"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting," muttered Verath, shaking his head in
disbelief at what Dynast had done.
"Yeah, really," Xelfan12 agreed, as they looked through the darkness, which
they'd already adjusted to, at the thousands of vile prep/salespeople that
looked back at them in anticipation. "What kind of sick bastard would resort
to something like this, even to get unlimited power?"
Xelkitti still held her death scissors tightly in her hand. The endless
blades glistened threateningly, each sharp as an axe worthy of a god. "Still,
this does provide an excellent opportunity for mindless slaughter. I mean,
that WAS the original point of this entire story."
Xelfan12 suddenly grinned widely at Verath. "Hey, Verath, speaking of the
beginning of the story, whatever happened to changing your name to something
'later' so that it didn't sound like crap?"
Verath narrowed his eyes. "Hey, shut up! I've actually grown to like this
name! It's a cool name, right, counterparts?"
Gaaz and Saej glanced at each other, and then burst out laughing. Verath
was starting to get seriously pissed off.
"Look," Xelkitti said, gesturing to the appoaching thousands in the huge
room that seemed to stretch all around endlessly. "It looks like the slaughter,
I mean, fight, is about to begin, so you'd better get out your weapons."
Verath nodded, and he pulled out his Death Pistols, spinning them around
coolly, and setting the powder to "Magic". He aimed the weapon at one point
among the endless preps/salespeople, and pulled the Death trigger. Instantly,
dozens of the things exploded in bloody messes, confusing the others as
they struggled to adapt to the situation. Verath smiled widely. "This is
going to be a GREAT combination..."
Meanwhile, Gaaz and Saej appeared to have their own counterpart versions
of the original weapons. Gaaz's pistols shot lightning, and could either
be set to shoot as a strong type of electrocuting lightning physical bullet,
or lightning as an elemental. Saej's pistols could either fire bullets made
of ice, or also shoot the elemental to freeze his opponents. Both sets of
pistols had Death triggers as well...
Xelfan12 drew his organic sheep's stomach filled with marbles, which is
quite hard to do. Again, he cursed his luck that he was not co-authoring
when his weapon was written about. He willed the thing to become a spear,
and he instantly had a perfectly long, pointy spear, jagged with extra knives
sticking out. He smiled in satisfaction.
"We might not have actually battled these things before," Gaaz spoke for
him and Saej, "but we felt the joy from when Verath killed them."
"It's time to have some fun," Saej agreed.
The enemies began to rush toward them in endless swarms, wielding checkbooks
and schedules and contracts. Far above them, almost in another reality,
Dynast's cold laughter cold be heard in the distance.
"So, uh," one salesperson asked, when they got within hearing range. "Are
we supposed to fight or something? Or would you like to buy a washing machine
with an expired warranty?"
"I'm a prep and I'm proud," spoke up someone else.
Xelfan12, Xelkitti, Verath, Saej, and Gaaz exchanged glances, and then the
battle began.
Xelfan12 raced along the outer perimeter of the enemies for a bit, savoring
how slow they responded and how surprised they were when they even saw him.
"This is SO much better than the last prep battle," he chuckled to himself.
"Especially since there's so many more preps and no rules at all. And the
salespeople as well... Dynast is going to pay dearly."
He jumped up in the air, flipping himself twice before starting to fall
head-first toward the endless groups of Dynast's minions. They looked up,
surprised, and Xelfan12 pierced his spear right through one of their heads,
and then launched off the support, ripping his weapon back out, and whipping
it all around to kill many more as he landed neatly on his feet once more.
He willed the sheep's stomach to become an axe, and it responded to his
requests. He swung around in a 360 arc, beheading anyone standing too close.
One of the stupider preps tried feebly to come at him with his fists. Xelfan12
turned his weapon into a yo-yo surrounded by knives just for this special
treatment, and as the other preps watched in horror, whipped his hand out
to send the yo-yo flying straight into the opposing prep's chest. The prep
gasped in alarm as Xelfan12 pulled back on the weapon, causing the yo-yo's
knives to spin and cut the prep's insides until the yo-yo was close enough
that he made it stop. He smiled at the prep, and reveled in how much his
opponent squirmed. The yo-yo continued to spin relentlessly. "But... why?"
the prep asked in desperation. "Why hurt me? Why kill me? I'm so... so...
preppie..." Xelfan12 grinned widely. "That's why you die." He pushed the
prep back out, and then did many more yo-yo tricks, whipping the prep around
until he was cut to shreds, and then willed the weapon to become a mace,
rushing through the crowd to kill many more. He was really enjoying himself.
Xelkitti was having tons of fun with her death scissors. About 50 preps
had formed a huge circle around her, and once in a while a couple would
rush at her in a frantic attempt to do some damage with whatever weapons
they happened to have. Xelkitti either just thrust her weapon straight out
to gorge the enemy delightfully in response, or, if she was feeling particularly
sadistic, even use the things as normal scissors, causing thousands of different
deaths, and, consequently, making the death thousands of times more painful.
She folded the scissors into its boomerang pattern, throwing it outward
into the circle of preps, and then controlling her weapon so that it cut
off at least one limb of every prep standing around her. The weapon came
back into her hands, not a trace of blood on it. Xelkitti smiled with content
as the preps began to groan in pain. "I'll put you out of your misery,"
she stated, and ran forward to the closest prep, using the cutting motion
on his body in general, and causing him to die painfully. She whipped out
a couple of the poisonous darts on her scissors, throwing them to the other
side of the circle, each one striking a target that collapsed in convulsions
and then died. The darts shot back into her weapon, and she went back to
her assault. She removed one of the enchanted knives from her scissors,
stabbing the preps as she went along and cursing them for eternity. She
threw poison knives at random into the crowd. Xelkitti had broken free of
the circle and was now mindlessly killing with pleasure. The knives shot
back into her scissors perfectly, and she brandished her weapon with the
highest possible expertise. "Salespeople, you're next," she whispered with
joy.
Verath, Gaaz, and Saej were having the time of their lives in their own
part of the battle. Even though each was weaker than the original combined
version of themselves, their attacks were incredibly wide-ranged, and besides,
the preps and salespeople were too weak for it to matter much about power,
anyway. "These are Dynast's 'new creations'?" laughed Verath. "I could kill
all of these preps in my sleep!" "Same goes for the people who try to sell
you stuff," Gaaz agreed, as he shot one enemy to death painfully with lots
of electric bullets using the normal trigger. "They're called 'salespeople',
dumbass," Saej corrected politely. "Whoa," Verath grinned, looking at a
distinct crowd coming toward them. "This should be fun." About 300-500 preps/salespeople
were dashing towards them, perhaps after they'd made some kind of pact.
"Say," Gaaz asked, as the enemies drew closer, "Are these people each a
prep AND a salesperson, or are some of the preps, and some of them salespeople?"
Verath pondered for a second, and then shrugged. "I don't know or care.
At all. I kill them too fast to find out if they have both character attributes,
anyway." At once, they were swept into battle as the enemies pounced on
them. In the sense that they came within killing distance and then wondered
what to do. Verath smiled, pulling the normal trigger for fast killing,
and then pulling the death trigger when he wanted to see a really large
explosion. Preps left and right were engulfed in flames, screaming for mercy.
Verath drew his sword, holding the point right before a prep's neck. The
prep trembled in fear. "All right, now I-" "Hey, wait," Saej interrupted.
"You don't have a sword, remember?" Verath pondered this for a second, and
then muttered, "Oh, crap," as his sword disappeared in a flash of logic.
"Damn, I should REALLY also get a sword. Now I've gotta blow stuff up to
make myself feel better." Immediately, he set the dial to Magic and pulled
the death trigger over and over, sending up dust clouds many feet high.
Saej heightened the fun by turning all the preps and salespeople to statues
of ice, and then shattering the ice figures by shooting the ice bullets.
When he really wanted some fun, he pulled the death trigger to cover several
dozen enemies with ice at the same time, resulting in easy kills. Gaaz,
in the meantime, mainly just liked to pull the death trigger for elemental
lightning. Whenever he did so, a huge storm cloud would appear over the
enemies, channeling each pistol's energy to electrocute many enemies at
once in a painful surge of 80,000,000 volts. "I LOVE this death trigger!"
Gaaz exclaimed, holding his pistols foldly. As a group, the three of them
destroyed the enemies in no time.
The five of them managed to meet again as they were battling, and as the
thousands of enemies became hundreds, one thing was clear. "These 'new creations'
are even bigger wimps than those original preps we fought," Xelfan12 commented
bluntly. "Stupid Dynast."
Verath fired some more shots into the crowd, and Xelkitti still whipped
out more knives. "Yeah, we've pretty much killed everyone," Verath agreed.
"Let's finish all of them," Xelfan12 offered.
Xelkitti's eyes lit up. "That's definitely a good idea..."
"Gaaz! Saej!" Verath called, catching his counterparts' attention. "We're
gonna finish them all off with one shot!"
Although no one spoke up about what to do, each knew what combination would
easily destroy the entire room and everything in it, as well as possibly
Dynast's entire territory. They began the chant, the five of them speaking
simultaneously in an amazing surge of power. The preps and salespeople cowered
now, no longer in confusion, but in fear.
"Darkness beyond twilight, crimson beyond blood that flows," they chorused.
"Buried in the stream of time is where your power grows. I pledge myself
to conquer, all the foes who stand, before the mighty gift bestowed in my
unworthy hand. Let the fools who stand before me me destroyed... by the
power you and I possess... DRAGON...SLAVE!"
A colossal ball of combined energy behind imagination surged toward an indefinite
point in the distance as the five companions watched it with pride and curiosity.
This was followed by an immeasurable explosion, destroying anything remotely
close... And then all turned to black.