Striking a pose just as the burning energy of the crimson blast made contact with his being, Peppino was successfully able to parry Giganto's beam in time to redirect it back at its massive head, allowing for his friends to be spared completely of the mecha's destructive attack. Unfortunately for Peppino and his allies, the ground beneath them had been terraformed into a pool of molten lava, and thus all of them fell into the burning pool of fire almost immediately. "EYAAAAAOAOAOAOW!" Peppino screamed with a cartoonish look of pain on his face, as the bottom of his pants were set ablaze; resulting in him and the others who shared his fate to be launched out of the molten lava with their asses on fire.
Cackling with a sadistic tone through his voice module, Giganto was completely unscathed by the Italian chef's parried attack; allowing it to fully enjoy the sight of seeing its opponents running around the ground, while the Subspace Army took potshots at them. "You're out of your league here, Peppino! This body is made out of adamantium alloy and weaved together by the magnetism of photonic crystals... I'd LOVE to see you TRY to even leave a scratch on this chassis, you Italian bastard!" Giganto gloated with an amused tone, as it watched through its eyeless sensors as Peppino was forced to fight against the soldiers and ninjas that were trying to overwhelm him with their close-combat prowess.
"That is… If you can even survive my army, that is… Oh?! Well, how about that?! Spamton G. Spamton! What are YOU doing here?!" Giganto asked with a sarcastic tone of bewilderment within its exaggerated voice, as it knelt down on one knee; shaking the ground once again, and causing it to fracture as it reached down to grab a hold of the short salesbot.
Seeing the massive thirty-meter sized metal hand reaching down toward him, Spamtom let out a panicked shrieked k as he quickly finished snuffing out the fire from his bottom. "HOLY [[CUNGADERO]]!" The salesbot cried out, as he immediately turned tail while firing his pipis at Giganot's looming claws; doing nothing to slow down the mecha's hand, as it scooped up the ground from underneath his small, pointed feet. "DEAR GOD IN [Sweden]! [My valued associates], [It Appears As Though I Am In Dire Need Of] HEEELLLPPPP!"
Hearing Spamton's cries for help, Ren was somersaulting underneath the blade of a ninja when he spun around with his black dagger and pistol held up. Skidding across the ground on his back, the young Japanese man was able to use his dagger to parry the other ninja's blade-like arm, before firing several rounds into its triangular face-panel; causing it to fall back on its back, with a smoking hole where its optic sensors had once been. "Spamton-San…!" Ren muttered with a stressed tone in his voice, as he rolled back up on his feet before sending his persona after the salesbot.
Soaring through the sky, Arsene was needing to utilize his keen spacial awareness and agile movements, as he bobbed and weaved through the beams of crimson plasma and energy projectiles being fired up at him from the Subspace Army's ground forces. "Remain calm, Monsieur Spamtom! Help is on thy way!" Arsene reassured, as he ascended through the air until he got close enough for Giganto to notice him.
"A FILTHY FRENCHIE IN MYYYY ETERNAL HEAVEN?! OH, HO HO HO! I DON'T THINK SO, YOU BAGUETTE-EATING CREETEN!" Giganto shouted through its voice module, as it quickly raised its massive arm in the air before swinging its claw down toward Arsene, as though he were swatting a flying insect. Despite being faster than light, the persona was unable to dodge the immeasurable speed that Pizzahead's new mecha was capable of.
"M-MON DIEUUUUUUU!" Arsene shouted in both shock and agony, as his corporal form vanished from how hard he had been smacked in mid-air.
"BON-VOYAGE, INTO LE TRASH!" Giganto cackled insultingly, before turning its attention toward the terrified salesbot, who stood on top of the mound of dirt it had piled up in its massive palm. "Mr. Spamton… What else is there to say, other than "thank you"?" The mecha mused with a sudden familiarity in its voice, causing all of those who were battling the Subspace Army below to turn their attention up at where the salesbot was being held. "You've done well bringing Peppino where I wanted him… And for that, you've earned yourself another pay day."
Unable to see anything in detail, all Peppino and his friends could do in that moment was feel a creeping sense of betrayal wash over them as Giganto hovered its free palm over Spamton. Holding Kobeni's unconscious body over one shoulder, Chef Kawasaki felt his heart being torn apart as he along with everyone else suddenly were hit with the realization of what happened. "S-S… S-Spamton…? But… B-But why…?!" The orange-blob asked with tears forming in his eyes, as he and everyone else watched as the salesbot poked its head over Giganto's palm to stare down at them with a wide-smile across his stark-white face.
"HAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAE! [You Absolute Buffoons], DID YOU [Total Jackasses] ACTUALLY THINK I'D HELP YOU PUT THINGS BACK [$2.99] HOW THEY WERE BEFORE I GOT SO MUCH [No Man Should Have All That Power]?! WHY THE [Hell] WOULD [Your Ol' Pal] WANT [$2.99] DO THAT?!" Spamton asked mockingly with a tone of superiority in his voice, as he continued to laugh hysterically at the looks of anger and betrayal written all over those who he had falsely allied himself with.
"[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997] WAS [Selling And Trading] [Used] GARBAGE OUT OF A [! #$]ING DUMPSTER, BEFORE PIZZAHEAD ASSIMILATED MY UNIVERSE INTO THE [Under New Management] [Divine Automatic Recording Device]! For Once In My [Reborn] Life, I'm An Actual [BIG-SHOT] Now!" Spamton declared victoriously, as he looked over toward Peppino, who was staring back at him with a furious expression on his mustached face. "HEY [Italian Man]! GUESS YOUR [Counter-Intuitive] MORALS DON'T MEAN JACK [! #$], DO THEY?! HAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAEHAE!"
"Piccolo pugnalato alle spalle— Why you little BACKSTABBER…! I-a SAVED you when you-a were going to-a get executed, and THIS-A is how you-a repay me?!" Peppino demanded with his entire skin becoming crimson with fury, as his aggressive question was met with more laughter from both Giganto and Spamton.
Tearing through the bodies of several primids using her ability to rocket-propel herself through the air, Neco-Arc glared menacingly at Spamton as she landed next to Peppino's side. "NAGAYA! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGER ON YOU!" The cartoonish cat-girl shouted scornfully, as she pulled out a rocket launcher from the waistband of her skirt; taking immediate aim at the salesbot, before pressing down on the trigger; shooting out a guided missile that was easily intercepted by Giganto, who flicked it away like it was a pebble. "... Nya, shit…" Neco-Arc muttered with a wide-eyed expression on her face, as she tossed the emptied launcher aside before taking out her trusty baseball bat instead.
Filled with Italian rage and the need for retribution, Peppino's body was beginning to glow brighter than any star imaginable; causing everyone on the battlefield to suddenly stop what they were doing, to give their undivided attention to the chef himself. "Oh [Sweet Child Of Mine]...!" Spamton muttered anxiously under his breath, as he took cover behind one of Giganto's massive clawed fingers; taking to the fetal position, as the entire reality marble was filled with the smithing power from one of Peppino's strongest super taunts.
Leaping up in the air, Peppino confidently struck the signature "Sonic Adventure'' pose; his hands in the form of finger guns, as he remained suspended in air as the robots and primids around him were instantly vaporized into photonic particles; clearing away the Subspace Army, and even the fog that had been lingering since Saber's arrival. Even Giganto, with its near indestructible chassis, was hit hard enough by Peppino's super taunt that it stumbled backwards as the Italian energy it felt coursing through its entire body made its Adamantium exo-skeleton crack on the inside. "GWAH!? W-What the Hell was that…?!" Giganto asked in a confused and cautious tone, as it covered its face with its free arm before leaping several kilometers backwards; creating a large gap between him and Peppino. "I refuse to once again underestimate what that Italian bastard's capable of… Spamton! Help me kill Peppino and his little crappy friends, and I'll double your Pizza Points!"
"[Double Or Nothing]?! What A [Deal, Or No Deal]!" Spamton quipped with dollar signs in his blackened eyes, as he waited for the white-light of Peppino's super taunt to fade away, before springing to action. "[Heaven] Awaits [My Esteemed Associates]...! BEHOLD, THE POWER OF [NEO]!" Spamton shouted with a maddened look on his face, as he tore off his clothes; flashing Giganto with his bare ass cheeks, before the salesbot activated his true form.
From the distance, Ren lowered his arms down after having shielded his eyes from Peppino's super taunt, and felt dread flooding into his body the moment he and everyone else watched as the small spec that was Spamton leapt out of Giganto's massive hand. "What is he… Oh… Oh, this isn't good," Ren muttered to himself, as he watched as the salesbot's white-glowing silhouette transformed before his eyes; growing larger, and larger, until he was practically the same size as Pizzahead's latest mechanical vessel.
Holding his ladle in one hand, Chef Kawasaki let out a terrified whimper as he gazed up at Spamton, who not only had on a new suit of purple armor that was fitted with two colossal robotic wings, but came equipped with an arm cannon that was the size of a small skyscraper in of itself. "I AM [Becomed] [GIGA SPAMTON]! ALL YOUR [Souls] BELONG TO [Us]" Spamton declared in a thunderous voice; cackling like a psychopath, as he raised his massive hand-cannon up to take aim at Neco-Arc. "Now… It's [My Turn] [$2.99] Pull The [Devil Trigger]!"
Feeling the second seismic quake take place underneath his broken and damaged body, Noise stirred awake as he laid face-down on the grassy spot of the hill he had managed to hold through-out the waves of robots and primids who had tried overwhelming him with their numbers and strength. Accidentally pushing aside his broken minigun and firearms as he extended his arms out, Noise felt his world spinning as he struggled to push himself up off of the ground; getting only a foot up from the grassy patch below, before his arms gave out from underneath his weight.
"W-What in the Hell was that…?" Noise muttered out loud in a trembling voice, getting his breath back, as he began to hear more-and-more explosions in the nearby distance, followed by battle cries and thunderous footsteps. Propping himself on his dirtied elbows, Noise was wincing in pain as he forced himself to lift his head up far enough to see the unnerving sight that awaited him a few kilometers away. "D-Do my friggin' eyes deceive me, or is that… That annoying little robot…!? A… And what sort of L-Lovecraftian machine is that big-bastard fighting alongside…?!"
Motivated to know what in the world was going on in the distance, Noise was grunting in agony as he forced his fatigued and wounded body; pushing himself up on his knees, before reaching into his costume to pull out a pair of binoculars. "O-Okay… Let's see what's going on in those neck of the… W-WAIT! P-PEPPINO?! H-HE'S ALIVE?!" Noise asked aloud; feeling more shocked than in pain, to the point that he completely brushed off the agony his body was in as he stumbled up onto his feet.
Keeping his weathered binoculars up to his bruised and dirt-matted face, Noise felt his heart racing in his chest as he watched from afar as Peppino, Neco-Arc and even Chef Kawasaki were duking it out with the tag-team titans; leaving Ren alone to carry Kobeni, as he began running away for safety with a frustrated and worried expression written on his exhausted-looking face.
Despite the trio of fighters being no pushovers themselves, and seemed to be able to keep up with evading most of the attacks that were being thrown at them— whether it be blasts of volatile energy beams, volleys of pipis, or simply Giganto and Spamton trying to use their colossal appendages to hit them— Noise could tell that it was an overall uphill battle that Peppino and his two other allies weren't winning. "Holy crap, Lois… They're getting their salads tossed out there!" Noise muttered to himself, as he watched as Chef Kawasaki flew backwards the moment he was shot at by three-hundred blue pellets that the salesbot managed to blindside him with.
Unable to watch the losing battle anymore, Noise lowered his binoculars right after he saw Giganto backhand Neco-Arc several hundred kilometers away into the horizon, before flattening Peppino with its pronged leg. "Damn it… It's good news that they're alive and all, but at the rate they're going… N-No… No, I-I ain't gonna screw this up… I-I've gotta do something… I've gotta-"
"-Do what…? Save them?" A familiar voice interrupted him from behind; an authoritative and cold voice that sent a shiver down the costumed man's damaged back.
Silently, Noise limped forward before nearly falling down, as he turned away from the battle in the distance to see none other than Saber herself; her bloodied visor completely off of her healed-face, as not even the bullet wound was no longer present. "Y… You ain't dead…?! H-How…?! I-I planted one right in ya dome…" Noise uttered out with a quiet and confused tone, as he stumbled back the moment Saber began advancing toward him with her sword in hand.
"I am the King of Britain; a Knight of the Round Table… I am blessed by God Himself… One measly bullet isn't going to stop me from completing my holy mission," Saber said with resolve in her voice, as she easily caught up to the panicked man; punching him square in the face, and standing over him with her boot on his chest as she pinned him back down to the ground. "That… And you made the mistake of assuming that servants aren't able to regenerate from wounds… Shall we test whether or not YOU can survive a hole in your head?" Saber asked with a vindictive voice, as she raised her sword above Noise's forehead, while fully intending on scrambling the insides of his brain to a bloodied bulb.
Knowing that he had no chance of fighting off the fallen knight, and that his friends were in dire trouble, Noise decided to do the one thing that he thought he'd never have to do in any sort of confrontation: use his words instead of his hands. "Wait! Wait! Y-You said you were a soldier of God, or something- right?" Noise asked with a panicked voice, and let out a high-pitched yelp the moment he saw the tip of Saber's blade stop within a centimeter of his left eyeball.
Blinking her eyelids with a confused look on her face, Saber narrowed her golden eyes at Noise as she frowned down at him. "Yes… I am a devout follower of God Himself, and it is my mission to prevent Pizzahead from reaching Heaven Itself. And I'll do that, no matter how many lives I must vanquish," Saber said, as she used her other hand to place her palm down on the top of her sword's pommel.
"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! Uhhh…! I-I'm, uh… M-My friends! Uh… Them and I, we wants ta' stop Pizzahead too, and put the whole multiverse back to how used to be! S-So, uh…! W-What if instead of tryin' to kill each other, we just squash this beef and band togetha' to put an end to whatever the hell you just said that Pizzahead was tryin' to do!" Noise suggested with a pleading look on his face, as Saber stared back at him with an unreadable expression on her pale face.
"... And why should I place my faith in the little degenerate who shot me in the head ten minutes prior to him begging for an alliance?" Saber asked with a cynical voice, and appeared to have made up her mind as Noise noticed the murderous glare she was giving him. "No… No, I don't think I shall be bestowing any sort of mercy upon you or your evil-doers. He who lives by the sword-...?"
"-Dies by the sword… Right? That's how that verse goes? Sorry if I got that one wrong; I never paid attention to whatever bullshit the "Order of the Sword" was trying to sell around Fortuna." A sarcastic male voice asked from behind her, which prompted the fallen knight to turn around with her sword raised toward the red trench-coat wearing man with white-silvery lockets of hair.
No longer paying any mind to the costumed man who was trying to quietly crawl away from her, Saber's battle-sense made it blatantly obvious that the middle aged man standing who was standing lackadaisical across from her was far more powerful than anyone else she had fought within Peppino's group. "... What an unholy presence you have, vile scourge… Even that disgusting weapon you wield radiates with darkness that could have only been forged from the fires of Hell itself."
"PFFFFT…! Haha, ah ha! Holy crap, that was hella dramatic! You must be the life of the party anywhere you go, lady! Wow…! With the way you carry yourself and your words, you and my asshole brother would get along just fine," the grizzled man said with a wide-smile across his face, as he raised the hand he was using to hold one silver pistol with to wipe away a tear of joy from the corner of his eye. "Anyway… Yeah, you aren't too far off from the truth about how I got around to getting my hands on this bad boy... Pretty sick-ass sword, right? I even named it after myself, like most assholes do whenever they do something remotely cool!"
Watching cautiously with an invisible barrier created between her and the mysterious man several meters away from her, Saber felt uneasy as she watched him practice a few half-assed swings with his two-handed sword that he was effortlessly wielding with just one hand. "Begone, vile demon! For I have no quarrel with you; at least not when God's domain is at risk!" Saber said with a righteous voice, to which made the man chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Hell yeah, I totally think fighting you would be a waste of time and effort! So let's just… Skip all that bullcrap, and get to the part where we make niceties, sing some kumbaya by the campfire, and crack a couple of cold ones by the beach? Doesn't that sound WAY better than me kicking your ass back to the Throne?" The man half-jokingly mused with his grin still present, as he let out a sigh before clearing his throat. "Erm… But no, seriously… Stand aside, so I can rescue that nerd who took too long to deliver the chaos emerald to ol' Eggman."
'... At least he knows when to put an end to the pointless jokes that he makes,' Saber thought to herself, as she remained standing with a thoughtful look on her face. 'He seems far more competent than any of these fools who I've come across… Despite being of demonic origin, I sense… No evil within him… And… And even if I were to cross blades with him, then I'd just be wasting time… Time that would have been better spent stopping Pizzahead…'
With how unlucky he had been before whenever he had tried previously to talk his way out of a fight, the grizzled man had been fully anticipating that he would have to fight against one of the most powerful servants from the Throne. So it came to him as a genuine surprise when he saw Saber lowering her sword, while relaxing her shoulders as she dropped her battle stance.
"... This Dr. Robotnick I've heard of… What is his plan to stop Pizzahead from reaching Heaven?" Saber asked with a cautious tone, as she was still keeping her wits together as she locked eyes with the man across from her.
Letting out a quiet chuckle, the grizzled man smirked to himself as he took a soft breath in. "Oh? Like… You're for real about not wanting to fight me? Like… Like really?!"
"I've yet to pledge my allegiance to your cause; I am merely bestowing you an opportunity to convince me why our goals align with one another," Saber clarified, as she watched the man roll his eyes at the way she was talking to him. "There aren't many who would know what a "servant" is… And there are even fewer who know about the Throne… You show promise, demon; do not disappoint me."
"... WOW! You and freakin' Vergil would HELLA be besties- GODDAMN!" The man quipped with zero sarcasm in his voice, as he lowered his large sword while chuckling to himself as Saber narrowed her eyelids once again in his direction.
"... I ask that you refrain from using the Lord's name in vain," Saber requested with a low tone in her voice; making it very abundant to the man who she was talking with that she didn't take kindly to what he had casually said.
"Uh… Okay? Sure, whatever… Speaking of names, let's do that to break the ice, shall we?" The man suggested, before making his way over to the uneasy woman to stick his fingerless-gloved hand out. "Name's Dante, what's yours, My Lady?"
Tensing up as she forced herself to cast away her paranoia to grab a hold of Dante's hand, Saber shook it as firmly as she could before letting go of him. "I'm… Arthoria. Artoria Pendragon: Rightful King of Britain, and Knight of the Round Table."