Star's Allies Chapter 24 - Rabid Ravaging Risks, a kirby fanfic

Star's Allies

Chapter 24 - Rabid Ravaging Risks

The six quickly dove in all directions, splitting up on accident. Termina wasted no time and jumped them again, as blue flashes made themselves clear as attacks, evident on their shining hue and their speed, arcing through the sky (or was it space?) effortlessly.

"Partizanne!"

"Hai. On it," Partizanne lazily called out. A second later, she let out a bloodthirsty growl and held the trigger close in her hand.

The sisters brought out their multiple ranged weapons, as they fired their respective elements as the bird god and yet it was for naught as the streams went wide.

"Ah… were I a lower life form, I would yell 'chaos, chaos'. Sad that you won't see that. Despite my appearance and status, I do have a sense of humour."

Magolor fired back, dark filling the airspace as white came briefly after from a scrambling Taranza.

The quite literal raven of a god streamed past them, flying at speeds too high to follow up, as those who could attack fired somewhat aimlessly, trying to predict the pattern, the path that the god might take.

"Cripes!" Taranza jumped, as a black feather grazed by his many arms. "Well,

that did-"

"Taranza?" Flamberge checked.

Taranza stumbled. His eyes shone a dull sheen, as he sloppily walked. A ball of light was flung to the fiery witch.

"What the-"

Dead on, the attack connected, as Flamberge was flung some meters away.

"Hey, hey hey hey!" Francisca exclaimed. That was a no no, a definite no-brainer move…!

"Snap outta it!" the littlest sister went, as she raised her hand and slapped the arachnid, slamming his face onto the ground below.

"Eh- uh, huh?"

Blinking a few times, Taranza groggily looked up.

"Huh…?"

Magolor caught on to the effect of the blackness. "Tch! Looks like that wasn't for show after all. Yikes…"

Magolor ducked as Termina's left wing nearly clipped his head, and rambled on. "Don't get hit! He'll turn you against us!"

"So easy for you, mister!" Zan Partizanne haughtily said.

"Well- hm."

A barrage of fire came from a bruised Flamberge minutes later though, and they got back into fighting condition.

"SUPPRESSING FIRE!" came Dedede's announcement.

"NO NEED TO YELL THAT LOUD, YOU DOLT!" Susie immediately fired back at the poor king.

"YOU'RE DEAF ANYWAY, IT WOULDN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!"

"HAAAAAH! YOU DARE INSINUATE-"

Magolor sweatdropped hearing that ring out from that ship.

Another volley of attacks, and Magolor really wanted to open black holes and be done with it.

Termina was way too strong, his armor too defensive. No cracks, too.

Which is why he'll use a draining magic which'll knock the wind out of him, and probably cripple the god. So that's exactly what he did.

"I'm firing the black hole!"

Flamberge sighed as she readied another stream of hot fire into the air. Responding, she snarked. "Sure, sure. Collapse the next second, yeah?"

"That's always been his plan mate, ever since the start! I know Magolor now at least long enough to see his multiple rash attempts at winning!"

"Oi, oi! I'm the calm and collected one, and you want to pull that card on me? Serious-"

Magolor was dragged up by the wing.

"Oh. Wait." Taranza thought about that scene for a minute. Processing it in his brain, he could conclude-

"Holy shit, the fuck!?"

The magician that was Magolor was swept up by his abdomen straight up by this abomination of a god.

"Damn. He's got guts. I appreciate that," Flamberge commented.

"Do you gals seriously not care at all?"

Zan Partizanne guffawed. "Ha! You think?"

"Er, I care!" came a passionate reply from Francisca. "Ah, thanks," was the morose and offbeat reply to the reply.

…

Magolor fired his black hole, and lost consciousness as the sea of thoughts overtook him.

Termina screeched, his left wing gone, leaving a clean spherical cut remaining.

With a screech, the god crashed on the ground, his mask opening as he spun out of control, out of the air, revealing a spinning spiral of confusion and madness at his face.

"No, no!"

Struggling to climb back up, Termina blacked out, as his face had fallen, the reflexes stopping, the facade fallen.

Magolor rose from the crash, eyes dull and glazed as the effect had already taken place seconds after the black hole was fired.

A guttural sound came from his throat, as Magolor shot a sea of attacks at the remaining members on the ground.

…

"Well, looks like he took care of it. Okay, thank god," Taranza sighed in relief.

"He's still under the effects of the thing, though. Look at the attacks he's shooting. At… us."

Francisca paled for a minute, and decided that speeding off would be a good idea.

Taranza sighed and went to back her up, bouncing Flamberge and Partizanne off from a set of web he used to trampoline.

With the circus act halfway through, they covered the distance and braved through the attacks.

A few certainly had grazed the flying few, but they remained in vigilance. Francisca, on the other hand, persistently skated and ran, weaving through what is now hundreds of attacks, as she closed in, and in, and in...

Francisca plainly slapped Magolor, forceful and panicky as the balls dissipated around her. Left with a grumbling Magolor, she laughed.

"Terrible, terrible, all of you…"

"Your fault, you ran into trouble willingly," Flamberge countered.

"But you- Fine…"

The six grouped up near the head of the god, the mask now a simple white blank canvas.

"Well, I think we did it."

Taranza laughed. "Yes! We sure did it!"

Magolor narrowed his eyes as soon as Taranza finished his sentence.

"Taranza, what have we mentioned about your luck?"

"...That it's bad?"

The spirally vortex began to suck them; slowly and carefully, before growing into a tornado of power.

"YOU JINXED IT, YOU FOOL!"

"Wauuuu-" Taranza was cut off after he entered the strange vortex.

"No, no no no. No-" Partizanne was next, crumbling in anxiety.

Flamberge eyed the portal, thinking and leaped straight into it.

Francisca followed suit, for she would follow her sisters to the end of the world.

Magolor smiled; smirked, even, as he yelled out a message.

"WE'LL LEAVE WATCH TO YOU! KEEP DOING GREAT!"

It's safe to say he won't be able to speak loudly any time soon.

Croaking, he stopped resisting and let the portal take him.

Inside the mask of the fallen deity, Magolor found himself laying down on a squelchy and sticky substance. Eyes adjusting to the dark lighting, he struggled across the sticky mess. As he walked, his eyes lilted off, side to side, watching as the darkness extended for what seemed like an eternity.

A light flickered in the distance. White light shone, as bright light; as it filled the empty gullet of the beast known as Termina. Small little beats came. Like the ticking of a clock, this sound filled the room. Or was it an endless theatre of madness? Nevertheless, this sound came from nowhere, ticking. Tocking.

More white flashes. Then, Orange-red. A bright twinkle of icy blue. A zap of yellowy-white came. Magolor raised his hand, as a purplish-black miasma came from his hand, trying to signal for the others.

The energies converged, as the colors merged. Red, Blue, Yellow. White. Black.

All towards an unknown direction, as these swirling lights came on and off, ebbing between states as they flew across the gaping darkness. White, Black, White, then Grey. This grey turned to two. White was brought back, making a neon out of the grey, mixing red on one side and blue on the other, as a figure of yellow appeared, looking up at the lights. It spread its wings, and flew off. A black being was all that's left, a shell of what it used to be, screeching in hell as the two red and blue lights closed again, and now all that remains is pink.

The pink happened to be one closer to what Magolor would consider a warm colour rather than the overly intrusive bright red, a soft and velvety sight. A moment later, and the pink moved itself. The Jamba symbol was drawn in the air, pink converging as the darkness faded.

"Hey, Novus here. Could only send one message before all hell goes loose, but anyhoo: I snuck this message into Termina, and you don't want to know how. The message is activated when Termina collapses into what I call separation. You might be seeing that just about… now, but rest assured; it'll be fine, as long as you don't hit the confusion rays. And also-"

The message cut off abruptly, as a blast of wind and light overwhelmed the area, the beating becoming louder, and much like a heart…

Another trial to overcome, eh me?

Magolor shook his head. No, soul. A battle.

Well, it is a trial.

A giant mess of a sack hung from the "ceilings" of the place, with Kirby inside the flesh-mesh of doom, being sucked in at a slow pace.

Immediately, the rays Novus was talking about did indeed pop up, and Magolor dove as the waves overcame the air where his head was just in.

It was useless to dodge, for the wave sped through, leaving Magolor to-

…

Taranza's eyes went glossy.

Francisca's eyes turned glossy.

Flamberge's eyes turned glossy.

Partizanne's eyes changed to-

…