OOC: Neo casts revive!

Noah "Neo" Ashfield
AMS Deathwing Mirage Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

Xente was a fast bastard, but with something like a rocket launcher, getting a direct hit wasn't necessary. I had him distracted for a moment while the SRAW rocket exploded right next to him, obviously ripping off some kind of flesh or piece of him. Black blood was sprayed everywhere, and the weirdest feeling came over me.

<...Yoouu!!!> Xente snarled at me.

That was when I whipped out my Desert Eagle magnum, probably the only kind of pistol I'd ever stand using. I aimed right for the maggot's head and fired. It blasted his head open, but something about it felt so satisfying. I fired again. And again. Over and over until there was not a single bullet left in the magazine or the chamber. It even clicked a few times before I decided he was dead enough.

"You... you okay, Cap'n?" One of the grunt asked me.

"Yeah, I feel... better now," I told him, stuffing the magnum away.

That was only one Diablos down, though. From the looks of it, there were thousands more, and then Diabora himself. I looked back toward where he had killed Arceus, and only now, I could see a city in the distance bathed in a fiery, hellish glow. Almost looked like someone called in the four horsemen of the apocalypse early.

I wasn't sure if that city was Mauville or Slateport, but some poor town was getting fried off the map. I was a big bummed out the plan to become Qinglong didn't work. I could have saved the lives of a few of these grunts if I could have squashed Xente like a bug a few minutes earlier before he sliced a few of them in half, but at least we lit him up. I looked toward the body again, and his body was half-blown apart with nothing but a black spray of blood where the head should have been. Or at least used to be.

I needed to figure out what we needed to do next. Fortifying this position for now seemed like a good idea, at least to make sure no more of these Diablos decided to give us another "submit or die" rant. I heard it once, sure didn't feel like hearing that anal crap over and over again.

"What's the plan?" One of the grunts asked me.

"I hate the idea of this Sin Eternity," I told him, knowing while Diabora and his cronies had power, we certainly weren't a little girl's dolls when it came to combat. "Let's go to the source of the mayhem and we'll see can do something about it. Get every weapon you can, I have a funny feeling there's no such thing as overkill in this kind of situation."

"Seriously?" The grunt asked me. "Funny, I didn't think it would be us playing the roles of heroes now."

"Don't forget about what we might reap if we pull this off," I told him, knowing this wasn't just for community service hours. "Saving the world is not a debt that's easily paid off. And that, my friend, is a nice, hearty source of leverage."

He nodded. Yeah, good, I was glad he could see where I was going with this. But in the meantime, we still needed to punch a few holes in this army. As for Arceus, I wasn't surprised he wasn't actually the creator after all. Something about a llama with a vertical hula hoop creating the freaking universe never sat well with me in the first place.

Janine "Angel" Price
Royal Pearl Island, Hoenn
Affected RPers: N/A

Yeah, I sure wasn't too crazy about the sound of becoming a Dread Slave. It did seem like Vrell was expecting to fight more than he was expecting to just lasso a bunch of people to turn them into zombies.

"Kaede, take the AMAXA stuff and head back to the ship!" I shouted to her, keeping an eye on Vrell to make sure he didn't try and sneak attacks while I was distracted. "Just give it to whoever wants it! We'll work out the details later!"

"Yeah, no kidding!" She shouted, making a run for it. "Good luck!"

See, this is why I was never all that crazy about keeping things crazily regulated. Sooner or later those regulations would need to get broken anyway! But in any case, there was Vrell the werewolf, having no idea what AMAXA stuff was or what it could do. I mean heck, I hadn't even fully tested it yet, but there just wasn't time with all the chaos going on.

Vrell tried to quickly tear into me with his shadowy claws, but I quickly jumped into the air and flew overhead! Ha, ha! He didn't have wings of his own, so already this was pretty comical. Up until he jumped into the air and landed on my back. Yeah, I didn't think a heavy, muscular werewolf like him was capable of making the most epic basketball slam dunks ever.

"Hey, get off!" I shouted, trying to fling his body off of my back. "You're too heavy!"

I couldn't fly when this big lug was on me. I started descending too rapidly and then before he knew it, I ended up crashing into the water and only a few seconds before crashing did he jump off, only to end up in the water as well. It seemed like he was jumping on my back to try and slug me, but he wasn't suspecting a sudden crash landing.

I struggled to swim to the surface, and once I did, there he was again, just bobbing up and down in the water.

"Great job, genius, look at me!" I shouted at him. "I'm all wet! Do you have any idea how long it takes to dry off fur with... actually, maybe you do."

<That will be the least of your problems soon enough!> Vrell shouted, lunging at me again.

I quickly swam toward the island to get away from him, and long and behold, I got to dry land while Vrell was swimming around like a puppy dog. I quickly hopped away to make distance between him and I, and once I did, I figured I brought myself enough time to try and use AMAXA to evolve. Just... needed to... concentrate.

And like that, I grew to be really big, fifteen feet in height. Those nine tails quickly became nineteen tails with one center tail surrounded by six others, and those six were surrounded by twelve. Meanwhile, the Zoroark hair had gotten extra long and huge, splitting into two large ponytails instead of one. I now also had two pairs of wings, a complete and brighter halo ring over my head, and the two bunny ears had gotten longer and wider. It felt awesome and I could only imagine how cute it must have looked on the outside! But man, this giant bundle of nineteen tails kinda felt like a lot!

Of course... the evolution process needed a recharge. However, now it was me looking down at Vrell and suddenly, after he stepped out of the water dripping wet, he realized I had become bigger and tougher. And he had no idea how!

<Bigger and stronger now, eh? It still won't save you!>

He lunged at me with his claws ready, but I clasped my paws together and focused my energy to unleash a powerful blazing white Holy Beam right in his face! It was like a kick to the teeth and then he went flying backwards, head over heels! He rolled over a few times, but got back up on his feet. Again, he leapt in for another swift strike, but I got him caught up in a celestial cyclone of white holy energy, spinning him around like I flushed him down the toilet! It then contracted and then enveloped Vrell in a holy explosion. All that was left of him was just a flurry of twinkling white stars. Not a bad way to go!

Still, I looked around it I could definitely tell we weren't out of the frying pan yet. Oh man, it was going to take a lot more than just a fifteen foot tall angel bunny to handle these guys...