I feel the rumbling deepen. Thragg clenches his fist and moves to stop the Gelderian King but it's too late.
I raise my arms in front of my face as the entire area glows. My thoughts were worried. Can we tank this? Probably.
The next thing I know my vision is clouded by white. And heat washes over my entire body. I feel the familiar embrace of a large explosion washing over my body but I remain floating in place. Refusing to be blasted away.
Dust surrounds me once the blinding light is gone. I inhale out of reflex before I notice Ursall remained next to me. Also unharmed. Both our already tattered clothing was destroyed. My eyes betray me for a second before I lock in. I spot Thragg staring blankly at the now transformed Gelderian king.
"Holy fuck..."
Looking down at the planet. I spot a gaping hole that seems to pierce right through. I can see space through the hole. He almost split his homeworld in two.
"It seems the others have arrived." Ursall's voice makes me look up as I spot the 50 other Viltrumites rapidly closing in on our location.
It's safe to say this is over. Thragg was already kicking the Gelderian kings ass. But with all 50 of us here it's gonna be a wash.
My eyes scan every Viltrumite. Each with varying injuries. Nolan has a bloodied nose. But he's otherwise unharmed. Conquest's metal arm has been destroyed but he's completely unharmed. Varnis has a large gash on his chest that spills some blood.
I almost laugh as I spot more severe injuries from the unnamed Viltrumites. Looks like I didn't get the worst of it. Hell, compared to some of them I'm virtually unscathed
My amusement is cut short as I hear a sonic boom. My head Perks to the right as I turn my gaze to the sky. Storms rage as Thragg and the transformed King begin exchanging thousands of blows a second.
I spot a blip in space. My enhanced Vision spots it with ease. Said blip enlarged a lot as it approached the planet. I narrow my eyes in slight worry.
"You see it too?"
I nod at Ursall silently. The blip enters the atmosphere and grows from a blip to the size of a large building. To the size of a small town. To the size of a fucking city.
"That doesn't look promising."
I see a weird logo engraved on the side of the ship. Ursall clenches her hands in anticipation as we take in the ship's appearance.
"The coalition of planets..."
"What?"
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Okay, shit hit the fucking fan fast. After the coalition of planets arrived thousands of figures emerged from the humongous ship. Now joint with the other 50 Viltrumites were currently having the fight of our lives on this dying planet.
I barely maneuver out of the way of an orange creature with some sort of control device on its head. From what I've seen they're very strong. It's best to avoid them.
Catching a punch to the face from a Tech jacket. I taste coins in my mouth but retaliate with a heavy punch that shatters the jacket's armor. Weaker than every other jacket I've fought. Less durable.
Ursall and I made a silent choice to stay near each other. Maneuvering through blasts with her we blast towards a mini ship next to each other. Plowing right through it causing it to explode as we cause havoc.
Numerous laser blasts fly all around us. But we coordinate perfectly for people who've never fought before. Grabbing her arm I toss her in the direction of a nearby orange alien. She punches it in the face before maneuvering mid-air with her flight and kicking me backwards out of the way of a focused sonic blast.
We briefly split as I begin to crip and tear through numerous zipping drones. The other Viltrumites are doing much better than me. Probably experience. Conquest seems to be having the time of his life. Thragg is still fighting the king.
Hissing as I'm grazed by a claw from one of the savage aliens I retaliate with a backhand sending it flying away from me. These things are very strong. Ursall called them Ragnarr. It's best to abuse the fact that they use jetpacks to fly and outpace them and hit them away since they can match Viltrumites in a contest of pure strength.
Shaking my hand I note they're also just as durable. I don't get any rest before 3 unknown aliens descend upon me. Drones are circling as I begin to dodge and counter at inhuman speeds.
Slowly but steadily I feel the tiredness of fighting for basically 10 hours straight. Even my stamina is starting to feel the stress. But that just makes me smile as I redouble my efforts. It just makes my blood pump even more.
For a moment there's just me and the fight. I block a beam with my forearms. Spinning around and flying toward the source. A sonic boom before I'm impaling an alien on my arm. I twist and use his corpse as a shield against a sonic blast. Then I drop him and move at near light speeds to find my way behind a mini ship that dropped from the mother one.
I spin and kick down. My feet ripping through the exterior with ease as I slam through the whole thing causing it to explode.
I'm immediately intercepted by some drones. I dodge the piercing beams in a zig-zag pattern before closing the distance with ease. My hand rips through the alien metal with no effort before I maneuver under a stab to my back from another Ragnarr.
I spin with my flight and land a kick to its gut. Getting distance before I close said distance. The wind whips as I slam a punch into its disgusting maw. I feel my bones ache but I'm rewarded with a few of its teeth flying out before I slam it to the ground. Buying myself time before it comes back to attack me again
My nose picks up the smell of ozone before I move out of pure instinct. Dodging an electric blast from one of the drones before another 50 surround me.
The drones are joined by a tech jacket as I dodge a combined plasma blast. Meeting the jacket head-on on i roar as I overpower them immediately.
I rip through their hastily raised guard with savage force. My hand blurs as I grip the metal surrounding the Gelderian's throat. I squeeze. The metal groans under my strength but holds still before I go all out.
The loud squelch of my hand crushing flesh reaches my ears before I'm blasted from behind. I catch myself with my flight and grimace at the new arrival.
A Reach scarab?
The thing floating in front of me isn't a Tech jacket that's for sure. I got vague imagery of the reach scarab during my brief scroll through the Viltrumites' version of a library.
4 bug-like wings on its back. Dead hollow eyes. Blue tendrils swirling around it. What is a scarab doing here?
My wandering mind doesn't stop me from ripping my hand through its gut. Weak. A scout most likely. With a twist, I confirm the kill by ripping it in half. This isn't the time to play around though.
But after my easy handling of one, I'm immediately swarmed by 30. My eyes widen as I face between blast and stabs.
The reach orchestrated this whole fucking thing. They're the ones who instigated our attack on the Gelderians right? But why?