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I want to be make something that has not been done before

look i know thorw your roten frit and vegg and other things but...........i like the omniverse thame song better then the clasic intro im sorry not sorry

^(Previously on Dexter…)

Nosu: “Fine.”

A low growl rolls up from his chest as both massive hands twist back into bio gatling guns. The mechanisms begin to whirr, the sound rising slowly at first, then deeper, hungrier, more alive.

Nosu: “Hide behind each other, then. It will only make this part easier.”

Hálogi’s molten eyes flare, his mouth opens, and a dense cloud of black smoke pours out in a sudden burst, rolling outward across the battlefield like a living curtain. In an instant, it swallows the space between them, obscuring Nosu’s line of sight and hiding the trio from view.

Nosu lets out a sharp grunt of irritation and both bio gatling guns on his massive arms begin to spin faster, their mechanisms whining louder as they charge. He doesn’t hesitate, he opens fire and a storm of missiles tears through the smoke, one after another after another, hurling ash and heat into the air, but they hit nothing, and for a split second, there is only the sound of explosions muffled inside the smoke.

Then, in a heartbeat, four figures burst out of the smoke in different directions.

On the left, Dr. Lobestomy surges forward, his mechanical legs clanking and whirring as they push beyond their normal limits, each step biting hard into the scorched ground. Perched on top of his head, Greezmob braces himself, gripping his oversized laser rifle, already aiming. Dr. Lobestomy’s cannon arm rises to take aim as well. 

On the right, Hálogi cuts across the battlefield in a low, aggressive glide, molten fire blasting from beneath his feet as he skims over the broken terrain, carving a path through the scorched earth. His mantle of flame trails behind him, flickering violently with the speed. Just behind him, Starzeek pushes forward at full pace, electricity crackling faintly along his fur as he struggles to keep up, but never falling far behind.

Nosu’s eyes widen for the briefest moment at the split approach, then his posture shifts instantly. Both gatling guns swing outward, one tracking left, the other right, and the missiles keep screaming through the air as they fly in rapid fire, filling the air with shrieking impacts and detonations, each shot missing by inches as Hálogi and the trio close in from two angles.

But Nosu’s attention is split now, and it’s showing. Explosions tear into the ground around the advancing pairs, close enough to shake them, close enough to scorch, but not enough to stop them. The missiles missing only by inches, they’re already too close for his taste.

On the left, advantage is taken, Greezmob tightens his grip and pulls the trigger and a concentrated blast of energy rips forward that almost pushes him off Dr. Lobestomy’s head. At the same time, Dr. Lobestomy fires as well, his cannon arm discharging a surge that cuts through the air with a sharp crack. Both shots strike Nosu’s face, melting his eyes right off, blinding him on the spot. His head jerks to the side, his aim breaking for just long enough to disrupt the barrage and a roar of pain rips out of him as his gatling guns transform back into hands.

Blinded by the blast to his face, Nosu reels backward with a furious snarl. The smoke, the ash, the suffocating sulfur, the sudden loss of sight, all of it comes together in a single brutal instant, giving Hálogi and Starzeek the opening they've been waiting for.

Hálogi closes the distance first in a streak of fire. He doesn’t hesitate, his first strike is a left hook that slams into Nosu’s jaw and forces the massive head to twist sideways with a crack of shifting bone, not to break it, but to stagger him, to force him off-balance. And with Nosu staggered, Hálogi’s right hand shifts, molten plasma stretching and sharpening along his arm into a searing blade, and in the same motion, he cuts across the exposed gaps between Nosu’s armored shell, carving into flesh that had already healed once. 

Starzeek moves right behind the opening Hálogi created, his fist slamming into Nosu’s side, electricity bursting on contact, not with the same force as Hálogi, but it’s enough to make Nosu’s massive body tremble differently with a sharper grunt as the current surges through him.

Hálogi strikes again, this time with a propulsed flaming punch to the torso, making his shell crack a bit more just as Starzeek follows with another electrified blow to the ribs. Then the blade returns, carving across another exposed seam, molten light searing into flesh before it can close.

They move without speaking, without too much planning, falling into a rhythm that presses in from both sides, each strike feeding into the next. Nosu is forced back a step, then another, massive feet grinding against the scorched ground as he tries to stabilize against the relentless pressure.

But in his blindness, Nosu’s anguish boils more. His maced tail strikes the ground hard as he attempts to retaliate, his arm lashes out in a wide arc, cutting through the space where Hálogi stood a fraction too late, the force of it tearing through the air with enough strength to shatter stone. Hálogi leans back just enough to avoid it before coming back with another slicing strike across Nosu’s side. Nosu growls, his other arm coming up in a blind attempt to grab, to crush, to create any sort of space for him to breathe, but Starzeek ducks under it and drives another charged punch into his abdomen.

This time, Nosu howls in pain as Starzeek’s electricity lingers for a split second longer, crawling beneath the surface, and it shows. It hurts Nosu, a lot. 

The rhythm tightens further, suffocating, it becomes too much. Every time Nosu tries to push them back, another strike interrupts him. Every time he tries to plant his feet, another blow forces him off balance. He absorbs it with sheer durability, with rage, with brute endurance, but the pressure doesn't let up. It builds, constantly, it traps him, makes him helpless, and for a fleeting stretch of seconds, the giant is being overwhelmed.

From the left, the others finally close in. Greezmob drops from Dr. Lobestomy’s head, landing on the ground with his laser rifle steady in his grip as he approaches slowly. Lobestomy follows, silent, his mechanical legs driving him forward with uneven, aggressive force. There is something off in the way he moves now, less calculated, more reckless, determined to end it. His eyes flicker erratically as his cannon arm already begins to hum as energy gathers at its core.

Hálogi and Starzeek keep Nosu locked in place, their strikes continuing in rapid succession, holding him in that narrow window where he cannot fully retaliate.

And then… Lobestomy fires. A concentrated beam erupts from his cannon arm, cutting through the battlefield with a violent uncontrolled surge of energy far too wide.

Hálogi hears it first, his head snaps toward the incoming blast, molten eyes widening just enough to register the danger, and he moves on instinct.

Hálogi: “Move!”

He pushes Starzeek by the shoulder and both of them break away in opposite directions in the same instant, the rhythm gets shattered, the pressure broken.

Starzeek: “Shit!”

The energy beam slams into Nosu. The impact is explosive, swallowing his upper body in a blinding flash as the energy detonates across him, tearing through what had already been damaged.

And that is when it happens, Nosu’s vision reforms, his red eyes snap open through the ruin, blood dripping from the corners as flesh finishes knitting itself back together, and what returns with his sight is pure rage. His teeth grind together so hard they almost crack, his entire frame tensing as a roar tears itself from the depths of his chest, raw and violent and filled with something unhinged.

Nosu: “ENOUGH! I’M GONNA PUT YOU FREAKS IN YOUR PLACE!”

Nosu moves before the echo of his voice fades between the volcanic mountains. His left arm swings out, fast and brutal, catching Starzeek mid movement and launching him across the battlefield like a ragdoll. His body skips across the ground before hurtling towards a river of molten lava, limp and unresponsive.

Hálogi: “Starzeek!”

Hálogi reacts instantly and rushes to aid, his right arm melting back into a hand as he extends it forward making the ground rise beneath Starzeek in a surge of jagged stone, forming into a massive hand that catches him just before he can fall into the lava, cradling him and carrying him away from the edge.

But that moment costs him. Nosu’s right hand curls into a fist and he slams it into the ground, the impact sends a shockwave ripping outward, cracking the scorched earth open as it races across the battlefield. It hits Dr. Lobestomy head on before he has time to react, the force lifting him off the ground and throwing him back violently, his body going limp as he crashes into the broken terrain.

And then there is Greezmob, watching it all unfold in front of him, Starzeek’s body thrown aside like it weighed nothing, Dr. Lobestomy struck down by the shockwave, and Hálogi forced into motion before he can even recover, moving Starzeek away from the edge of the lava just as Nosu surges in to deny it.

The ground shudders again under the sheer force of Nosu’s advance, a massive swing cutting through the space where Hálogi had stood a heartbeat before, forcing him to twist mid motion, arm still outstretched to guide Starzeek onto solid ground while the rest of his body turns back toward the threat. There is no clean transition, no moment to reset, only a strained adjustment as he splits himself between ensuring Starzeek is clear of the molten river and keeping Nosu from crashing down on them both.

Greezmob’s chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as panic takes hold, his breathing turning sharp and uneven. His bottom lip trembles, his hands clutching the laser rifle far too tightly as the ringing in his ears drowns out everything else. Despair settles in fast, heavy and suffocating, and before a single clear thought can form, his legs start moving on their own.

Nosu catches the movement from the corner of his eye. His head snaps toward it, his red eyes wide, almost bulging out as something wild flickers behind them. His right hand twists and reshapes into a bio gatling gun once more, and without a moment of hesitation, the barrels spin to life, unleashing a torrent of missiles toward Greezmob. Each one screams through the air with murderous intent, detonating just behind him in violent bursts that send heat and shockwaves snapping at his heels.

But that isn’t enough to make Greezmob stop running, using his small size as an advantage to dodge the missiles as he shoots back in retaliation against Nosu with his laser rifle, some shots hitting, some missing, but he continues marching forward grinding his teeth.

Once he closes the distance between them, Nosu’s tail lashes out, the heavy mace end cutting through the air in a sweep meant to crush Greezmob, but he discards his laser without a second thought and leaps, claws digging into Nosu’s body as he latches on and begins to climb. His movements are desperate, frantic, driven more by emotion than technique as he scrambles upward, his vision blurred with tears, his breath uneven and sharp.

Nosu snarls and begins to turn, his massive body twisting as he tries to shake him loose, every movement violent enough to throw off anything smaller, but Greezmob refuses to let go until he manages to reach the face and starts to rake his claws across Nosu’s face in a frenzy, striking again and again without rhythm or restraint.

Greezmob: “I HATE YOU!”

He shouts glaring at Nosu between tears and sobs while his claws lash across Nosu’s features, striking, tearing, hitting whatever he can reach.

Greezmob: “I HATE YOU FOR LEAVING US!”

Nosu snarls in response, the sound deep and feral, his hand shifting back from its weaponized form as he reaches blindly, swiping at the smaller figure clinging to him until his grip finally closes around Greezmob’s body.

Nosu: “Argh! Get OFF ME!”

He tears him free and throws him down into the ground with brutal force, the impact sending a sharp crack through the air as Greezmob’s body slams against the scorched terrain. The blow knocks the air out of his lungs instantly, a broken gasp escaping his throat as blood sprays from his mouth, his small frame collapsing in on itself. He barely moves after that, his tail twitching weakly against the ground, his breaths shallow, uneven, caught somewhere between pain and shock.

Nosu looks down at him. There is no hesitation in his expression now, only a cold, decisive intent as his right hand curls into a fist and begins to rise. The motion is slow, deliberate, almost patient, as if savoring what comes next, the final strike already decided, and all Greezmob can do is close his eyes and brace for impact as Nosu drives his fist down on him.

...

For a brief, suspended instant, everything seems to go quiet. The impact never comes.

Instead, heat washes over him, a sudden, suffocating warmth that cuts through the fear. Greezmob’s eyes flutter open, and the first thing he sees is a molten glow spilling across his vision, flickering, unsteady, but there.

It’s Hálogi, he forced himself between them at the last possible moment, both hands locked around Nosu’s descending fist, his entire damaged body braced under the weight of it. The force of the collision drives through him immediately, his stance breaking as he is pushed down to one knee, the ground beneath him splintering outward in jagged cracks.

His flames surge violently, flaring brighter and wilder than before, not controlled, but in defiance, as every part of him strains against the overwhelming strength bearing down on him. His arms tremble under the pressure, his grip tightening even as it threatens to give, yet he does not let it fall, not an inch more, holding the blow there through sheer will alone.

And that is when Nosu’s expression shifts. The rage doesn’t fade, but it twists, curling into something darker as a slow, sickening grin spreads across his muzzle. He takes in the sight before him, the fallen friends scattered across the battlefield, the Overlord kneeling under his strength, the desperation hanging thick in the air, and an idea forms, something sharp and cruel.

Suddenly, his fist changes and he opens his palm, catching Hálogi off-guard as his hand closes around Hálogi’s torso and left arm, locking him in place, pinning him where he stands, and before Hálogi can react, before he can even pull away, Nosu’s other hand snaps forward and seizes his right arm.

There is a brief moment of tension, a brief moment where realization happens.

In one sharp, merciless motion, Nosu tears Hálogi’s arm apart. The sound of tearing rock and molten matter splitting under force cuts through the battlefield, a sickening rupture that no amount of heat or chaos can drown out. It is followed immediately by Hálogi’s roar.

A raw, unfiltered cry of agony that rips across the battlefield, powerful enough to make even Billy’s spybots recoil behind their cover, the sheer force of it carving through the noise of fire and destruction for one terrible, unforgettable instant.

Then Nosu casts him aside without care, discarding him like a broken toy, and Hálogi's body goes limp against the ground. But Nosu's attention already shifts to what remains in his hand.

Hálogi’s severed arm, still glowing, still dripping magma into his palm. He lifts it slowly, almost curiously, to look at it before bringing it to his mouth and biting down, devouring it in a single motion. The act is sickening, his jaw working as he swallows, savoring it. His tongue sliding across his teeth as the grin returns, wider, more unhinged than before, his red eyes gleaming with something feral and deeply disturbing.

Nosu: “Hm, yummers.~”

To be continued...

Marra fixes his footing. Small sparks of flames come from his palms as he prepares to fight

"So... we doing this or not?" Marra says in a mocking tone with a chuckle, trying to get a reaction out of Tachyawn

"With pleasure, old man." Tachy says, getting into a fighting stance

Tachyawn plants both feet, slows his breath, and focuses

Tachyawn's eyes zip around the training room, analysing the surroundings before he speeds forwards in a blurred streak

Marra plants his feet, preparing for the upcoming impact

Tachyawn zips right up in front of Marra and instantly zips around to the wall behind Marra

Marra turns around confused "What.. exactly was that for?"

Tachyawn gets into a more loose standing position "I know that you have reacted to Kinecelerans before." Tachyawn stretches "But I also know that you can only mentally react to them, not physically. So I just need to move quickly enough to let me hit you and get away before I slow down enough for you to counter hit."

Marra smirks "Smart, real smart. But you forgot about THIS!!" Marra yells as he swings up his hand, summoning another vine prison around Tachyawn

Tachyawn screams as the vines slowly wrap around his body, tightening around his limbs

"I've heard you scream before. Enough with the faking! You're starting to piss me off with this, I know you can do more!" Marra yells at Tachy

Tachyawn sighs and rolls his eyes "Fine, alright."

Tachyawn phases out of the vine trap and lands on his feet

"C'mon gramps, let's do this-"

"I'M NOT THAT OLD-" Marra yells, cutting over Tachy

"Hah! Okay, let's go." Tachy says with a smirk

Tachyawn's suit covers his body as he deactivates Gait

"Here we go." Tachyawn says under his breath as he zips towards Marra

Tachyawn's suit forms a mace around his right hand as he grabs Marra with the other

"How's THIS!!" Tachyawn yells as he slams the mace into Marra's side

Marra gets bashed back, taking chunks of the ground with him

"Now THIS is what I've been wanting to see!! Let's do this!" Marra yells as he shoots flames towards Tachyawn

Marra looks on as the smoke clears

"As I expected.. you really need a better PLAN!" Marra yells as he swings his hand behind him, trying to grab onto Tachyawn, but Tachyawn isn't there

Marra looks around the room, trying to find Tachyawn, but to no avail

"Good." Marra says with a smirk

"Finally, new MATERIAL!!" Marra screams out as he sets fire across the ground around him

"Try to hit me NOW, Felz-"

Marra gets cut off as he feels something touch the back of his head

"No no, go on.. you were saying?" Tachyawn says, voice distorted from his suit

To be continued...