Sandstorm
gave Electrode a look known all too well. It meant to have patience. It meant
that he had no intention of being idle at all. Electrode knew better than to
press his mentor any further on the issue. He just turned his electric gaze at
Stormy and clenched his fists.
“Don’t
blame your friend here.” Stormy sneered. “There’s nothing he can do. Oh, I just
felt that. You just tried to convert the air around me into fire. I’ve been
watching you for far too long. I’m not going to allow that.”
“I was just
checking.” Sandstorm said.
Stormy
suddenly stepped back and swung upward with his enchanted cane. Blacktide took
a direct hit as he tried to tackle the villain and was knocked unconscious.
“And trying
to distract me.” Stormy added. “Now look. Look upon the majesty that is Chaos!
And that’s only his hand!”
The hand of
Chaos presented itself in form larger than the Rotanian flagship. A thousand
men could easily fit in a fingertip of the dark technological wonder they
witnessed. Searchlights spun in random locations and lights shined from all
sorts of locations across its metal surface. Sandstorm never considered the
philosophy that the embodiment of Chaos would be technology. He could see
mounted weaponry attached in hundreds of locations. He couldn’t imagine a
battleship big enough to tickle it, much less scratch it. In all they had faced
so far, this looked to be the thing they could not stop.
“Ah, now
you know true despair, Sandstorm. Your elemental powers are useless. Never mind
what you want to do to me. What could you possible do to him?” Stormy gloated.
In the
locked Cyborian armor, Galose’s brain sped through code to deactivate the
device that was shutting down his systems. The entirety of a Cyborian’s armor
is controlled through mental command, faster than fingers on a keyboard could
ever be. Even so, the device worked with blinding speed. Galose’s mind had to
be faster than his own operating systems. A series of invasive code entered his
life support systems and he blocked it. Then he intercepted another sequence of
code. The tedious pushing match of hacking programs continued where all anyone
could see was the motionless Cyborian.
The area
trembled as the hand of Chaos became clearer and clearer in view. Sandstorm
locked eyes with Stormy after catching the slightest of movement from the
corner of his eye. It was unexpected and beyond their hopes.
“What do
you get out of this?” Sandstorm asked.
“Whatever
he gives me. I’ll likely rule what’s left of Earth. Total destruction isn’t his
style.”
“And what’s
his style?”
“He’s going
to kill the remaining gods of the Balance of course.” Stormy laughed. “Weren’t
you told about the War of the Gods?”
“Now what
are you trying to pull?” Stormy chuckled. “Do you think you can block him
somehow? All of your elemental power wouldn’t have a shadow of a chance.”
Anubis
stood paralyzed by the magic ring and deeply enraged. He found himself watching
helplessly as Nightfall was summoned and knocked down. As soon as her body hit
the floor, he glanced down at his bladed lance, lying a few feet from him. At
first, nothing happened. Then, with all his concentration, Anubis made his
lance roll just an inch. That was the movement Sandstorm had caught with is
peripheral vision. Anubis continued to concentrate.
The hand
grew closer and closer. In moments it would be able to close into a fist and
swallow them all forever. Next, the technological god, Chaos would be fully
free and set loose on the universe. Stormy smiled and Sandstorm could take no
more of his gleaming teeth. Stormy leaned confidently on his cane.
Sandstorm
lunged with a straightforward punch aimed right at Stormy’s shiny smile.
Electrode took cue and lunged in as well. And explosion of force threw them
both backwards and down to the cold hard floor. Stormy laughed for a second
before his expression changed to surprise. He spun on heel just in time to see
Anubis’s lance penetrate the marble throne with an explosion of sparks and
fire.
“NOOOO!”
Stormy howled. “My power source! You skewered it! Impossible!”
“Stormy!”
“Shut up!”
Sandstorm said.
Stormy spit
some blood from his mouth and spun his cane in hand. “Oh, you fools! Do you
think I can’t fight you on my own?” His voice boomed and eyes glowed. The gems
in the silver skull of his cane glowed as well. “I will still win! I can still
kill you!”
Sandstorm
could feel greater control over his powers since the throne was damaged. He
moved in on Stormy and formed his fists into stone. Electrode threw a bolt of
lightning that was easily cast aside by Stormy’s cane. Sandstorm’s attacks were
met with near perfect martial arts blocks and counter strikes. If he hadn’t
converted completely to stone, being struck back and forth on the head with the
cane could have killed him. Stormy forced Sandstorm back and knocked him down
again.
As he
picked himself up, Sandstorm made a gesturing nod to Electrode. It was the kind
of signal that suggested a new target. Electrode nodded and launched his next
barrage of lightning at the broken throne. It was immediately clear that Stormy
could feel it as he cried out in rage.
“Let me
show you what some real magic can do!” Stormy yelled. “HELLBOUND TRAIN!” Stormy
struck his cane on the ground and a spectral ancient locomotive came rushing
through the area. It hit both Sandstorm and Electrode, pinning them to the
ground as the cars ran over them. The power of that spell felt like their
bodies were being torn apart at a molecular level. Sandstorm had never known
such agony. At this point, he was certain this was it.
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