip on it even more.

"I am your weapon, my soul is apart of you, if you waver so shall I but if you have conviction..." The words ringed in Ichigo's ears from when Ichigo had first come face to face with Zaraki Kenpachi.
"Conviction." Ichigo thought as he relaxed his grip on Zangetsu and came back to the situation, the reality that was in front of him. He would get out of here with his team.

Suddenly the cackle echoed in his ears again as the fire around him intensified and smoke began to fill the area quickly. Ichigo could see the other heroes no more as his vision became compromised with the smoke filling the area as quickly as it was. But Ichigo noticed something else, shadows moving through the smoke. A dark Reiatsu was surging the entire place, it seemed that the demon had summoned new puppets for her to control, but these were assassins , trained killers to move in the shadows and the smoke made them even deadlier.

Ichigo coughed as he began to smell and breathe the smoke, he would have to be careful and watch his back. Ichigo took no chances, he swung his sword and held it right in front of him, as he placed his left arm on his right his eyes began to glow with his reiatsu.

"Ban-Kai!"

[Number13Roxas]

Pikachu opened his eyes, he couldn't believe it, he was, essentially, in Hell. Thats what it looked like. But as his mind was suddenly filled with an instant briefing he knew he was in really in Purgatory. "So I basically just have to survive?" He thought to himself. Normally he could do that, but as this WAS Hell, err, Purgatory. This task was likely to be a whole lot more difficult. "Well here goes nothing." He Said as he began walking towards what could only be, a living Hell.


OOC: Sorry about the short post, this is really just so I can let you all know I really do want to do this and hopefully i'll get in a real post tommorrow as I don't have time right now.

[Hiren]

“What are you babbling about?” The towering man asked with a raised brow as he finally came to stand next to the two. One of his arms was covered by that crimson mantle he wore strung about his broad shoulders. Within it Spatha still remained ready and thirsty for blood should another hellhound brave an approach toward him. If any of those dark skinned, demonic beasts had thought the weapon gone or sheathed they had only to look down near the furred hem of that fine cloth to see the tip of it peeking out in silent warning. The other arm was left uncovered, the muscles large and defined as one might expect from a blacksmith or one who worked at some other equally physically trying profession. It bore the scar of a sword wound on the bicep but if there were any others to be found they were either healed and gone or covered by that fur lined bracer which hid the rippling muscle of a powerful forearm.

It was that arm which rose so that a finger could be jabbed into the golden clad chest of his fellow Hero of the Grail. “What claims have you to MY province, little man?”

"YOUR province, brute?" Gilgamesh shot back, an eyebrow raised in sheer disbelief, as if doubting his own ears. "I thought we've been over this already. Everything in the world belongs to me. Lands, riches, people, anything and everything. Why, the very air you poison with your breath is mine." The Golden King shrugged imperiously: "However should you wish to play 'sandbox' in my Kingdom, you're welcome to , provided you pay the rent."

“That settles it!” The great king bellowed, the hounds that were circling them were all but forgotten as the man sheathed Spatha and threw back his mantle to reveal his entire armored front. His left hand crossed over his torso, slapping the large bicep of his right as he took up a readied stance. “We’ll arm wrestle for it. Winner takes Alexandria!”

"Pfft." Only emerged from arrogant man's mouth: "Such unrefined sport is best left to the commoners." He hadn't said what he truly felt, however: He recalled that the first 'fight' he had with Enkidu had been oddly similar to this, a wrestling competition. Did he just call himself a commoner? The thought was irritating, and it was all Iskander's fault for inspiring such antics. "When Kings wish to settle their difference, they have a duel." He gestured towards the dangerously shining blade at his side, the white crystal billowing with white mist which was dousing the nearby flames, freezing the ashes they left.

"Attention little pawns" Came a woman’s voice from somewhere across the distance as fire roared up in a heated frenzy all around and bathed the barren landscape with stifling wind and deadly waves of molten fire all around. A dome suddenly enshrouded them, some magical barrier that sought to keep everything in. "I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch."
The smoke began to rise in the air, intensified by the fires that burned even more wildly now than before. It seemed the heat was cracking even the charred earth for from that barren plane erupted great geysers of fire that shot up into the sky. From them smoke poured, covering all of the domed landscape which was apparently supposed to serve as the prison of the three heroes. From that obscuring smoke rose an entire horde of hell’s warriors, human-like in appearance and yet somehow obviously not in the way they leapt and pranced about the ground with all the grace of little ballerinas. That thought almost had the Kind of Conqueror’s laughing even considering the fact that they were ballerina’s with swords.

A vein bulged on the forehead of the King of Heroes. He had been severely underestimated, insulted, and had his name dragged through the mud. Moreover, whoever it had been, had the audacity to call him a 'pawn'?! In his life, there was a very small number of beings that dared insult him; not one survived long after tossing the insult. He had been determined to keep it that way. "If it is screams you desire, Queen Bitch of the Mongrels, then in my mercy, I shall grant them to you. I shall make you scream until your lungs've turned to blood sacks, then skin you alive and use you as a rug to wipe my feet. Be grateful, scum! You shall live on as the carpet of the King of Uruk!”

That brought the reddish brown eyes away from the approaching mob of Hell’s warriors as his brow creased in a thoughtful frown. The smoke was gathering at their feet but Iskander could not be made to care for his thoughts were centered instead on the train of logic lad by his golden armored companion’s recent statement. A hand rose in his momentary contemplations, scratching at the reddish growth which adorned his broad, masculine face.

“So that’s why you wear such gaudy boots instead of the more conventional things like me. You feet must smell disgusting after walking on carpets like that.”

The second wave of Hell’s army was sweeping down upon them and still it seemed none of the three heroes shared any manner of concern. In fact it was more accurate to say they were bored with what had been aligned against them thus far. Even as Alexander raised a hand to his lips, placing two fingers between them and blowing to create a sharp, distinct whistle that carried easily into the air for miles around. The enraged call of those mighty bulls was quick to cry out in answer and it sped toward them from the smoke. The Chariot was righted now and those massive stone wheels rolled easily across the rough terrain completely undamaged from that violent wreck just a few moments ago.

“Right then!” The King of Conqueror’s shouted as he leapt up and into his area on that great chariot, pausing there as he collected the reins to point a finger in Gilgamesh’s direction. “A competition is more likely to settle this, Goldie. He who kills the most wins Hell!”

The man waited a moment more, granting either of them time to leap into the chariot to ride into the fray with him before slapping those reigns with a shouted “HA!” to get that mighty bulls moving again. They screamed in a mixture of protest and unbridled glee, those great muscles working to pull the heavy chariot behind it as it worked itself up into a full on run with those needle tipped horns just waiting to skewer one of the shadowy minions that sought to use the smoke as a cover for their advance. They needn’t have bothered for nothing could conceal or protect them from that great beasts and as a pair leapt into the air thinking to clear the animals their heads jerked up and impaled him on a horn. That extra weight did not even tip the balance of those mighty weapons and soon a more joined the first upon the others.

The Ninjas sought to avoid the raging beasts as it charged through their ranks like an unstoppably, godly force. But those that did fell prey instead to the lightning which arched out of those great hooves as they struck ground and the massive wheels as they churned. The more that leapt up out of the smoke with thoughts of killing the mountain of a man who guided the chariot the more that were blasted by bolt after endless bolt of Zues’ mighty rage. Those streams of untamable power were endless, the fuel source behind them limitless and as their screams split the air, as their strikes wrought the earth beneath them with violent explosions of dirt and debris, so too came the booming battle cry of Iskander, The King of Conqueror’s

“Aaalalalalalalaie!!!!”

[Tidus Shuyin]

Neo was in unpleasant situation – while he was destroying the amount of dogs, they kept returning more and more. Come on! At this rate, I will be dead! Neo knew he was right. These dogs were real dogs of Hell, some kind of magical dogs. He could not understand how they are emerging again and again. And even when each dog was destroyed, others just went crazier and deadlier.

Too many dogs were surrounding Neo but something was not right. Now they had stopped. For Neo it seemed that dogs are just having fun and laughing at the prey, before killing it. This isn’t a Hell; it is a place, which suffers from Hell’s inhabitants.

Suddenly, dogs attacked to Neo as one. He thought he is done for, so automatically he stretched out his hand. His eyes were tightly shut, but nothing seemed happening for too long. Maybe they killed me so quickly and I didn’t feel anything? Neo opened his eyes and saw good thing. At least, good for Neo – dogs had stopped moving and were floating in mid air, yelping. Neo knew then – his powers had worked. With slight push, dogs flew backwards, hitting trees and disappearing. But even that didn’t stop then from emerging again.

Neo charged in the sky. There, he was safe from dogs but not from flame’s smoke. It blocked Neo’s vision and didn’t let him breathe properly. He quickly started spinning around, clearing the Sky around him and making able to see and breathe. He looked downwards where dogs had gathered beneath him and barking. Neo quickly launched himself downwards onto dogs as rocket. Hitting dogs made them disappear once again. This time, for good because dust he made extinguished flames. So that is how they are appearing! They appeared from flames! And I didn’t understand that faster… Neo charged back in air and decided to move through air for now. There was one question what was bugging him. How the hell my powers are able to work outside the Matrix?

[Xuan]

It was people, alright. Ueki was all smiling with radiant sunshine blooming behind his back like a gentle god as he hopped towards the two. Already his torrents of questions cannot be held back, "Yo! I am Ueki Kosuke, nice to meet you there! Now, I'm really sorry but I need to ask a few questions," He stopped right in front of the silent black men who had not spoken once but simply eyed his actinos, "Well for starters... Can you tell me which direction is Japan?"

"..." Either they were mute from start or Ueki's dumbness is showing even to this assassins.

Exactly. Assassins from hell.

Without warning a dagger shot past Ueki's forehead so close that his skin was scrapped off. His instinctive dodge saved him more than once, and in this case, the tally has just risen a dozen more. More lightning shaped daggers blew past him as Ueki finally managed a breath and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?!" Just beyond his sight a shadow sliced through the air soundlessly towards his head, and because of that it was all but too late for him to get out of the way when he finally noticed the danger.

"Fudo!" The tree boy slammed his fist at the ground as the earth suddenly exploded and summoned a gigantic fist of solid steel and wood. Not expecting this to happen the bloody-handed warrior was slammed full force by the spectacular eruption of power and thrown back a good five meters away. Although usually a defensive weapon, his 2-Star Sacred Treasure can hit just at hard as such close range, harder than Kurogane. Speaking of which...

"You," Ueki took aim his Kurogane at the remaining warrior whose hand clutched that deadly daggers, "What are you?" Anger laced his words as he was attacked without reason, "Do you know that could hurt someone really bad?"

All the sudden there came this annoying shriek of craziness, "Attention little pawns! I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch." Then, utter silence.

The fire began to burn for real. Upon hearing the ridiculous statement Ueki gritted his teeth as yelled, "What the heck is going on? Argh!" The moment he lost his focus both warriors sprinted towards him so fast that he failed to evade the deadly blows. The sword teared flesh on his back while the dagger sank deep into his defending left arm. Kurogane became useless as he dismissed the weapon, but by then the killers were ready to deliver the end to him.

Then, a broom magically appeared into Ueki's hands, causing the warriors to hesitate for just a fraction, and it turned out to be a crucial mistake. "Broom Extend!" The tip of the broom grew ten times longer and stabbed painfully into the dagger wielding assassin. Then, Ueki swung the weapon in a long, long arc and connected it against the enemy's head.

Two down, two to go. There was no telling whether they have fainted, or just faking it. The boy turned around and ran.

Smoke began to blacken everything.

[True Light]

"Listen Roxas, Byukaka, we have to get out of the forest and back out into the open, where these ninjas don't have any cover, that'll make it easier for all of us." Gordon suggested. "In the meantime, let's watch each other's backs."

When he reached the exit of the forest, three ninjas jumped down from the trees, swords drawn. In an instant, he opened fire on them, killing the first two. The third one was above him, slashing downward at him. Before it could hit him, he shot it point blank with his shotgun, killing it.

"Lets get out of this forest, now." said Gordon.

"Let's go, then." Byakuya said as he start running towards the forest's exit. Ninjas appeared behind him. Byakuya drew his sword and striked one of the ninjas. Strong wind was blowing as the ninjas fell down defeated by Byakuya's sword. He continue running.

When he was near the exit, ninjas ambush him. Byakuya lift his sword in the air and made sword whirlwind as ninjas landed defeated. He continue to running and finally he goes out from the forest.

"Finally, we escaped, but be prepared ninjas maybe following us." Byakuya said as he withdraw his sword.

[Yellow Flash]

It was people, alright. Ueki was all smiling with radiant sunshine blooming behind his back like a gentle god as he hopped towards the two. Already his torrents of questions cannot be held back, "Yo! I am Ueki Kosuke, nice to meet you there! Now, I'm really sorry but I need to ask a few questions," He stopped right in front of the silent black men who had not spoken once but simply eyed his actinos, "Well for starters... Can you tell me which direction is Japan?"

"..." Either they were mute from start or Ueki's dumbness is showing even to this assassins.

Exactly. Assassins from hell.

Without warning a dagger shot past Ueki's forehead so close that his skin was scrapped off. His instinctive dodge saved him more than once, and in this case, the tally has just risen a dozen more. More lightning shaped daggers blew past him as Ueki finally managed a breath and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?!" Just beyond his sight a shadow sliced through the air soundlessly towards his head, and because of that it was all but too late for him to get out of the way when he finally noticed the danger.

"Fudo!" The tree boy slammed his fist at the ground as the earth suddenly exploded and summoned a gigantic fist of solid steel and wood. Not expecting this to happen the bloody-handed warrior was slammed full force by the spectacular eruption of power and thrown back a good five meters away. Although usually a defensive weapon, his 2-Star Sacred Treasure can hit just as hard as such close range, harder than Kurogane. Speaking of which...

"You," Ueki took aim his Kurogane at the remaining warrior whose hand clutched that deadly daggers, "What are you?" Anger laced his words as he was attacked without reason, "Do you know that could hurt someone really bad?"

All the sudden there came this annoying shriek of craziness, "Attention little pawns! I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch." Then, utter silence.

The fire began to burn for real. Upon hearing the ridiculous statement Ueki gritted his teeth as yelled, "What the heck is going on? Argh!" The moment he lost his focus both warriors sprinted towards him so fast that he failed to evade the deadly blows. The sword teared flesh on his back while the dagger sank deep into his defending left arm. Kurogane became useless as he dismissed the weapon, but by then the killers were ready to deliver the end to him.

Then, a broom magically appeared into Ueki's hands, causing the warriors to hesitate for just a fraction, and it turned out to be a crucial mistake. "Broom Extend!" The tip of the broom grew ten times longer and stabbed painfully into the dagger wielding assassin. Then, Ueki swung the weapon in a long, long arc and connected it against the enemy's head.

Two down, two to go. There was no telling whether they have fainted, or just faking it. The boy turned around and ran.

Smoke began to blacken everything.


Peter was about to ask the young boy if he was an ally again; yet he did not have the time as the ninja suddenly came out of nowhere and attacked the young boy, who Peter had just discovered his name to be Ueki, as he had yelled it out. Why can’t he see me?... Peter wondered to himself as he watched the boy fight of two of he ninjas. Suddenly the answer came to him and he realized that he had been invisible this whole time. “Whoops” he muttered out loud, as he made himself visible again. It was at this time that the green, headed tree boy had run off into the strange smoke that had appeared with the other two ninja’s pursuing him. I better help…. Peter thought as he sprinted towards the ninjas, his super speed kicking in.

After a few short seconds, Peter had managed to get in front of the black, servants from hell and forced them to stop chasing, what he believed to be his team mate. “Stop!” He yelled out, both to the ninjas and the green, haired boy. The ninjas just smiled evilly again and drew there swords, charging towards Peter. “Brilliant…” He spoke, as he dodged the first blow and then the second. Although these were only easy blows; suddenly the attacks came in a rush, seeming to come from every side, as the two hell servants swung their blades at Peter again and again. Damn… Peter swore to himself as he used his super speed and strength as well as a repertoire of kicks and punches, to defend himself from the attacks.

After a minute of this brutal fighting, Peter distanced himself, as it seemed his attacks were having no effect. “Help me out here!” Peter yelled back to the tree kid, as he let lose a massive fiery blast from one hand and watched it envelop one of the ninja, only to fade away showing it had, had no effect. “Ridiculous!” Peter yelled out, as he ducked to avoid a dagger thrown at his head. Suddenly Peter had a genius idea, as he used his telepathy to pull out one of the ninja’s daggers and used it to attack the evil servant himself. “Use their weapons against them!” He yelled out to the green haired boy; as he blocked another attack with his blade; not knowing if his team mate had heard him.

[lonbilly]

‘Just keep going. Don’t turn around. Don’t even glance.’ Weaving her way through the land, Faith finally stopped atop of a plateau. She collapsed onto the ground, and didn’t care about the heat, for she was exhausted. ‘I need a breather. Just a few seconds to rest. That’s all I ask for.’ Finally, after about a moment, Faith stood back up, and began to feel uneasy. She looked around suspiciously, and could see many others were here. ‘I wonder, could the bunny and the pale woman be here?’ She said to herself, and began to walk towards where the main crowd was, when all of a sudden they were sealed in the plateau by a dark-force. ‘What the hell? What’s happening now?’ Faith suddenly felt uneasy. ’Damn, I should have known. This was a trap all along. Ugh. How could I have fallen for this? I should have seen this coming. Those hounds weren’t there to fight me, but to chase and force me into this highland. And now, I‘m sealed in.’ Faith began to look around aimlessly, hoping to find an exit, an opening, anything - but found nothing. All of a sudden, the flames grew stronger within the sealed area, and smoke began to fill the air. Faith began to cough violently, but then covered her mouth with her free arm to block the smoke. ‘If I breath in too much smoke I’ll faint again, or worse. I can’t let that happen. I have to try and find a way out of here.’ Faith began to run towards a trail that seemed to lead away from the mesa, but as soon as she got too close, a dark visible wall became apparent and bounced Faith harshly away from the wall. ’Damn, it looks like there’s no way out. What the hell is going on?’

She continued to browse around the area, looking for something, but what? All of a sudden as she was searching through the sealed area, she witnessed creatures beginning to emerge directly out of the flames and smoke. Their form was parallel to that of a human’s, yet their complexion seemed stranger than that of a human‘s, for it was apricot-like. ‘What are those guys supposed to be?’ Each of the assembly had a toned figures; a long, cardinal colored scarf that looked as if it had been used many times surrounding their neck that fluttered in the wind; a sword-like weapon strapped on their back in it‘s sheath; their shell looked as if it were made completely of an armor suit; and radiating red eyes that pierced the soul. 'They're Ninjas. The way they dress is a dead give away.' Faith gripped her Axe proudly in both hands again, and kept eying the strange Demon-like Ninjas. ’What’re they doing here? And why now, of all times? Unless somehow they’re the one’s keeping everyone sealed in. Or maybe they’re just the lackeys, and work for someone higher up and more powerful.

Suddenly, Faith began to hear a whiny, annoying voice echo throughout the mesa. The voice began speaking of ridiculous things, such as; death, pawns, screams, and watching. 'She's defiantly running this thing. But where is she? Damn!' Faith began to tense up. She had finally figured out that there was a specific woman behind this, but couldn't spot any unusual looking woman that fit the role. 'Great. I should expect as much. no way she would show herself in here, surrounded by many warriors. And that's why those Ninja-guy-things are here. to eliminate us.' There was hostility building within the sealed plateau, and Faith knew that everything was just beginning. Smoke filled the air, flames engulfed parts of the battle field, and Ninjas arrived to try and annihilate all the players. How could it not agitate any of the players? 'Fine. If she wants me to fight those damn Ninjas, then that's what I'll do.' Faith began to charge towards the Ninjas, wielding her Axe fiercely and began to raise it in the air for a clean slash, and managed to cut into one of the Demon Ninjas. Then, she grabbed her Holy Water from within her pocket, and began to disseminate the liquid onto a few of the enemies, as they began to cringe from the agonizing burning of their shell.

"Yeah! Take that you oaf!" Faith said triumphantly, and then rammed her knee into the main Ninja she attack first, knocking it over harshly with a extensive thud.

[Xuan]

"Huh?!" Ueki lifted his hands so fast that he nearly discharged his weapon at a human being. His 5-Star Sacred Treasure was itching to be unleashed, but it would seemed that it can wait a little more longer. After all a train-strength giant ram is less than ideal to put down the close range combatants.

He figured that his fist won't do enough damage to knock out the assassin, and his Sacred Treasures are simply too huge to be used without hurting the foreigner... And he found the answer. Holding his magical broom he summoned his 6-Star Sacred Treasure, "Raika! Take, this!" A pair of rollerblades wrapped around his feet as Ueki launched himself forwards like a rocket, travelling at speed exceeding 300 metres per second.

Using that speed to his advantage he did a simple, immensely powerful stab between the ribs of the hell spawn and pushed it away. Black blood flowed as Ueki swung his broom clean in disgust.

"What is your name, mister? Er, do you know what I'm talking about? I - am - Ueki - Kosuke. What - your - name?" He fumbled terribly with his speech as if talking to an alien.

[Dano The Mano]

"Just what we need hell ninjas." Aang said as a hell ninja ran at him he sent a big fire blast at it and then when it wasnt expecting it from behind the hell ninja he send a big chunk of earth sending the hell ninja to the ground.Aang barried him in the ground hoping he couldn't get out.Two more hell ninjas ran at Aang from both sides so he got on his back and spun around sending fire everywhere.
It didn't seem to hurt them much so Aang sent air slices at both the ninjas but they just dodged it and kept running at Aang.When they were only a few feet away Aang made a big earth wall rise up from under him and the both the hell ninja ran into it and fell over.Aang jumped off the pillar and sent a little hard dirt clog through both of there hearts.
"I didn't wanna do that but I had to." said Aang and then he felt something hit him in the back hard and he fell to his knees and then onto his chest.
Aang rolled over onto his back and saw a hell ninja standing at his feet, smiling.The hell ninja pulled out a knife so Aang was quick to react, he kicked the ground with the bottom of his foot and the hell ninja went flying 50 feet in the air.Aang got up and got a huge earth piece and sent it at the hell ninja falling in the air.Aang thought there was no way he was gonna get past that so he started walking away but then he heard something breaking.
Aang looked up and saw that the hell ninja broke right through it and was falling down right above Aang ready to land on him.Once the hell ninja was only a few feet away Aang took a step back and the hell ninja hit the ground really hard and didn't move.Aang sent a rock through the hell ninjas heart and then was ready to fight another but saw there was none left.

[Chaser's Apprentice]

This duo of deranged mongrels composed an angry, thespian composition of twain – a couplet – perhaps written by some lunatic, deviantly demonstrative poet. These freakish, obscene canines were savoring The Hatter's succulent, sumptuous meat already, driveling saliva down their faces. They bore obsidian, gargoyle wings and chromium talons sculptured by a satanic, hellborn blacksmith, delirious and utterly damned in the mind. The ravenous, unreasoning, eternally insatiable blackness within their mouths, the sunken cavity in their faces, swept over the flaming, godforsaken wasteland so that everything, everything, resided already between the ivory pincers protruding from the flaccid flesh of their lips. Such trim, immaculate tusks were scoured of the stains of human blood – perhaps by some grotesque, freakishly reptilian fiend who calls himself a dentist. It was a malignant trinity – the poet, the farrier, and the dentist – mutually spawning these nasty creatures. All three were lifeless marionettes manipulated by the Devil himself.

Emerging from the shroud of blackened grunge spilled on air's pristine canvas were two additional people, patrons to the Hatter's deliciously burlesque, avant garde vaudeville, or perhaps to audition. One, a fit young gentleman who bore firearms and was donned in a chic, black poncho and disheveled hair the color of burnt chestnuts. Two, a second man wielding a long scimitar with streamers of silk and satin and taffeta for hair and skintight oriental regalia, all in varying, saturated shades of dark orchid.

Snarling savagely, the heinous, wildly satanic canines stepped into a gentle, subdued gait around and around the trio as though a demon carousel whose repulsing, rambling revolutions would remain penultimate – forever – instantly eliminating all sense of time and space and direction. These two strangers, their stage presence was marvelous, but the auditions were not over. Dialogue betwixt one and two appeared bristly and broken and often rather conflicting, but the Hatter could derive from their banter the name of the warrior who donned purple – Yuri. He made a phenomenal first act in the libretto of their lives, dissecting into pieces the air before him, casting corkscrews, waves, wild cambers, and broken parabolas conceived of pure energy into the face of their opponents, killing one of two hellhounds. Auditions were over. The Mad Hatter certainly had a talented cast for his performance. Now for the grand dénouemont. Showtime.

“Very, very rude indeed for you to be here uninvited!” Said the Hatter. “Now I'm going to have to make two more teas!”

With rigid, blunt motions, his gangly limbs thrashed wildly, insanely as though the interpretive dance of a murder, his beloved, intricately ornate teapot swinging at the stubs of his icy fingertips. Provoked, giving off one final barbaric, primitive cry, the last hellborn canine thrust its body where the Hatter now stood. Hatter, taken aback, dropped backwards, swallowed by the ravenous void, the immortal darkness, within his sorcerer's hat, upside-down and feet, protruding from the top, lashing the air like a turtle. Thunders and percussions frayed the space between the newly formed troupe of the Hatter's show as though the sky were being shattered by alabaster scars.

“Oh myyyyyy! Where did everybody gooooooo?”

The Hatter continued to thrash barbarically in his limited space before dropping onto his back. As he clambered from his hat, he saw no such lightning mutilating the sky. No, it was far worse. Metaphysically, abstract – a stew of thick, polychromatic liquors and doughy, paste-like pulp were strewn with wonderful form as if choreographed along the hot earth. The Hatter pushed down an isle of this regurgitated mash, down an isle owned by none – an alleyway down the way by a way not his own alley. And yet, the Hatter's expression did not change its grinning, goofy features, happily plodding along. Thick, black liquor was split like tar in a noxious pastiche on the floor. Blood was vomited and soiled the colorless, pallid saturation of the earth, and the lonely, decapitated head of a hellhound fell in repose several yards away. Along the Hatter's insufferably casual promenade, he trampled into broken, barbed, ragged pieces of a muted paisley pattern.

“What have you done?!”
Perhaps the the better question would have been What have I done? He appeared to be ignorant of what he had done and how he had done such a thing, such a terrible, terrible thing. The Hatter's goofy falsetto voice did not change in inflection or tone one bit, making him appear to be less insanely infuriated than he really was.

“Youuuuuu exploded my favorite teapot! How dare you!”
Traversing the grotesque, pulverized remains of the deranged mongrel's body with defined struts, the Hatter stepped before the decapitated head of the hellhound, hot, crimson blood spilling from every crevice.

“I will never invite you for tea ever again! And I will make sure you never taste it!”
Those stubby, little hands of his reached into the unfathomable mouth of the mutilated canine, the flesh of his fingers ripping off the bone when grinding against its ivory pincers.

“Never, never, never !”
With one ripping motion, the Hatter tore its tongue from its mouth.

-fin-

[KH2_FinalSora]

Yuri could do nothing but blink. The hound had been on him, and it was gone. The swordsman sat up, rubbing his head as a strange squelching sound came from his left. "Er..." With a quick, talented flip, he found himself standing upright, staring at what appeared to be the remains of the last hellhound.

"Well...I can't really argue with the results..." To be honest, the brilliant tactician looked a little green. Which was saying a lot since he enjoyed most of the fighting he did. But, courageous as usual, he kept himself from getting sick. Knowing his luck, things were going to get much worse. And, almost the moment he thought that...

"Oh...great." Yuri shook his head in disbelief. "They can't just settle with puppies...they have to send in the leash holders too..." Ninjas. Well, at least that's what they appeared to be. "No matter, I'll take them down!"

Yuri charged forward... there were three of the ninjas. The one to Yuri's left made a quick handsign, and a jagged blaze of flames encircled the four fighters. The Mad Hatter and Train had been left out, but Yuri had no doubt they could find an opening. But I don't plan on letting them have any of the fun... The swordmaster spun into his first strike, which the ninja parried with an unseen flick of his wrist... a dagger. They're skilled...this might take longer than I thought.

"Shining Fang!" Yuri roared, and the small, ornate bracer on his arm glowed. The Blastia that allowed him to use these techniques. His blade levitated in his hand for a brief moment, and with his eye focused, started to spin. It struck the ninja several times, but only because it hadn't been expecting it. However, Yuri's Shining Fang had its downfall. From behind, the third and last ninja struck out with a short no-daichi, a shortened katana. The raven-haired man sensed this movement, and quickly brought up the metal glove that he wore on his arm, blocking the strike. Sparks flew from the heated metal, and Yuri found himself trapped between the two assassins.

"Heh...I haven't had this much fun in a while..." He chuckled darkly, and with a burst of hidden energy, pushed both of the dark followers back, and slammed the edge of his blade to the ground, "Destruction Field!" A small but powerful blast exploded from the blade in a sphere, striking both of the ninja's and blowing them back. "Ghost Wolf!" He charged at the one that had attacked him from behind, and disappeared. A slash mark appeared at the waist of the ninja, and Yuri appeared behind him. Without pausing, he twirled around with the grace of a true blade dancer, and slashed the dark soul's back. And the first ninja fell.

"Next?" Yuri smirked, and lunged forward once more. "Here we go! Wailing Havoc!" He slashed upwards, forcing the next of his opponents into the air. With a strange, yet almost artistic motion, he spiraled into the air, slashing once upwards and kicking out. To finish the combo, he brought his blade down with a sense of finality. "Die!" The evil assassin sailed down with the force of the blow, and hit the ground with a resounding crack.

Yuri landed a few feet away, and turned tot he last red-clad ninja. "And then there was one." He chuckled, and dashed towards the last of the ninjas that had challenged him. But Yuri was getting cocky, and the ninja had learned from it's fallen brethren. It sidestepped, dodging Yuri's initial spin-slash. With a surprising ease, the ninja kicked Yuri's blade from his hand.

Yuri leaped to the side, cursing his mistakes. But I'm not finished yet! He took up a stance as if he had his sword, and prepared for the worst. The assassin lunged at him with a no-daichi, just like his fallen comrade. The violet haired youth of a man jumped back, the tip of the blade barely piercing his skin. Damn...I'm in no condition to fight without a weapon. He quickly kicked, but the ninja was too fast.

It just didn't feel right without his sword, and there was no chance of him retrieving it. Not at all.

Yuri took a quick look at his surroundings, looking for anything that might aid him. A strange sense of calmness overtook him as he observed. The crackling flames that circled around him gave him a peace of mind as his memories flooded back to a time when he was sitting by the fire with his faithful dog, Repede, his friends, Estelle, Rita, Karol, Judith, and even that perverted old man Raven. They were his family... And they had taught him a lot during his travels.

The ground beneath his feet were covered in ashes from the constant burning, and there were burnt limbs of fallen trees all around. And his friends...they were all depending on him to make it back home alive. Alive and unharmed. Yuri looked down, kneeling.

In a gravelly, inhuman voice, the ninja laughed, "Begging for mercy?" His voice (if it was truly a man) was horrid, malformed, and completely devoid of compassion or feeling. Yuri couldn't lose to him, not now.

"No..." Yuri smirked, grasping the ash in his hand. "I won't grovel...not to you." He chuckled, and then slammed his fist into the ground, "Azure Blast!" The ground quaked, sending up the barren ashes in the air. Blinded, the ninja spoke a curse in an unknown, possibly daemonic language.

But that was all Yuri needed. Without a seconds hesitation, his feet propelled him forward through the ash. He reared his fist back, feeling the aer, a power substance, from his Blastia coursing through his veins. "Brutal Fang!" He slammed his fist into the ninja, and hit him again with the same fist. Over and over, for countless strikes, Yuri pummeled the evil being, until...

Panting, Yuri let his arm fall to his side. The ninja fell back dead. The face, if one could call it that, looked unrecognizable from what it looked like before the assault. No words came from Yuri, just a sigh of relief. He walked calmly to his blade, which was laying nearly hidden in a tuft of brown, dead grass.

"That...was worth it..."

[Sora-Keyblade]

"Ugh...Rick...Hell...pine trees..." Falcon gave some non-sense babble during his sleep, while sucked in to a world full of inner thoughts interacting with him at the same time. "Wheeler....raptor boost...death...must..wake up." When everything stopped, his self-consciousness drawed in, giving him back the ability to think and reason. As soon as he got up, he wondered what hit him, but that didn't stop him from exploring the cave. "Ugh..I must've been so tired, I slept. I would've been killed if I woke up an hour later." he said in a low whisper. Falcon started looking for resources helpful for fire-making, hoping that he'd find a way to make this dark room bright. "Rocks, wooden sticks, and a little bit of effort." For had there been trees in the cave, he wouldn't have had forced himself to go outside.

As soon as he got out, he heard screams and terrors, off of Hell's nature he supposed. Hesitation would've proved him weak, but that's what made him pull himself together. He stopped when a recurring place was standing in front of his ground, "The pine trees." he uttered, with a short-lived beam on his face. Hell seemed like a never-ending night, and so was Falcon's courage, as he took his steps to the pines, fetching what he needed. "Finally, wooden sticks." He said. "All I have to do is go back. Hope nothing goes wrong." But how unfortunate for Falcon, for as soon as he turned around, trouble came.

[videogame714]

Walking closer to the bunny-creature, Clare noticed that its apparel was peculiar as well as its body. Dressed in black clothing that revealed very much of its body, with mail covering much of its legs, and long white hair, it proved for a truly miraculous sight. About to confront it, she was cut short, as she began to sense something with her Yoki. It seems like two hellhounds, and... something else, she thought. Taking out her Claymore, she blocked one of the incoming attacks from a hellhound, sending it sprawling back into the burning woods. Dodging the attack from the second hellhound, she quickly sliced its wing, causing the wound to ooze a green liquid.

Looking for the 'something else' that Clare had sensed, she found it, a ninja with a sword along its back, a scarf covering its mouth, and menacing red eyes. It was very muscular, with armor covering much of its body. Could this be the leader of those devil-dogs? she wondered, as the ninja took out its sword, and began to sprint towards Clare. She dodged the strike, and retaliated by swinging her Claymore at it. Unfortunately, it back-flipped before she could strike it. Releasing some of her Yoma power now to become stronger, Clare leapt forward, her eyes turning a piercing gold, and began swinging her Claymore at rapid speeds - the Quicksword technique taught to her by Ilena. Leaping back after many strikes to the ninja, Clare analyzed the damage. There were many scratches where she had hit the armor, and blood where she had hit skin. Realizing that she was bleeding, too, Clare found that it had gotten in several strikes of its own. I need to get rid of this thing, she thought.

Jumping back into the fiery woods, Clare tried to run away from the ninja, but to no avail, she could sense it chasing her from behind. Releasing more of her Yoma power so she flew across the woods at inhuman speeds, Clare was able to feel the aura of the ninja getting smaller and smaller, until she could barely feel it. She then stopped to take a rest, and supressed her Yoma power, so as to not Awaken into a monstrous Yoma. It was then that the boiling heat began to overtake her mind.

A wasteland appears, with several people assorted around the area. One, a young girl hiding behind a large rock, three women standing off to the side dressed in a Claymore's attire, a monster and a woman also dressed as a Claymore in the middle area. All eyes were on the monster, a powerful Claymore who has Awakened, but having not lost all of her humanity.
"Please kill me! I don't want to become a monster!" Priscilla yelled.
"I will make it quick, I promise," the other said, the most powerful of all Claymores - Teresa of the Faint Smile. Drawing her sword at her, she was unable to do it, her hands were cut off. Confused, Teresa looked around, but as she did, the now-fully Awakened Priscilla jumped forward, slicing the head of Teresa off. The girl watched in terror as her only friend, her savior, died right before her eyes. The three other Claymores began to attack Priscilla, but were all killed, she was too strong. Walking in the girl's direction, Priscilla sprouts wings out of her back, and flies off.

Waking up, Clare finds that several tears had appeared under her eyes. Whatever happens, I must survive. I need to avenge Teresa, she thought. Now, that rabbit-creature would seem to be of some help... Let me navigate back to that area. Clare sat up, and proceeded to find the strange bunny-creature.

[rzgrz]

Hell and fire enshrouded the surroundings of the man. Alone in darkness and in pain his senses were mearly stronger than that. He stood up from where he was laying and looked around. He wore black goggles and had about four wepons sheathed away in total secrecy, yet only one hunting knife was vissible hooked onto his right leg. The darkness around was giving him better ability to see but he still wore his goggles to shield his power.

As he started to walk around he heard the screams from the battles that were raging on. He took no interest in them because right now he had to figure out a way out. The plateau was somewhat rugged but he could see lights and energy flowing from where others were fighting. He decided to go towards the fighting so he could find out where his team was.

[HappyHeartless]

Alexstrasza came to a stop once again as the dark voice of a woman appeared out of thin air, the source of the sound out of sight. It was like this person was everywhere around her, but there was only one voice. “Attention little pawns”. Pawns? An insult. Alexstrasza’s face hardened and her eyes thinned. "I just wanted to inform you, if you die, I want to hear you scream. It'll make it all the more better to watch."

So this woman, the owner of the voice, was the reason, or part of what brought Alexstrasza to this place. She said pawns, meaning Alexstrasza was definitely not alone. ”Someone else from Azeroth, perhaps? Some of my allies, or someone else?” She didn’t know. But this woman, whoever she was, angered Alexstrasza, and for now she was the dragonqueens quarry. As the voice faded and was replaced by a cackling laughter, the flames grew more intense and a strong magic energy rose up from behind Alexstrasza. The dark smoke started to thicken and grow black, but as with the fire, this was no problem for a dragon… especially not for their queen. Alexstrasza looked at the wall of magic that had appeared. It seemed to be forming a large sphere, but parts of it were too far away to see properly. Whatever it was, it kept the smoke inside which meant it could be hard to penetrate for Alexstrasza as well.

“So I can either follow the wall in a circle, or I can travel towards the middle.”
The middle.
She turned around once again and started walking towards a wall of crimson flame that kept rising higher and higher towards the heavens. Not hesitating she strode confidently into it, and walked on to emerge unscathed at the other side. The fire merely licked at her skin and armor, not taking hold, and not doing any harm. The red flames still had a soothing effect on the dragonqueen, making her feel more at home than she did even some places in Azeroth. They were weak compared to the flames of Neltharion, and those were flames she only wanted to feel again if it meant her fangs could bite down on his neck. Alexstrasza held life in greater respect than anything else, which meant one who loved destroying life was sure to be her sworn enemy. ”And to think we were once considered family… That I even called him brother.”
The thought sickened her.

Movement caught her eye and she came to a sudden and swift halt.
[i]”Again…?”
No. This was no hell hound; they were noisy and clumsy in their movement. Whatever it was had been completely silent, and it had been hiding in the shadows of the smoke. Alexstrasza’s nostrils flared as she tried to smell anything out of the ordinary, but it was hopeless; the smoke made it impossible. The thick stench of sulfur lay everywhere and she were sure she wouldn’t even be able to smell a dwarf under these conditions. She sharpened her eyes and her ears, like a hawk hunting breakfast early in the gray lights of morning. The smoke also made it harder to see, but her hearing was as sharp as it ever was. Out of all the creatures in Azeroth only a few had better hearing than a full grown drake, but only a few.

A blade was drawn.
Another one.
The first one was to her right, and closest. She quickly turned in time to see a creature which reminded her of a human, although this was not one, stabbing a long, thin blade towards her neck. The steel was dark but it gleamed in the light of the fire, and Alexstrasza could feel the rush as it passed mere inches from the left side of her throat. Her left arm lit up as a bolt of blue, arcane energy surged towards the newcomer, but he twisted away and evaded magic projectile. She turned her attention to the source of the second blade, but she feared it was too late. As she turned around the swung her arm downwards, then the sound of clashing steel erupted as the blade of a second creature – much alike the first – shattered against the hard steel of Alexstrasza’s bracer. This caught her assassin by surprise, and Alexstrasza was not one to pass a chance like this. At the whim of her will an arcane blast of magic energy exploded outwards, momentarily lighting up the surroundings and engulfing the creature. The assassin screamed in agony, but his pain was quickly ended as Alexstrasza reached out with both arms and twisted his neck. More creatures of the dark. More life she didn’t respect, life she didn’t mind sniffing out.

The sound of fading footsteps caught her ears as the second assassin fled into the darkness.
“No” she said to herself, “Not fleeing. Waiting for an opportunity, as all assassin cowards do.”

She could do nothing to chase him. She couldn’t smell him, and the smoke was too thick for her to spot him when he was far away. These were not ideal hunting conditions, and Alexstrasza knew it. She decided she just had to walk on and be extra careful; after all, the assassin had lost its element of surprise and if it attacked again Alexstrasza would be ready.

At the base of her feet a blue light shone as grass and flowers started to grow, only to turn to ash mere seconds later. As she watched a cluster of white daffodils appear and then crumple to black dust, she felt a deep longing from within her very being, a longing for her home and for the feeling of good, beautiful life all around her. She missed Azeroth.
Feeling her magic energy (her mana as they called it) regenerating and returning to her body, she looked ahead and continued her journey deeper into the burning flames.

The assassin was watching the tall and slender form of Alexstrasza as she ventured deeper into the force-field sphere that Vile, his mistress, had created. The trap had been set, so to speak, and all that was left was for this woman before him to enter it. He reached for his blade but ended up grasping thin air. He had forgotten, it had shattered when it made contact with the woman’s armor. Taking a short moment to mourn its loss he reached for one of his jagged daggers, intent on making her death quick yet painful.

Alexstrasza walked swiftly but carefully. She knew the assassin was watching her, this much her instinct told her, but she didn’t know where he was or what he would do. But he would try to kill her. Before long she came upon a large hole. It was at least twenty feet wide and thirty feet long, and while it wasn’t very deep, the bottom was covered with sharp spikes. ”A trap?” Alexstrasza thought about it for a moment, and then she sighed. “It would seem like my assassin isn’t among the smartest of his guild…” she said, then started to walk around the left side of the deadly but obvious pit. When she was nearly past it a growl escaped the smoke to her left, and another hell hound came storming out of the shadows. This one was much larger than the ones she had encountered earlier, and Alexstrasza realized that those had been mere cubs compared to this one. The ground shook as it trampled across the ground, coming towards the dragonqueen at a dangerous pace.

In the shadows the assassin watched as the demon ran towards her, threatening to destroy his plan and reveal his trap. He cursed the beast’s stupidity, and then hoped for the best.

As the hell hound came closer Alexstrasza waited for the right moment, and when it was just few feet away she leaped over it while releasing a flash of bright light towards its eyes, causing it to stumble clumsily into the pit. A guttural roar of agony escaped its maw as sharp spikes impaled the thick hide that covered the demons body.
The assassin exhaled a long and relieved breath; the trap was not set off.

Sure that all danger had passed Alexstrasza continued up the side of the pit, but she was wrong. After taking just a few steps she fell straight through the ground, as if there was nothing there. An illusion. The assassin had intentionally led her on this path, and now his work was about to pay off. Alexstrasza crashed into the ground at the end of a narrow but deep tunnel. Red light shone through the opening and illuminated the walls. They were completely smooth, and climbing up would be impossible. The assassin slowly walked to the opening, and stared down at his prey. Alexstrasza had gotten to her feet, and was staring back. He gripped his dagger tightly, and then threw it at a mark he had made at the top of the deep tunnel. The earth around it started giving away, and rock accompanied by loose earth started falling down on the trapped woman.

“It seems you have underestimated me, elf.” he said, noticing her pointy ears. As the top of the tunnel collapsed and covered Alexstrasza in earth and rocks, he heard a few well chosen words echo from the bottom; “A mistake everyone seems to be doing today, assassin.”

The assassin grunted and pondered her words as the dust settled, then the ground started to shake once again. Where the hole had been a thick tree trunk crashed out of the ground, and roots shot up beneath his feet and held him tight. A hole appeared in the middle of the trunk and out of it Alexstrasza strolled casually towards him. He was immobilized by the roots that were creeping further up his body as Alexstrasza reached up and gently stroked his chin.
“I am no elf.”

At the sound of her words the roots tightened, slowly crushing out the life of the assassin.

[ForgottenMemory]

It was a sudden waking of the senses, this vivid tearing, that awoke him from the cold of comatose. The sensation pulled at his every muscle, a new life abounding through entwined veins. This sinuous stirring was nothing short of alarming; he wished it to be more accommodating, more like the soft and slow melting of ice. A singular figure lifted from its hunched state, eyelids pulling back to expose an emotionless gaze.

He imagined right then what it would be like to drown in the depths of a dark and vast ocean – a seething and endless expanse of murk swelling in his throat, jagged and arctic saltwater distending his quaking lungs.

And in that moment came a realization. He painstakingly had focus on the severe surroundings, and came to see that his imaginative death would have been – at the least – an escape from this.

Irrevocably, the ice had shattered.

[Kaivin|Shadowhart]

[Colliding Souls – F/SN Game OST – Geneon Entertainment] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBYxsv2S1kU&feature=related )

“So that’s why you wear such gaudy boots instead of the more conventional things like me. You feet must smell disgusting after walking on carpets like that.”

Gilgamesh’s sculpted face twisted in disgust, making marring it with the taint of negativity, as his companion had just implied something particularly unpleasant. How could a King have ill-odored feet? Slaves existed for such purposes, after all, to clean his boots; after every step he took, if needed. Tiresome as that would be, it was the price to pay for luxury. Besides, such ‘carpets’ would have been replaced before even a hint of ill smell had so much at neared the demigod King’s nostrils. Should his servants have failed in such a duty, they were to be disposed of: after all, useless tools that did not fulfill their purpose were better of scrapped as the trash they were. Acquisition of replacement carpets and tools, was never much of a problem, nor was there ever a shortage of new elements. Still, after a while, it did get tiresome: Gilgamesh, while he’d still ruled Uruk, ceased similar practices after Enkidu has appeared, for the majority of them were caused by boredom. The King of Heroes, in a bad mood, while some of his servants showed incompetency before him often led to the filth dying on the spot: that was the only real use for them.

Before he could reply, however, or even form any sort of gesture, the King of Morons had already stuck two fingers in his mouth, letting out an ear-wrenching howl that could barely pass for a whistle. Disgusted grimace mutating into a scowl, Gilgamesh simply shook his head as the Gordius Wheel had appeared out of nowhere, trampling the ninja and dogs alike, the bulls’ brutish attitudes just like that of their master. Such an inelegant, wasteful, and disgraceful way to move yourself. It fit Iskander to a fault, but if the King of Conquerors thought that the golden king would defile himself by setting foot atop such a repulsive trash heap, drawn by a pair of swine which shared their master’s lineage, he has been dead wrong. It was true, Iskander had been the Rider Class Servant and Gilgamesh… Was supposed to be Archer. But then, the golden warrior never bothered himself with such mundane classifications; he was not like the rest of them, after all. He alone had been the King of Heroes, and that demanded respect and differentiation. He went beyond classes and identifications.

He was the King of Uruk, who discarded immortality, feeding it to a snake.

[The Dogfight – Fate/Zero: Return to Zero OST – TYPE Moon] ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQTbUZU8TZ4 )

A noise echoed throughout the clearing, resulting in a sweeping, almost unnatural silence which had removed all of the other insignificant events from its path. Combat stopped. Time froze. It was a simple sound, really, which only graced this hellish place once before, when the crimson-eyed man had called upon his Treasury, granting an excruciatingly painful death to the demon mutts that dared snarl in his presence. This time, the ebb that swirled in mid air, just behind Gilgamesh, had been larger than the one that opened before: after all, the last time, Gate of Babylon had only opened its gates up to an E-Rank Noble Phantasm, letting out a barrage of a mere thirty six swords at a time. This time, the air swam, twisting and writhing as if in agony instead of the usual calm motions it went through as the hail of weapons rained upon the hellspawn minutes before. This time, it was different.

The first to emerge had been an circular edge, the surface chrome, the flames that danced around the three figures reflecting in them, adding a chaotic, ever-changing feeling to the substance. The truth had not been so far from it, as the black runes which, at times, took on a dark crimson tone, had seemed to have a life of their own, migrating all over the shape that had been slowly emerging from the unseen wall. The more of the object emerged, the greater it’s shadow grew, finally attempting to swallow Gilgamesh himself, yet swallowed in the light he gave off, reflecting from the flames. A smirk graced the face of the King of Heroes as he observed the ancient artifact emerging from the Gate. Beholding it had always cheered him up, for this treasure, like his true blade, held a special place in his heart. Meanwhile the shape had finally emerged from the Treasury, the Gate closing behind it silently, the ebb and flow of time and space once more returning to normal.

A giant disc floated there entirely consisting of a chrome metal that resembled platinum, a good seven meters in diameter, thickening towards the center ever slightly. The center itself had a small, also circular, platform, consisting of a series of steps, at the top of which, a large throne crafted of what seemed to be gold, had stood, high-backed and ornate, richly decorated by a multitude of gems and carvings depicting scenes from Sumerian Mythology. The disc, except the throne and steps, had been covered in crimson-black runes which writhed and pulsed as if alive, moving in circles, the first clockwise, the next counterclockwise, and repeating this pattern to form a good thirty times until it reached the steps. The finishing touch on the strange object had been the large set of spheres floating about the disc on an orbit around the throne, above which hung a giant, radiant gold orb, blazing with energy. Taking a closer look, one would recognize that the other small objects had been planets, making the large, 50-cm diameter gold orb the Sun itself, a symbol of Uruk’s glory.

The Throne of the Nephilim, also known as the Seat of Anu, chief deity in Sumerian religion; the Noble Phantasm which Gilgamesh had once employed against Berserker, when the latter had taken control of an F-15 fighter jet and dared threaten the King of Heroes. The very same object which ignorant mortals had remembered as a ‘magic carpet’, later inserting it into their ridiculous tales as a mere rug to wipe one’s feet upon. Every myth, after all, had its own beginning; the legend of Excalibur began with the Sword in the Tree, Gram; Gae Bulg, before finding it’s way into the hands of Scathac, had been called Gungnir and had been wielded by Odin himself. Ajax’s Rho Aias, in reality the great Aegis. Gilgamesh owned the originals of all these weapons, not the pathetic degenerates they had regressed into over the years, polluted and defiled by the minds and hands of mortals and immortal alike.

Meanwhile, Iskander had been preoccupied thinking up a plan in which he could steal his lands, finally coming up with the most sporting challenge he could have wished for: “Right then!” The King of Conqueror’s shouted, leaping into his chariot and catching hold of the reins, keeping the snorting, enraged bulls in one place, prancing impatiently as lightning crackled beneath their hooves. Neither Eirei seemed to be paying much attention to the crowd of demonic men advancing upon them, Gilgamesh finally turning to his red-haired companion, listening to his claim with a raised eyebrow, a somewhat devious half-smile playing across his face. “A competition is more likely to settle this, Goldie. He who kills the most wins Hell!” The crimson light in the eyes of the King of Heroes flames, as his grin widened, displaying a row of pearl-white, perfect teeth, his eyes opening wider, bearing a kind of glee. This should prove entertaining, a concept more valuable than any amount of useless land.

“Fine with me, Rider. If you lose, however, you shall pledge eternal devotion and loyalty to myself, admit that I am the superior King in every way, shape or form, and cease calling me by that unsavory nickname!”

[Blackhearted Steel Soul – F/SN Game OST SuperRemix] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngvOunV25ow)

Arthuria, however, seemed little impressed with the antics of the two men, and simply concentrated on cutting down as many of the assassins as she could in the shortest time possible. Ignoring Alexender’s loud whooping, signaling the start of the show – after all, there was simply no way for one such as him to lose – Gilgamesh found his gaze chained to the King of Knight’s graceful motions, once more captivated by her truly divine elegance. Rubbing his lower lip, he shook his head, removing any stray thoughts from his mind, and turned his steps to the stubborn woman who seemed to wish to get a workout, as the mongrels in black, reminding Gilgamesh of that filth, Hassan-i-Sabbath, kept spawning over and over again. The golden arm darted out at a speed impossible for a human, yet only average for a true Eirei, catching hold of the King of Knight’s back of the collar, and suspending her in mid air, a goof two feet off the ground, feet dangling helplessly, while she swung her arms, attempting to get free, with Gilgamesh moving his head slightly so as to not get scratched by Excalibur’s invisible form.

"How dare you?! I was in the middle of battle and you're forcing me to retreat! Put me down at once!" The girl’s voice had been ferocious, more akin to her favorite animal then her usual soft, if strict, tones that were pleasant to the ear. Then again, her angry face hadn’t been remotely ugly either, he decided, nodding in satisfaction: he was used to seeing it by now. After all, he’d spend the greater part of the Fourth and Fifth Heaven’s Feels staring at it and its various expressions. He was never her friend, but he had been her rival long enough to know her as well as any friend or ally could. You never did know what to expect from allies and friends; dealing with foes and rivals was far, far simpler, and more importantly, provided much more succulent entertainment. Intrigue, combat, lies, all these were greatly enjoyable things that interested the King of Heroes greatly. That fake priest was by far one of the best in that regard; one never knew what he’d do next… Besides, he possessed a grand selection of wines which were only a bit worse than the ones he’s had in his own Treasury. He clicked his tongue, pitying he’d had none now. That would have to be remedied after the contest begun. Returning to his thoughts, he replied, if a bit boredly:

"Insolent woman! Have you not learned your lesson after this many wars? Have you forgotten that mongrel Caster and the fight in that forest?"

Gilgamesh had been referring to, of course, the fight in which Saber had nearly lost her life battling the insane Caster, Gilles De Rais, more commonly known as Bluebeard, who’s been under the impression that Arthuria was Joan d’Arc, by whose side he fought many years ago, and whom he loved. He sought to make Saber into Joan d’Arc at any cost, and performed nauseating acts as a defiance to the God he hated, who’d not saved his beloved, including making musical instruments out of small children. That time in the forest, he’d summoned a horde of demons, and forced them to fight Saber, who stood her ground, dispatching the forces easily, until she had begun to get tired, as Prelati’s Spellbook, Bluebeard’s Noble Phantasm, provided an infinite stream of prana to summon the beasts. Until Lancer had emerged, and managed to save the situation by cooperating with the King of Knights, things looked terrible for both of them. Prelati’s Spellbook had been destroyed then, for a while, and the stream of demons ended.

For once, Arthuria paused a moment, considering Gilgamesh's words. Then, with a very much determined look on her face, she replied. "If that's the case, why don't we take this fight to the source and end this madness once and for all.” It seemed that the woman understood his intention of putting an end to the menace which kept spewing the waves of this demon filth towards the three of them. It was disgusting, what the mind of a mongrel could come up with… Perhaps it was not worth using their hide on a carpet after all, instead thoroughly incinerating them using one of the billions of weapons within the Gate? Such a conflicting decision… It would have to be one to cause the most pain, too. He would have to mull this over a goblet of fine wine once he’d been seated, Gilgamesh finally decided.

"What else do you think we're doing, Arthuria?” The golden haired man shrugged. “The screeching brute behind me might not have any idea of where he's going, or what he’s doing, but did you really put me in the same category as him? How shameful. The creator of these things, more than likely, is the same mongrel that insulted me - us. Two birds with one stone, though they are not even worthy of a stone touched by a superior being such as me." Gilgamesh shook his head in fake sorrow, overly accenting his previous words, at the same time walking atop the disc, staring out to the nearby scenery, polluted by dust clouds, showers of blood and guts, lightning, and loud whooping, which could only have emerged from the depths of the soul of the King of Conquerors. His precious cargo seemed to have finally agreed to something he’d said, and spoke once more:

"Fine by me. I will take off the witch's head if you're not so obliged. And one other thing..." she looked down to see her feet still suspended in mid-air, then spoke with less ferocity than before, but more annoyance. "...would mind putting me down?"

“Certainly, my lady.” The golden hand lowered the girl to the ground, it’s bearer nodding at her with a slight sneer, finally walking over to the throne standing in the middle of the platform as it began to hum ever slightly, moving itself upward. Several ninjas had attempted to climb on board, but the small revolving edge of the disc sliced through them, making it rain black blood upon the rest of their comrades. Several dogs zoomed through the air, only to be cut down by the King of Knight’s concealed blade, while Gilgamesh sighed in satisfaction, clicking his fingers once more, a tiny ripple forming by either hand, an ancient-looking bottle of wine bound in leather emerging from one, while two golden goblets from the other. Offering one to the woman and getting a negative reply, he’d sighed, tossing it backwards, where it disappeared, dissolving into glowing sparks. Pouring himself some wine, Gilgamesh had tossed the bottle away, which too, faded, and, gripping the goblet by the base, took a sip of the crimson liquid, savoring the taste.

Placing the goblet upon the armrest, he propped his head upon one of his hands, supported by the armrest, while holding up the left, one eye lazily closing, and once more uttering the dreaded phrase which brought down a hail of death before.

“Gate of… Babylon.”

[Kaivin|Shadowhart]

<Blackhearted Steel Soul continues: Damn character limit...>

The armored fingers clicked, the sound resounding like a gong in the hot air. As the disc sped forward at a decent pace, the space directly under it began to churn and ripple as reality once more twisted, opening to give form to the Noble Phantasm of the greatest Eirei: Treasury of the King. The space that had begun to twist was far more than the one he’d opened to demolish the hounds. After all, these assassins seemed to be a rank above the hounds, as far as mongrels went. Only fitting they should feel more agony, from a D-Rank Gate of Babylon, instead of the E he’d used on the mutts. The only real difference was the size, and rank of weapons fired, of course, but with Gilgamesh, that meant a lot. Rank E only fired around 36 weapons at once, while Rank EX, the highest possible, raised this number to millions. Of course, it also drained his prana almost as much as employing Ea, but the Blade which Sundered the Earth and Sky would for now remain hidden. Using it on such… filth was simply sullying it’s noble nature.

A single ninja, able to get past the blade of the blonde woman, leapt at Gilgamesh, aiming for his throat with some sort of dagger, silent and… Ultimately dead. Attacking an Eirei like that, that was simply suicide; then again, perhaps these things held little intelligence, lacking even the base fear or instinct of survival? Regardless, once Gilgamesh’s hand caught hold of his neck, the assassin’s eyes bulged, tearing at the armor, the attempts getting weaker and weaker by the second. The King of heroes watched with a bored look as the life faded out of the ninja’s eyes, proving him with a pair of excellent mirrors. As the light faded from the assassin’s eyes, so did the golden warriors’ eyes flare a crimson. It wasn’t as if he’d tried to choke the mongrel, oh no. Wasting such effort on a piece of excrement such as this did not befit a King. Gilgamesh simply employed the ability native to all Eirei: Consume Spirit. All living things possessed prana, with mages and summoned being having the most. And as these ninja were the latter, they could partially fulfill the role of refilling his prana supply, slightly depleted after the three uses of the Gate. It wasn’t much, but then again, this filth’s soul did not amount to much prana either.

The disc continued onward, leaving a trail of destruction at least three times its length behind it: Destroyed terrain, maimed bodies of dogs and ninja alike, torn, ripped, and mutilated beyond all recognition. There was no mercy in the crimson eyes, only a slight hint of amusement.

The games had begun.

[VenFan]

The air around the woman’s body gradually grew thicker. As time passed, it grew difficult for her to breathe the sweltering, swollen oxygen. Her smooth, bronzed skin became warm and moist, drowning underneath the sea of perspiration, and her lungs, desiccated. The excruciating heat smothered her slender frame, forcing its way through her epidermis.

Colossal flames surrounded her, infringing her to an insignificant state of mind. How she arrived at the fiery battlefield left her bewildered. Words simply failed her. They pranced merrily around her. Shades of yellow and red grew intimate, producing boiling orange offspring. She felt entrapped within the warm embrace of the everlasting inferno.

Droplets of sweat tickled the viera’s thigh as they flowed to her foreleg, and down the heels of her glossy raven stilettos. The unbearable heat of the flames began to take effect on the woman… But strangely, another heat emanated from a different source. There was no doubt in her mind.

“The Mist, it thickens.”

Her lengthy, furred ears jerked. An unknown presence loomed her general vicinity. A series of wearied pants and gasps filled her eardrums, meshing together with the sound of the earth pummeling beneath heavy footsteps.

The finely-fashioned steel curve that was Fran’s bow rested within the tight grasp of her supple hands.

[Roxas 1994]

The hollow, excruciating whimper of a deteriorating hound resonated throughout the broad, humid atmosphere. A deafening slump hastily followed the troubled sound, increasing the graceless tension that inhabited the intolerably blistering landscape. The object that just plummeted towards the fractured land left no indication that it was a human, nor an energetic organism the thrived within the oasis of Earth. The callous screech was an explicit testimony of that simple actuality.

Dwelling deep within the menacing corridors of the scorching landforms, the unresponsive frame of the worthless beast that released the resolute howl descended, unable to preserve itself to any further extent. The canine’s white, blank eyes dependently locked, secured by the fatigue that haunted its battered corpse. Its ominous, black wings promptly quivered closed, incapable of sustaining its vital, rhythmic pattern of existence… However, the brute was not unaccompanied. A diminutive sigh vibrated through the murky haze, following the distasteful gust of blazing wind that infrequently bestowed its presence upon the intense terrain.

It appeared that a young minor stood directly above the trounced hound. His rough frame hinted that the bizarre being was indeed male. His elegant lackluster hair efficiently moved within the horrid breeze, and his unmerciful crimson eyes were unswervingly locked onto the insensible fiend. A fantastic, jagged line tattoo proceeded down the left side of his tanned face, equally corresponding with the striking tinge of his unconcerned garnet eyes. His outlandish, ancient attire bore the holy mark of the lost civilization of Mu, signaling his tragic heritage.

His complementary moniker was Solo, and he was the last solitary survivor of the sophisticated civilization of Mu.

Mu… His ancient blood started the horrifying sensation of solitude that haunted him to this day. His legacy was extinguished from existence, leaving the young adolescent to struggle for his own requirements. He was contrasting from the rest of the world, and he was the last of his variety. No other living individual could ever gratify the deprived breach within his spiteful heart. Solo would always be unaided, only to protect his precious bonds of Mu, his one and only home…

“Hmph… Pathetic,” the offensive youngster announced as he casually stepped over the injured canine, not even a intimation of remorse within his forceful body. “But I still do not know where I am and how I arrived here.”

The serene, isolated youth leisurely continued down his destined path, showing no concern for whatever creatures that resided inside the dominion of combustion and angst. He would vanquish any mortal that dared to confront the final power of a lost society. The minions of the sweltering inferno would fail to conquer his unyielding resolve, just like the other pretenders that provoked the vigor of the son of Mu.

Something is following me…

A peculiar impression rapidly took control over Solo, making his senses of aggression smolder. His internal defense mechanism advised him not to disregard the hazard, and to take an operate of violence. The youthful rogue abruptly blockaded his motion, coming to an absolute halt. His ruby gaze was fixated onward, almost as if he had no idea where the predator of darkness was lurking. However, who were really the predator and the prey?

An annoying, continuous thrashing clamor vibrated through the noise waves, echoing into Solo’s susceptible eardrums. To the maturing male, the whipping clatter was beginning to develop louder in pitch. It was as if the object of unknown origin was coming closer to his current location, positioning itself towards his vaguely resilient frame.

Fool.

The sanctified son heedlessly tilted his head to the side, allowing the vicious item behind him to hurtle forward, beyond his imperative body. However, a flamboyant aspect momentarily caught his keen gaze. The fatal object that tried to end the life of the survivor sparkled with outstanding beauty, reflecting the vibrant array of magma that lied beneath the degenerating soil. The metallic entity was also spinning in a spherical movement, cleaving through the sultry space as if it did not even affect its ordained course. The serrated edges languidly sparkled with a brilliant radiance, imitating the enchanting activity of a windmill. Solo could almost immediately identify the gadget without even a slightest allusion of hesitation.

A shuriken?

The lethal object was categorically a ninja star, also know as a shuriken. The rogue could effortlessly calculate that the hazardous metal was aimed precisely at his skull, seeing the almost faultless trajectory. If his cranium had not been evidently composed and open, the star of instantaneous fatality would have successfully encountered its desired target.

Solo hurriedly transferred his bodyweight to his side, permitting the almighty reality of gravity to take custody if his motion. It took him a mere moment to fully revolve to the opposite direction, and he was met with similar crimson eyes. Even to the child of the ancient’s astonishment, the vivid silhouette of a slender stature was unquestionably visible among the agonizing vapor. A extensive, frayed fragment of polluted cloth was draped around the assassin’s neck, sheltering its hideous features. Peculiar, erratic symbols were spread around its monotonous structure, matching the equivalent signs that were resting on its treacherous, tainted katana sword.

“So, you wish to fight me (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6f8wLtrj4w4)?” the boastful youth questioned as he analyzed every eccentric portion of the ninja of flame. “Fine!”

Solo gradually raised his right hand to the celestial heavens that unknowingly levitated above the blistering scenery. The scarlet hue of his eyes was firmly concealed behind his closed eyelids. A tranquil, collective expression was branded on face. He was not apprehensive about the conclusion of the imminent brawl. He already knew the undeniable end.

“Laplace!”

[SephirothTheDoomDestroyer]

Heat and the stench of blood were all Faith could smell. These strange sensations jarred her from a deep slumber. Faith felt groggy and weak as if awakening from a deep trance. She checked her watch to find it had broken. She looked around seeing nothing but a desolate wasteland.

What is going on... Is this a dream?... Am i dead?... I can't recall a single memory of the past week...

Faith heard the sounds of fighting and howls nearby. She followed the sounds to try and figure out what had happened to her. She could feel the beads of sweat now dripping so vigorously down her forehead. The taste of salt touching her lips. "I haven't done anything that made me sweat in a long time... This will be fun!" she exclaimed to the nothingness around. She started off on a full speed charge in the direction of the sounds she had heard

This heat is so harrowing... I will fight through it just to have another interesting challenge

[Yellow Flash]

"Huh?!" Ueki lifted his hands so fast that he nearly discharged his weapon at a human being. His 5-Star Sacred Treasure was itching to be unleashed, but it would seemed that it can wait a little more longer. After all a train-strength giant ram is less than ideal to put down the close range combatants.

He figured that his fist won't do enough damage to knock out the assassin, and his Sacred Treasures are simply too huge to be used without hurting the foreigner... And he found the answer. Holding his magical broom he summoned his 6-Star Sacred Treasure, "Raika! Take, this!" A pair of rollerblades wrapped around his feet as Ueki launched himself forwards like a rocket, travelling at speed exceeding 300 metres per second.

Using that speed to his advantage he did a simple, immensely powerful stab between the ribs of the hell spawn and pushed it away. Black blood flowed as Ueki swung his broom clean in disgust.

"What is your name, mister? Er, do you know what I'm talking about? I - am - Ueki - Kosuke. What - your - name?" He fumbled terribly with his speech as if talking to an alien.

Peter had watched in amazement as the boy had made a broom appear and stab one of the ninjas, killing it instantly. However there was no time to speak, as Peter rushed forward and grabbed the other ninja, before it could attack, and stabbed his stolen knife deep into the flesh of the servant of hell, he watched it grimly as the dead ninja fell to the ground. He then turned to the young tree boy in front of him and spoke. “My name’s Peter....nice to meet you...” He said out loud as he thought to himself. This boy is strange...I better be careful...just in case... Peter’s thoughts were soon cut off however, when four more ninja’s appeared surrounding him and Ueki. “Damn!” Peter swore out loud as he barely managed to doge the blow that had been aimed at his head. Speaking to his new found ally, he yelled! “Back to back!” As he blocked another attack with his stolen knife.

He didn’t want to fight, nor hurt other people. Yet this wasn’t strictly fighting, he augured with himself, as he fought of the attacks. This is more self-defence…not fighting…. Yet he knew deep within his heart, that eventually he would have to fight other people, not just these servants of hell. Pushing that disturbing thought of his mind, he continued the fight with just a slight bit more eagerness.

[Misuzu]

Lucy awoke in a harsh sweat, breathing heavily among the fumes or fire surrounding her motionless being. She gasped, searching the area with her dazed crimson eyes. She was in hell. "Didn't think it'd come this soon," She snickered to herself, pushing herself up off the ground slowly. Suddenly, a shock of pain swelled on the left side of her head, just behind her rosy bangs, and she touched it lightly. She quickly resented the fact she grazed it, and retracted her pale hand, examining the damage. Dark, fresh blood shrouded her hand as she grunted, lifting herself off the ground. I don't know how I got here, but obviously it wasn't a smooth ride.

It was almost ironic how she couldn't recall the past events. It reminded her of when she first left that wretched lab so many years ago - Shot in the head, memory gone. She wiped excess blood off the side of her head, resulting in a burning sensation. There was a pool of blood from where her head lay, but she ignored it and walked ahead, to the only place she could. A long, dark, and narrow path lay ahead, fire engulfing the area from underneath, God knowing how deep it went. It was like a never-ending abyss, souls weeping and never resting, floating hauntily about. She quickened her pace, a chill running down her spine from the moans coming from wherever. She did, in fact, feel a little lightheaded from the blood loss, but that couldn't stop her now. She had to find a way out of this underworld - dead or alive.

The path lead her to an arena sort of place, and it seemed as bad as where she was before. Jolting upwards in the hot air, an iron gate came crashing down behind her and sunk its sharp fangs into the dead earth, mocking her as she crept forward. She frowned, holding on to her sanity. This couldn't stop her now. Not even Hell would stop her from escaping this nightmarish dream. Too bad it wasn't a dream, or she would have woken herself up by now. She did rewind backwards that she did in fact lose a lot of blood. Possibly it were to be a dream? "Whatever," she moaned, tightening a fist. "Dream or not, let’s get this over with. I hate heat."

The Diclonius herself strode across the decayed earth and took in a breath of poisonous air, releasing it out her nostrils and loosening her grip. The flames surrounding her suddenly died down, and from a hot orange they became a cooler lava-colored red, shortening their octopus-like arms. Lucy didn't let her guard down for one moment. Obviously something was about to approach her, and whatever it was, she'd know to fight back. Her invisible vectors began to slink out of her un-human-like body and floated 20-feet above her, waving around in the air like snakes.

Her horns detected some other presence, but it all seemed oddly strange. A whimper echoed somewhere in the chamber, and she lifted her head upward to find dark shadows dancing around above her head. One, two, three, four. Four shadows. She counted the shadows in her mind, and Her vectors were prepared to rip off anything as well.

The shadows stopped hopping around, and 8 pairs of beady red eyes stared down at her, the flames somehow becoming a dark mahogany at the same time. Lucy cringed, but knew she was most likely powerful and stable enough to defeat her new foes. Her mind, of course, then let her down. Her vision blurred up a smidge, and she staggered in her defense stance. Oh, but of course. Ah, well. I'll rip them to shreds. All of those bastards. She regained her vision, and blinked her glowing red eyes right back at the mysteries above. One by one, they all fell to the ground in front of her, precisely ten feet away, all staring into her eyes as she did the same back at them. Her vectors grew a bit closer to them, and they didn't sense anything. She almost laughed, but kept quiet as she examined where they were, and how she'd rip off their limbs. These ninjas were no match for the Diclonius, Lucy. Of course, it'd take massive precision and patience, but the job would get done.

She launched forward at them with a maniacal grin, and each of her vectors positioned themselves to rip off at least one of their arms.

[rzgrz]

The shadows and smoke casted a grand blanket of darkness that Riddick was able to move upon unnoticed he continued to move without his goggles covering his eyes. His eyes were a sign of being a convict in a max security on-world penitentiary that was vacant of all sentient life, sides the few guards, and being held in a dark hole for a few years away from life. this time in total darknes gave him eyes that no other person could have. And due to him being a Furrian gave him special abilities that no other human could match.

As he got closer he saw a two people talking with eachother while fighting off Ninjas. Seems unfair. maby I should even the odds for them. He he unsheathed a blaster he aquired from a Celion guard and one of his Ulaks as he stood perched in the shadows of a rock overlooking the small arena. His mind raced as he observed the fight of the fiery ninjas and the two that were feinding for their lives. He read their moves as they attacked and fought bravely.

[shadowaxel]

Exausted from his search,gaara wants to set up camp for the night..but before he can get any rest,someone knocks him out & kidapped him . Gaara awakes in chains..Gaara:were am i...MEN#1:you work for her dont you..GAARA:who..MEN#1:the evil princess vile..GAARA:who is vile?..MEN #1:your master.YOU WORK FOR HER...DONT YOU,DONT Lie TO US..MEN#2:LET HIM SPEAK...GAARA:my name is gaara,i am the leader of my village,i am looking for my teammates,i was transported here by some unknown force...MEN#1:you dont work for vile..GAARA:who is vile....the two men walk away & talk for a short while,then return to gaara...MEN#2:we will have to test you,before we can trust you.

[Zai]

"It looks like we took care of most of them," Itachi said, as no more hell ninjas were around them. Itachi sat down, and deactivated his sharingan, taking a break. "Let's rest for a while and regain our chakra, by the way guys, it's time I reveal my plan on how to defeat the mastermind behind all of this," Itachi said, as he looked around, still not seeing any more hell ninjas. Itachi saw one suddenly jump towards him and Itachi quickly grabbed the hell ninja, cutting its head off, and throwing the head and body away. "It's time to kill," Itachi said.

[lonbilly]

More of the Ninjas began to emerge from the flames, surrounding Faith. But she didn't flinch or become intimidated. 'I can't afford to slip up. I have to make it through this. And I need to find those warriors. Who ever they are.' Faith gripped her Axe in her right hand, and began to swing it around violently, taunting the Ninjas. Taking the a stance with her right hand holding her Axe proudly above her head, as if it were a sphere, while her other arm was placed in front of her, and her hand open with the palm facing the enemies in front of her, she smiled. "Come on guys, I know you can do so much better. Unless you're as weak as the other three." Then, one pounced from the air, unsheathing it's sword, and colliding into Faith’s Axe. She twisted her body in a 180 degree motion, and then elbowed the Ninja in the chin, sending it stumbling backwards. Raising her Axe, she began to attempt many slicing attempts upon the Ninja enemy, but it blocked every action with it's own sword. Finally Faith ducked and attempted to tackle to ninja onto the ground, but he front flipped over her, and then body slammed her into the ground, dropping her Axe. 'Owww.' Faith wrapped her legs around the Ninja's waist, and then began to roll forward, knocking it into the ground next to her. She then jumped up quickly, and then picked up her Axe. Raising it into the air, she made a quick thrust into the Ninja, and stabbed it harshly in the back, but she couldn't seem to pull it back out. 'Damn. Come on, not now!' Tug after tug, it seemed futile, and then the Ninja began to rise up.

Quickly, Faith whipped the Holy Water out from within the depths of her pocket, and began to spray it onto the Ninja, and where her Axe where wedged. The Ninja instantly collapsed on the ground and began to go into what seemed ton be convulsions. Faith then dropped her foot on the Ninja's back, grabbed her Axe tightly, and began to tug harshly, and finally the Axe came out. Then, Faith slashed her Axe into the Ninja's neck, cutting off it's head, as then it died. She quickly took her gaze to the other Ninja's, and they each began to try and attack her. She dodged and began to block, but it seemed like too much. Faith then dove from out of the crowd of Ninja's, and began to run away from them, running faster and faster with each passing second. 'I hate to run, but I can't handle all those by myself. I just can't.'

Faith went further and further, yet she could still feel the Ninjas following her. ‘Don’t look back. You can’t afford to let down your guard or take you sights off what's in front.’ She continued to run as fast as possible, but she was beginning to breath too heavily, and was quickly becoming very exhausted. ‘I can’t continue like this. It’s no use. I have to stop and-’ As Faith ran through the blazing path, she tripped over a small boulder, and fell over and smashed her head onto the surface harshly. And then, everything went blank.

“Faith, what’re doing sleeping at a time like this? You always did have trouble with sleeping at wrong times. Come on Faith, you gotta wake up. You got a job to do.” ‘That voice… no… It couldn’t be.’ Faith opened her eyes and hastily sat up too see nothing but white light, and was baffled by what she saw next. “You… you’re-.” ‘There’s no way. I though he was…dead.’ She stared at the man. He was around 6 foot 2, he wore a casual suit, and stood proudly. His forehead was aged a bit, and his scalp looked as if it were balding. He had a sly grin on his face, and laughed. “That’s my Faith. I hoped you would have recognized me. After all, it has been quite a long time.” It was Mayor Wilkins.

“But, I thought the Buffy-.”

“She did, and I am. But, let’s just say for now a few rules have been broken.”

“Hmmm, well, seems you’ve changed your style a bit, huh? Breaking the rules.” Faith smiled. She had quite a history with the Mayor. Sure, he was evil, but he was the closest thing she had to a dad. “But, why are you here? And, why am I here? What’s going-?”

“Shhh. Look, listen. Faith, the world has changed on you. But that doesn’t mean you have to give in, you’re a fighter. You may be feeling very alone right now, but you’re not. You’re never alone. Now, promise me you’ll live. I know I didn’t.”

“I promise.” Faith said, as she began to fall into a trance, and fainted once again. She could feel herself falling forwards, and then could feel a hot surface placed below her being. Opening her eyes slowly, she realized her face was plastered against the landscape, and she slowly began to sit up. 'I’m here again. I promise Wilkins, I won’t die.‘ Faith was now kneeling on the ground, and could feel a rush of a new reason to live, and felt replenished. Looking on her right side, she noticed her Axe still lying flat on the ground, and thus she claimed it in the grasp of her right hand, and held it proudly. ‘I’ll live on for the both of us.’

Faith began to rise up, and felt a warm liquid trickling down her forehead. She raised her left hand towards it, and touched her forehead, and flinched slightly at the sudden touch. Then, bringing her left hand into her sights, she saw a red substance on her fingers. ‘I guess I must have taken a nasty spill.’ She shook it off, knowing it wasn’t anything to be concerned about at the moment. She began to search around where she was now, looking through the smoke and flames, and something caught her glimpse. ‘Are those… Bunny ears?’ She began to walk in towards her right, each step bringing her closer to the bunny-eared figure in the distance. Faith then began to run towards it, and realized that this is what the Mayor meant. She never was really alone. ‘Thanks Wilkins.’ She said to herself in her mind, and raced towards the Bunny.

[Dano The Mano]

"IS that that everything?" Aang asked "That's a nice plan.Im tired of killing.I wish I didn't have to kill even if they are from hell.Its hard for airbenders to kill.I couldn't kill the firelord when it came to it.But I found a better way, I took his bending away.Maybe there's another way around this problem too." Aang sat down "Lets just think things all the way through before we do it.Maybe we can talk with this lady and reason with her." Aang saw two hell ninjas behind Itachi "Not again!" said Aang and he got up and walked around Itachi and kicked a bunch of air slices at the ninjas.They dodged most of them but there was too many so one got his legs cut off and the other was missing and arm and a leg.They both fell over and Aang shot earth through there hearts and barried them in the ground."Now where were we?" Aang said

[Zai]

"See? You just killed them, anyway, here's what we do," Itachi started explaining. "We need to find the mastermind behind this first, then we have to make sure we're not seen until we're prepared to execute this plan, once we're ready, Aang runs to the mastermind. Aang, it's your job to use three elements at the same time. Use earth to put her legs in the earth and make sure the earth is around her arms and hands so she is immobile. Then you need to use air to suck the air out of her lungs. Give her trouble breathing, that's sure to distract her. Then you need to use fire. Most likely, she'll have fire powers. It's your job to make sure if she shoots out fire that the fire is quickly dispersed and gone. Then Naruto charges up a wind release: rasengan and I charge up my great fireball technique. I'll shot my fireball and Naruto merges it with his wind rasengan, creating a burning wind rasengan with even bigger flames. Naruto simply then strikes the person with the burning wind rasengan and we quickly back off a bit, and watch her be killed," Itachi said "That's my plan."

[Dano The Mano]

"Man that's a great plan Itachi!" said Aang "But we don't know if killing her will get us out of here.What if were stuck here forever instead.I think we should try talking with her first-" Aang was cut off by a loud boom.Aang saw there was a whole lot more of smoke coming out of the volcano."Sounds like the volcano is erupting.Itachi use your sharingan to see where the lava is headed.If its coming our way were gonna need to find a safer place."

[Zai]

"There's a dark shield around us, nothing will happen to us, if the lava does go toward us the dark shield will block it. It's meant to keep things in and out. As long as we defeat the mastermind behind all of this, I'm completely sure the dark shield will go out, then we can escape," Itachi said as a hell ninja was running at him from behind him. Itachi pulled out a shuriken and turned around, throwing it at the ninja's neck. The shuriken went right trhough the ninja's neck, getting stuck inside, and the ninja fell back, dead. "We just need to find the mastermind, now," Itachi said.

[KingofheartsX]

The smoke had completely covered most of the nearby area, it mattered not to Ichigo as he could begin to feel the reiatsu of his friends, they had woken up, but if he was able to make it close to them then he could be sure that they were okay. A slight shift in the smoke behind him made Ichigo stab his Zanpakutou directly behind him as a Dark Assassin's blood darkened Zangetsu's blade. "Hmm, not even worth it." Ichigo said as he tossed aside the dead assassin and parried the attack of another one that had come from behind him. Ichigo kicked it in the face as the sound of bone's crushing could be heard. He then swung Zangetsu to the right cutting up three ninja's that were waiting to attack.

A yell from above him helped him notice that there was an assassin above him, no matter though, as he used his shunpo and reappeared behind the assassin and kicked him in the back. The scream of several other ninja's helped Ichigo realize they're positioning.
"Your all dead now!" Ichigo said as he rose Zangetsu above his head.
"Getsuga Tenshou!" A black wave of dark reiatsu blackened the area beneath Ichigo as he destroyed most of the ninja's that were there. A hound seemed to be hunched in the corner waiting for Ichigo to land but he knew of it's presence a long time ago as he landed on top of it and crushed it's entire body with a thrust of his palm. A slight whimper could be heard as it died.

"What!" Ichigo said as he could feel blood in his mouth, he spit it out as he looked at it in his hand, he knew that he had not been injured, it seemed that the smoke was slowly killing him inside, by what he had noticed, the smoke had already filled most of the area, Ichigo concentrated and made his sword twitch and the smoke seemed to push away a little bit as he used his reiatsu to push it. The smell of air that wasn't poisoned seemed like a taste of heaven, even though it would be brief, Ichigo made the best of it as he took in several deep breathes and cleared his lungs of the poison. It was a good thing he did this now as he would've waited even longer the poison would've seeped into his entire blood stream and then he would've been in trouble. Ichigo looked to his right and saw a increasing number of small red orbs multiplying, it was eyes, the eyes of his would be killers.

Only If I was dying. Ichigo laughed as he dashed towards the ninja's and slashed immediately as soon as he was in range killing three ninja's by slicing from the ground up, cutting the first one in half diagonally from his legs to his pelvis, then followed by the next on where from his pelvis to his chest was separated and the last ninja was the most unlucky of the three as his chest and half of his jaw was sliced in half.
Ichigo turned behind him as the rest of the ninja's had retreated they're positions behind the now dead ninja's. Ichigo sliced the air, spilling the dead ninja's blood on the ground in front of him.

"Come on then!" Ichigo said as he ran towards the horde of ninja's as they began to also run towards him, Ichigo used his shunpo to appear behind them, the ninja's stopped in their tracks as they tried to find him, it was too late, by the time they heard Ichigo yell, "Getsuga Tenshou!!!!" A black wave that seemed like a tsunami destroyed them all. There was a second of where the screams of a group of ninja's could be heard just before they were erased from this plane.

[SephirothTheDoomDestroyer]

Faith had finally caught up to the fighters and saw them fending off what seemed to be demonic ninjas. "I'm here to help!" she exclaimed to the fighters. She leaped and roundhouse kicked the nearest ninja sending it sprawling. She turned around to the other and sweep kicked it forcing it onto its back. She grabbed its arm and twisted it around the ninjas back until she heard a deafining crack of the bone. Faith noticed a falling shadow above her. She launched herself upward ramming the falling adversary in its gut. She wrapped her arms around its neck dragging it under herself and landing with all her weight on its body. Seeing its near lifeless body she twisted the neck till it cracked and the ninja was completely still. "I think you can handle that other one" she stated pinting to where the last ninja had lain.

Where did it go?

Suddenly Faith felt a something holding her right ankle in place. She looked down to see a hand reaching out of the ground. She attempted to pull the demon out of the ground by lifting her foot but was unsuccessful. "Pesky bastard" she muttered. She tried once more and this time she was successful. Using the ferocious stregth of her leg muscles she was able to drag the ninja from the ground which it had hidden and sent it flying upwards with a simple flip and kick of her leg. "Now you can handle him yourselves" she stated smugly with a smirk on her face. She quickly turned her head, looking in the direction of where Riddick remained hidden glaring at the strange figure she noticed.

[DestinyHolder]

“Wha-” Train paused, his amber silted eyes scanned around with his head tilted in confusion at the deceased, butchered creatures that lay in a stomach turning mangled mess. He wasn’t sure what had happened but it saved the business of getting his hands dirty with the foul beast’s, “Bleh, dogs”.
Scratching his head of chocolate ruffled hair like a feline with the ebony rear of Hades Black cat watched the violated haired man, Yuri with amusement shouting sarcastic words of encouragement and sound effects of wounds- though most would of just irritated anyone.

The naïve ex-member of Chrono was taking the situation in his stride, he had yet to fire a single bullet of his faithful pistol and wasn’t even the slightest bit flustered about this. ‘Killing isn't the way sweepers do their job‘, that was the words that Saya has taught him, he had done enough of that being Chrono‘s pet. His hand would be forever stained with spilt crimson of those who fell victim to ‘The bringer of bad luck’, Eve had always smelt the blood on him and Hades. Eve…

Train fingered the golden bell tied round his neck with a red ribbon that Eve had taken off her toy, to turn him into a good cat. If you put a bell on a bad cat, you can always hear it coming…”Or something like that”. Train muttered letting the chocker fall against his skin producing sweet music that would be associated with a animal.

Black cat looked up again at the katana wielding man, a twinge of desperation made his structure flinch forward as he noted the fact he was unarmed without a weapon. Train appeared to have a childish manner but if any ally was in the slightest danger Train couldn’t find the will to resist the urge to dive without thought to the side of whoever it was - the period of friendship never a question. But seeing Yuri take down the crimson ninja with what he liked to think, true or not with ease. They where safe - for a little while.

Though this wouldn’t last as Train sharply turned on the blackened heel, a yawn followed by the suggestion for a quick snack aimed towards the shorter male that somehow reminded Train of a clown perhaps? By manners of course not appearance, that was a different story.
His actions amused the ex-assassin, the Mad Hatter didn’t have care for what anyone thought of his actions, thus Train thought it would be rather exciting to see the world through his eyes. He expected it would be like a kaleidoscope of colours merging into the one then distancing themselves from either other as if in a act of being unique, however this attempt would once again fade into another crowd of colour.

“Hatterrr”. The stray called his name like a child hinting towards something that they needed to have, not want. “May I have some teaaa?” His voice for by far over acting kindness.
Train bent his knees in a impolite manner with no sense of personal space, but his humorous grin was one hard to ignore. “Or just some milk?”. Train always had a outrages appetite.

The beaming face soon turned stern, his ears twitched, the cat sniffed. Caught, looked. Saw.

Light touching the emerald top hat Black Cat leapfrogged over the tea party host powering himself forward. Train possessed 20/10 vision in both eyes giving his sight better than normal humans, this seemed to catch the masked ninja off guard. His body twisted as he dodged the weapons that where new to him, shinning metal stars seemed to be falling from heaven located from the demon princesses lackey. XIII got closer, he could feel his targets breath on him.

“I’ve come to deliver some bad luck…”.

Three flashes occurred between the small space between the bodies leaving claw like marks on the bloody torso of the fire ninja that appeared to be caused by a feline. A feline with claws of ebony, the weapon was the tip of Hades. No bullets where used.

“Killing isn't the way sweepers do their job”.

[VenFan]

The marvelously-molded titanium which rested within the viera’s taut grasp felt bitter beneath her stretched, pointed phalanges. The foundation of the bow that was once reposed upon the smooth sward ascended to the fore of her torso. In an instant, a robust, pointed wooden carving slapped onto the right side of the bow. The middle finger of her right hand swathed the center of the thread. As the filament attached to both margins quickly snapped back toward her in a precise wrenching motion, the arrow simultaneously followed. They remained as one.

Finally, the couple halted. The steel appended to the end of the wood glistened in the luminosity of the brilliant flames which enveloped her. The arrow glared into the soul of the individual whom she had perceived.

Her finger tugged back slightly until the thread finally raced back to its perpendicular state. The bow had achieved its focus, and there was no escape.

The arrow tore through the air with tremendous momentum. A thick thump followed through, and an agonizing groan seemed to drown the sound of crackling flames. Her target had been acquired, and eliminated.

Her gaze absconded from the dusky-clothed assassin fastened onto a nearby tree trunk, and to the female.

“Avow your business, so as not to end up like him,” Fran spoke. The bow shuffled four degrees to the left, aimed directly at the unidentified woman’s chest.

[Silk]

[Fate/Stay Night OST Breach (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8erQEokAb1k)]

The new demons proved to be a step-up challenge from the winged hounds themselves, but only by a margin. They have more arsenal on their hands. And have more wit rather than just brute strength and speed. Their tactics, and even appearance, reminded Arthuria of Hassan-i-Sabbah the Assassin class Eirei from the Fourth Holy Grail War, except that Hassan-i-Sabbah, wouldn't fall prey to Invisible Wind as easily as these mediocre assassins, and he didn't look half a joke as they did. Their weapons resembled very much to the ninjas of Japan. While Arthuria's experience of them had been limited to Shirou's television set, she always thought their concept had been improbable in practice. They used star-shaped blades, called shuriken if her memory had been correct, that come in small and large, with the latter looking ridiculous enough that they might find better use on windmills; and the former were light and easily deflected compared to conventional throwing dagger. And then was those atrocious objects that were used in place of daggers, which their original purpose had been a farming tool.

Arthuria had to give them some credit for surprising her in their mastery of offensive magic, such as fire-breathing ones(as if there was not enough sprouting from the ground already), although they have a queer way of initiating said spells by using the gestures of their fingers, instead of the good old incantation. Once again, Arthuria thought this was a horrible method. With incantations, you only move your lips and your hands would be free to defend yourself while doing so, but like this, your hands would be preoccupied, leaving yourself bare to opponents, as reflected on the ninja troops' strategy.

In her current circle of opponents, two engaged her first to catch her attention. She was aware of a hidden pair underneath the smoke, somewhere waiting to strike. One came to a close combat, using a pair of those farmer tools as principal weapons; meanwhile, the other barrage at her dozens of minuscule shuriken. She dealt the first with a swift strong blow, knocking the tools out of his hands and cut right through his chest. The second had been trickier to deal with, since there was a great distance between them, she had to parry and dodge the barrage star-blades, and cover some distance before reaching her opponent. She didn't need to anyway, as her opponent flashed behind her, ready to stab on the back, but not before she chopped off his arms, and followed up with a slash across his chest.

By the time she finished, the latter pair revealed themselves as the smoke disclosed their locations, which were on both of her sides, some distance apart and facing each. Arthuria had no idea what they had in mind. From their positions and the surprised look in their eyes, they must have tried some sort of trap spell. Arthuria gazed down on the scarlet ground to see a black glyph drawn over the area of where she stood, and end its radius on the assassins themselves, unlike the glyph of the magi she knew, this resembled more towards East-Asian calligraphy, but it was still unmistakably a glyph. Whatever these assassins have been doing may looked different. They may have different ways of initiating spells and different glyphs, but magic is magic, and Arthuria was very resistant to magic.

With two fluid consecutive movements, she took out the two remaining assassins with Excalibur's long reach, then wasting no time, she placed the sword back in readied position for any incoming attacks from the thick, reddish smoke. Up until now, she had been indifferent to Gilgamesh's and Iskander's quarrel over whose claim over owning hell. After all, the topic did not interest her in the first place. She failed to see the worth of this barren wasteland, filled to the brim with demonic creatures, and sorely lacked in any material to make a good meal.

As she was engrossed with the repetitive nature of slaughtering the assassin army, a hand grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her feet off the ground with ease. Arthuria swatted her blade behind, struggled to break before she was being turned around and met a pair crimson eyes. At once she realized it was Gilgamesh, and immediately lashed out with infuriation at him.

"How dare you?! I was in the middle of battle and you're forcing me to retreat! Put me down at once!"

The King of Uruk clicked his tongue, and scolded her like a misbehaving child. "Insolent woman! Have you not learned your lesson after this many wars? Have you forgotten that mongrel Caster and the fight in that forest?"

Arthuria hated to admit, but he was right. The memory of that battle during the Fourth Holy Grail had been unsavory. Caster, whose real identity had been Gilles De Rais, or most commonly known as Bluebeard had set up a trap for her. In other to lure her out of the castle where she stayed at the time, Bluebeard had driven a school bus full of children into the nearby forest, set them loose and released his summons for the thrill of a hunt. The reason for this was that Bluebeard fell in love with a woman warrior named Joan d'Arc during his life time. Joan d'Arc had been executed on the accusation of being a witch. Due to this, Bluebeard harboured a deep hatred against God, and sank deep into the art of Black Magic.

When they met as Servants, Bluebeard had taken Arthuria as Joan d'Arc, the Holy Maiden of Orleans, Saviour of France. King Arthur went down with history as a man, there was no other female hero in records. Thus, he refused to believe that Arthuria was the latter and insisted that she merely lost her memory of her life, and he would do anything to make her regain her non-existent memories. Anything. Which included the slaughter of children and other innocents. By the time Arthuria went out to save the kidnapped children, they had already fallen into the summoned demons hands. All was left for her was to fight the demon army. It was an endless battle. For every single one that she cut down, ten would replace it. If it weren't for Diarmuid Ua Duibhne's aid, a Servant of the Lancer class, who destroyed Bluebeard's Noble Phantasm, Prelati’s Spellbook and ended the demon swarm, she would not have survived. The scenario, now she thought about it, had been no different from their current situation.

"If that's the case, why don't we take this fight to the source and end this madness once and for all.” She said to Gilgamesh with much determination.

"What else do you think we're doing, Arthuria?” The golden haired man shrugged. “The screeching brute behind me might not have any idea of where he's going, or what he’s doing, but did you really put me in the same category as him? How shameful. The creator of these things, more than likely, is the same mongrel that insulted me - us. Two birds with one stone, though they are not even worthy of a stone touched by a superior being such as me."

"Fine by me. I will take off the witch's head if you're not so obliged. And one other thing..." she looked down to see her feet still suspended in mid-air, then spoke with less ferocity than before, but more annoyance. "...would you mind putting me down?"

She landed on one of the Golden King's Noble Phantasm. It never ceased to amaze her of the contents pulled from the Gate. She always associated the Gate of Babylon with an astronomical collection of weapons. She had no idea that could contain something that resembled a UFO on television. Considering that its from the Gate, however, its origins should ancient, not alien, but like many others in Gilgamesh's seemingly endless collection, Arthuria had failed to recognize it. Compared to Gilgamesh and even Iskander, her own Noble Phantasm were less extravagant and more straight forward. She still preferred her own in every other way. They were simple, efficient and quite capable in defeating foes in any size or shape. It was good enough for her. Although, she did feeling a tiny tinge of jealously of the wonders the gate could achieve.

Her time of admiring the amazing flying disc ended when a pair of flying hounds charged down at them. Arthuria's quick reflexes saw to it that they died before they before they could even lay a claw on her. As the disc started to take off, its circular edge revolved on its own, slicing through any enemy that tried to board it. Anything that made past it, Arthuria would make sure that they meet the same fate as the hounds from before. Gilgamesh, who had been very much at ease on the throne in the middle of the disc, offered her a goblet of wine, probably also came from the gate. Arthuria responded with a disapproving frown and turned away to continue her hacking spree on the invaders.


[TLDR: Arthuria fights off ninjas while reflects on the impractically of their weapons. (Farming tool = Kunai) She's immune to A Rank and below ninjutsu/genjutsu, with the exception of direct damage. Then, Gilgamesh picks her up, told her off, and lets her ride on his UFO. =) ]

[Hiren]

Pledge my devotion? Iskander thought idly to himself as his blade flicked out to take the head of yet another leaping ninja. Was the man dense in the head or something? Why would he, the great King of Conquerors, humiliate himself by bowing to a gold clad yard gnome!? Hell be damned if he would ever submit to the will of that selfish, self proclaimed ruler of everything. The man was not even aware of what it meant to conquer! He did not understand the thrill of making your enemies submit to your rule, of taking lands not of your own not just by force but calculation as well. There was such thrill in leading your armies in a charge that would sweep the land free of all opposition, in playing out the game of war and pitting ones ranks and wits against another. Had Gilgamesh every truly conquered anything he surely would have a better understanding as to why Iskander loved it so.

Those reddish eyes of his were looking back now, distracted from the sea of black clad would be warriors that sought to escape the endless raining of deadly lightning. The gate of Babylon had been opened once more and out emerged an object the likes of which even he had never seen. Truly it was a wonder the kinds of things that bratty little King of Heroes could pull from his Noble Phantasm and as he sat atop that object comfortably within a throne – with a wine glass of all things! – and Arthuria beside him he had on an expression of absolute smugness. As well he should for that strange craft left nothing but corpses in its wake, catching everything beneath it in a violent maelstrom of death that rendered them barely recognizable heaps of diced flesh and stinking guts.

A fireball struck him across the chest suddenly, exploding in a gout of flame that licked at his skin. It brought Iskander’s attention back to the battle at hand and one side of his mouth turned upward slightly in a look of bored amusement. All that spell, if it truly was a spell and not some wild remnant of those pillars of flames that still shot into the sky, had done was dirty his armor a bit. Not even the impact of such a thing had served to rattle the King who road without fear upon his great chariot. The Ninja’s did seem a little better than the pups but even still they could not hope to stand against one of the Eirei, much less three. It seemed they also had other beings to deal with as well for all around them there were the cries of battle and magic being cast. Out of the corner of his eye the great king spotted a variable tsunami of force slicing through the air, no doubt disintegrating the ninjas.

One such black clad figure managed to dodge the lightning and scaled the chariot at last, crouching atop the edge before leaping at the mighty king in what was supposed to be a powerful kick designed to displace him from his perch. With some it may of done just that but at nearly seven feet tall and thick with muscle to boot the King of Conqueror’s was the closest thing to an immovable object for the much smaller, lither warrior whose weapons were all but useless in appearance. That striking foot drove straight into Iskander’s armored chest and stopped dead without so much as making the man budge. Letting the reins fall into the chariot momentarily a large hand seized that ankle, yanked its owner down and nearer to him simply for the satisfaction of bringing the rounded end of Spatha’s handle down to crush his skull. As Gilgamesh was doing at that same moment atop his round craft of death and destruction so too did Alexander’s red eyes flash brilliantly as he took from that useless warrior some prada that would help replenish his own considerable stores.

Casting the corpse away and down amidst the hundreds that had already joined them Iskander looked ahead, noting a thick not of Ninja’s and Hellhounds crouched and ready to launch their assault upon the charging bulls. That number only grew as they approached, too, more and more joining together to heed their master’s orders and dispatch the intruders of Hell. It seemed these were focusing purely on him though and that brought a wide smile to his bearded face. The reins were taken up once more, slapped against those massive bulls flanks.

“Ha! It’s a game of bowling they want, boys! And we’re the ball!” He called aloud, his voice as always sounding like a trumpet and carrying twice as far. With sword held high he charged straight into the growing mob and for all the seriousness of the situation he swore he could hear the sound of pins being struck at a bowling alley as soon as bodies started to fly. Within his mind he pictured ninjas and hounds shaped like bowling pins, the bulls, the chariot, and himself all rolled up into a giant ball that was rolled down the lane and POW, straight into them. It had the man laughing into the heated wind as that sword struck once, twice, over and over to fell his enemies.

Screams of dying rent their as bolts of lightning lit up the dark landscape over and over again, blasting holes clean through the chests of some and completely disintegrating others. Men cried out in agony, hounds yelped their torment, and all the while those raging bulls screamed their fury into the air while their thick necks worked and bucked their heads to and fro, waving those deadly horns about in violent sweeps that wrought blood and pain. Some who were knocked over by the mighty beasts found themselves trampled underneath those great hooves only to be twice tormented for if they did not die on the spot they surely did the moment lightning came from them and struck through them to do so. Iskander let them have their fun, cutting a swath of bloody mayhem himself with that brilliant blade working just as fast as the lightning arched through the air. It was a blur of steel, an untraceable zephyr of razor edge that released fountains of crimson ichor in its wake. Men and Hellhounds alike were beheaded, de-limbed, or sometimes even cut in half for none could ever hope to match the sheer strength of he who had been known as Rider in the Fourth Holy Grail War.

It seemed the sea was endless, the number lost replaced by two more who willingly leapt into action to join their brothers in death. They came from the front, the sides, and even behind with hurled shuriken’s and reaching hands that sought to pry the King from his perch. Those light projectiles could not even pierce the crimson mantle that still draped his muscular figure and what hands that found purchase were soon lost thanks to the fury of Iskander and that sweeping blade. He had not conquered so many peoples in his life by being so easily swayed or hauled from his position. The King of Conquerors was a man who could not be touched or damaged lightly in battle much less grabbed in an attempt to seize him. How many others had lost their hands hoping for just such an accomplishment? They, like those idiotic ninjas, learned of their foolishness quickly.

“Come on ye dashing devils of derring-do! It’ll take more than this to challenge Iskander! Why I once carried , while naked, a woman of equal undress into the fray whilst she was impaled on my spear!” He paused, sinking the tip of his blade into the glowing red eye of a ninja whose hands were waving through the forms of a spell. It was flicked out immediately, taking another such ninja from the air. “A fine fight that was, HO HO, and completed even before I blew! HA HA HA!”

The bulls suddenly broke free of the ranks, running unimpeded across open ground and as more and more projectiles were thrown his way Iskander flicked those reins again, this time calling them to take to the air. Though the nature of the command would seem impossible one had to consider that these were bulls not of mortal origins and so up they went, lightning lancing form their feet with every fall as if they were still striking solid ground. Up into the air and then back down to sweep death upon all those who stood before them…

((tl;dr: Iskander muses about Gilgamesh’s words before the competition began, starts majorly kicking ass, taunts the enemy, and then OMG!!! The chariot can fly!!))

[Wzrdto25]

Round 1 - EVENT #2


Enraged with her army, Vile summons a flood of lava into the forest. Accidentally breaking her seal on the area and releasing those trapped inside her web she now uses her powers to summon fiery spirits and demons to attack those who have defied her. She plans to destroy all of them before they can escape through the cursed portal.


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MOVE: Drowns Forest in Lava
This makes it incredibly hard to maneuver and get back to safe land. By releasing the seal, a portal has opened, in the heart of the flood, where you can escape. Provided you can get there without being attacked by the Ninjas or Hellhounds.

OBJECTIVE CHANGE: Escape the hellfire plateau alive.

[shadowaxel]

as gaara's test ends an explosion destroys the hideout...killing both of the men. an enraged gaara runs outside,& sees a army of about 1000 lava monster's....GAARA:AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...SAND TSUNAMI!!!!!!!!!!!...the sand engulps the small army hole..SAND BLADE STORM!!!!!!!!destroying the army.(gaara passes out)

[Zai]

Itachi looked around as suddenly the dark shield disappear. He felt a powerful wind as he saw a cursed portal open in the heart of the flood of lava that was around. The volcano had errupted, and, as Aang warned, the lava has become a threat to us. Itachi saw lava creatures rise up from the lava, running toward them. Itachi used a jutsu and shot multiple firebolls at them, dispersing the lava and making it land on the ground. "Aang, take to the skies, Naruto, you understand how to walk on water by channeling chakra in your feet, right? Well, you're going to have to use the same technique with this lava, as long as you maintain your chakra with a thick chakra sole at the bottom of your feet you should be fine, now, let's go to that cursed portal, it seems to be the only way out," Itachi said, as he began running, jumping onto the lava and it not hurting him as he channeled chakra in his feet and being able to run on it easily.

"It takes a bit more chakra than walking on water, but it's not much, now, Aang, Naruto, let's go!" Itachi commanded as he continued running on the lava. On the way he saw Gaara's body on the ground, lava going toward Gaara's body. "So that's where he was," Itachi said, as he picked up Gaara's body with his left hand and threw it over his left shoulder, holding it there on his left shoulder with his left hand as he continued running on the lava. A couple of hell hounds jumped toward him but he easily dodged him, the hell hounds going into the lava and burning completely, melting to ash, and then the ash melting to nothing. "Let's go!" Itachi yelled.

[Kaivin|Shadowhart]

[Ma Koku – F/SN: Realta Nua OST - Haga Keita] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N44wZY59Qng)

His opinion of this place had been changing quite quickly, with the conditions being as they were, there was little more that could have happened to make the events more entertaining. A contest fit for a King, the point being elimination of the mongrels that dared to plague his presence with their revolting existence. It displeased him that he had to sully his Treasure with the blood of the filth, but then again, at was not required to exert any effort in this activity. Besides, it’d been a while since he’d had the opportunity to taste the wine created in Uruk, aged enough to call it ancient: His second most favorite kind, Sumerian Crimson. The sweet and bitter bouquet mixed in his mouth as Gilgamesh rotated the golden goblet expertly, making contents swirl, and mixing the wine together with the residue on the bottom. The true taste came in savoring it all, ever drop, and in order to receive the maximum enjoyment, the wine needed to be whole, not separated into top and bottom, as it would have been had he allowed it to settle.

The view he’d had, despite the excess of black and crimson tones, had been magnificent after all; Watching Saber clear the Throne of the mongrels that sought to cover it in their vileness, it had been akin to those days in Uruk, watching the dancers at yet another banquet out of the truly infinite row he’d been through. Of course, comparing the woman before him to a mere dancer was heresy, even for one such as him: such elegance and grace deserved greater praise then some mere slave wench who could have been replaced easier then it was for the King of Heroes to snap his fingers. No, the woman before him was truly unique, as different from those he’d laid eyes on before as he differed from the common mongrels.

It was well that the incomprehensible feeling he’d felt for ten years back then had vanished, on the very day her blade pierced him. Then again… He still could not understand it, and that made him feel uneasy, the very emotion infuriating. For him, the King of Kings, to not comprehend something, it was a concept more ridiculous then a mongrel rising to the throne. Lazily materializing a random blade in front of himself, he impaled a ninja who’d somehow managed to get through Saber’s hurricane offensive, the force of the impact tossing the dead abomination to the edge of the disc where it had been dissected into thin strips, the weapon vanishing in a barely seen flash of particles. Without so much as slowing his train of thought, Gilgamesh half-shut his eyes, recalling the events of the days long past, taking himself back to the end of the Fourth Heaven’s Feel.

The Fourth Holy Grail War…

The wretched time during which he’d had to obey that boring man, Tohsaka Tokiomi, and tolerate the antics of Alexender while stopping himself from killing his supposed ‘ally’, Hassan-i-Sabbath, who’d back then belonged to the fake priest. There’d been a fair share of mad dogs as well, Caster and Berserker filling the niche quite well… It was quite a satisfying memory, recalling their deaths, especially Berserker, who dared assault him, and even more so, Arthuria, and lay hands on his Noble Phantasms. The mere reminiscence of that filth proved infuriating, as Gilgamesh’s fingers easily crushed the golden goblet in his hands, turning it into no more than a piece of pretty trash. Yet the crimson eyed man had not even realized what he’d done, nor seen the wine spilling of his hand, too engrossed in that memory. The ONLY time anyone ever stood up to the Gate of Babylon.

The final clash in that war… the time when he and the woman now fighting at his side had crossed blades amidst that sea of flames that had enveloped Fuyuki City. That fight destroyed half the city, not that Gilgamesh much cared for it, having destroyed his own kingdom when it rebelled against him. The casualties worried him even less, the mundane mongrels simply fuel for the war machine; every true mage had a similar opinion. He could not recall much of that night, nor how he was defeated and survived: his opponent, after all, had been the King of Knights. Mercy on a fallen opponent was unsightly and dishonorable. How did he survive? By now, Gilgamesh had decided that that…mage, Kiritsugu, had called Arthuria to himself with a Command Seal, effectively teleporting her to him.

And in that moment, the mud inside the Holy Grail had sprayed in all directions, showering the King of Heroes and granting him a human body. It was only later when he found out why he’d felt so wrong about that substance, that filth he was baptized with. The contents of the True Grail are colorless, neither good, nor evil, and able to grant any wish to the last remaining Master and Servant. The Black Grail that formed, however, could only give destruction, being possessed by the vengeful spirit of Angra Mainyu. In order to corrupt him, at least three times as much of that mud was required, but to taint a human body, not the soul within it, that was easy enough for the devil of that ancient religion. Perhaps it was from this, then, that his insane obsession with the woman before him begun. As the tainted shell was cut away, the uncorrupted soul of the Eirei had remained to deliver a farewell. He briefly pondered how would things have gone should he not have been so different from his usual self back then. How would that Fifth War ended?

[Mighty Wind – F/SN: Realta Nua OST – Haga Keita] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji03z81ebyg )

Rudely interrupting his reminiscence had been a feeling intense heat, and, inexpressively seeing the rushing wave of lava, Gilgamesh simply shut one eye, mentally ordering the Throne of the Nephilim to raise altitude enough to survey the raging sea of flame beneath, observing with a bored expression as the ninjas and dogs alike burned away, surrendering to the wrath of the waves. Finally noticing the wrecked goblet, he tossed it aside irritably, the ruined object dematerializing before it hit the disc’s surface. Then, he raised his gaze, and the spectacle of Saber cutting down the last assassin in a shower of blood seemed to cheer him up, as the armored palms met several times: the King of Heroes was applauding the woman.

“Excellent show, woman. A more entertaining sight I’ve not seen since the last time we’d fought – nay, perhaps this has been ever more so.”

Truly, it was so. Fighting her was one thing, but watching her like this was quite another level of fine entertainment. Excitement and enjoyment. That’s what being King was all about. Waving his left hand in a relaxed, careless manner, he shut the Gate, knowing it was pointless to pepper the Lava with his Phantasms when whoever made the flood had so nicely removed the garbage out of his sight. Perhaps they were finally acknowledging his superiority, and attempting to surrender to himself, hoping for mercy? It was only natural… But granting it was out of the question. Insolence needed to be punished. Opening his eyes fully once more, he noticed a large crowd of specks on the horizon, and beyond them a blazing object that reminded him of the Portal to Angra Mainyu. Excited at the opportunity to kill the devil, if there was anything similar here and the view was any hint to it, he focused his gaze on the specks, zooming in on them: as an Archer, though he hated to be called that, Gilgamesh’s sight could have been adjusted to akin a pair of binoculars. Counting pavestones halfway across the city from a high spot was effortless, not that he would ever engage in such pointless activities.

“Well, well. It looks like swine do fly, in Hell.” Only smirked the crimson eyed man, his phrase addressed to the golden haired woman: “The idiot’s chariot can fly, no need to worry about him. We’ve got some flying garbage incoming. Pity. No matter how much trash there is…” The ripples formed behind the seated King, as the first shrieking, flaming shapes of Fire Spirits began to reach him, snapping at the very air, clawing at it in an attempt to get to the golden figure casually, almost lazily seated upon the throne. The demons this time were a level above the ninja or the dogs, and yet still, not nearly enough to measure up to three Eirei determined to drive this plane’s native inhabitants into extinction from which there would be no return. What good were all the claws, wings, and fire of the world, standing against the Holy Blade of the Lake, Excalibur, and the legendary Gate of Babylon?

“…It is only trash, after all.”

Snap

The air screamed as thousands of weapons flew, not simply impaling but shredding the demons and spirits alike. The air had been full of howls of the dying abominations which, even in their latest moments, sought to damage their sneering target, which once more had the odd scythe in hand, a strange ring in another, though remained seated, displaying an utter lack of acknowledgement for the foes before him. Through the raging storm of steel, one lone demon, half-disemboweled, intestines hanging out, one arm ripped off, three of the seven fingers on one missing, both feet missing, barely upholding itself by its torn wings, dashed for the hateful figure upon the throne, breathing out flames enough to melt titanium, and bathing the laughing figure of the king before it in them. Out of the flame cloud, the scythe flew out, noisily making its way through the massive ribcage, then tossing the thing to the ground, as the weapon evaporated, the demon coughing up the last of its life.

A golden boot stomped on what remained of its face, twisting to deliver the maximum punishment; but by now, all the demon could utter was unrecognizable noises akin to choking. The King of Heroes towered over the fallen form, looking down upon it with disgust, brandishing a simple silver ring with a jade gem grasped in a claw. The Ring of Nibelung, said to make its owner immune to flames, which Siegfried had used to rescue Brunhilde the Fallen Valkyrie from the tower her Father Odin had imprisoned her in. Arrogant, cold crimson eyes met a slowly deadening, hateful gaze, and suddenly, Gilgamesh’s face split in a cruel smile, as he crushed the thing’s skull, the light once more flaring in his eyes, signaling he’d taken the thing’s soul – and prana.

“Disgusting. Dirt should stay UNDER my boots.”

Shaking his head in contempt, he slipped the ring on his index finger, and, removing a scimitar-looking blade from a nearby ripple – the blade of Rostam, the Persian demon-slayer – he turned to Arthuria with a disappointed face, ignoring the shrieks of dying demons continuing to stupidly attack from one direction, flying directly into the torrent of death: a C-Rank Gate of Babylon was infinitely more dangerous than a D rank he used on the ninjas. “Aah, they made me rise. How shameful, for a King to stand in the presence of such mongrels. Woman…” He turned his gaze to the portal, tearing it away from the alluring figure of the King of Knights: “I plan to pass through that portal. It reminds me of… That thing, at the end of the Fourth War. Chances are, the queen bitch is there.”

[[TL;DR: Gilgamesh reminisces about the good ol’ days, kills some more ninjas and dogs, then compliments Arthuria for the fighting, and rises the altitude of the Throne of the Nephilim. Then observed the demons and portal, decides to kick the devil’s ass, and unleashes the Rank C Gate of Babylon. Uses 2 Noble Phantasms to roflstomp and eat a demon, then tells his plan to Arthuria in his usual manner]]

[Xuan]

"Oh, so you know how to speak human language! Good to see you!" Ueki immediately grabbed the person's right hand and shake it vigorously. After all, it was his first human contact ever since all these strange things happen.

Mori Ai.Ai.

The pain struck a mighty blow once again as he staggered backwards as if stabbed in the heart, "GU-GUARGH!!!" Strong tides of memories threatened to break the barrier of his mind into pieces as they surged strongly to his reality and... they were gone. All that's left was that name... A name he knew he can never forget. Not anymore. He winced another as something squirmed unexpectedly into his mind:

"Don't forget me! This way, I can leave without worrying."

"Ow! What's that for??"

"Go already you idiot!"

Whoosh.

Ueki slowly rocked himself back to normal and wondered outloud, "What... was that? Who is that... girl?"

He turned his head around to see more assassins attacking their way. With a hint of anger and frustation he charged into the midst of swords, shuriken, and daggers before scooping up Peter like a fair lady. Not.

"Hold on tight! We're getting out of here! Raika!" With Peter on his back he zoomed away like the wind.

The smoke continue to rise. Three more minutes before the effects of the deadly fumes starts to take over their movements, judgements, and ultimately their lives.

[Yellow Flash]

"Oh, so you know how to speak human language! Good to see you!" Ueki immediately grabbed the person's right hand and shake it vigorously. After all, it was his first human contact ever since all these strange things happen.

Mori Ai.Ai.

The pain struck a mighty blow once again as he staggered backwards as if stabbed in the heart, "GU-GUARGH!!!" Strong tides of memories threatened to break the barrier of his mind into pieces as they surged strongly to his reality and... they were gone. All that's left was that name... A name he knew he can never forget. Not anymore. He winced another as something squirmed unexpectedly into his mind:

"Don't forget me! This way, I can leave without worrying."

"Ow! What's that for??"

"Go already you idiot!"

Whoosh.

Ueki slowly rocked himself back to normal and wondered outloud, "What... was that? Who is that... girl?"

He turned his head around to see more assassins attacking their way. With a hint of anger and frustation he charged into the midst of swords, shuriken, and daggers before scooping up Peter like a fair lady. Not.

"Hold on tight! We're getting out of here! Raika!" With Peter on his back he zoomed away like the wind.

The smoke continue to rise. Three more minutes before the effects of the deadly fumes starts to take over their movements, judgements, and ultimately their lives.


Peter swung his dagger around, dodging another attack that almost hit him in the head. “Hey this is kinda of fun!” He yelled back to his team mate, as he brought his dagger around into the stomach of one of the ninja’s, however it seemed he spoke to soon, as one of the ninja’s shadow stepped behind him and brought the hilt of it’s sword down onto Peter’s head, effectively knocking him out. “Oh damn….” Peter murmured as he sunk into the world of darkness.

Peter slowly woke up, as he realized he was on the back of the boy that he had meet only moments before. “Damn it!” He swore out loud as he knew that he had been knocked out by one of the ninja’s only seconds before. “Thanks” He muttered out loud as he got of Ueki’s back and took a look around. However before he could see anything that could tell him where they were, a giant rumbling came from nowhere accompanied by a giant scream of laughter. [ That doesn’t sound good… He murmured as he started looking for the source of the rumbling. His searching was finally awarded as out of the ground a few metres away, the ground burst apart sending flames and lava everywhere. That’s ok…. Peter sighed in relief, until the lava started building up and running everywhere over the forest they had found themselves in. “Oh no….this is bad!” Peter muttered to Ueki, as fire spirits and demons rose up out of the ground and started to charge towards them.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Peter yelled as an image of a door floating in the middle of the lava field appeared to him in his mind. “…and get to the portal….” He finished as one of the fire spirits sent a spinning ball, of fiery hell at him. “Dang!” Peter said out loud, as he sent one of his own fire balls to intercept the hell ball. “Come on!” He yelled to Ueki, as he watched the fiery explosion in the air, and the lava slowly creeping up to where they were standing. ‘If we can get higher, I can find the door and fly to it!” He shouted back to Ueki, as he started heading towards higher ground.

[bofosho]

Upon leaving the Forest, Gordon turned around to see the forest get completely flooded in Lava, destroying every tree in the place. Gordon stood there, speechless, amazed that he escaped the forest when he did. "Well, there goes the only living fauna in this entire world..." Gordon thought to himself." Trouble did tend to follow in Gordon's wake, so it was something he was sort of used to.

Gordon saw an all-too-familiar sight form, deep within the fiery stew of molten rock... "It looks like a time-space rupture!" He thought to himself. "And if my experience serves me well, it should lead me away. Far away." Gordon couldn't care less if it spit him out on the Combine overworld as long as it was away from here. Gordon fearlessly leaped onto a boulder protruding out of the inferno.

[//HEVM5\\WARNING.05\\]
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Gordon felt the relief as the suit began to work its magic. A magic that Gordon called, "Science." Gordon saw a fallen tree making a sort of bridge between his boulder, and another, slightly taller, boulder. Gordon began to run across the bridge, but then it snapped beneath his feet, and began to sink! Gordon began to get that feeling you get when you are in real danger.

He climbed up the slanted log as fast as he possibly could; as it began to burn in the flaming soup. He accidentally ran directly through a stream of fire.

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It was nothing Gordon hadn't felt before. Ever since the Black Mesa incedent, pain became rather... obsolete. "Alright." Gordon thought to himself as he looked at the rupture from the second boulder, "Just 500 more feet until I'm there."

[Rex]

Naruto ran through the dark burning forest. damn it....I got separated from the others. Naruto continued to ran thought the forest. Each tree looked the same. He could feel that the ground was unstable. "Have to get the hell out of here...but I have to find the others first.....damn it Kakashi....you couldn't have shown me the way to summon those dogs" Naruto said as he jumped from Tree to tree avoiding being seen. "This is getting worse and worse every second...hell ninjas and hell hounds...what's next...some dude who can absorb other people and make weapons out of his arms" Naruto said as he stopped on a tree branch

"Damn it Itachi.....where the hell did you go" Naruto said as he looked at the ground as ninjas and Hell hounds ran around looking from him. I thought these things where smart....turns out they're just stupid.

[ZombiGirl]

Tentatively, Amaterasu trotted along her island of rock, as the sea of lava hissed and spat ever more viciously around her. A demon Princess... But that was all. The goddess whined in frustration. All that could be done for now was to get out of this hell. Warily, she eyed the molten rock. Did she still posses the Fire Tablet?...

Before she could remember, Amaterasu felt a sudden shock of a dark presence, a cacophony of blood curdling howls, and a huge black beast crashing into her side, sending her flying into the lava. Numb with shock, she splashed helplessly into the deadly stew, but before the heat could even singe her fur, the Fire Tablet beamed into action, creating a barrier around her pure form.

Realising she was still alive, Amaterasu shock her head violently as she paddled in the now harmless lake. A pack of hellish dogs, even bigger than herself, with rabid, crazed eyes and bloodstained fangs growled at her from atop the rock. With the celestial brush, Amaterasu summoned a gust of divine wind, that sent the demon dogs sprawling and yelping in confusion.

She swiftly jumped back onto the shelf, baring her own teeth and ready for battle. The closest hound had regained itself, and lunged at her, snarling intensely. Luckily, Amaterasu quickly Fleetfooted out of it’s way, and retaliated by fired a Tundra Bead into it’s jaw. The beast helped from the impact, though the ice that sheathed it’s fangs melted away almost instantly. Amaterasu took this opportunity to land a fierce blow on it with Solar Flare, knocking the foul beast back to the floor.

However, it’s cursed companions were back on their feet, and steeling themselves to attack too. Amaterasu knew she was outnumbered, so be she slowly backed to the edge of the rock, and cast a Mist on the pack before leaping into the lava, and frantically doggy-paddling to another island. Behind her, the purple mist she had drawn had engulfed the Hell Hounds, slowing their movements incredibly, as if time itself had stopped for them.

However, the spell was only temporary, and Amaterasu was not the swimmingly at all strongly through the harmless though grungy Lava. Yet, luckily, another crust of earth was drifting in her direction, so she scrambled ever faster, and leapt from the boiling goo onto this larger island, which was dotted with a pitiful forest of grim, thorny trees.

Panting slightly, Amaterasu inwardly moaned when she felt another dark presence closing in on her. She looked ahead, and was not surprised to see a figure standing but feet away from her, than had not been there are moment ago. It was some shadow of a human, wearing a pitch black uniform that was not dissimilar of the ninjas she had encountered in her travels. The only part of it’s body which was visible was two cold, manic eyes, staring down at her, chillingly similar to those that the dogs owned. In that case, it was just as dangerous.

She stared down her silent opponent, waiting for it to make a move that she could counter. To her horror, she could feel warm magma rising on the plate, and pooling around her snowy paws, and over the twisted roots of the trees.

This was not good.

[SephirothTheDoomDestroyer]

Faith had no time for any greetings due to the ground which now crumbled away at her feet revealing a swealtering core of lava. Before the last chunk of earth fell away at her feet Faith managed to jump high into the air and grab onto a strange vine-like branch above her head. She managed to swing herself around and over to stand on the branch. She jumped forward, from branch to branch chasing after Peter and Ueki. "Don't think I won't be able to keep up just because I don't have any magical powers like you guys!" she stated keeping an easy pace with the others.

[True Light]

When he goes out of the forest, Byakuya sees that lava is going towards him. Whole forest was in fire and lava was everywhere. Byakuya jumped on the one of the pillars. He was jumping on the pillars as he was going further to dogde the lava.

[Dano The Mano]

Aang hopped on his glider and flew through the air as he tried to stay close to Itachi and Naruto so he wont lose him.Aang saw a few hellhounds up ahead so he sent a few airballs at them and the hellhounds didnt see them so they got hit into the lava.As Aang went through the forest he saw it got thicker as he went so he had to fly higher to not get caught in the trees.Pretty soon he lost sight of Itachi and Naruto, he tried to spot them but he couldn't see them.Aang decided he would just wait for them at the other side of the forest so he started going faster.
As Aang gained speed he felt something grab his food and he started slowing down.Aang looked down and he saw a hellninja holding onto his foot, the hell ninja started climbing up his leg.Aang tried to shake him off but it held on tight, Aang bended wind as hard as he could at the hell ninja but i didn't fall off.The hell ninja was holding on to Aang's waste with one arm and with the other arm he pulled out a knife.They were getting closer to the ground every second so Aang shot fire right in the hell ninjas face and he let go of Aang's leg and fell towards the ground."Ha ha take that ninja from hell!" shouted Aang as he flew higher into the sky.

Aang kept flying through the air headed towards the other side of the forest when he heard a bunch of howls."Oh no!It sounds a like large pack of hellhounds, a very large pack!I better find Itachi and Naruto quick!" said Aang and he started flying even faster.

[HappyHeartless]

As the lifeless body of the assassin fell to the ground like a puppet that just lost it strings, Alexstrasza immediately sensed the presence of other dark minds hiding in the shadows. A few blades were drawn and multiple snarls escaped the lips of unseen demons.
“Show yourselves you beings of darkness, and I will make your deaths swift.”
She speaks with determination and certainty. Judging from the sounds they are too many for her to handle in her humanoid form, so Alexstrasza fears she might have to reveal her true self. As she readies herself for the coming attack, shapes starts forming in the shadows. Hell hounds creep eagerly towards the dragonqueen, and ninja’s starts flaunting their weapons as they stroll towards her.
They are many.

This was the calm before the great storm.
It was as if the world stood still. The nearby flames froze and stopped eating at the dying forest; the crumbling earth grew stiff and cold. The hell hounds stopped their sniffing and held their breath; the ninjas stood still, just staring at Alexstrasza. Above them the barrier shone through the thick smoke, and the reflected lights from the flames cast a red veil over the entire scene, as if everything was burning. One of the ninjas raised his arm and pointed his blade towards Alexstrasza, and opened his mouth to speak…
Then the storm came.

It was as if all the noise trapped within Vile’s net was amplified, and for a moment Alexstrasza could hear everything. Swords clashing, an explosion, screams, roars… She was not alone in here, and she was not the only one fighting the demons. A crash echoed outwards, like a dam being broken and immense heat radiated out from behind the hell hounds and assassins that was confronting Alexstrasza. The barrier high above and far behind her disappeared, and a sinister sound came from the source of the heat, like overgrown insects buzzing through their everyday life. Something was coming.

Apart from the heat and the demons, Alexstrasza could feel something else that hadn’t been there before. The cluster of energy and magic was unmistakable, it was a portal. It didn’t emit the same type of power as the Dark Portal to Outland, and it didn’t have the eerie feel of the portals to the Emerald Dream, but it was a portal, no doubt about it. Alexstrasza knew now where she had to go, and she could see what she had to get though to get there.

The hell hounds and the assassins turned their backs to the dragonqueen as they felt the heat coming closer and as the source of the buzzing sound started approaching. As a bright, red light violently penetrated the slowly dissipating smoke one of the assassins yelled with all his might
“RUN!”

But for most of them, it was too late. As the wave of lava came crushing upon them most were devoured before they could even react, but a few were able to escape a certain doom using various jutsu. Alexstrasza gathered strength to her feet, and leapt into the air. The wave of molten magma rushed beneath her, and looking down she could spot several large rocks still intact, floating down the destructive and all-consuming river. She cast a protective spell, forming an arcane shield around one of the larger rocks, and then landed gracefully upon it. A second later she could see the source of the buzzing sound.
Throngs of demons and spirits were spreading across the plateau, either surfing on rocks like Alexstrasza, or flying in the air, out of harm’s way. Some were big, some were small, and most of them were vicious. They quickly spotted her, and with screams they alerted everyone of her presence.
”Not good…

The few ninjas that had survived the initial shock of the wave had now recovered, and were coming for Alexstrasza terrifyingly fast, leaping from rock to rock. The dragonqueen immediately fired a flurry of fireballs and blasts of arcane energy towards the various creatures, trying to hold them at bay while she could plot out her next move. A few of them hit their targets; a lot of them did not. The first demon reached her shielded rock, but did not stay for long. In the blink of an eye Alexstrasza had spun around and sent the demon flying into the lava with a heavy kick to its head, and as the smell of burning flesh started spreading more and more demons closed in on her improvised vessel. Alexstrasza tried to think of every possibility, but as the river of lava forced her farther and farther away from the portal she knew she only had one choice left.

Closing her eyes she kneeled, and with a smile she started to change.
At first the demons laughed, thinking she had given up. When her body grew and her skin turned to red scales, their laughter turned to screams. The rock she had shielded crumbled underneath her weight, and although lava started lashing her body she could barely feel it. When the transformation was complete a tremendous sight hovered a few feet above the lava…
Alexstrasza the dragonqueen in her full glory.

As one of the largest dragons in Azeroth, her size was something to behold. Most of the demons were smaller than either of her front paws, and her claws looked as if they could sever heads from their bodies with ease. Her entire back was covered in near impenetrable red scales, and her stomach, chest and throat was covered in thick, bright hide. Two large horns colored in blue and gold crowned the top of her head and a pair of wings were attached to her back, stretching out farther than she was long as they moved up and down to keep her in the air. Her tail was covered in large spikes, and the gaping maw beneath her two glowing eyes was open, releasing a terrifying roar.

Despite her looks, Alexstrasza is a kind being, and for bringing out the worst in her she hates the demons. As her roar ends and her thoughts gather, she thrusts forward in the air with great speed. More demons start chasing her, but she can already tell they’re too late. Their attacks simply bounce off her back, and in the chaos the demons don’t have the time to regroup. She flies higher as she spots the portal, then turns around mid-air and releases a stream of fire towards her enemies. Those hit are disintegrated by fires so hot they burn blue, and even those who find themselves merely close to the flames are stunned by the immense heat and bright flash of light. She turns her head downwards and starts closing in on the portal, and merely a few feet away she transforms back into her humanoid form.

The demons scream as they watch the dragonqueen escape their wrath, but even with all their anger there is nothing they can do, Alexstrasza is inside the portal, and for now she is outside their reach.

[Zai]

"Dammit, there's only one choice," Itachi activated his magnekyo sharingan, his eyes taking the form of a regular sharingan, with red pupils and three tomes around the center, except more detailed tomes. Itachi quickly made some hand signs and then found an area of ground that hasn't been touched by lava yet and finished making hand seals and then summoned it on the ground. Suddenly, it happened. There it stood, the huge mighty ethereal warrior, Susanoo. Itachi jumped to the top of Susanoo's head as he got a view of Aang and Naruto nearby. "AANG, GET TO THE CURSED PORTAL AS FAST AS YOU CAN, AND DON'T LOOK BACK, REMEMBER, I'M RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" Itachi yelled, as Susanoo hit his mighty sword on the lava. The force of the sword made the lava and air rise into something devastating. The devastating lava and air went right at the hell ninjas and hell hounds chasing Aang, and killed them instantly.

Itachi then continued maneuvering through the lava while on the Susanoo's head, focusing chakra into the Susanoo's feet so he doesn't get burnt too much. Susanoo kept going, even faster now, as they started approaching a figure ahead. Itachi saw the figure was Naruto, and lava monsters were started to surround him, preventing him from going to the next tree. Itachi ran toward Aang and made several hand seals. He then used his Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique and had a fireball right in front of himself the whole time as he maneuvered around the tree, careful to not hurt Naruto and to disperse the lava so it doesn't hurt Naruto. Once the lava was dispersed and the lava monsters were destroyed, Itachi looked around, doing a quick check, and then looked at Naruto. "Naruto, get on, NOW!" Itachi yelled. "NOW!" he yelled again, as a lava monster jumped at him and he used his fireball technique to disperse the lava.

[Number13Roxas]

Pikachu scanned his surroundings, he seemed to be in a sort of forest, however the entire place seemed as though it were burning. He knew he had three teammates, he had been told that at the start of the challenge, and he had to find them. Mental pictures of them had been placed in his head, so he knew who he had to look for. The problem was where to find them. The forest was hopelessly confusing as everywhere looked the same. He had been wandering around aimlessly for some time with no signs of life anywhere in the area, not even the trees seemed entirely alive. Suddenly he heard a rustle in the trees. He looked up in panic but saw nothing. He began to walk slowly forward again as he heard movement for the second time. Now he was truly frightened, he stayed still for several minutes before he stepped forward once again. As soon as he did this something jumped out from the trees above him and lunged down towards him. "What The-! He uttered before only just avoiding the missile of a figure which landed on the ground beside him. As it hit the dirt the figure withdrew a long broad sword and aimed a precise slash towards Pikachu. Caught off guard, Pikachu was only just able to jump out of the way of the deathly blade. It continued to unleash a flurry of attacks only Pikachu's heightened animal instincts were able to dodge. His foe was too much for him however, and the attacker was finally able to land a slash on Pikachu's front leg, resulting in a large, bloody gash. He collapsed to the floor as the assailant raised it sword for the final blow. With it's blade in the air, the attacker left it's body wide open. Pikachu took advantage of this and let out an electric discharge which knocked the figure back into a tree, rendering it unconscious. As quick as he defeated his first figure however, two more appeared behind him having come from the treetops above him. "I can't take two!" Pikachu told himself as he decided to attempt to outrun the pair of assailants. He charged forward as the attackers followed in pursuit. They were quickly gaining on him, as Pikachu's leg injury greatly slowed him down. "Volt Tackle!" He cried as he shot forward in an electric blast. He ran non-stop for at least ten minutes until he stopped suddenly. For in front of him, was nothing less than a tsunami of lava coming straight his way. He turned around in panic and charged forward in volt tacle once again as the lava began to devour everything in it's way. As he was running, Pikachu spotted the ninjas, for he now realized what they were, with blades raised coming toward him. The ninjas and Pikachu were nearly in contact with each other when Pikachu made a great leap and bounded over them. The ninjas made no effort to stop him as they now saw the wall of lava coming their way. Now Pikachu was running as fast as he could, with the two ninjas behind him, now with a new priority. Pikachu noticed the ninjas were slowly gaining on him, until they managed to catch up to him and go even further than him. Pikachu realized with horror that he was slowing down due to exhaustion and the searing pain in his leg. He looked forward and saw an array of mountains up ahead. He used the last of his strength to run up to them and to climb up a small cliff to reach the top. He stayed conscious long enough to see the lava move forward destroying the forest, however missing Pikachu who was safe above the rocks. With the knowledge that he was safe for the time being, Pikachu collapsed.

[Sora-Keyblade]

"Ugh...Rick...Hell...pine trees..." Falcon gave some non-sense babble during his sleep, while sucked in to a world full of inner thoughts interacting with him at the same time. "Wheeler....raptor boost...death...must..wake up." When everything stopped, his self-consciousness drawed in, giving him back the ability to think and reason. As soon as he got up, he wondered what hit him, but that didn't stop him from exploring the cave. "Ugh..I must've been so tired, I slept. I would've been killed if I woke up an hour later." he said in a low whisper. Falcon started looking for resources helpful for fire-making, hoping that he'd find a way to make this dark room bright. "Rocks, wooden sticks, and a little bit of effort." For had there been trees in the cave, he wouldn't have had forced himself to go outside.

As soon as he got out, he heard screams and terrors, off of Hell's nature he supposed. Hesitation would've proved him weak, but that's what made him pull himself together. He stopped when a recurring place was standing in front of his ground, "The pine trees." he uttered, with a short-lived beam on his face. Hell seemed like a never-ending night, and so was Falcon's courage, as he took his steps to the pines, fetching what he needed. "Finally, wooden sticks." He said. "All I have to do is go back. Hope nothing goes wrong." But how unfortunate for Falcon, for as soon as he turned around, trouble came.

A number of assassins came to show themselves, ready to put Falcon out of conscious.

Falcon knew that he'd get knocked down only because he was outnumbered, and he wouldn't have a chance to survive afterwards. Pressure had been pressing on Falcon as he stepped back, till he saw the volcano's eruption, only making it worse. "I'm screwed. Run, run, RUN." Falcon knew that running would be useless, for there's no exit door that he knows of, but at least it would give him time to think of the assassins. The extreme heat of the atmosphere he was in increased the sweat, making his suit a yet another obstacle hindering his survival. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours, for his life is flashing right in front of his eyes. His thoughts seemed like a giant ocean of regret and sorrow, each issuing a movie behind its story.

Snap, back to reality.

These volcanoes seemed like nothing Falcon would see in the media back in his home, for the lava erupted quite strangely, forming a huge wave of the flood that would not drown, but melt. Suddenly, he could see the door to an another dimension, which shined bright light of hope on Falcon's face, for there is an exit, but it's in the heart of the flood. Provided that he'd dodge the assassin's sudden attacks, may he see the light ever again. It was a life or death situation.

Falcon didn't stop running, nonetheless.

[Dano The Mano]

Aang heard Itachi yelling at him and he listened to what he was saying."I guess I better head to the cursed portal." said Aang "I gotta get there fast.The lava rises every second." Aang took a deep breath and then shot himself foward as fast as he could on his glider.Aang just kept heading straight and hoped that he was close to the cursed portal.Pretty soon the lava had destroyed most of the forest and there was barely any ground left."I guess all the hellhounds and hell ninjas are gone cause there's no more ground for them to stand on." said Aang "Its all gonna be smooth sailing from here." Aang heard a loud bubbling noise so he looked down at the lava and he saw something rising.

"I spoke too soon." said Aang as he stared at what was coming out of the lava.
It was a big, black, monster that looked like rocks, it had arms and legs just like a human."Lava monster!" shouted Aang and then the monster started throwing flaming rocks at Aang.Aang kept dodging the rocks but he didn't think he could keep it up forever."Hey I bet its made out of earth!If it is I can earth bend it!" said Aang and then he tried earthbending it.He earbended a piece of the monsters arm off into the air."Ha ha your going down now!" said Aang, he sent the piece of the monsters arm through its head and the monster fell over and sunk in the lava."That was really easy." said Aang and then he saw the monster start rising out of the lava.
It had a big rock in its good arm and it chucked it at Aang.Aang was barely able to bend the rock out of the way in time so it missed him bye inches.Aang tried earthbending the monsters leg off but it was extremely hard.Aang knew he was getting weaker from so much bending so he stopped and just dodged the monster attacks for a few.Aang thought he could slow it down if he took out one of its legs so he bended the monsters hand off and sent it at the monsters leg.
The rock hit the lava monsters leg and he lost balance and fell towards the ground."That should slow him down." said Aang and then he looked ahead in front of him.Aang was headed to a giant, purple, and green colored orb, it looked like it was shooting lightning out of it.
"That must be the cursed portal!" shouted Aang in excitement "I hope Itachi and Naruto make it." said Aang as he got closer the lightning from the portal started touching him but it didn't hurt.Pretty soon Aang was only a few feet away from the portal and there was lightning everywhere going to him.Aang hit the purple and green orb and everything went bright, Aang couldn't see anything and then he saw a blue sky."Im back!" said Aang

[power]

Upon leaving the Forest, Gordon turned around to see the forest get completely flooded in Lava, destroying every tree in the place. Gordon stood there, speechless, amazed that he escaped the forest when he did. "Well, there goes the only living fauna in this entire world..." Gordon thought to himself." Trouble did tend to follow in Gordon's wake, so it was something he was sort of used to.

Gordon saw an all-too-familiar sight form, deep within the fiery stew of molten rock... "It looks like a time-space rupture!" He thought to himself. "And if my experience serves me well, it should lead me away. Far away." Gordon couldn't care less if it spit him out on the Combine overworld as long as it was away from here. Gordon fearlessly leaped onto a boulder protruding out of the inferno.

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Gordon felt the relief as the suit began to work its magic. A magic that Gordon called, "Science." Gordon saw a fallen tree making a sort of bridge between his boulder, and another, slightly taller, boulder. Gordon began to run across the bridge, but then it snapped beneath his feet, and began to sink! Gordon began to get that feeling you get when you are in real danger.

He climbed up the slanted log as fast as he possibly could; as it began to burn in the flaming soup. He accidentally ran directly through a stream of fire.

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It was nothing Gordon hadn't felt before. Ever since the Black Mesa incedent, pain became rather... obsolete. "Alright." Gordon thought to himself as he looked at the rupture from the second boulder, "Just 500 more feet until I'm there."

"Are you planning on going without your team mates?" yelled Roxas to Gordon " This place is getting more crowed every second, persons, hellhounds and ninjas" as he said that a hellhound attacked him from behind, he rolled to the left close falling in the magma and killed it with a keyblade swing in the neck.

As he looked around he noticied that the portal was at least 2500 feets from the point he was and gordon was around 500 feets from the portal.

" this is going to be hard, hopefully I may also have a way to enter the portal. Light! Give me your power one more time." as he said that the zone around him lost it's light becoming darky, with that he started walking in the magma " good it works just fine... the problem is : can i keep this light concentration enough time?" Roxas hadn't ended sayng that when a ninja attacked him with a shurican, Roxas jumped dodging it in the last second and trowed his right keyblade hitting the ninja, making it to fall in the magma.

He walked some more and noticed that around five hellhounds were coming close to him " hum... I understand they don't burn in the magma like the ninjas they walk on it like me... this is going to be taught if I use too much light I'm going to die burned and it's still 1500 feats to the portal..." as Roxas said that he summoned his right keyblade again, throwing three light pillars to the hellhounds, but two of them dodged being the other killed.

“This won’t do it… I’ve close to no light left and I can’t concentrate light in the magma because I would burn to death…” said Roxas looking around as the two hellhounds were getting closer “ Ah! There’s a way!” as Roxas said that he jumped and used the remaining light to dash himself to one of the hellhounds backs, after that he returned to normal, and reconcentrated light one last time “ I hope that I can still do it…” after that he stabbed the two hellhounds in simultaneity and kept going.

After a while he looked around and saw a big yellow rat in the top of a cliff that appeared that wouldn’t be reached by the magma, but was already surrounded by it “ it’s a pity but there’s no way that I can save him… I’m already too close to the portal and I can’t concentrate any more light… at least for now...”

With this he was only at 500 feats from Gordon and so 1000 feats from the portal, it appeared that the two were going to do it on time.

[bofosho]

Out of the corner of his eye, Gordon saw his teammate begin to walk across the inferno with some kind of... light, or... voodoo magic. Gordon had no time to ponder on the scientific explanation, however, because he had to escape. Two hell hounds waded through the thick lava, right towards his position. What looked like a fireball with two big, burning eyes rose up from the magma, and began shooting fire out of it's eyes at him.

"Judging by the exact nature of the fireball, it should be highly explosive. It looks small enough to pick up with the Gravity Gun... so..." Gordon thought to himself.
Gordon quickly whipped out the Zero point energy field manipulator, and caught the fire spirit in it. Gordon aimed at the two two drooling hounds, teeth bared, growling at him, and gave the spirit a jolt. The spirit made a beeline for the beasts, and exploded right on contact.

"Now if I did the math right..." Gordon thought to himself.

The corpses of the hounds landed one in front of the other, making a bridge to the next, and final boulder, where the portal rested on. "Math, you have saved my ass yet again!" He thought with a smile. Gordon sprinted across the makeshift corpse-bridge (Which was starting to burn) anxious and determined to get to the rupture. Gordon made it to the charred, blackened boulder, with a determined look on his face, booked it to the pulsating rupture, gleaming with beautiful blue light, beckoning him to go in.

He ran through the portal, and the thought popped into his head, "Where will this take me?"

[Zai]

Itachi grabbed Naruto's arm and pulled him up to the top of the Susanoo's head, where Gaara was as well, lying down on its head. "Go!" Itachi yelled as Susanoo, the huge ethereal warrior started running as fast as possible. "Hold on!" Itachi yelled as Susanoo destroyed any monsters on the way to the portal with his sword. Lava monsters jumped out at them and Susanoo raised its sword, reflecting the lava monsters and making them fall to the ground as Susanoo continued running.

When they started nearing the cursed portal, Itachi got up and grabbed Gaara and Naruto. Itachi cancelled his mangekyo sharingan and his eyes returned to normal, as they jumped toward the portal, Susanoo vanishing. Itachi had made it through the portal with Naruto and Gaara, and Itachi muttered "We're safe."

[True Light]

Byakuya jumped to the one of the pillars as he following Roxas. The one of the ninja attacked him. Byakuya drew his sword and strike ninja. He jumped to the ground where lava didn't reach so far. More ninjas attacked as Byakuya teleported behind them and striking them with his sword. He was following Roxas as he was protecting himself with his light.

[ZombiGirl]

Amaterasu watched helplessly as the heat from the rising magma ignited the brittle, barely living wood of the sparse forest. The flames were born, and grew, with frightening speed, quickly engulfing the thin trunks of the trees. Without ever taking it’s eyes off her, the demon ninja leapt onto the higher reaches of the nearest tree with the grace and agility of a cat. It’s crimson eyes continued to bore into the goddess, filled with ill-will.

Soon, it became unbearable. Recklessly, Amaterasu cut the burning tree in two with Powerslash, and looked around desperately for an escape. She was still tired, with no desire to fight, and this heat was very uncomfortable under her thick, glossy coat. Not out of reach was a black, hovering portal, by one of the last remaining slivers of stone, that had not been flooded by the lava. Others, assumably like herself, were rushing into it. Amaterasu’s instincts usually warned her from placing her faith in anything dark, but this seemed like her best option.

Momentarily lost in her thought, her senses dulled by sleep, the Wolf failed to notice the safe recovery of the demon, or the arrival of it’s companion, which wasted no time in throwing a metal star at her with deadly accuracy. The woosh of air made Amaterasu start slightly, so with some blessing of the Gods, it only skimmed the fur of her head, and struck a tree with a mighty thud.

Enough she decided. She wanted to leave this sweltering place, and clear her thoughts. Snarling, she leapt towards the ninja, and struck it with Solar Flare, catching it off guard, knocking it sprawling into the lava. At this, the original ninja gave a savage, unearthly scream, and drew a dagger. With a well-timed Powerslash, she parried it’s intended blow, and instead took hold of it’s hand, or claw, whatever it was, sinking her fangs into it, and trying to ignore the foul. evil-smelling odour of it’s flesh and blood. Savagely, she pulled her head back, taking black cloth and accursed flesh with her.

The dark being stood perfectly still, as it had done before, staring at her, thick, black blood pouring out of the wound of it’s hand as the lava caught up with it. The whole tiny island appeared to be ablaze, as the burning trees buckled and snapped, and the last few remaining patches of earth disappeared. The ninja made no attempt to escape. Soon enough, a tree collapsed onto it, and it’s eyes were forever hidden by the dancing flames.

Taking her opportunity to escape unhindered, Amaterasu dived into the swelling magma, and awkwardly doggy-paddled towards the portal. It was difficult to keep her nose in the air, and that was smog-filled from the burning trees. Panting, she crawled onto the last island of rock, where the portal lay. She gazed into the expanding sea of magma, the burning forest, and the tumultuous, swirling sky. How by the Gods she had come to be here...Princess Vile? Who was this person? And why Amaterasu? Why this place? Where was this place...a different plane of existence to the one she belonged?

Amaterasu felt herself dozing into sleep, she shook her head, and turned her gaze to the portal in front of her. It gave no clue to where it lead; all it contained was endless, swirling darkness. Wherever it would take her, Amaterasu hoped that she would regain her alertness and full strength soon, and remember a little more of what had brought her too this place. Tiredly, Amaterasu got to her feet, and stepped into the portal, with a little apprehension, but overwhelming curiosity.

[Firesnake]

His head filled with rage, building in the back of his skull, growing like a gnawing parasite. He stared at the hellhounds as they gazed back at him. Their lips markedly full and red were drawn back from the teeth which gleamed long, sharp as razors, and ivory white. A guttural growl came from all of them, and yet they remained still as statues. Why aren't they doing anything? He asked himself, just as the growling stopped. Flames erupted from the ground everywhere around him, setting the gloomy forest ablaze. He could no longer see or hear the dogs, for the smoke and fire obscured his vision.

He forced a lot of biomaterial into his legs as he jumped up higher than any normal human could, and landed on a branch which made a loud creaking noise. He looked around him and saw that the whole platform was on fire now. The smoke, building up underneath some sort of invisible force field, descending fast. He didn't hear them coming.

He spat out some grass as he slowly got up, the branch next to him, cut clean off the tree. He looked around, but couldn't see who had attacked him."Come out, you coward!" He screamed, only to get his lungs filled with a thick layer of smoke which made him cough like he never had before. He tried to steady himself, but got thrown back onto the grass again by something faster than even the fastest hunter he had encountered. "Damn it!" He muttered as he looked down at the ground. How am I gonna get out of this one? he thought as he slowly got up. Wait a minute!?

He blinked, the flames were even brighter now had activated his thermal vision, but at least he could now clearly make out the colder figures. They moved as if driven by an unnatural force, but now he was ahead of them. His arm hut as it changed from its slow and large sword form into the thin, long whip fist. He looked around him, as the figures circled around and moved, quicker than an eye could blink. He snagged one of them from the group and quickly dragged him into his body. The tendrils engulfed the ninja as a familiar pain shot into his head. Memories flooded his brain as he took on the appearance of the ninja. A portal, cursed, dark. The only way out of here. He got snapped back to reality by movement around him. The ninja's left him alone, lost him, his gamble of absorbing the ninja had saved him. They thought his friend dead, and him gone. It's good to be a shape shifter. He thought whilst changing back into his normal form.

Focused on the movement he saw molten stone ooze out over the platform, engulfing trees, ninja and hellhounds alike. The only creatures who could survive were the fiery spirits and demons that spawned out of the wall of lava. He laughed but didn't hesitate. So, she sends her doomsday squad to ignite the atmosphere? He thought as he quickly tried to remember where he had to go. All the fools who lead their foolish lives may found it quite explosive, but it doesn't mean quite that much to me.

Once again he charged his legs and he jumped up into the air, as high as an apartment building. He stretched out his arms and diverted his biomaterial out to make his arms extra flat. Slowly he glided over the fields of lava, as he, just a little ahead, saw a swirling mass of heat energy. The portal, ooh Vile, I have you now. He thought as he glided closer to the portal. He turned out his thermal vision and saw that below him the whole field was filled with the demons, grasping and clawing at whoever they could find. And worse yet, he was losing altitude.

He plummeted down, heading down into the grasping claws down below. Fast he altered his position and kicked his foot into a demon head. He jumped up again and came down even more powerful. The demon fell over and scraped over the lava, with him on top of it. Demons flew aside as he surfed the body of the demon through the group. A maniacal laugh escaped him mouth as, with his last bit of energy, he launched himself in the swirling vortex of energy. The world of fire faded before his eyes and he fell into a deep, sweet slumber.

[Silk]

One of the demonic assassins aimed his makeshift dagger at Arthuria's throat. The King of Knights dodged the attempt smoothly, with just a minor sway of her upper body. As the dagger went past her ear, she could see thick, dark-green liquid dripping off from its pointy edge. The sight of a poisoned dagger roused a sense of displeasure inside her. Her eyes grew livid as she swung Excalibur to the side of the assassin's neck and fell the blade across it. The detached head flew off into the hazy abyss below, shortly followed by the mass it once belonged to, that toppled backwards in a slower motion. The dagger that belonged to the assassin was dropped on the disc's platform. Arthuria kicked it off without a single moment of delay.

Arthuria, who usually wore a serious facade, void of any other emotion except for determination, was unable to hide the distaste she felt. Her face became stern and rigid. Her actions, while still smooth and fluid, showed an extra dose of ferocity. 'Such filth shouldn't even exist in the first place.' Her thoughts were bitter. How many good men had fallen because of daggers concealed in shadows? How many innocents had died due to such cheap tricks? Arthuria had lost counted. Even in her court at Camelot, she could not prevent the greed in her royal subjects, whom sought immoral methods such as this to gain power. Her code of honour had been a partial reason to her distaste, the rest were much more personal. Those who resort to poison, hidden daggers, sabotage, and blackmail deserved to spend eternity in a fiery hell-realm like this.

With blood accumulated on Excalibur, the sword's shape started to show through the red substance coated on its invisible surface. The assassins thought it would give them the edge. What a bunch of fools. Do they think that the King of Knights only relies on an invisible sword to win her battles? Unlike their shadowy techniques, her skills had been honed under the broad daylight. Free for anyone to see. No hidden gimmicks, no lies-- only a pure steel blade. Another one of the assassins teleported behind her, trying to stab to small woman, a tactic these tricksters used so many times, that she had grown accustomed to it. She folded Excalibur to the side of her waist, and stabbed the attacker through the stomach.

In her fury, she left a trail of of corpses falling off the edge of the disc like petals on a wilting flower. Adding to pile caused the sharp revolving disc, that had slaughtered a fair share of numbers in its cruising pace. The King of Britain's bloody dance became another level of difficultly as the misshapen earth below turned into to a river glowing molten lava. Mercilessly it flowed through the landscape, sweeping through the demons which shared the same master as it. The lava rose to nearly to the disc's level. Arthuria took caution to make sure that it was the demons that fell into the scorching liquid, instead of her. The heat evaporated from the lava was hot enough for Arthuria to wonder if her armour would melt and merge with the yellow stream below.

As a response to the rising lava, the disc increased its altitude. Arthuria tore through the chest on the last remaining assassin on the platform, ending the siege from the shadowy demons. An applause erupted from behind her. Arthuria remained unmoved. Her face had returned to its serious, no nonsense countenance. Once again, she found herself being unamused by the King of Heroes' frivolous behavior.

“Excellent show, woman. A more entertaining sight I’ve not seen since the last time we’d fought – nay, perhaps this has been ever more so.”

“You have a twisted sense of entertainment.” she remarked, not as an insult, but rather as a matter of fact.

Arthuria did not like to think of herself as a killing machine. In fact, she did not like fighting at all, as a certain boy pointed out once. She picked up her sword for the people of Britain. It had been that way for past two thousand years. Her reason to be in the Holy Grail War had been attain the power of the Grail – it fulfills its bearer any wish, and remake the selection for the King of Britain, that someone more worthy than her would lead her people in her stead, and she would shroud in history as a normal person forever. It was the boy, Emiya Shirou, that taught her to let go the past. What was done, was done. It would be no use to go back and change the course of time. After much struggle, she finally came to see his point, let go, and resolved to destroy the Grail and its dark taint that had endangered the world.

The realization felt as though a heavy burden had lifted from her shoulders. Arthuria had died peacefully under the tree after the Battle of Camlann, and the page turned to a new chapter and beginning. She still bears the feeling of guilt to those she had wronged, but she will seek another path to repay them, instead of turning time itself. She took Excalibur's return as a sign for her to walk the path of redemption, and with it on her side as it always been.

Gilgamesh had been staring at a distance. Arthuria followed his gaze to see what had caught his attention, only to see a monotonous landscape. Eirei of the Archer class, which Gilgamesh belonged to, had been blessed with eyesight beyond other classes. Whatever his crimson eyes had caught was far out of Arthuria's sight.

“Well, well. It looks like swine do fly, in Hell.” he said with a smirk forming on his lips. “The idiot’s chariot can fly, no need to worry about him. We’ve got some flying garbage incoming. Pity. No matter how much trash there is…”

Arthuria held out Excalibur, preparing herself for the arcane ripple that formed behind the Golden King's throne. Flaming spirits materialized through the ripple, filling the air with their screeching voices.

“…It is only trash, after all.”

A hail of swords fell upon the spirits. What that didn't get impaled were sliced in half by the Holy Blade. Arthuria closed in on the spirits without fear. Her blue dress remained intact despite the fiery hands' grasps on the hem. The creatures were born of magic, their devouring flames cannot harm her.

“ Woman…” Arthuria scowled as she was referred in such disrespectful manner. Nevertheless, she took attention to the direction of Gilgamesh's pointing finger. “I plan to pass through that portal. It reminds me of… That thing, at the end of the Fourth War. Chances are, the queen bitch is there.”

The mention of the Fourth War had tugged old heartstrings. Arthuria examined to circular black mass that had arrived at a distance which she could perfectly view. The mass was pulsing with life. Its edges purple in colour, growing black as it gathered at the center. She nodded at Gilgamesh, approving his plan.

“Let's go.” Her fingers twitched impatiently on Excalibur's handle. Already she could feel the blade going through a smooth female neck, belonging to the demoness that caused unnecessary trouble to the three Eirei.

As the flying disc approached the portal, Iskander's chariot closed in and dematerialized. A hulking body catapulted onto the disc's surface, shaking it upon impact. Arthuria grimaced at the King of Conquerers. Brute and carelessness has always been a part and parcel with the giant man. The overcasting shadow from the portal could not dim the twinkling light from the man's proud grinning teeth. Arthuria sighed, shaking her head, at loss with the two eccentric men she had come to known as comrades. The disc sank into the dark portal, sending the trio to the unknown.


[TL;DR: Arthuria kills ninjas because she hates them. Gilgamesh sees portal and steers UFO to it. Iskander hitchhikes UFO by jumping on it.]

[power]

Out of the corner of his eye, Gordon saw his teammate begin to walk across the inferno with some kind of... light, or... voodoo magic. Gordon had no time to ponder on the scientific explanation, however, because he had to escape. Two hell hounds waded through the thick lava, right towards his position. What looked like a fireball with two big, burning eyes rose up from the magma, and began shooting fire out of it's eyes at him.

"Judging by the exact nature of the fireball, it should be highly explosive. It looks small enough to pick up with the Gravity Gun... so..." Gordon thought to himself.
Gordon quickly whipped out the Zero point energy field manipulator, and caught the fire spirit in it. Gordon aimed at the two two drooling hounds, teeth bared, growling at him, and gave the spirit a jolt. The spirit made a beeline for the beasts, and exploded right on contact.

"Now if I did the math right..." Gordon thought to himself.

The corpses of the hounds landed one in front of the other, making a bridge to the next, and final boulder, where the portal rested on. "Math, you have saved my ass yet again!" He thought with a smile. Gordon sprinted across the makeshift corpse-bridge (Which was starting to burn) anxious and determined to get to the rupture. Gordon made it to the charred, blackened boulder, with a determined look on his face, booked it to the pulsating rupture, gleaming with beautiful blue light, beckoning him to go in.

He ran through the portal, and the thought popped into his head, "Where will this take me?"

" It appears that he made it" Thought happily Roxas to himself " and Byakuya is not that far away, I think that I can already pass the portal... still I have a little pity of that yellow rat... hope he does it" added Roxas as he started walking to the portal.

In the way to the portal Roxas noticed that a lot of people was entering and some of them had to fight really powerful enemies to do it ” as I thought we weren't alone, and there were some good warriors too" he thought"

He was already at 100 feats from the portal when a magma goblin appeared, with at least 200 feats high, big yellow eyes and , luckily, his skin was made of rock, but by the light coming out of them it was easy to deduce that his inside was made of magma .

“This was all I needed right now…” Roxas thought as he jumped in the goblin, climbing it and in seconds reaching its head and hitting him with a cross keyblade attack mixed with light, “ uf… it was easier than what I thought” after saying that he was hitted by the goblin left hand throwing him to the magma, but thanks to the light that he had concentrated till then he kept his consciousness.

“So… even if I stab his head he will survive …” Roxas said while climbing again the magma goblin, when he reached its head he saw the goblin hand coming in its direction, he defended himself with the keyblades and the light.

“ I think there isn’t other way, I can’t do it to the portal, I’m going to die here… but this thing is going with me!” has he yelled that he made a hole in the magma goblin head and entered; from the inside he used all his light to do a big, shinny explosion that all the people and monster in the HellFire Plateau should have been able to watch…the goblin was destroyed into pieces.

With that he was projected to the air, severely damaged and his cloths were completely burned , he was going to fall in the magma 50 feats from the portal , he lost, he was too careless… he was going to die… “ No! … there’s still a way” yelled him as he concentrated his last energies to concentrate as much light as he could in his shoes “ just a little is enough so light… please let me use you!” with that he moved his body in the full air using the light as a bomb, in the direction of the portal falling right into its direction.

“Byakuya, you need to make it too !” yelled Roxas before he lost his consciousness while he was falling in the portal.

He made it

[Xuan]

Rumble, rumble, ROCK! In his mind and in his soul the world shook and shuddered as if sundered apart by immense evil, the stench of sickness so terrible that the speeding boy nearly threw up. While his battle experience was ridiculously huge they never did include roller coaster rides like these. Real life earthquake with their lives on stake, plus instant melt lava being spewed out in dozens, this situation is like, code red?

His thoughts echoed Peter's words. We have to get out of here. Right now. But how and where?

His first thoughts were to slide themselves to higher ground so that they can have a better look of the landscape and perhaps chart an escape route. His second thought was to dismiss this as quickly as possible because he had been travelling for at least three minutes and he has seen the absolute same thing over and over again. The third was to reconsider the first thoughts because if they do get to higher ground, they could avoid running circles or whatever is dangerous. So...

"Agh! What should I do?" Ueki's brilliant eyes turned into a pair of dizzy glasses as he began to spin crazily on the same spot. A bell rang in the back of his mind that the poisonous fumes are finally getting to his brains but he couldn't do anything to stop the spread of dizziness.

Then Peter talked, and like a robot he simply complied to those words as if they were his own mental commands, "If we can get higher, I can find the door and fly to it!"

Fly?

"9-Star Sacred Treasure, Seiku!" A pair of brilliant blue wings spreaded from his back, resembling an angel being born as he launched themselves into the air and towards the blackening sky. There's still this one, tiny problem though.

Now, they're spinning wildly on air.

[Yellow Flash]

Rumble, rumble, ROCK! In his mind and in his soul the world shook and shuddered as if sundered apart by immense evil, the stench of sickness so terrible that the speeding boy nearly threw up. While his battle experience was ridiculously huge they never did include roller coaster rides like these. Real life earthquake with their lives on stake, plus instant melt lava being spewed out in dozens, this situation is like, code red?

His thoughts echoed Peter's words. We have to get out of here. Right now. But how and where?

His first thoughts were to slide themselves to higher ground so that they can have a better look of the landscape and perhaps chart an escape route. His second thought was to dismiss this as quickly as possible because he had been travelling for at least three minutes and he has seen the absolute same thing over and over again. The third was to reconsider the first thoughts because if they do get to higher ground, they could avoid running circles or whatever is dangerous. So...

"Agh! What should I do?" Ueki's brilliant eyes turned into a pair of dizzy glasses as he began to spin crazily on the same spot. A bell rang in the back of his mind that the poisonous fumes are finally getting to his brains but he couldn't do anything to stop the spread of dizziness.

Then Peter talked, and like a robot he simply complied to those words as if they were his own mental commands, "If we can get higher, I can find the door and fly to it!"

Fly?

"9-Star Sacred Treasure, Seiku!" A pair of brilliant blue wings spreaded from his back, resembling an angel being born as he launched themselves into the air and towards the blackening sky. There's still this one, tiny problem though.

Now, they're spinning wildly on air.


Peter smiled as he realized that Ueki had heard his command, and could also fly. Thank goodness, now I don’t have to carry him…. Peter thought to himself as he slowly rose above the ground, just before the lava reached them. “So…where do you want to?” Peter was cut off as Ueki went spiraling towards him, almost smashing his head in. “Watch it!” He yelled out, until he realized that Ueki had no control over the wings he had suddenly grown. Brilliant… Peter thought to himself, as he now had to rescue his young team mate. “Hold on!” He yelled out, as he speed towards Ueki in the air. However seconds after he set off, he was met in mid air by five different fire demons.

“Damn” Peter swore as he dodged the fire blasts that had been aimed at his head. He quickly rose up into the air, dodging the blasts that were aimed at him. Once he was high enough, he suddenly disappeared, turning invisible. The fire demons, seemed to be confused, until two lightning blasts came out of nowhere, smashing two of the demons down into the ground. The spirits spun around in the air, looking for where Peter had hidden himself, as two more lighting blasts rocked into the other two demons. The last spirit spun around comically in the air, until it too was blasted down to earth. Becoming visible again, Peter smiled as he rushed towards Ueki, until he was hovering above him. “Don’t worry!” He said as he grabbed the boy around the waist. “Now make your wings disappear…I got you” Peter said, as he hovered above the ground.

[Xuan]

Spiral within spirals within more spirals and spirals and spirals and... "Hyaaaauuuhhheeee... Left right up down left left right right!... Right?" Smoke continued to sneak into his lungs as his brain began to function disorderly. The usual fatigue and exhaustion were creeping in as strange vibes of heat and pressure struck invisible blows to his slowing body, but Ueki was completely impervious to his surroundings. Mushroom clouds of soot and dust did nothing better naturally.

All the sudden there came these strange crackles of energy that shot past him, and Ueki suddenly felt his skin jumped. Even his green hair began to respond accordingly and stood like a porcupine. Finally, a few loud booms later Ueki recovered a slight bit of his senses and controlled his flight path a little, hovering unsteadily because of increasing CO in his body but still conscious. He knew there won't be time though, there won't be enough time at all.

Suddenly, a voice boomed from the heavens, "Don’t worry! Now make your wings disappear…I got you." With unchanging eyes and sea deep calmness he looked up and... He saw Peter with a pair of wings, though completely unlike his.

"Ooh! You're an angel? Hey, do you grant wishes like those fairy tales in town?" He wasn't excited or anything, but still, it would be great to see how heaven looks like (Ueki... You're a Heavenly Being...). But before he could say anything more, a blast of air forced him off course and he realized that the situation really doesn't allow small chats like these. He looked at Peter again and said with a slight smile, "Okay. I trust you on this one Peter."

He release his Seiku and began to fall.

[True Light]

Byakuya has the little more to do portal, when suddenly more ninjas ambush him. Byakuya drew his sword and strike one of the ninjas. The he appeared behind two other ninjas and strike them. As he continue further a hellhound appeared in front of him, guarding a path towards the portal. He jumped in the air and he landed behind him striking him with his sword.

He sees that Roxas can't hold on much longer, he runs forward as the more ninjas ambush him. Byakuya continue to running he jumped high across the ninjas and in the last moment he enter in the portal.

[KingofheartsX]

As the black wave of destruction that Ichigo had released from his Zanpakutou, Ichigo lost his footing, a scream could be heard next to the sound of shatering glass. As Ichigo looked around it seemed that the place that he was trapped in had been destroyed.
She is furious Ichigo, her anger knows no bounds until now and it because of that anger that has freed us yet can possibly doom us too.
What's happening Old-Man? Ichigo asked as he looked and could see the rise of the lava around him, it began to flow and rush towards him in a matter of seconds, but this was slowed down for Ichigo as he was in a state of supreme concentration, talking to Zangetsu meant that everything else, time itself stood still, but only for a brief moment.
If she's that angry that she has let us out, then I guess there isn't mch time is there?! But what about the others? They're still in battle and what if they don't make it out in time? Ichigo looked and tried sensing they're reiatsu. They were all still alive and none of them we're seriously hurt, which was good.
Ichigo they wil survive, they have immense power, like you. They do not doubt they're power either, they shall be fine. You need to hurry. Old-Man Zangetsu began to disappear,Ichigo, I am your power, without you I am nothing.
Heheheheh same goes for me, Boy! It was for a split second but Ichigo could sense his hollow, it was trying to break free again.

It mattered not, he needed to get out of here as soon as possible. As Zangetsu disappeared, the field that he was trapped in had been destryoed completely, Ichigo could hear in the distance the demon witch cursing them all to death and chanting a spell. The flow of the lava increased the heat of the place intensified and all the more it made Ichigo realize that he needed to get out of there. Ichigo used his shunpo and jumped from the rock he was on and began running on the air, being a Shinigami he could defy the laws of physics, as Ichigo ran he could make out a portal, it was close, but for some reason Ichigo felt the need to hurry to it no matter what.

The Ninja's and Dogs were not going to stop though as several more ninja's appeared above and behind Ichigo and ahead of him were two dogs running with there teeth beared and blood dripping from them. Ichigo increased his speed and in a flash killed all around him. His Bankai was unique, it's size was too small compared to normal Bankai but because of how compact his was, it increased his speed immensly and thus making Ichigo a very fast opponent.

[videogame714]

Clare stopped in her tracks as she saw that there was lava running through the forest, and disintegrating everything that it touched. I need to find another way back to where I fought that ninja; where I saw that rabbit-creature. Searching for another route, the Claymore quickly turned around, and began running away from the lava flow. Sensing another ninja hiding behind one of the trees, waiting to attack, Clare determined its exact location, took a large leap towards it, and swung her Claymore at it, slicing it in half. Blood burst out of its wound, and the body slumped to the floor. This is hopeless, I'm never going to find that bunny, and if I take too long, I'll be devoured by the lava. I need to get out of here, she thought, changing her plan. "Now, where might the exit be?" she pondered.

Just then, Clare felt an enormous power source. Wondering what it was, she decided to follow where it was emanating from. In a matter of minutes, she was a hundred yards away from the lava. Is this power... an exit out of here? Or something very powerful? Something then zoomed past Clare's head, and landed several feet behind her. Quickly averting herself to face it, she realized that it resembled a Yoma, but not quite. A demon, she concluded. Did it come from that power source? The lava was now about fifty yards away. The demon pounced toward her, and before Clare was able to block or dodge it, it scratched her cheek, blood now trickling down her face. I don't have time to fight! I need to get out of this hellhole before the lava devours me! Releasing a large amount of Yoma power now, Clare leapt towards the lava, sprinting it across it, her feet protected from her armor. Numerous hellhounds attempted to attack her, but she deflected all of the attacks, heading towards nothing but her escape out of there.

Emerging out of the forest to a lava filled clearing, Clare saw a large portal, with numerous demons and spirits coming out of it. "I don't know if this will lead me out of this living hell, but it's my only hope!" she yelled, as she jumped off of the lava, and fell into the portal, leading her to where she knew not.

[KH2_FinalSora]

This is absolutely ridiculous… Molten magma surged underneath where he had perched himself. It was a miracle he was even alive after what had just happened. Yuri shook his head in disgust. “I should have been expecting something like this. Did…” Did the other two make it out okay? He had reacted quickly to the onrush of lava, but he had forgotten his friends… “Friends…do I really count them as so?”

Yuri’s sweat drenched body was standing on the remains of an ancient, yet sturdy tree. He knew it wouldn’t last, and it was a blessing that it was still standing. He quickly swiped his violet hair out of his eyesight, just in time to grab a hold as the giant tree lurched forward. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing happening. As if Fate were out to get the poor swordsman, several raptor-like demons, wings and all, soared above him, catching whiff of his sent. Maybe it was the blood-stained clothes, maybe it was the surprise and (dare he say fear?), or maybe it was just bad luck. It didn’t really matter.

A harsh shriek split the man’s eardrums just as the tree cracked forward under its own weight. Yuri jumped, just in time, and aimed to land on a second tree. A sudden wrenching pain shot through his shoulders, and a sense of vertigo hit him as he was suddenly lifted high into the air. Stunned, he struggled against an iron grip, what looked to be malformed talons. “Damn…” He glared upward, and almost wished he hadn’t.

The beat above him was surely enough a demon. But it was nothing like Yuri had ever seen before. Its lower body was that of a deformed eagle, bloody and rotted flesh almost melting off of the unusual, ashy bones. The top half was even worse. It was a woman, her face contorted with rage and pain. There were thousands of scars across her body, which was also falling apart. Blood seemed to pour down her rough, puss-ridden skin. It was an ugly sight, and even worse was that she looked back at Yuri.

She opened her mouth, and what came were harsh words, underplayed with a dark tone in a daemonic language. But Yuri could understand her… “You are my feast for tonight, my pretty. And I shall enjoy the screams…” Yuri gagged at the smell that came from her mouth; rotten flesh and the smell of death itself. He had to escape. But…if he cut the harpy (for that was what it truly was), he would fall almost certainly to death.

Yuri closed his eyes. A quick death over a painful one… The raven haired swordmaster sighed, resigned to death. “Not without a fight, I won’t.” With surprising grace (for it is fairly difficult to pull such a maneuver even when not partially restrained), Yuri flipped his legs up, wrapping them around the harpy’s neck. It howled in a fury of curses, none of which the powerful man could understand. Now that he was closer to his own body, he could reach his blade…

With a click of his wrist, his blade was drawn with a flashy motion, which arced through the air. A second harpy, under the first (likely to share the meal) shrieked harshly, realizing what was happening. Yuri chuckled, and quickly slashed the talons of the demon holding him. With that grip gone, he was now holding on the harpy with his legs.

“Heh…” Yuri lifted his body so he was facing the harpy below his own, and smirked, “Later! Final Gale!” He arced his blade through the air twice, creating a green ‘X’ that blasted forward, slashing the foul demon into four pieces. “And now for the finisher…” He let his legs loosen, and he fell backwards, towards the raging lava. The harpy shrieked and dove.

“This is it…” He laughed, falling faster. “The most fun I’ve had in ages…” He lifted his blade. “Azure Storm!” He sent two, blue blasts outward, both hitting their mark. And then, there was nothing. Darkness.

Am I dead?

[Chrono Mizaki]

Casshern leaped through the accursed flames at haste, acknowledging that the blood-thirsty demons unleashed in the hellfire. How the vicious flames crack an attempt at burning his body to crisp and yet failed.

‘You cannot burn down the immortal’

With every leap, its distance between each point began to widen. And the haste has increased, the motion becoming faster and more agile. Faster than a leopard, more endurance than an elephant and more frightening than a angered lion. This is the true power of Casshern.

True Anger
True Strength
True Power

But then came a surprising turn of event, in which it could halt the cog of fate. A scaly demon.

Wait.

More than one scaly demon. Around ten just appeared from the depths of hell, with their claws sharper than ever. And their wings sprout up high like a Gargoyle, their eyes, filled with more fear that could even make Hell look less frightening in comparison to the average human. But Casshern didn’t flinch nor stop to consider the consequences. Instead, he kept sprinting forth. His eyes began to glow an aquatic blue, his first raised and clenched. Casshern would not leave without a fight.

[Sora-Keyblade]

"Focus."

Falcon couldn't figure out a way on how to avoid it, how to avoid the meltage that he's going to suffer. Meanwhile, the ninjas are jumping from pine tree to pine tree, catching up on Falcon's footsteps that he left behind, preparing for their attacks. Falcon couldn't think of a way to pass the flood. Maybe all this running slowed down Falcon's ability to think, maybe the intensity of the events he's going through made him lose track of time, maybe he won't survive after all. Eh, who am I kidding? I'm too much of a coward to put up a bad ending, don't want the readers running away crying.

"Who's that?" Falcon said, watching a mysterious figure from a distance away taking his leave and into the portal. Now, Falcon is next to make his own leave. Apparently, Falcon was quite unfortunate at the time, as the assassins caught his appearance and immediately attacked him with their shurikens, leaving blood splattered all over the unsacred ground. Falcon slowly came down on his knees, with the dripping from his blood-covered mouth. It looked like he was saying something, but that didn't stop the ninjas from approaching him, drawing out their swords slowly as they did.

Only time can tell now.

They say every day is the first day of your life, except the day you die, Falcon's day looks to be quite the bad ending. The ninja assassins stopped, one of them stepped in to act on the behalf of his/her partners, ready to slash the dying bird from top to bottom, when suddenly someone shouted, "....blue...FALCON" At first, nothing happened, but then, when the assassins looked around for the second time.....a gleaming light blinded everyone.

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The light appeared to be Falcon's menace racing machine, slowly opening its entrance for Falcon to hop in. Despite Falcon's critical condition, he jumped on the ship and took off, aiming for the portal. Along the way, Falcon noticed the place crumbling apart, hoping that there wouldn't be any others as unfortunate as him still roaming around. Onto his driving, he took his turns to success, dodging the rocks that were falling from the crumbling volcano, and onto the inter-dimensional world.

As soon as he was inside, Falcon couldn't help but relax, hoping that the route he's taking wouldn't lead to an another trap.

[KingofheartsX]

"HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" Ichigo screamed as his began swinging Zangetsu in a circular motion, mimicing a tornado as he spun and spun around a black mist began to emmit from the hilt of Zangetsu as Ichigo could see and feel more and more Ninja's and Bloodhounds surrounding him, they all were waiting for they're chance to strike as they thought the he was just gaining time, but Ichigo smiled as they didn't try and stop him.
"Fools, Die. GETSUGA TENSHOU!!!" Ichigo yelled as the black reiatsu began swilring and created a giant tornado as it destroyed everything around Ichigo, the attack was so intense that it seemed to drain Ichigo and made him breathless for a moment as he caught his breath and waited for the scream of his attack to disappear.

When the smoke cleared, he could see another wave of Ninja's and Hound's closing in on him. Ichigo looked behind him again and saw that he wasn't to far off from the portal, he decided that time was of the essence as Ichigo began making his way to the portal again. Mere feet away from it Ichigo stopped as a group of Ninja's appeared in front of him and seemed to smile as they're cheek muscles moved the cloth that covered they're face, in the same fashion of a person smiling.

Each Ninja pulled out a samurai sword, but one Ninja stood out from the rest as he kept his katana sheathed. The first two ninja's charged at Ichigo but were mere flys that were swatted away with little or no effort from Ichigo's point of view. The next group charged. "Man this is getting old." Ichigo said, in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of the Ninja who had his sword still sheathed. The Ninja behind him had fallen into the lava, the seering sound of flesh melting in a hot liquid pool was not an easing sound to listen to.

"Get out of my way, Or I move you!" Ichigo said as he pointed his Zanpakutou at the Ninja who stood, one hand on the hilt of the katand and the other on his belt. The ninja seemed to smile like the others, "you won't be doing that for much longer!" Ichigo relaxed his grip on the top of the hilt and slid his palm and gripped the end of the hilt of Zangetsu, his right hand replacing his left at the top of the hilt. Ichigo stood ready.

Suddenly the Ninja charged at Ichigo and laughed in an almost menacing manner. But as they moved past each other, there was a minute of silence and Ichigo slashed the air, wiping the blood off Zangetsu.
"I told you, you wouldn't be smiling much longer." Ichigo said as the Ninja fell in to pieces from his neck down diagonally to his left hip, blood spilling into the lava.
Ichigo walked into the portal.....Darknesss.....No sound, No movement.

"Where is this?"

[4thkeybladeholder]

Time had shortened into a rushed sense of insecurity, where a man lay completely unaware. The tranquil peace was tossed aside in a riot of flames, bringing with them insane heat where even the moon melted into the red. Leaves burned in a hellish light, wood burst and shot the sleeping man in the side. He awoke, his eyes reflecting what could never be explained in words. However powerful words truly were to Dustfinger.

His whispers to the flames couldn't be recognized. The fire itself, it was so strong, such a sudden surge of darkness mixed in with it that he could not control it at all. It's own agenda was to be followed as it continued upon it's path towards the huddled man. Fire licked his dirt ridden clothes, reaching up to caress his blonde hair with passionate anger. He was lifted away, carried off into the distance, with nothing but fire in his sight. However evil this fire was, however dark it had become, it still loved him as fire loved no other man. Where though, was it taking him? It was unclear, but soon, it would be unveiled as to where he was.

Soon... Soon was a long time to think. Once more, he was going somewhere unknown, a place that could be worse than even the world outside of Inkworld. The fire kept him at peace, though, holding him, cradling him into a world only the true flames of hell have ever experienced and lived.

[SephirothTheDoomDestroyer]

Faith was no longer paying attention simply leting her legs do all the work. She looked around and did not see Peter or Ueki anywhere near her but she did in fact see a strange portal floating in the midst of the lava.

Hmm... I wonder what it could be or where it may lead to?...

Without a slight hint of hesitation Faith slipped down the branch and clung onto it with her hands. She started rocking herself back and forth. Once she had built up enough momentum she rocketed herself towards the portal. She was flying towards the portal when she felt her momentum shifteng down ward and before she could reach it she thought she may slip too far downward to make it but somehow just before she thought she would land in the steaming lava she felt herself suddinly hit cool solid ground...


She had made it through the portal.

[Wzrdto25]

Closed. Expect scores at the start of the next round. :)