Suddenly, London stopped rising. They were 300 metres above the ground. The Destroyer, so it seemed, was now glowing. It was charging up. Tarkh laughed like an idiot. "In four hours, ladies and gentlemen, the Omnics will rule the Earth!" He swooped down and joined in the battle. Tarkh was a tough enemy, and Mercy and Zenyatta had to work doubly hard to heal all their teammates.
Frisk was valiantly duelling with Lieutenant Warkh. "You'll never win, teenaged girl." Warkh sneered. "Oh, really?" said Frisk, deflecting Warkh's blow and then slicing off the female Omnic's right arm. The Omnic screeched, and Frisk whirled her kori blade, cutting off its other arm. The Omnic fell backwards, hitting the ground.
Frisk put her foot on Warkh's chestplate and raised her sword. "No! Don't-" Warkh cried, but it was too late, Frisk drove her blade with all her might into Warkh's core, destroying the Omnic. Warkh's blue eyes went dark and her limbs went slack. Frisk smiled. One of the Lieutenants had been downed. It did even the odds slightly. Suddenly, the teen heard the blaze of thrusters.
"You dare destroy my Lieutenant?!" Tarkh snarled, flying down and grabbing Frisk by the throat. He lifted the choking, kicking teen off the ground, tightening his grip every second. "Sans, could you hit Tarkh with your blasters?" A concerned Gaster asked his son. "I'm afraid…nope. I'd probably kill our little kiddo if I got a hit in."
Tarkh was taunting the heroes as they fought off his Drones. "You can't stop the Mighty Tarkh. Soon, all life will be but a distant memory." Tarkh recalled his countdown. Two hours to go. "You…" Frisk tried to gasp out. "Pardon me, young lady?" Tarkh mocked. "You'll…never…win…" Frisk gasped, trying in vain to disengage Tarkh's cruel hand from her throat. "Exactly…and that is why I stand a much better chance without the little demon fighter on the battlefield." Tarkh countered.
Before the hero could fully realise what the Omnic meant, Tarkh raised his right hand. "NO!" Chara and Asriel both shouted. Time seemed to slow down as the Omnic raised his weapon, and fired it straight through Frisk's chest. Frisk's mouth opened in pain and she fell to the ground.
"FRISK!"
Just as the two friends shouted, Tarkh looked down at them and laughed evilly. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a blaster charging up. He turned to see Sans looking at him, both eyes blazing. A barrage of Gaster Blasters appeared in front of the Destroyer and another barrage in front of Tarkh. "You're gonna have a bad time." Sans snarled. He fired instantly. "NOOOOOO!" Tarkh yelled as the blast nearly penetrated his armour and knocked him away to another part of London. The second blast was deflected by the Destroyer's armour but the impact caused it to slowly topple. Tarkh cursed as he signalled his Drones to stabilise the Destroyer.
Suddenly, the Drones abandoned the battle and flew for the leaning Destroyer. "It's toppling!" exclaimed Alphys. Everyone now gathered around the mortally wounded Frisk. Chara held her friend tightly. Her injury was bad, probably a death sentence. "Come on, Angela, you can heal her, right?" Chara looked up at Mercy, who was assessing Frisk's injuries. "I-I'm sorry. Her injuries are just too great." The healer shook her head and turned away.
Chara cradled Frisk closely, her tears leaking out of her eyes. "Hey, stay with me, Frisk. You are gonna be okay. Angela is going to find some way to preserve you…" Frisk looked up, her skin now being so pale as to show her blue veins. "No…I'm sorry, Chara, but…you heard Ang, I probably won't survive." Chara brought Frisk closer to her. "No! No…you can pull it through…please…Frisk! Stay with me!" Chara was trembling. She couldn't bear to lose her closest friend.
"Tell everyone…that the little demon fighter couldn't make it. Chara, Asriel…I…I am so sorry." And with that, Frisk's eyes closed. Her facial muscles relaxed, and her body went limp. "No, no, no! Frisk, please wake up! You are the future of humans and monsters! Please, don't leave me! FRISK!" Chara burst into tears, hugging the body of her closest friend tightly. Asriel, also on the verge of tears, knelt behind his sister and hugged her. Speedy removed his visor and bowed his head in respect. "What happened?" Soldier: 76 and Reaper asked over the comm. They were at the other end of King's Row, beating off the last of the Drones. "I…Frisk…Frisk's down." Speedy reported into his comm.
Tarkh and his Drones managed to stabilise the Destroyer. Tarkh looked at the countdown and cursed. "The stupid timer got reset. No time anymore to wait. Shrakh! Larkh! Markh! Here, join yourselves with me. We will upgrade me." Without questions, the three Lieutenants concentrated, and then their three forms flew and absorbed into the megalomaniac. Red energy coruscated through the Omnic as he became slightly larger, his weapons were enhanced and black blade-like structures formed on the sides of his head. The upgraded Tarkh then rose up into the sky, forming a mighty battleaxe (think of Spawn's battleaxe, only that it is completely black) in his hands. Then, in a voice of thunder, Tarkh shouted, "KILL THEM!"