King of the Hill!

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

I come back after three days of being bombed away from the hill to find Sonic atop it. I drain the energy from the force-field generator, and proceed to...Retreat?

No, impossible you say! It must be a trick of Ecrivain! You look at him hard and harshly, fully expecting some kind of sneaky trick. After all, he is a ghost, and gluing a ghost to the ground is madness! When you are assured nothing happened, you turn back to me, just in time to see me overcharge the force-field generator while you weren't looking-now there's no way out.

I proceed to use the force field's insides as a way to keep you contained while I split into two-one to charge more energy into the force field, making the inside volatile if hit from the outside, the other to continually punch you, centering you into the force field's bubble with each blow while leaving no room for you to recover or try any Chaos Control shenanigans. When the bubble was sufficiently charged with energy to make the slightest touch by a solid object have explosive results, and you sufficiently trapped within the very core of the new bomb, the two of me then leave the force field without disturbing it (manipulating the energies we put inward to not set off the bomb or free you), and come back, flying, at mach 5, with two massive pillars of heavy earth, which we slam together simultaneously in the big ball of energy you've gotten yourself into.

It adds up to a massive explosion, sending you well out into the cosmos and probably out of conscious thought too. with that done, we re-merge and I reclaim the hill.

MY HILL!!!

[Ganyu]

Alas, it is true, I feigned to be glued, supporting illusions with a quarter of a nanobyte of psychic power. With Sonic out of the way, he does not belong in this duel to the death, I now trap Tazz in a Trick Room where every single being and nanofibre of existence and non-existence is continually twisted and distorted that nothing neither right nor wrong at any point in time. Delightfully, Tazz embraces his newfound plaything while I claim back my hill.

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

I use the very instability of the Trick Room to destroy it, then come back to the hill with a Meowth Balloon. You, trying to be genre savvy, instantly get a Pikachu to use Thunderbolt on the balloon to send me blasting off again. Unfortunately, it is a decoy, and I'm not on it, so while you think you've sent me away, I've instead tip-toed up behind you and smashed your head in with a spectral chair.

Yes, a spectral chair.

I reclaim my hill and guard it with my spectral chair.

MY HILL!!!

[VeloJello]

I use my giant fan to waft the scent of the mouthwatering double-chocolate cookies I just baked all the way from Nowhere-Near-the-Hill-Ville to the Hill. While everyone is off pursuing the tasty treats, I and my private stash recline and drink in the chocolate-laced perfume of Christmas bliss. The hill is now mine!

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

Unfortunately, your stash comes alive and consumes itself before you can eat any of it: The cookies, present in their own deliciousness, grew minds and limbs just so they could indulge...In themselves.

Cannibal Cookies. Yes.

Anyways. You're out of cookies, so you also go buy some more so you can actually taste them, while I, having made sure the cookies are separated while I ate them, reclaim the hill.

MY HILL!!!

[Ganyu]

I snatch away the spectral chair and you're tumbled down the hill. I sent Razorbacks after you to ensure you won't rise again. My hill.

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

I proceed to unleash a massive army of soul-eating Undead creatures. Being part-Wither (as I have previously informed), the various Zombies, Skeletons and Wither Skeletons completely ignore me as I watch you get swarmed and flee for your afterlife. I sit atop the hill in the thick of the night, laughing at your predicament. Especially at the Wither Skeletons. Pro tip-they don't burn in daylight. Heehee.

MY HILL!!!

[Ganyu]

The Undead creatures soon realize they're hunting a soulless thing and thus in their astonishment, I assimilate them into my own mana and construct a mercurial frost battalion that unleashes a blizzard storm on the hill. Everything in its path is either killed or frozen in thick unmelting ice that will take even a century for the impossibly strongest person to break out (yes, even Chuck Norris or any ridiculous summoned creature). While you wait out for the ice to be broken, I fortify the hill with a blood-construct - Andromeda Galactical Atelier of Fantome. MY HILL.

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

Except I have such powerful Water Magic that I instantly free myself from the ice without warning, and use the same kind of ice to freeze your blood-construct and you. I enchant the ice to make sure it traps you, too. I then drop-kick it to Chiron. Have fun in Chiron, which is only close to the Milky Way in the galactic sense!

MY HILL!!!

[Rival Max]

Using a very strong Psychic I implant the idea in your mind that you had powers. Using that same Psychic I trick you off the Hill onto a mound of tires in junk yard across the country. There you can protect your tires from now on!

My Hill!