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Savages: Multiverse

Chapter 2: The Worse of Two Evils!

UNIVERSE #32010

Tyrian couldn't cease his psychotic chuckling as he continued to trudge through a forested area, the trees giving him the perfect cover from any bandits or assassins who would be foolish enough to ambush him, as well as the beasts that roamed this world. The scorpion-Faunus couldn't stop thinking about his latest triumph in the name of his queen. How She-Ra's allies wallowed in despair as they no doubt watched her die in that cat-girl's arms. It was a shame he couldn't finish his feline enemy off when he had the chance to, but when it came to serving Salem, there were times where business certainly came before pleasure.

Still, that didn't mean he was incapable of accomplishing both.

Once he was certain he was alone, Tyrian then proceeded to reach into his pocket and pull out what one might mistake for a normal pair of scissors. He proceeded to jab the blades at thin air, slicing a hole between dimensions, and waited. Seconds passed without any reaction from what was on the other side, but then, a dark mist began to make its way out of the portal, a sinister grin overtaking the psychotic Faunus' face as he almost giggled with sinister glee. Then, from the mist, she made her entrance. The Queen in Black.

Salem.

Seeing his master's arrival, Tyrian wasted no time kneeling before her as she blankly looked down at her subordinate.

"I trust that you would not have summoned me without a purpose, Tyrian," the Queen of the Grimm stated. "Nor would you have if you've failed me yet again."

"Ah, but I have not, my queen," Tyrian responded in between his devious snickering. "For I come bearing a gift for you."

To prove hismself, he placed what he had been carrying with him on this journey, Adora's sword, onto both of his hands and, whilst still kneeling before his superior, lifted it up towards her. Seeing yet another artifact now in her reach, Salem's mouth curled into a smirk as she grabbed onto the hilt of the weapon, bringing it to her.

"Ah, the Sword of She-Ra," she noted as she observed the blade.

"And, as an added bonus, I've also managed to poison its previous wielder, your Grace," Tyrian added. "Heh heh, Adora won't be of any issue to you. That, I've endured."

"I seem to recall you saying something similar about Qrow Branwen, and yet he still lives," Salem countered.

Being reminded of his previous failure to please his master caused Tyrian to frown almost like a child who had disappointed his parents.

"Still, it's not like she'll be able to reclaim her weapon, even if she does survive," Salem assured. "You've done well, Tyrian."

And just like that, the psychopath's grin returned almost instantly.

"I take it that you've arrived at your next destination?" Salem asked.

"I have," Tyrian answered. "Whatever it is that you seek, my master, I shall pluck it from our enemy's cold, dead hands."

"It is said in this world's history that 900 years ago, forty-eight weapons were crafted to defend its rulers," Salem explained as she began to encircle her servant. "Though almost half of them had been destroyed already, there are these 'Teigu' that still remain. Start with the One Cut Killer: Murasame. It is in the possession of a notorious assassin simply named 'Akame.'"

She then stopped right in front of Tyrian before continuing.

"But I would advise you to tread carefully. For should your aura be depleted, all it will take is one cut from its blade to kill you in a matter of seconds. And its owner will not hesitate to do so under any circumstances."

Even upon hearing this, Tyrian still couldn't help but smile. Oh, what fun he was going to have with this 'Akame.' He can't wait to find her and break her as he did with Catra.

"Now go," Salem ordered. "In the meantime, I must focus my efforts on claiming the Dark Star Saber from its owner. Once it's in my grasp, the AllSpark and the tools of the Primes of old will follow."

The scorpion-Faunus lifted his head up in response, his grin not fading even slightly.

"It shall be done, my Queen," he assured.

With a final bow to her, Tyrian turned and leaped up into the trees, cackling loudly to himself as he went to carry his dark deed. Once he was gone, Salem, with Adora's sword still in her grip, turned back towards the portal and returned to the Land of Darkness before the gateway between universes sealed itself.

UNIVERSE #12910

Upon first glance, Chaar seemed to be like most other worlds across the cosmos. This barren, dry husk of what could barely be even described as a planet given its rather unusual, jagged structure. But anyone or anything that dared to take a closer look would find that there was more to this world than meets the eye. For amidst the endless sandstorms and barren wastelands, life certainly did prosper...though it certainly wasn't life as we know it. All that seemed to thrive here were hordes of energy leeches and, strangely enough, gargantuan spiders that preyed upon anyone unfortunate to crash land here. No sensible person would ever call this hellscape home.

...Except for one.

As several leeches feasted upon the corpse of a robotic pilot that met his end upon being shot down above the planet, several footsteps quaked the ground beneath them. Sensing another potential meal approaching, the swarm shifted towards the direction the sounds were coming from. The sandstorm that was currently going on seemed to give way for this stranger to make his presence known. He was coated from head to toe in silver, a fabric cloak draped over his left arm and a hood shrouding his face in shadows. A massive cannon was fastened onto his right arm, a large, dark-purple sword was strapped onto his back, and his chest had the scratched out remains of an insignia that the universe at one point cowered in the presence of: The mark of the Decepticons.

And this metal stranger was once their leader. Someone who made even the bravest of souls shiver with fear at the mere mention of his name.

Megatron.

Seeing the metal plating on this stranger, the leeches abandoned the husk of their previous snack and rushed towards him, their mouths practically salivating at the sight. However, before they could reach him, Megatron sneered in disgust and pointed his cannon at the mob of leeches, firing a blast of energy that obliterated half of them in an instant. Having enough sense to know when their prey was too strong, the remaining leeches quickly scurried away, allowing Megatron to continue his endless trek across Charr in peace...or at least, what he could pass as peace.

There was no Cybertronian in this universe plagued with guilt as much as the one you see now. Memories of the atrocities he had committed over the course of millions upon millions of years haunted him every second of his self-imposed exile. The oppression he had made his people suffer through. Oppression that he had experienced first hand as the puppet of the chaos bringer, Unicron. It was this suffering he had endured that made him finally see the error of his ways. That made him realize not only the folly of his diabolical ambitions but also the true consequences of his actions, despite his delusions that he was doing what was best for Cybertron.

Cybertron. His home. Or former home would be more accurate. Never again can he return. Even if Optimus would welcome him back with open arms, it would only serve as a constant reminder of what he had done to it. How he had practically killed his own world to serve his lust for power and dominance, in spite of word of his old friend saving it from the brink of destruction, filling it with life once more. It was almost funny in a cosmic sort of way. After eons of the war he ignited taking its toll, Cybertron was finally brought back to its former glory. What he truly wanted above all else had finally been realized...and he wasn't there for it, nor could he be there to witness it for himself.

A sigh of regret escaped the former warlord's mouth once more as these thoughts came to his cortex once again in an endless cycle. One that would only end when his life came to an end, and he rotted away into nothingness like he felt he deserved.

And so, he continued onward, the weapon he had forged to cause so much turmoil strapped onto his backside to serve as a painful reminder of the anguish he had wrought upon the Autobots, and to serve a constant message that he would forever take to his spark.

Never go back.

When he departed Cybertron for the final time, not long after sheading the look Unicron had given him as one final act of defiance to his former master, the former lord of the Decepticons made one final trip to Earth, a world he had too caused a great deal of pain towards in his war with Prime and his troops, and located the Dark Star Saber at the bottom of the ocean, quickly dispatching a surprised group of Scavengers that tried to claim it as their own. With the weapon he had forged his once more, he did not put it to use as one might have anticipated. Rather, he reclaimed it to ensure that no one would ever use its power ever again and reignite the senseless war he had put an end to, as well as to carry the weight on his shoulders a reminder of what he had done, hence why he chose not to destroy it despite desperately wanting to.

He meant every word he had said to Starscream in his final command as leader of the Decepticons. They were finished. No more. And if his old, treacherous friend wanted to try to bring it back to its former 'glory,' then he was free to do so, but he would have no part of it. Though, just as word of Cybertron's resurrection had spread to him, word had also reached Megatron, thanks to a few of his disgruntled former subordinates who tried and failed to claim his life, that Starscream's tenure as the Decepticons' new leader was, as expected, short-lived. No one knows what truly happened after the Seeker flew to Darkmount to claim the throne. Some believe he was devoured by the last of the Predacons, who, naturally, had a few scores to settle with him. Others think he, by dumb luck, managed to evade them, even slaying two of them by happenstance. Whatever the case was, Megatron couldn't care less what happened to that deceitful coward.

And so, here he was. Destined to spend the rest of his days traversing the wasteland that was Chaar until, whether by the beasts that roamed this planet, by a former Decepticon looking for revenge, or simply by time itself, he finally joined the Well of All Sparks. And that was even if Primus were to somehow forgive him of his sins and not cast him down to the Pit where he felt he really belonged.

But it seemed as though fate may have other plans for this failed tyrant.

As he continued on his endless walk, Megatron noticed something amidst the sea of sand before him. A dark mist began to overtake the area, prompting him to stop in his tracks as this unknown force began to surround him.

"Such regret, such guilt, such pain," a voice within the mist said. "I can practically smell it inside you, Megatron."

The former Decepticon leader growled in irritation. It seemed that once more, someone had come for him. Be they one of his old troops seeking vengeance or some fool looking to claim the Dark Star Saber. It mattered not to him. Nor did this enemy's attempt to intimidate him. For they will share the same fate as all who came before them. Several tense, silent seconds passed before the fog began to fade, revealing before Megatron the one who had come to challenge him. She was a seemingly human-looking figure with pale white skin, eyes as black as the night with blood-red irises and bleached white hair, a black diamond marking the center of her forehead, and donning a black, long sleeve robe that exposed both of her shoulders with bone-like arm cuffs placed on her upper arms.

Though obviously not deterred by this stranger's entrance, the former warlord was surprised at the nature of her. Normally, whenever someone had come to Chaar to try and best the gladiator of Kaon, they were always Cybertronian by nature. The only real exception to this was the occasional spiders that inhabited this world, and they always faired no better than the Insecticon Airachnid once tried to slay him with. But an organic that wasn't native to Chaar? Let alone a human? Now there was something Megatron never expected to see again.

Then, without warning, an animalistic snarl was heard from Megatron's right. The failed tyrant turned in that direction to see a large creature, about as massive as he was, that almost resembled a fictitious monster from the human race's mythology known as a werewolf. It was obvious that this beast was in league with the woman before the former Decepticon commander, for it shared an interestingly similar color scheme to her. It was at that moment that Megatron noticed that there was another of these monsters at his left. Suspicious, he proceeded to look around him at all sides to discover, sure enough, six more of these beasts completely surrounded him.

Unknown to Megatron, he had found himself face-to-face with an avatar of Salem, and a pack of some of her fiercest Creatures of Grimm, Beowolves.

"I should kill you where you stand, stranger, but your appearance does catch my curiosity," Megatron stated. "Who are you? And where do you come from?"

He then began charging his fusion cannon as he continued.

"I advise you to speak quickly while you still breathe."

"Who I am does not matter, Megatron," Salem answered calmly as her avatar approached the former Decepticon. "It is what I can do for you that you should concern yourself with."

"Oh?" Megatron sneered in distrust. "And what exactly is it that you could do for me?"

"I can set you free," Salem answered. "And all you have to do is hand it to me."

She pointed towards the barely visible hilt of the weapon on Megatron's back.

"A simple gesture, and yet it would do you wonders," the Queen in Black continued. "No longer would you have to relive such painful memories. Memories of desecrating a Prime's tomb all so you could forge the very blade strapped to your back. Memories of turning said blade against someone you once considered your best friend. Someone who was like a brother to you."

Hearing this, Megatron snarled in fury at his guest.

"How do you-?" he attempted to ask.

"I have my ways," Salem interrupted. "Now, hand me the Dark Star Saber, and you needn't suffer any longer."

She spoke that last sentence with a tone almost like that of a mother trying to comfort her son. A ploy to try and earn the former gladiator's trust. But Megatron knew when someone was trying to deceive him. And so, his answer came in the form of pointing his fully charged cannon down at the avatar of Salem, causing her to scowl almost instantly as she lept out of the weapon's line of fire right before a bolt of energy detonated the ground upon which she formerly stood. A vortex of darkness formed where she was poised to land, slowing her descent before she landed feet-first onto the ground.

"If you wish to claim this weapon..." Megatron began.

He then pulled the cloak he wore off of his mechanical person before deploying an arm blade from underneath his cannon and finishing his sentence.

"...come and get it."

No sooner had he said that did the eight Beowolves charge towards Megatron, ready to rip him to pieces for harming their queen. But Megatron, who honed his skills in the pits of Kaon, was more than ready. For the instant one of them was close enough and lunged its claws towards the former tyrant, Megatron grabbed onto both of its hands and swung it at its fellow Grimm, bashing them away from him. Once they were taken care of, Megatron, with a mighty battle cry, grasped onto the Beowolf's neck and slammed it to the ground, planting his foot firmly onto its body before jabbing his arm-blade right at the beast's neck. The slain Creature of Grimm faded into dust, allowing Megatron to ready himself for the others.

However, not long after he had bested the first Beowolf, another swiped its claws at his back, scratching it deeply. Megatron snarled in pain but was able to fight it off enough to swiftly turn around and slam his fist right at the Beowolf's head, causing it to stumble back. With his opponent disorientated, Megatron followed by grabbing its head and slamming it down hard onto his right knee before backing away slightly to shoot it down with his cannon. He followed this by quickly gunning down a third that tried to charge at him, only for a fourth to come in from the side and sink its teeth deep into Megatron's right arm.

The gladiator cried out in pain as energon began to seep from the freshly made wound before the Beowolf used its head to toss him to a nearby stone structure, the impact causing it to crumble to pieces as Megatron landed harshly onto his back. Two more Beowolves attempted to pounce onto him. Megatron quickly decapitated one but was unable to stop the second from wildly swiping its claws against his chassis. Acting quickly, Megatron transformed into his Cybertronian jet mode, the shifting parts crushing the Beowolf to death and allowing him to take to the skies. The former lord of the Decepticons wasted no time shooting down the remaining three from the air, leaving only Salem's avatar to deal with.

But before he could commence his offensive against the Queen of the Grimm, she shot upward and unleashed a blast of magic from both of her open palms, making their mark on Megatron. This forced him to transform back into his robot mode and fall about a good ten stories to the ground below, a small crater forming upon making impact. Salem then proceeded to land onto Megatron's chest and continued to inflict her magic onto her opponent, making him yell out in agony as she did so. Though her avatar's use of magic was far weaker than what the real Salem was capable of, it was quite clear that it was still a force to be reckoned with.

"You should've heeded my words, Megatron," Salem mocked as she continued her attack. "None of this would have happened had you just handed me the sword. But since you stubbornly chose to defy your queen, I'm going to enjoy making you suffer before you die."

A raspy sigh was heard from the former villain, making Salem smirk to herself as she continued her relentless onslaught. However, several more, much shorter yet similar sounds escaped his mouth, prompting the dark queen's avatar's eyebrow to raise slightly when she realized something.

He was laughing.

"You think this is suffering?" Megatron asked before letting out another dark chuckle. "Fool. I've endured countless suffering throughout millions of stellar cycles. This...is NOTHING!"

Using all of his might, Megatron proceeded to swing his fist onto Salem, punching her off of his person and earning him a grunt of pain from the avatar. With Salem's offensive now thwarted, Megatron quickly got back to his feet, noticing Salem's avatar fixing the broken bottom jaw her adversary had just given her.

"And allow me to inform you of something else, 'your majesty,'" Megatron furthered in a mocking tone. "Though much has changed in my exile, one thing, above all else, has remained the same."

He then pointed his cannon at the avatar, fully charged and ready to obliterate her.

"Megatron bows to NO ONE!"

With that, he fired, a powerful energy burst hitting Salem dead on and seemingly causing the top half of the avatar to burst into a black liquid that coated several feet of the sand-covered ground. Despite this, Megatron wasn't certain that this enemy had been defeated just yet, and lowered his cannon, waiting. His suspicions were confirmed the moment the liquid began to move on its own back to the bottom half of the avatar, reforming its top half in a matter of seconds. Soon, Salem's form was restored, her irises now glowing with anger.

"So you're no different than what the humans would call a 'cockroach,' eh?" Megatron question. "Fine by me."

The former tyrant positioned himself in a fighting stance, ready for whatever this witch would throw at him. In response, Salem launched herself towards her robotic opponent once more. However, before she could reach him again, a large figure with a jetpack tackled itself against Salem and, while still flying, proceeded to smash her face-first against the sand. This newcomer dragged her painfully through several yards, only for the avatar to shoot a tendril from the bottom of her wrist that wrapped itself around one of the figure's legs before she threw her arm to the side, causing her attacker to be forced off of her before crashing onto the sand. The avatar of the evil queen continued to slide for several feet before it finally stopped, picking herself back up as her sheared face reformed itself.

A perplexed Megatron, who had observed this entire ordeal, looked down at the figure who came to his aid and watched as he too got back onto his feet, revealing himself to be Durge. The Gen'Dai bounty hunter then quickly formed an energy shield on his left arm to deflect a magical blast from Salem before grabbing a chained flail, spikes deploying themselves and swinging it at Salem's face. The attack managed to nearly tear the avatar's bottom jaw clean off, only for it to heal itself before she shot another tendril that ensnared Durge, forcing him to drop his weapon.

"Do you really think your toys will be able to stop me, bounty hunter?" Salem questioned.

"No...but they do make for a damn good diversion," Durge answered.

Before the Queen of the Grimm could even wonder what he was talking about, a bright light suddenly burst from behind the avatar, causing it to scream in agony before melting out of existence, all the while both Durge and Megatron were forced to shield their eyes. Once the light faded, the now freed Durge saw the one who was responsible: The Sorceress, her staff glowing with the powerful mystical energies of Eternia on her side. Upon seeing the nature of his saviors, Megatron, obviously wanting answers, approached them.

"My, it seems this day is just full of surprises, isn't it?" he dryly remarked, earning both Durge and the Sorceress' attention. "Explain yourselves."

"We hail from alternate dimensions, Megatron," the Sorceress explained. "As was the being you just did battle with."

"And what exactly was this being?" Megatron inquired.

"A witch by the name of Salem," the Sorceress answered. "She is waging a shadow war across the entire Multiverse, hunting relics and weapons that may pose a threat to her."

"That would explain why she was after the Dark Star Saber," Megatron surmised. "But like others who vied for the power this blade possesses, it would seem her attempt was futile. And now that this 'Salem' is no more, you two best be on your way while I still allow it."

The former Decepticon warlord turned to leave, but as he was walking away from the duo, Durge noticed the expression on the Sorceress's face and sighed in irritation.

"I know that look," he stated. "But I doubt this guy's services can be bought like mine and the others."

"No...but I think there is something he'll gain by joining us," the Sorceress replied.

The guardian of Castle Grayskull then used her wings to fly towards Megatron, catching up to him before hovering herself in front of his face. This prompted the failed tyrant to stop and snarl at the winged humanoid in his way.

"That wasn't Salem you fought," the Sorceress revealed. "It was an avatar. A manifestation she controlled from the safety of her universe."

Megatron raised a mechanical eyebrow upon hearing this revelation.

"Not unlike Unicron," he pointed out.

"Exactly," the Sorceress responded. "And she's not going to give up the Dark Star Saber so easily. In fact, because you bested her and her Creatures of Grimm, she'll return with larger numbers and more powerful beasts at her beckon again, and again, and again, and again, until she gets what she wants."

"Let her," Megatron growled. "The chaos bringer himself could not slay me, nor will this witch you speak of."

"Wouldn't it be better though to bring the fight back to her?" the Sorceress challenged. "I've been putting together a team as I've chased Salem and her minions throughout the Multiverse. One that might be able to turn the tides in our favor and put an end to this secret war of hers. And I want you to be a part of that team, Megatron. Join us."

The Sorceress inwardly prayed that her words made it through to the former villain, hoping he would be able to help her not only thwart Salem but also save Adora's life. But after hearing her offer, Megatron retaliated by glaring his red optics right at the member of the Cosmic Council before averting his gaze from her altogether.

"You speak as though I am some kind of hero...and you are sorely mistaken if you believe that," he stated. "I would seek out Optimus Prime instead, if I were you."

"Your sins were great, Megatron, that I can't deny," the Sorceress responded. "But that doesn't mean you can't make amends for them. For if Salem succeeds in her quest, all of existence will be shrouded in eternal darkness, including Cybertron. Stop her, and you can become what you've always strived to be...Cybertron's savior."

The former gladiator of Kaon silently took the Sorceress's words in the instant she finished speaking. She was certainly right in that regard. Everything he had ever done, the energon he had spilled, the bonds he had broken, the destruction he had spread, was all for Cybertron and its people. And now, destiny seemed to offer him another chance to truly save his world and its inhabitants from the brink of extinction. And upon reaching that conclusion, his answer was fairly obvious.

"Very well then," he said. "Lead the way."

UNIVERSE #32010

"Please?"

"No."

"Oh, c'mon, Akame, just a couple of rounds?!"

"No, Leone."

"One round?"

"When is it ever just one round with you?"

"...Touché."

Deep within a forest of trees, Akame and Leone had begun the long journey back to Night Raid's hideout on foot. The duo had recently completed a mission involving the assassination of a high-ranking official in the Empire and managed to get away without any witnesses...or at least, any living witnesses. As they continued their trek, Leone, itching to celebrate, wanted to hit one of the Capital's local pubs, only for her friend to shoot those ambitions down instantly.

"You do realize, also, that my face is plastered on wanted posters all across the city, right?" Akame questioned, stoic as ever.

"Well, I could probably whip you up a quick disguise," Leone suggested.

"You'd really risk compromising us all for the sake of getting drunk?" Akame asked.

"...Point taken," Leone sighed in disappointment.

"Good," Akame responded before focusing on the road ahead. "We should probably head back quickly before the boss gets-"

Suddenly, Leone noticed something shifting in the trees, her gold eyes widening slightly, as she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hm? What is it, Leon-?" Akame asked.

"Get back!" Leone shouted.

Without warning, the wielder of Lionelle quickly tackled Akame out of the path of someone who had lunged down towards the duo from the trees. Upon landing, the figure was revealed to be Tyrian, giggling with psychotic glee with both The Queen's Servants and his stinger ready to gut Akame to collect his queen's prize.

"Wh-What the hell?!" Leone exclaimed as she and Akame quickly got back on their feet. "Were we followed?!"

"Ah, the infamous One Cut Killer," Tyrian said to Akame, almost as if he was completely ignoring Leone's presence. "Big fan of your work, even if it is a bit too...clean, for my tastes."

"Who are you?" Akame demanded. "Were you sent by the Empire to kill us?"

"Oh, I'm certainly here to kill you, child, but not for the Empire," Tyrian corrected. "No, heh heh, her Grace demands that sword of yours, and what the Queen wants, she gets!"

"Yeah? Well, tell her royal bitchness that Murasame isn't for grabs!" Leone shouted. "Lionelle transform!"

With those words spoken and the power of the Teigu on her belt at her command, Leone's short, blonde hair extended as a pair of feline ears formed on the top of her head, her hands transformed into a pair of lion-like claws, and a tail formed from her back. The instant her bestial mode was finished forming, the assassin of Night Raid punched her right fist into her open palm as a sign of aggression. However, Tyrian simply laughed at the effort, much to Leone's ire.

"Well, it seems like I'm becoming more of a cat person by the second!" he darkly jested.

"You're not a target of ours, so I'm only going to say this once," Akame said as she grasped the hilt of her sheathed blade. "Leave now, and we won't pursue you. You don't have to die today."

"Hmm, tempting, but I'm afraid there's only one way this is going to end," Tyrian countered as he readied his arm blades. "Oh, and don't worry, pussycat, I'll be sure to pay you a visit to collect Lionelle as well. Though, I think I'll stop by your little cabin in the woods first."

The two members of Night Raid's eyes widened in horror as they realized that their hideout had been compromised.

"Oh no..." Leone whispered to herself.

"Oh, who to kill next, who to kill?" Tyrian asked himself as he placed a finger on his chin. "Maybe I'll start with that little brat with Pumpkin? Or perhaps the boy with Cross Tail?"

A sudden gasp of realization then escaped the psychotic Faunus' lips.

"Oh, I know!...I'll tear the corpse of that country boy right out of Incursio."

Hearing this caused Leone to grind her teeth and practically snarl in contempt.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she yelled, lunging herself with great speed towards Tyrian.

However, as she neared Tyrian, who began to cackle maniacally at his enemy's response, he proceeded to leap upward to avoid the charging lion-woman, though not without using his tail to trip her. This caused the startled Leone to tumble several feet into a tree, toppling it over it upon impact. Still in the air, Tyrian positioned himself towards Akame and descended towards her, the swordswoman using her thumb to free Murasame from its sheath.

"Eliminate!" she declared before swiping her blade across Tyrian's torso.

After taking the full force of Murasame's deadly blade, Tyrian landed feet-first behind Akame, who turned to witness her enemy fall like so many others. But seconds passed without any black markings coating the Faunus' skin. And rather than coughing out blood, the pawn of Salem chuckled darkly as he turned to face Akame...revealing no wound anywhere on his exposed torso. Though she managed to hide it well, inside, Akame was beyond shocked at the sight of someone resisting the cursed poison of her Teigu. She wasn't the only one, though. For Leone, who had picked herself back up, witnessed this too, and upon seeing Tyrian unscathed, her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"It didn't even scratch him!" she stated.

Taking advantage of his opponent's state, Tyrian pointed both of his weapons, ready to shoot Akame down. However, Leone's heightened sense of smell picked up something from behind him.

"Akame, he's not alone!" she called out.

Hearing this prompted Tyrian's sinister grin to drop as he listened closely, just barely hearing a branch snapping. He quickly turned just in time to see Catra pouncing from atop a tree, claws ready to tear Tyrian to pieces. Having managed to detect this, Tyrian quickly lept backward to avoid Catra's surprise attack, causing the former Force Captain to land on all fours next to Akame.

"Thanks, blabbermouth!" she irritably shouted at Leone.

"Impossible!" a flabbergasted Tyrian exclaimed. "How could you have possibly followed me he-?!"

His sentence was cut short, however, by Acxa dashing from a shrub and ramming the end of her rifle right at his right cheek. He stumbled backward slightly as a chunk of his aura was taken, only for several clones of Hekapoo to jump from the surrounding tree branches to try and pile on top of him. Tyrian reacted just in time by swinging his blades at them, decapitating each and every one of them, only for the sound of several trees toppling over to catch him off guard. He turned towards the source of the sound and saw Krang in his android body approaching him, the real Hekapoo sitting atop the robotic body's shoulder.

"Your little joyride across the Multiverse ends here, freak!" the interdimensional creature inside declared.

Realizing he was completely outmatched, Tyrian made a run for it through the woods, already planning on ambushing Akame another time for her weapon. But those thoughts were dashed by several shotgun shells hitting him from his left, causing him to cry out in pain as he fell to his side and his aura depleted. Again, the sound of trees falling over ringed in his eardrums, but as he turned, he saw not Krang approaching him, but Megatron, with the Sorceress and Durge hovering beside him. Bellow them was Trevor and Erron, the cowboy holding the shotgun that hit the scorpion-Faunus.

"That's as far as you go," Black said.

As if that wasn't enough, Tyrian saw that coming from his right was Catra, Hekapoo, Krang, and Acxa running towards him. Knowing he was fighting a losing battle, Tyrian began to hyperventilate in fear, not due to his opponents, but at the thought of returning to Salem empty-handed. Despite this, he still grabbed his pair of dimensional scissors from one of his back pockets and used them to tear a hole into the ground, resulting in him falling through.

"NO!" Catra screamed.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, but the instant she reached where Tyrian once was, the portal closed, allowing Adora's attacker to get away once again. Tears welling in her eyes, Catra could do nothing but slam her fist upon the ground, all while Hekapoo observed the second team that pursued Tyrian, groaning to herself upon seeing one in particular.

"Oh, wonderful," she thought. "Now SHE'S gotten involved too."

And in the middle of all this, a slack-jawed Leone and a blank Akame arrived on the scene, taking in the insanity that had just happened.

"...On second thought, maybe I will join you for a drink, Leone," Akame admitted.