Chapter Twenty Seven: Rest in Bubbles
It was Chalcedony versus the Hand Cluster.
The Temple Gem was formed for two reasons;
One, because it's been a while; and two, it was necessary anyways.
She summoned her spiked mace, going ham on the forced fusion.
Speaking of ham, Azurite went from the back, cutting off the green-gray cloth.
The limbs fell out and scattered on the floor, just flopping around.
The others took those out, bubbling them.
…
The elevator-platform thing finished reaching the top.
Funny how Yellow Diamond ordered the Handd Cluster to just... fall on them.
She turned.
"Welcome to the Sunlight Chamber."
Malachite snorted. "Sunlight? Sunlight is good, you're horrible."
Yellow Diamond clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding against each other.
"I fight for the people of Homeworld. I want to provide them with a safe environment, but with rebels around, that won't happen!"
She glared at all of them. "It ends now."
The room had the color sucked out of it, and falling rocks from the collapsed roof froze.
Yellow Diamond's gem started glowing, shooting lasers at them.
One got Selenite on the ankle, but it wasn't even that hot. It didn't even penetrate skin.
So, if she was this weak, there must be a catch.
She thought these warriors were weak, so she'd take it easy.
That wasn't the case, though, as Malachite and Onyx deflected the lasers using their weapons.
As one hit Yellow Diamond's eye, she growled, summoning a long sword.
She spun, shooting lasers and swords at the same time.
Malachite took the stone he'd received from the Pearl, smashing it in the palm of his hand.
Stomping could be heard, and soon, Gem Warships landed on the roof, Gem warriors flooding out of it.
Downstairs, yelling reverberated across the walls.
Pearls, Howlite, and Serendibite dashed to the elevator, weapons in-hand.
The Howlite started throwing pikes at her.
Malachite and the others let the chaos consume them.
After a moment of destruction and yelling, a tall figure rose from the crowd, wielding a staff and glove.
To him, the Gems were like ants.
Stishovite knocked Yellow Diamond out of the air, the electricity from his staff sending her flying as her hair became frizzy.
Yellow Diamond growled.
"Why must this always happen!"
Chalcedony's mace slammed into her with one hand, while two other hands squeezed her with gauntlets.
Peridot sent robonoids after her, spitting at her limbs, which were now dissolving.
Andesine and Azurite had fused too, so now the derp-faced Smithsonite was pounding at her too.
Selenite sent shards of white crystal flying into her.
A small gem clinked onto the floor.
The room went silent.
The silence was followed by victory cries.
Stishovite bubbled the yellow gem.
The three fusions unfused.
And that was that.
There was no one left to fight; they had won.
This was the end.
But was it really?
Far.
The fight was far from over.