Looking around, GuyverWarrior sees only darkness. In fact, it almost feels as if
he is drowning in it. A feeling of dread washes over him as he tries to get his
bearings. The quantum sensory orbs swivel in their tracks, trying to pierce the
darkness, but to no avail. Even his enhanced senses, bestowed upon him by The
Matrix upgrade, fail to provide him with any information of his surroundings.
What being could so efficiently block his senses, and why? How did he get here?
Trying to remember back, before he arrived in this pit of shadow, his memory is
at best, hazy. GuyverWarrior begins to walk around, hoping to find a landmark,
anything that might lead him out of this place, and into the light. Not knowing
why he is here, or where he could possibly be heading from here, GuyverWarrior
begins to sink further into confusion.
It is at this moment, that out of the corner of his eye, the darkness seems to
coalesce, and twitch slightly. The quantum sensory orbs home in on the
disturbance, but detect nothing. Now on his opposite side, GuyverWarrior sees
movement again, but this time turns his whole body to look directly at where the
movement should be, but once again finds nothing. Spinning around in circles,
confused, GuyverWarrior shouts "Come out coward, and face me!"
As if on command, GuyverWarrior emerges from the darkness, albeit a darker more
malicious version of him. Laughing madly at his lesser self, GuyverWarrior says,
"You are the one that holds me back; Fool, you have no idea the power you are
denying yourself. Or should I say, us, or me. It doesn't matter." Laughing once
more, the dark GuyverWarrior crosses his arms and awaits his counterparts next
action; the confused GuyverWarrior shakes his head as the maniacal laughter
strikes a peculiar melody in his head.
"Now I understand, I couldn't sense anything, because there was nothing there,
you are me." GuyverWarrior1(The good one), looks GuyverWarrior 2(The bad one) up
and down, and harrumphs to himself, not impressed at all. GuyverWarrior 2 cracks
his neck and rolls his shoulders, as he glares at GuyverWarrior1. He begins to
pace back and forth in front of GuyverWarrior1, never taking his gaze off of
him. He growls at GuyverWarrior 1 "You are all that stands in my way of
domination, do you really think that I can let you live?"
GuyverWarrior1 laughs at GuyverWarrior2 in return and mutters, "You are the
fool, If I die, you die with me." Quite sure of himself, GuyverWarrior1 crosses
his arms, and glares back at GuyverWarrior2. "If you believe that,"
GuyverWarrior2 says, "Then you are already dead." GuyverWarrior2's maniacal
laughter echoes throughout the inky blackness once more as he clenches his right
hand into a fist, his mind sending a mental command to the Control Medal, which
in turn activates his right arm's reverse facing Hyper Vibrational sword, and
lunges directly at GuyverWarrior1's throat.
GuyverWarrior then wakes up.....
Eyes would awake to a massive fleet of ships over head, each of them baring the
markings of the creator empire. It seemed as though hundreds of thousands of
them filled the sky. These war ships had been the bread and butter of the multi
dimensional creator empire for eons long past human or other alien recollection.
And now, now they had a new servant within their midst to lead their armies and
breath life into an almost extinguished flame. Millions more of little specs
would seem to light up the various escarpments of the heavens as other Kavzarian
half breeds and full breeds seemed to teeter into view from an otherwise dazed
One in particular, the second in command of this invasion force. His name was
Balufaust, a new type of Kavzar that had been given advancements beyond that of
conceptual gods. They called it a Hyper Supreme Kavzar Protectorate. Born and
bread by the creators to be the end all within any war that might spring up. The
very consciousness bestowed upon him was even malformed as to allow for only
duty and honor to hold to it at all points, as though some piece of forgotten
gum left under a chair for years and years… He would be forced to cling to the
dictations of the advent’s calling.
Balufaust wasn’t quite in the mood for it today though. The initial point of the
invasion had gone poorly and his commanding officer had been caught off guard by
a high yield anti particle field based weapon. Not even the magnificent
advancements to the Matrix Enhanced Warrior Guyver Gigantic had seemed to halt
this folly completely.
The beast lumbered forward and knelt by his earth moored commander, leaning to
his right knee as his eyes sketched the heavens above. “Sir, the battle goes
well now, we have taken out their first three battalions of Lyconlords. Any
moment now we expect the main generals will fall, and then only the beast will
remain.” He paused for a moment standing to his feet as though to dash a few
particles of dirt and dust, blood included, from his bio organic armor.
“We must make haste before the Valculian company flanks us and supplies the
enemy with reinforcements…” his voice would trail off as the 10 foot tall form
leapt into the heavens and soared off into the nights sky hoping his commanding
officer would soon follow suit.
Trumpets of various percussion based energy weapons sounded all around the
fallen Guyver, numerous bodies laid at either side of his form, as thousands
upon thousands of dying creations laid about him, moaning for salvation from
their gods. Differing spectrums of blood flowing across the ground to the low
point of the battle field, as though some morbid river of the damned coming to
carry away the lost souls…
Regaining his senses, GuyverWarrior shakes his head to clear the haziness caused
from impact with the ground, and looking to Balufaust as he gives a report,
rises to his feet. Various pieces of debris fall from his armored form, as he
rises to his full height, that of 12 feet. Looking down at himself,
GuyverWarrior seems to be covered in blood, yet the blast that knocked him from
the air wasn’t strong enough to cause serious wounds.
Looking down to where he landed, blood begins to form a pool, different
colors/types mingling into one, to create a grisly collage. Laughing,
GuyverWarrior nods to Balufaust as he rises into the sky and sends him a
telepathic message, saying, (( Good, it’s about time they started paying for
their ignorance. We will obliterate them all for not conforming to the Creators
wishes )) Smiling inwardly at himself, GuyverWarrior also rises into the air,
sending the mental command to the control medal, which in turn activates the
His Control Medal and Gravity Controller pulsing in synch, GuyverWarrior
launches himself after Balufaust, and after catching up to him, he is sent
another message from GuyverWarrior, (( Have any of the main Generals been
spotted with the Valculian company? I would love to get that hassle out of the
way in a hurry )) Itching for a fight, and wanting to vent some steam after the
surprise attack, GuyverWarrior increases his speed, eager to stop the Valculian
Company and help out his cause at the same time.
At the point of coalescence between the two warriors, new bombardment of
particle based weapon system would begin to eliminate various war ships to
either the left or right of the two combatants. Balufaust had become tired and
weary of his commanding officers behavior on this particular mission, as it
seemed he was questioning a property that should be more apparent to the apt
sensors of his commanding officer.
Perhaps this was but a test of his ability to follow orders no matter how
ridiculous they may seem. Balufaust communicated with various parties at the
front line, attempting to ascertain the coordinates of the 12 generals, correct
seven generals at this point. It had appeared that the first three squadrons of
Advanced Enforcer class Kavzars had decimated the front ranks of the Lyconlords,
taking down their tactical advantage over the northern most continent.
Only one general had seemed to give them a run for their money. He had
eliminated at least 20 percent of the front line on a western continent, racking
up a toll of nearly 20 million Kavzars all by his lonesome. This had to be the
main threat at this point. Reports would ring out over Balufaust consciousness
as roaring screams of death. He would feel each ones pain, and experience each
ones last moment before final annihilation. Perhaps this is what his commanding
officer was trying to prevent.
Balufaust would swivel his neck allowing his ocular ridges to focus on Guyver
Warrior before continuing their own telepathic repose. (( The Valculian company
has yet to reach its destination. Lord Zagam, the General of this section of
space, has redirected his main forces and is seems to be handling the brunt of
our assault solo. I’d advice sending the first three squadrons of Hyperion
Aceaers to intercept the Valculians… )) his communication trailed off, as
another battery of Hyper Particle Cannons boomed off in their general direction,
forcing the Kavzar commander into a starboard banking maneuver, as his left side
was nearly completely destroyed by the oncoming blast.
A screeching noise sounded out above all others. A maniacal tone bent on
defeating the ears of any that may be listening. More cannons would sound as the
red armor of the Beast rose into view, millions of lyconlords pouring out from
behind him, as his massive wings rose into the air. The Lyconlords shuffled
about him, wrenching their talons into the beast as they climbed over him
attempting to flee a previous point of capture. Hundreds of thousands of these
beasts would take the skies, coming into conflict with anything in their way,
namely the Creator fleet occupying it.
The beast raised his arms into the heavens and screamed out unleashing his own
thoughts out onto the world in the form of a psionic impulse, so strong as to
cut through the very fabric of time space and render various inter-dimensional
energy harvesting instrumentations useless. As spatiotemporal lines seemed to
congregate and decimate any interlinking fibers.
Perhaps the battle should begin at this point.
Racing on towards their intended target, GuyverWarrior lurches as his superior
senses detect the same blast, which had previously grounded and stunned him
momentarily. These weapons were beginning to be an annoyance. Effortlessly
calculating their intended course, thanks to the Matrix computer, GuyverWarrior
maneuvers between the blasts, and smiles beneath the Guyver armor as they sail
past him towards their intended targets. Balufaust, taking a hit, plummets
towards the ground. GuyverWarrior, continuing on his course, sends him a
telepathic message, hoping he receives it, ((When your systems are fully
repaired, join the Hyperion Aceaer units, I’m sending the order now. I will be
going after Zagam myself.))
Communicating first with the Hyperion Aceaers, squads 1 through 3, GuyverWarrior
orders them to do as Balufaust suggested. However, GuyverWarrior adds a bit of
fury and loathing to the command, ((Kill indiscriminately, and decisively. The
quicker they fall, the sooner every other being on this planet will either be
cowed or obliterated.)) Receiving updated battle information from various units,
GuyverWarrior then sends a message to the surviving Kavzars on the western
continent, informing them of his impending arrival, and orders to withdraw from
battle with Zagam. They are only to distract him, and keep him there until
Speeding off towards Zagam’s location, an enormously powerful presence is felt,
followed by a screeching sound GuyverWarrior hasn’t encountered before; the
sound is so mind-bogglingly disruptive, he is forced to stop in his tracks to
try to remain in control of his mind. It almost feels like a giant invisible
hand is plucking at the very fiber of his existence. Reinforcing his will over
his own reality, GuyverWarrior comes to find that a significant portion of his
power is lost, and is still diminishing. Communicating with his Control Medal,
it tells him that the disruption was psionic, and has caused his Hyper space
link system to shut down.
Surveying the battlefield, GuyverWarrior sees all fighting, for an instant, has
stopped completely. Whatever the thing was that did this is powerful beyond
imagining. Trying to conserve power, GuyverWarrior descends to the earth, and
makes his way on foot towards Zagam. He is however curious as to why and how
such a thing could have occurred. The why in an instant is obvious, disabling a
Hyper space link system forces a host of a Guyver to rely on his natural
stamina. A devious tactic indeed, GuyverWarrior must be very careful in the
future. Giving a command to his Control Medal, both backward facing Hyper
vibrational swords extend from his elbows, which causes the muscles in his
forearms to twitch reflexively.
Contacting the rest of his forces, GuyverWarrior demands a report, and receives
much the same information his Control Medal told him; all Hyper space link
systems in the area, have been deactivated. Communicating with the Control
Medal, he asks the Matrix computer how to repair the Hyper space link system; It
replies that an outside influence has restricted access to hyper space, and that
only the removal of this outside influence, will return them to normal. Now
working on the assumption that Zagam has also lost a portion of his power, equal
in relation to GuyverWarrior’s loss, he decides that his chances of success are
still the same, and continues on to face him.
The blow was massive and indeed strong. It had forced back Balufaust from his
mark and almost pushed him to the hordes below. His advanced healing properties
would take affect before he even hit the ground though, repairing various
portions of flesh as his thoughts found remorse in the idea that approximately
three million upper Kavzarian warriors had found their way but two miles from
his current location.
An eternal tempest would erupt within the foundries of civilized thought, as
dimensions themselves would seem to be torn asunder and reassembled into various
malformed deities onto their own.
Balufaust would look towards his commanding officer as a bombardment of
protective energy shields erected themselves around his kavzar self. He soared
back into the sky shouting out at his commander over the massive blasts taking
place all around his present place in the firmament. The war was not going quite
as planned, over head the fleet that was sent to protect these warriors, was
taking heavy losses from a ranged assortment of creatures, namely Lyconlords.
The Beast himself had popped out of no where, when he was suppose to be in some
secluded fortress near the core of this particular planetoid. To top it all off,
this crimson demon was now taking away the primary energy resource of his entire
The Kavzar’s advanced hyper sensory orbs were able to act in correspondence with
the actual inter dimensional transceiver of the kavzar’s Zoa-Crystal/Control
Medallion. This in turn would quantum compute the actual spatiotemporal
frequency of his current place in space. Using this accumulated data, the
quantum computation process would come to the conclusion that various portions
of space time had been corrupted due to a psychokinetic/cronokinetic
interference. The medallion used this information to formulate a plan of off
setting the Kavzars own spatiotemporal field, and attempting to create
alternating signature fields within Balufaust current scape, but to no avail. It
would continue this process until future application could be pressed into
No bother, for now it was more important to conserve energy, than to notice that
the actual power house behind these creatures was a localized effect. Namely the
Beast was using his own soluble energy forms to supply the armies and, horrid
demon likened, guyvers with power. The Beast’s own magnificent energy reserves
acting as though a living host to the impending Armageddon.
Various entities would usher forward and seek to intercept the wily
GuyverWarrior, hoping to tear him limb from limb before he would have the chance
to interact with Zagam himself. These lyconlords moved as a singular force,
acting as though an overmind had sought refuge within their masses. This
impeding tidal forced washed over GuyverWarrior, smothering him in various
escarpments of talon and claw. Fangs flaring, arms grabbing, feet tearing away
at flesh. A mesh of Chaos brought forth upon a single individual through some
form of desperate enmity that could only be acted out in this carnal form.
As GuyverWarrior’s journey continues, his hyper sensors register a large force
massing around him. It seems that the enemy forces got the drop on him once
again. Every movement GuyverWarrior makes to escape is countered by the huge
mass of lyconlords. Their movements are curious, which spurs GuyverWarrior to
confer with his Control Medal, and matrix computer.
In less that a second, four tenths of a second to be exact, this small
collective comes to the conclusion that someone or something is
controlling/leading the lyconlords. GuyverWarrior speculates it is the same
being who forced his triple hyper space link system to shut down.
As the Lyconlords close into attack range, GuyverWarrior drops casually into a
fighting stance. Swarming around him from all directions, GuyverWarrior focuses
on his speed to keep him alive. Having to rely on his own stamina to keep his
Guyver enhancements active, he decides not to use any of his high-energy weapons
to defeat his opponents. Sighing under the Guyver armor, he limits himself to
using his Hyper swords, and ducks under a slashing claw which is aimed at his
Having literally a second or less to react to attacks from all sides,
GuyverWarrior devotes most of his focus to the matrix computer, which is keeping
him alive by giving him the reflexes and speed by which to evade most of the
attacks. Computing where to be at the right time, GuyverWarrior is able, to at
least some degree to cause the lyconlords to attack each other.
One Lyconlord sends a right uppercut with its claws extended, to impact on
GuyverWarrior’s jaw; bounding backwards in a flip, he avoids the blow, his
quantum sensory orbs constantly roving around in their tracks, keeping tabs on
all opponents in striking distance. Landing from the flip, GuyverWarrior stabs
backwards with his right Hyper sword, and catches a Lyconlord in the head who
was lunging at him. Unfortunately for GuyverWarrior, the Lyconlords gravity
shield was up, but thanks to the matrix computer his systems adapt to their
defenses enabling him to penetrate their shields.
A half-dozen lyconlords attack GuyverWarrior all at once, and it is all he can
do to avoid the blows. As soon as he makes a move to dodge or counter-attack, he
has to move/dodge/counter a millisecond later. Stabbing out to both sides,
GuyverWarrior catches two lyconlords in the mid-section, and pivots on his right
foot, splitting them in half. He raises his right hyper sword to catch a blow
from another lord, which severs his arm at the elbow, and jumping over a sweep
from another lord, sends a round-house kick out to strike the hurt lord in the
head, which promptly cracks his skull with a sickening snap/crunch.
Ever so slightly, GuyverWarrior can feel himself getting slower, his senses
getting duller which is proven when a Lyconlord latches onto the back of his
neck with its fangs. It wraps its arms around him and holds on with a death
grip. Screaming in pain and rage, GuyverWarrior sends repeated elbows into the
gut of the lyconlord, which impales it every time with his hyper sword. Letting
go of GuyverWarrior from the repeated assault on its abdomen, the lyconlord
falls to its knees, holding it’s ruined midsection. Spinning around,
GuyverWarrior’s wounds already healing shut, he puts his right foot on the lords
left shoulder, and grabs its head with both hands, tearing it free from its
place on his neck.
Blood splattering his armor, GuyverWarrior cartwheels away from two more blows,
which would have severed a jugular vein, and slashes vertically at another lord,
splitting him completely in half. Blood raining down on him like a deluge, he
bellows out in fury as claws rake across his back, spinning around to face his
attacker, only to have more claws rake across his chest. He can’t keep this up
forever, soon the wounds will be too serious to heal quickly enough to keep
these beasts at bay, and his stamina can’t keep his power level high enough now
to use any of his more powerful weapons.
Knowing that if something isn’t done soon, GuyverWarrior will get torn apart, he
redoubles his efforts, killing the lyconlords as fast as he can, receiving a
wound for every one he kills, yet they don’t stop coming. They’re everywhere and
they seem endless, where could they possibly be coming from??
The amassing tide of lyconlords was not in sight of ending. For as one would
fall, another ten would take it’s place. The beast himself had been allowing
these beings to coalesce via his own insurmountable energy reserves. Spawning
ten of thousands into existence at a whim. It would appear all was not lost
though, for even this tide had to have some type of wake within it. Zagam made
his way through the congregating forms of the lyconlords, baring down on Guyver
Warrior’s current location.
All was not lost for the advents, for even as this initial onslaught had
emerged, the forces of the kavzarian armies descended from the skies with the
aid of Balufaust. The triumphant troop spreading into the decaying hordes and
lashing out with god like vengeance upon them. A third party would witness an
ocean of red parting to reveal majestic hues of blue.
Balufaust would take stead by the side of his commanding officer, fighting his
way through hundreds of thousand of lyconlords with only the tools of his weapon
emitters to brave the brash onslaught. The quantum computation of his Zoa-Medallion
had yet to ascertain a secondary source of energy, but was finding the energy
constructs of the Lyconlords rather palatable at the time being. It would use
each thrust, each forcing of kinetic energy upon his physical form, to
reconstruct his own failing energy signature.
It would not last long though, for even as he neared the location of Guyver
Warrior, he would feel tears and rips roaring through his physical form, knawing
away at the psyche of Balufaust. It was as though he had been left within a
hellish torment, all alone, and without help. Even now he could feel the final
portions of his hyper kinetic energy matrix shutting down. The temporary coffers
he had expunged from the various lyconlords was not enough.
Using the last bit of his power, he would summon onto himself an ever extending
amplitude of zero point energy, creating a trans-dimensional disturbance within
the confines of this singular universal construct. The effect would cause a wake
of graviton particle fields, so immense as to press the varied lots of
lyconlords from his currently location. Yet again the Zoa-Medallion would come
into effect, using the kinetic discharge from the attack to fuel its own
dwindling energy reverse, converting various portion of the matter, that
comprised the lyconlords, into usable forms of energy that he could then use to
supplement his own dwindling power regulations with.
This would make a fine battle indeed, each slice from the next approaching
lyconlords added to his power. He would bowl through them attempting to destroy
anything that might get into his wake. The other Kavzarian warriors were having
a time themselves, for even now the lyconlords had began to overwhelm the
creatures. Their inability to siphon energy from the attackers meant their
downfall was that much closer. Something had to be done and quick, or the entire
front would fall….
As time passed, and GuyverWarrior’s power reserves reached their critical point,
which can be seen as his ability to heal his many wounds begins to slow, he
decides to play his trump card. As a last ditch effort, GuyverWarrior’s mind
races as he communicates back and forth with his Control Medal and The Matrix
computer. His hyper senses scanning the lyconlords, and his Control Medal
confirming the readings, GuyverWarrior smirks under his Dreadnought enhanced
armor, as he decides to use his opponent’s energy against them.
Activating his Gravity controller with a mere thought, and a flicker of his
Control Medal, GuyverWarrior begins to, subtly at first, manipulate the graviton
particle fields within each of his opponents around him; knowing that if this
doesn’t work, he is dead, he uses most of his remaining power to accomplish this
feat. With the aid of his gravity controller, GuyverWarrior begins to convert
matter around him, mostly slain lyconlords, into a form of energy that is easily
assimilated by the guyver.
Feeling a surge of power as the energy conversion process continues,
GuyverWarrior finds himself having an easier time fighting the lyconlords, his
reaction time is now faster than it previously was when he lost the use of his
Hyper space link system, however he is nowhere near his full power. His hyper
swords singing as they slice through lyconlords one after another, his hyper
senses pick up on the arrival of Balufaust and a contingent of Kavzarian
With his power reserves no longer red lining, and the cavalry having arrived,
GuyverWarrior’s morale rises, almost to the point of elation. As he and
Balufaust fight side by side, raining ruin down upon the lyconlords,
GuyverWarrior’s hyper senses pick up on Zagam’s movements as he heads in their
direction. Receiving battle reports from various Kavzars around his position,
taking note how poorly they are doing against the lyconlords, GuyverWarrior
orders them all hold their ground and fight to the last.
No matter what they are told not to give in. They are fighting for the Creator
Empire after all. GuyverWarrior then telepathically signals Balufaust, it being
quicker than actually speech (( Zagam is heading this way, we mustn’t let him
close in on our Kavzar forces in this area. I am going to head him off before he
gets here, you can either stay with the Kavzars, or you can accompany me, either
way, I have a job to do. )) Ending the telepathic contact abruptly,
GuyverWarrior sends a mental command to the Control Medal, which in turn flashes
as he commands his Hyper swords to extend into whips.
Lashing out at the lyconlords in front of him with his Hyper whips,
GuyverWarrior dashes forwards his movements blurred as he continually refreshes
his dwindling power reserves. By killing, he is increasing his energy stores,
which in turn allows him to kill more. Laughing obscenely as lyconlord blood
rains down as if from the heavens as a precursor to his presence on the
battlefield, GuyverWarrior continues his death march towards the inevitable
confrontation between himself and Zagam, he can only hope his speculation of
Zagam’s lack of power reserves is well-founded.
The tides of battle had begun to alter at this point. Various escarpments of
flesh and tattered corpses strewn about within an imagery of devastation so
immense that all other visualizations would find themselves pale in comparison.
Blood soaked every inch the war torn land. Various warriors of the kavzarian
forces, as well as lyconlords armies, would find themselves entrenched within
this calamity, fighting to their last breath, and beyond. This had become far
more than either side had anticipated. Not even the beast could have foreseen
such a turn of events.
Balufaust was fast approaching fatigue. Even the use of the zero point energy in
accompaniance with the quantum particle manipulation, had not been enough to
fully restore his power reserves. With each encroaching moment, more energy was
spent on defiling hordes upon hordes of Lyconlords. Zagam had found solace
within his position in the battlefield. Elevating himself above the maelstrom as
to gain a better appreciation of the scape of mayhem set before him. The second
in command of these Kavzarian forces would observe this alteration in position
and quickly inform the rest of his forces to stand down from the immediate
position. The Hyper Aceaer cast was soon to join the battle and had been
instructed to begin a full out assault on the coordinates of the beast.
Hopefully this would buy him and Guyver Warrior enough time to take down Zagam
before the situation escalated.
It was common knowledge that the other 6 remaining Generals of the beast were
still within teleportation distance, and could at any moment translocate into
the battle at hand. Balufaust would shout out over his telepathy organics,
transcribing the moment’s events to Guyver Warrior. (( Sir, the battle does not
go well, the Kavzar forces are falling faster than the primary front of the
lyconlords, they can not hold out for much longer. I am attempting to supplement
my own energy reserves with the filth around us, but it is only a minimal
allotment in comparison to my primary reserves. )) he would pause for a moment,
fending off various assault from lyconlords as formations of their feral blades
shot through various portions form in carnal protrusions of mass. The pain would
be unbearable to most, but for Balufaust, the only instinct was to swat away at
the lingering lords, tossing them into other oncoming groups of their brethren.
He would continue under much strain (( I believe the assault on Zagam may be
premature. From what I’ve been able to ascertain from the battle field… )) A
morbid series of grunts would follow, only vocalized, as more blades ripped
through his form. The loss of blood was prolific, but still Balufaust would
continue. (( … It appears as though the energy reserves of the entire army are
being emitted from the beast centralized location… ))
A duck and a bow, a simple pivot to the left as a left forward facing plasma
sword was thrust into a lunging Lyconlord, another being tossed to the ground
from his right, and treaded on by a foot, as hundreds of beams of light flew
from various orbs strewn across his body. Thousands would fall within a moment,
but not enough to make a dent in the conclave. More would tear into him,
attacking as a mass. Ten of these beasts would all flail at his form within a
single moment, attacking his mid section and forcing him to the ground. Not even
the might of his parleyed gravitational control orbs would be enough to hold his
At this point he would be buried under the masses, unable to gain solid ground
for the time being, only the strength of his arms to keep swatting away at these
annoying pest as he conveyed the last potion of his message… (( …It seems as
though there is no end in sight… )) a few more murmured phrased would flow from
the actual sonic oscillators of this proud beast, before the clamber of various
curses and profanities. “BY THE NAME OF THE ADVENTS!!! HOW CAN THIS BE
POSSIBLE!!!” He would scream aloud, feeling his head begin to detach from his
body. The advanced shielding systems, the incomprehensible healing factor, hell
the very fact that he was one of the most power Kavzars in the creator empire,
meant nothing right now. Only his own impending doom loomed within his thoughts.
This in itself would not be enough though. The Beast’s urges could not by
subdued by such subtle forms. No he would require a full meal before he found
solace in the actions of these invaders. The lyconlords continued to mount their
assault. Floating further into the heavens in order to engaged the mass of
oncoming Hyper Aceaer class. Only the first contingent had joined the battle at
this point in time. They would not be enough. The lyconlords themselves would
seem to rip through this mass of advent created militia, decimating their ranks
almost as soon as they arrived.
Within this forgone calamity would the beast launch his first assault against
the commanding officer of these advent forces. Zagam loomed within the
firmaments, hovering within the heavens as though some beckoning call to the
little bastard known as Guyver Warrior. Various plumes of differing energy types
cascaded around his physical form, as an intangible thread of energy pulsated
between himself and the beast. The power exchanged between these two bodies, was
so immense that to merely attempt to understand its wavelengths inspired
His hyper senses confirming the location of Zagam, it seems curious however that
Zagam decides to rise above the battlefield and watch as the battle progresses.
Not worried about that right now, GuyverWarrior focuses on his immediate
surroundings, in order to survive he must kill, and in order to kill he must
keep a portion of his focus on siphoning energy from the lyconlords around him.
This proves to be a challenge due to the sheer number of them present.
Seconds pass, and they seem like hours as GuyverWarrior continues the fight in
the name of the Creator Empire. Two lyconlords try to closeline him, and
GuyverWarrior ducks the blows. Clenching his fists, a mental command is sent to
his Control Medal, which activates his forward facing Hyper swords, and sweeping
his arms forward, he removes the lyconlords legs, and as the fall backwards
GuyverWarrior does the same, dropping his elbows on their heads, impaling them
on his reverse facing hyper swords, killing them.
Backflipping off the ground and to his feet, he avoids a slash at his previous
position on the ground. Striking as fast as his limbs can move him, the swarm of
lyconlords almost overwhelms him, he just can’t seem to kill them quick enough
or siphon enough energy to use his Quantum Hyper smashers without exhausting
himself. Fighting a losing battle, GuyverWarrior was about to unleash his most
devastating attack, when Balufaust sends him a message.
GuyverWarrior sends back.. (( The beast is powering their forces? Shit! What the
hell is this thing? )) GuyverWarrior grits his teeth as a lyconlord tries to
hamstring him and fails, and is repaid in full when GuyverWarrior spins 180
degrees and removes the lyconlords head from it’s shoulders with his forward
facing hyper sword. Jumping over the falling form, even as GuyverWarrior
converts its matter to energy to be siphoned, he slashes diagonally at another
and spins around it even before it’s shoulders separate from it’s trunk and fall
to the ground in a puddle of its own blood. Its face having a dumbfounded
expression to it as it’s life-force slips away into nothingness.
Listening to Balufaust’s report, GuyverWarrior fights off a rather vicious group
of lyconlords, they seem to be better than the rest. His Hyper swords hardly
finding purchase, only causing non-threatening glancing blows. Fighting
vehemently, it seems these lyconlords are trying to immobilize him, attacking
his various joints, jumping randomly and around each other, keeping a narrow
profile towards GuyverWarrior to make less of a target.
Growing rather annoyed, GuyverWarrior computes their exact angle of attack,
speed and dimensions. Choreographing his movements before hand, he calculates
the timing needed to dispatch all of them in as little movements as possible. He
does this in 6/10ths of a second. As the lyconlords jump to attack him from all
sides again, GuyverWarrior stands perfectly still, save for his arms and Hyper
swords, which flash and shimmer in the air. Each movement is fluid and
effortlessly flows into the next. The perfect angle of attack for each lyconlord
is executed with perfect efficiency, and when they lie in pieces at his feet,
GuyverWarrior’s hyper senses pick up on a scream from Balufaust.
It seems he has been knocked down and is suffering extreme damage. Growling with
anger, GuyverWarrior acquires new energy from his defeated foes, and focuses his
attention on Zagam, and it is at this moment of crystal clarity that
GuyverWarrior is taken aback. It seems Zagam’s Hyper space link system is down,
however he is being fed energy from another source. Scanning the energy link, it
seems the scope of such cannot be measured, and a moment of fear passes over
him. He pushes this aside, gritting his teeth, he cannot fail in this, and the
Creator Empire’s future lies with the victor of this battle. Rising to the air,
with the aid of his Gravity controller, GuyverWarrior rushes towards Zagam, his
hyper swords singing their battle cry as if thirsting for Zagam’s blood.
The scream of Balufaust was enough to discourage even the bravest of Kavzarian
warriors. The battle seemed as though it was never ending at this point. Their
bodies dropping faster than another Kavzar could come to the fallen one’s aid.
It was horrific at best, and prolific to any onlookers who might have caught
sight of it.
Balufaust though, was not to be defeated. For even as the separation of his head
from generalized torso had begun, his own appendages would tear and decimate
various Lyconlords around his current position. Forcing assorted lyconlords back
and decimating others within a single glanced attack. His right arm flailing
into the heavens as it grasped at the portion of his head that might be called a
jaw line, attempting to secure his head upon his shoulders and allow his own
amplified healing properties take place just long enough to re-secure his head.
He threw elbows, knees, anything he could think of. Still it wasn’t enough.
These beasts where just a never ending cycle of pain it seemed, no matter how
hard he fought back, they just kept coming. Blood flowed over every portion of
his armor, blotting out sensory equipment with an odd hue of crimson. His eyes
blotched in the same ruby tint, only the fury of battle to force him to continue
on this journey of malcontent.
The acquisition of radical particles from the parties about him had helped him
further his cause, adding to various portion of energy fields within his own
being, as quantum computation within his Zoa-Medallion, allowed for him to
“guess” at the next move of the masses, and make appropriate modifications to
his attack plan to best defeat those which had entangled him. A quick burst of
an extended gravitational shielding system would force back the majority of the
tide, just long enough for him to get his bearings and start firing off an
assortment of rail gun type projectiles.
Bodies would start to pile in all regions around his form, as he turned to
confront each leaping attacker. In the distance Balufaust could just barely make
out Zagam, and his approaching attacker. (( Sir! )) he would shout over the
sonic oscillators, attempting to perhaps grab his commanding officers attention
if for just a moment before the initial confrontation…
(( … The Beast… )) he trailed off, his efforts of use regarding the rail cannon
type devices seeming almost moot at this point, at the hordes continued to
approach, the piles of dead and rotting corpses not enough of a deterrent for
their brethren. More would lash out, forcing themselves over the heaps of other
defeated lyconlords, in hopes of destroying this Kavzar (( … Is powering Zagam,
I can see a direct current of energy intermingled between both parties. ))
Masses of these lyconlords would fall from the skies, like a torrential downpour
of life ensnared corpses, simple marionettes of a greater evil. Bolts of light
flowed freely from various orbs on Balufaust’ head, showering these demons with
such fury as to pierce wholes within their soon to be decimated line…
Zagam though was not without his tricks. It would appear that through the entire
process of this battle he had been siphoning energy off of the Beast. His own
energy reserves reaching a point of critical mass. Guyver Warrior’s attempt to
attack would be almost in vain. For even as the initial confrontation was to
take place, a field of gravitation force would be extended from his own form,
forcing back the oncoming attacker. Though the actual gravitational forces would
be interlaced with radical particles of the Beast own misconstrued wave length.
This would be just enough of a variance to prevent Guyver Warrior from directly
converting the gravitational forces into his own likened buffers.
A feeling of rage and discontent would be presented from this being known as
Zagam, as he flared forward within the skies forcing himself in the direction of
Guyver Warrior, all the while controlling the varied “force field” to enact
massive amounts of catastrophic damage upon Guyver Warrior, tearing at various
portions of the combatant’s form. The field would drop but a moment after its
erection, Zagam’s fist held forward and within a parallel position as to slam
into Guyver Warrior’s torso. Each fist would contain five horizontally held
orbs. Each of these sphere’s holding an unspecified amount of energy, which
seemed to stream out into the sky in the form of copious spectacles of waffering
hues of red.
They called this a power punch attack, but within the hands of Zagam it was
something far more powerful. The punches power intermingled with the pure
percussions of zero point energy, as well as extra dimensional energies that had
been being gathered from the beast himself. It was enough to cause a devastating
attacking so immense as to the end the battle as a whole, but with the use of
various instruments of quantum computation, Zagam was capable of augmenting the
extended gravitation field, to encompass both parties and allow Guyver Warrior
to feel the full brunt of this multi gigaton force.
This of course would not be enough though, for the attack would expose Zagam to
his own monumental attack. No, a separate form of energy shielding would have to
be enacted at this point. It was supplied by the interconnective link between
Zagam and the Beast. The parties tied energy signatures seeming to create a sub
dimensional barrier between this high general of the beast, and his own “power
Flying onwards, GuyverWarrior hears Balufaust shout out to him, but ignores it,
he has a job to do and he means to do it. However, Balufaust finding it
difficult to stop talking and continuing to do so, forces GuyverWarrior to end
the discussion. ((I know full well the link between Zagam and the beast; I
detected it when he rose above the battlefield. Now pull your ass together and
engage the enemy like you mean it, I won’t have my second in command falling to
lyconlords.)) GuyverWarrior now refocuses his attention to the battle at hand,
preparing himself for the worst.
Reaching Zagam’s position without much interference, GuyverWarrior is almost
immediately bombarded by a surprise attack. Zagam extends a gravitation field to
damage GuyverWarrior before he can react and is hurtled away, the front of his
armor cracked and pitted, blood flowing freely down his torso. Zagam continually
advancing towards GuyverWarrior, his Hyper sensors detecting a subtle shift in
the energy patterns of the gravitation field, which denies him the possibility
to absorb the gravitational energy. It seems it isn’t compatable with his
His wounds already closing, GuyverWarrior still hovers above the ground as Zagam
yet again closes the distance between them. The gravitation field dropping,
GuyverWarrior smiles under the armor, and mutters aloud, ((Is that the best you
got Zagam??)) GuyverWarrior draws his right arm back, both Hyper swords pulsing
with energy, humming their musical tune, and stops in mid-air as the gravitation
field reappears, this time however it surrounds the both of them. ((What the
fu…)) Is all GuyverWarrior has time to say as Zagam unleashes his fury upon him
in the form of a power punch.
Lacking sufficient energy reserves, the attack collapses his basic body
shielding, compromises his body armor, and explodes outwards through his chest
cavity. Due to the gravitation fields influence however, the raw destructive
power of the power punch is not wasted; the residual energy washes over his
entire body, damaging just about every one of his systems. The Control Medal
however, luckily escapes harm. Being punched with the force of a few thousand
gee’s hurls GuyverWarrior through the gravitation field causing him to impact on
the planet’s surface, spewing rock and dirt in all directions.
Lying in rubble, GuyverWarrior’s systems slowly come online. His redundant
organs keeping him alive while the damaged ones are regenerated. His Quantum
Hyper smashers however are out of commission for a while. GuyverWarrior wonders
if Zagam thinks he has been killed, and hoping to use this to his advantage,
summons all of the energy he has left available to him. Allowing himself to heal
for a few seconds, GuyverWarrior sends a thought to his Control Medal, and
begins to charge his Ultra power wave attack. Sending the power from his now
defunct Quantum Hyper smashers, GuyverWarrior commands his Control Medal and
Matrix computer into action.
Using his Quantum Speed ability, GuyverWarrior instantly appears behind Zagam,
the hole in his chest now almost closed; His right hand is extended towards
Zagam, palm outwards, GuyverWarrior laughs as he uses up almost all of his
available power to unleash his Ultra power wave at Zagam’s back hoping to
obliterate him before he can notice GuyverWarrior is still alive.
With his initial attack Zagam had managed to disable Guyver Warrior from the
mainstay of the assault. He had defeated the greatest warrior of this day with
but one single folly. Zagam paused within the heavens, standing their just long
enough to allow himself to gloat, before plummeting to the ground bellow to
inspect his prize.
Before this opportunity would be given though, Balufaust would become aware of
his fallen commanding officer and quickly come to his aid. Lashing out at the
numerous Lyconlords around him with but simple follies of pressure cannons, so
powerful as to chop massive holes in the circular moat carved around him.
Gravity gyro’s would couple with quantum computation, as the numerous
gravitational control orbs on his form all readied for the upcoming assault.
Just two simple extended arms, brandished forward with rail guns a blazing in
Hopefully this would be enough to catch the monster off guard. To allow just
enough time for perhaps his fallen commander to regain his disposition and
rejoin the battle. If not though, this would be a last ditch effect on Balufaust’
part, for not even he could handle this amped up version of the high general of
The initial contact would be made, Arms forcing their selves around Zagam’s
torso, as the full weight of the gravitational control orbs attempted to knock
Zagam from his situated place in space. Zagam responded, but not quite in time.
Apparently he had become brash within his time of victorious triumph over Guyver
Warrior, and had ignored the tail, tail signs from his sensory equipment.
Both combatants tumbled out of the skies and impacted with the ground below with
such a vigor as to cause a hurricane force wind to wash over the rest of this
battle front. Balufaust would stand first, kicking at Zagam with his right foot,
intending the damage to force percussions of gravitational force onto Zagam’s
face. To no avail, Zagam would counter the attack with a simple outstretched
appendage, grabbing the foot with his right hand as he tossed Balufaust to his
side with little or no effort.
The General stood to his feet, peering down at this pathetic Kavzarian warrior
for just the moment required to charge a triple hyper mega pressure cannon (
Sure the name sounds corny but what can you do ). Balufaust of course could see
the attack coming, he had read the specs, analyzed the information required to
assault this planet, but he had no idea how fast this warrior could charge the
Balufaust hands grappled with the ground below him, pulsing into tight fist as
he channeled likened gravitational forces into the ground around him. Using his
quantum computation process, he would augment the atomic weight of various
particles fields within the structure of the ground, changing it at its core
into a destructive substance known to the creator empire as the W’Kar Element.
This structure in itself had energy siphoning capabilities, and with about a 5
foot radius of his current position being comprised of this matter, the oncoming
burst could be managed.
With but a quick roll to his left at the point of the initial folly, Balufaust
was able to avoid to attack, allowing it to instead strike the element. Since
the element in itself was merely a flawed reproduction, its ability to absorb
the gravitational, and radical particle field, attack was greatly diminished,
and instead blew itself to smithereens. The blast was massive, almost 2 teratons
of force would be expunged at this point, devastating half of the battle field,
killing hundred of thousands of Kavzars and lyconlords, and almost obliterating
Balufaust. The explosion however had just enough kick in it to tear into the
temporal matrix of their current reality.
A destabilization of time space at that congruent point in time, allowed the
quantum computation process to accumulate just enough intelligence on the
spatiotemporal make up of its current scape, and teleport itself to an extra
dimensional shift of the plane. Though not a fully affective majority of
Balufaust would survive, only the Zoa-Medallion would make it out intact. This
would allow Balufaust time to heal and regenerating in a point of time space
where time was merely relative.
Though the explosion was beyond massive, it didn’t quite kill Zagam, no instead
he was able to erect a shielding system capable of handling the blast, by
offsetting his temporal signature but moments before the initial detonation. The
Generals eyes wandered over to the beast for a moment, snickering at the defeat
of yet another high commander of the Advent Empire. The beast would appear to
rejoice, as hundreds of thousands more lyconlords spewed from the earth around
The snickers had led to clumsiness, and just as Zagam would allow himself to
reenter the normal flow of time space, his sensory equipment would be exposed to
a massive energy build up right behind him. He recognized the attack, hell it
was one of his own. How could this be possible though, the general would think
to himself as he turned to face the concussive force of a power wave attack, his
shielding systems lowered at this moment in time in order to allow him to
correctly merge with his current dimensional plane.
Pain and agony would seize the proud general, as he felt various organics being
vaporized within an instant. The last thing to go would be his control
medallion, but of course all these warrior types have that same old trick, only
this time it would be orchestrated by the beast. The medallion and red matrix
construct would be teleported away just as the blast was to take hold of them.
Their destined location, but the fist of the Beast, his own powers aided to the
regeneration process of Zagam, as he held the warrior in a form of suspended
animation, calling out to his other generals for aid in this time of crisis just
as he tossed the medallion from his hand and into the soil below.
Grunting from the exertion required to dispatch Zagam, GuyverWarrior falls to
his knees trying to catch his breath, his blood pooling around him as it flows
freely from the gaping hole in his chest. Yet again his energy reserves are
extremely low, his regenerative capabilities at a bare minimum, so he decides to
use the beasts own tactic against it. In addition to siphoning energy from the
destruction surrounding him, which is merely keeping his operational at this
point, GuyverWarrior, with a thought, sends a pulse through his dimensional
transceiver, his Hyper sensors scanning the battle field and the skies above for
suitable units to create an interconnective link with.
Deciding it would post a risk to take energy from those Kavzar and Hyper Aceaer
units that are on the ground fighting Lyconlords, GuyverWarrior instead links
with those that are still on board the Creator ships. His Dimensional
Transceiver pulsing in synch with his breathing, GuyverWarrior uses the
resonance of his Gravity controller, which normally siphons power from
hyperspace, to draw power from the kavzar/hyper aceaer warriors up in space, who
currently are not fighting. The gravitation field established, power begins to
regulate through his systems, and GuyverWarrior rises to his feet, the hole in
his chest quickly closing.
He sends a quick telepathic message (( Sacrifice yourselves, so that I may
defeat the creators enemies!!! )) to the warriors who aided him, and scans the
battlefield. It would seem that Zagam defeated Balufaust, the fact of which is
corroborated by various Kavzar units who still roam the battlefield fighting the
endless hordes of Lyconlords. The fact that Balufaust essentially sacrificed
himself to give GuyverWarrior time to eradicate Zagam is impressive,
GuyverWarrior makes a note to give him the glory he is due if he can regenerate
in time to aid in the destruction of the remaining generals.
His power almost reaching its peak, GuyverWarrior raises his gravitation field,
and begins to move throughout the battlefield, giving aid to his forces. His
Hyper swords flashing through the air, killing thousands upon thousands of
lyconlords, GuyverWarrior goes wherever he is needed. Even when it seems the
front line is about to crumble, and the lyconlords are about to win,
GuyverWarrior appears to wreak havoc upon the Creators enemies.
The lyconlords retaliate, but to no avail, for the time being they are
completely unable to damage him. And so, GuyverWarrior rises above the
battlefield to mock his opponents, swatting them away like flies. Those that
jump or fly up to attack him are summarily destroyed, and those that fight
amongst his forced are picked off with his Quantum beam orbs. The matrix
computer calculating how much energy is required for each kill, how many targets
can be killed with one shot, and how long between each shot it will take him to
acquire the next target.
It would seem the time has come to take the fight to the enemy, no longer will
GuyverWarrior tolerate being on the defensive. Communicating with various
Kavzars on the battlefield, GuyverWarrior finds the location of one of the enemy
generals. “Deus” is the name of his next opponent, and he won’t be disappointed
as GuyverWarrior shoots towards him, straight as an arrow. Various lyconlords
jumping, clawing and biting at his form as he flies by, yet they are summarily
cut from the air or where they stand the second after they make a move on
The Matrix glowing bright blue, and the dimensional transceiver pulsing along
with the resonance of the Gravity Controller, GuyverWarrior continues to draw
upon the power of his allies and enemies alike. Nearing the location of Deus,
GuyverWarrior laughs and opens his right Quantum hyper smasher. All of the
lyconlords around his position try in a mad scramble to prevent him from firing
but this is to no avail, since they are unable to breach his gravitation shield.
As the Quantum hyper smasher charges and the lyconlords continue their vain
struggle, GuyverWarrior can only shake his head before he screams out to the
masses surrounding him. (( Die you pitiful fools, DIE!!!!! AHAHAHA. ))
GuyverWarrior then unleashes a fully powered single quantum hyper smasher attack
on all of the lyconlords within a 3 mile radius of his position, spinning in
mid-air to cause the most damage, he then lowers himself to the ground and
surveys the destruction he has wrought. Deep furrows have been dug into the
ground where his beam hit, the Lyconlords vaporized in an instant. Siphoning as
much energy as he can from the ruins of the lyconlords, which doesn’t seem to be
an appreciable amount, GuyverWarrior takes to the air once again.
His heading once again straight towards Deus, GuyverWarrior is enjoying himself
for once in this battle, for this brief time he is able to repay the enemy, and
namely the beast, for disobeying the creators. Sending a telepathic message to
Deus GuyverWarrior says,
(( Come Deus, come and die as fast as your precious Zagam did. One by one you
will all die by MY hands, I will however endeavor to make your death a slow and
painful one. )) Preparing himself for battle, GuyverWarrior engages all of his
weapon systems, intending to use every single one on Deus, and more than willing
to take perverse satisfaction out of it.
Deus having already found remorse in the loss of so many of his fellow warriors
had to take the call to arms presented by Guyver Warrior. He flared forward
within the skies, with such speed as though to cause his image to blur, and then
disappear completely before reappearing before the Warrior.
Two forward facing plasma blades extended and forcing their way into the enemies
chest as a folly of 20 or so heat oriented focused beams of light shot towards
various regions of Guyver Warrior’s control medallion/matrix. Perhaps not the
most impressive opening move, but one required nonetheless.
Within this engagement would Guyver Warrior find something less than a match, as
the blades themselves would be stopped and disassembled into various forms of
soluble energy by the Warrior’s own body shield. Quantum computation systems
analyzing the various intensities of the volley of head beam burst, as to yet
again add this affluent mixture into his own dwindling power supplies.
A quick knee later and he had immobilized Deus with but simplistic endeavor.
Tossing the corpse to the side the Warrior would rise into the air as to shout
out at any other generals lurking within the distance. Baphomet and Malice would
rise to the occasion, teleporting within 300 yards of the aggressor before
slinking off into the background as though they were given some auspicious
Adulation from the masses would persist, as various assortments of Kavzar were
put to death at multiple points all around Guyver Warrior, thousands of these
lyconlords jaunting themselves out into the aethyr of the battle, as though to
engage guyver warrior. The prolific combatant merely struggling off these
oncoming attacks with an assortment of protrusionary fields within the form of
gravity based attacks, a simple feat for him at such high energy levels.
This battle of course was far from over, for even as the generals slunk off into
the distance, the true aggressor would make himself known. Massive plasmatic
wings rose into the heavens, flushing away all lyconlords within his mist.
Devilish horns jutting out into the wind, as a demonic hue of crimson filled the
twilight sky. Massive clawed feet stalked the land, as puddles of blood were
tromped through with each furthered advancement from the beast.
What would start merely as a light march turned into emblazon speed as the wings
lifted this monstrosity into the air. Escarpments of the kavzarian forces would
pour their heart and soul into the disabling of this maniacal formulation, but
to no avail. The wings acted like weapons, slashing deep lacerations into each
approaching party, tearing most into halves as the rest merely lost appendages
in their struggle. Bodies of recently fallen soldiers lay under foot, as the
first barrage from his fist was sent forward. An intensified energy beam,
consisting of only a minute fraction of his true power, forced forward within
the formulation of an intensified burst but feet from Guyver Warrior, aiming for
the mid of his abdomen, and portrayed at a speed beyond that of light.
This of course was only intended to cause a fissure within the Warrior’s armor,
though one ample enough to cause serious damage to the internal organs. The
beast followed through with this attack, ending it in a sweeping motion to his
right as his left arm would seem to elongate at the same point. Thousands of
little blades projecting outwards from this appendage as they began to grow into
A maniacal laugh forced itself from sonic oscillators on this monstrosity. The
sound alone was enough to cause a reverberation so intense, and on just the
right frequency, as to split the Zoa-Medallion of every Kavzar within his
The warriors fell to their knee’s grasping at this medallion that meant their
very life essence, as they watched their preverbal existences pass into the
realm of non existence. How soon the battle would turn at this point. For even
the healing factors of the advent army now laid dead and dying. Only the
generals of the Beast, as well as a conclave of lyconlords would remain. The
Beast merely stood his ground, lowering his head so that his devil like horns
cast ominous shadows over the land under foot, his generals hovering ever closer
Having his energy reserves augmented by Deus feeble attacks, GuyverWarrior
laughs at the other generals, even more so as they slink away to hover beside
their benefactor. His laughter is halted however as the Beast himself advances
and shoots a beam out at GuyverWarrior from his fist. His gravitation field
still active, his Control Medal and Matrix both pulse in synch as his Gravity
controller tries to compensate for the huge amount of energy and convert it to
energies he can absorb. However once again there is a portion of this energy
that is not compatible with his own systems, which seems to confirm the reports
given about the link between the now dead Zagam, and the beast.
His efforts to absorb the blast are successful, to a degree, however what
remains is still powerful beyond reckoning and breaks through his gravitation
field, coring a hole through his mid-section. His blood flowing freely down his
waist and legs, his redundant organs taking over control from the primary organs
that were damaged by this attack, GuyverWarrior backpedals away from the Beast
and finds himself amongst a group of Kavzar warriors. The beast then laughs and
the kavzar drop to their knees screaming and writhing in agony. His hyper
sensors scanning them, it would appear as if their power sources were being
quickly bled away.
Cursing rather loudly, as his backup power source is reduced to nothing as the
Kavzar warriors die a rather painful death, GuyverWarrior grabs a Kavzar by the
throat with his left hand, and mutters to it, “You will die an honorable death,
you have served the empire well.” Upon saying this, GuyverWarrior draws his
right hand back, and clenches it into a fist, and with a final nod to the kavzar,
GuyverWarrior’s Control Medal flashes for a moment as he sends a power punch to
it’s mid-section; milliseconds after the impact of the first power punch,
GuyverWarrior cocks his hand back again and delivers a second devastating punch.
The resulting explosion, not only obliterates the kavzar, washes over his
gravitation field, and quickens his rate of regeneration, but also has a random
His Control Medal and Matrix computer signal his mind that this area of space
can now be connected to other dimensions, but warns that another psionic
disturbance issued by the Beast can close the conduit between dimensions once
again if control cannot be established. His Control Medal pulses in synch with
his gravity controller as he forms a link with hyper space. The moment he
connects with hyper space, his hyper space link system comes back online, and
GuyverWarrior’s energy reserves peak at full power. In tandem with his Quantum
and psionic powers, GuyverWarrior taps into his Gravity controller and twists
the fabric of reality to his whims.
Trying to thwart the Beast before he can react, GuyverWarrior creates a field
around himself that stretches out to about a radius of 40 feet. Inside this
field, thanks to the combined aspects of his Quantum, Psionic, and Gravitational
powers, GuyverWarrior’s will reigns supreme, as he cuts off this portion of
reality itself from outside influence. A roar shudders it’s way forth from his
sonic emitters as he struggles to remain in control of this small area, but he
holds his ground, his Hyper space link system remaining active.
Laughing at his manufactured magnificence, GuyverWarrior’s hyper sensors lock in
on the location of Deus, and with a grunt of satisfaction, he grabs both of his
breastplates, one with each hand, and pulls them open. His primary lungs
deflating, which causes his secondary lungs which hold the quantum hypersmasher
cells, to inflate, GuyverWarrior begins to charge his Quantum Hypersmashers. As
the energy buildup reaches critical mass, GuyverWarrior tilts his torso, and
unleashes a fully charged 10-second double quantum hypersmasher at Deus. The
ground beneath GuyverWarrior’s feet blackening and cracking from the sheer
amount of energy released at his target.
Deus shouts out for his lord to save him, yet the cry falls upon deaf ears, and
he is forced to raise all of his defensive shielding. All of this is to no
avail, as GuyverWarrior's blast cuts through his shields and begins to break
apart his armor on the molecular level. The blast encompasses his entire body,
and when it finally dissipates, there is nothing left of Deus.
Completing this task, GuyverWarrior looks to the Beast. Under the guyver armor,
GuyverWarrior's face is full of snide contempt, and with a flash from his
Control Medal, his hands close his breastplates and drop to his waist. His
Gravity controller resonates drawing in energy from Hyper space, and begins to
charge a Triple hyper mega pressure cannon attack, GuyverWarrior combining it
into one immense blast. Baring his teeth as he yells at the beast, his speech
unintelligible, he fires the massive blast at him, and then raises all of his
defensive shielding, preparing for a counter-attack. His hyper space link system
keeping him at full strength.
The death of Deus would sit heavy on the hearts of the generals. The beast
hadn’t even lifted a hand in order to prevent his demise. The creature must have
been unimportant to him in the first place the other generals rationalized.
Though this combatant known as Guyver Warrior had seen the death of two such
generals within the course of this battle, Zagam still laid within a state of
suspended animation, and thusly was perchance still within the game if he was to
be called upon.
Even through the vast attacks of this Guyver Warrior, would the other generals
pivots and flare further skyward as to avoid any other forms of devious wrath.
The beast would extent a single phalange pointing it in the direction of Zagams
tomb as though to resurrect him. A beam of invisible energy shot forward from
this finger, beckoning Zagam forth from his erstwhile grave.
Fingers would coalesce, pulling debris and dirt away from there resting place,
grappling with the ground and dragging Zagam to his feet once more in some form
of an ominous bow. The crimson lights behind him illuminating only the shadowy
figure of the past, as though some zombiefied beast had found solace within the
ways of tormented men. Lyconlords would swarm the corpse, adding their own life
energies to his newly arisen form, as though to give him that extra push he
needed to free himself from his makeshift mausoleum.
Thousands of other Lyconlords would continue to pour from a fissure set in place
by the beast so long ago in the battle. Their masses seeming never ending to any
onlooker who may perceive such travesties of inaction.
The beast though would not permit such a wrong to go unanswered, for even as
Deus’ death would ring out amongst the ears of the masses, another folly of
attacks would be pressed forth against Guyver Warrior. The triple hyper pressure
cannon being slung forth and in the immediate direction of the beast would
merely be shrugged off, an outstretched hand grasping at it in mid air and
absorbing the majority of the impact. Only faint scars remained of what should
have been a massive indentation. These simple injuries would heal within a
moment, leaving the demonic hand hanging in mid air, as the left arm would raise
and force thousands of tiny blades forward with a rage filled slash.
The actual contact would be made along the front portion of Guyver Warrior’s
abdominals, hoping to skewer him upon their brackish groves. An actual resonance
frequency would join this merriment of blades, as some awful begotten tone would
ring out on just the right frequency to cause the organism of the boost armor to
go into convulsions, hopefully freeing the host from its confines.
This monstrosity would boast, laughing out loud amongst the masses as the rest
of his generals continued their retreat, only the form of Zagam in the distance
slowly tromping towards the actual engaged battle. If this wasn’t enough, one
must consider the constant meanderings of the lyconlords, and the fact that
swarms of them would be fast approaching the rear of Guyver Warrior. Balufaust
had yet to make his return from hyper space, and without further aid, the
situation Guyver Warrior had found himself within seemed rather grim.
Even without relenting, GuyverWarrior finds no success, but he does not give in
just yet. Already seizing control of a small area of space from the Beast,
GuyverWarrior begins to expand upon his sphere of control, doubling the space he
has already acquired. However the Beast retaliates by slashing at his midsection
with his left arm, which is adorned with a myriad of blades. The blades cutting
through his gravitation shield as if it were paper, GuyverWarrior feels the
blades penetrate his armor, and upon contact the weapons unique resonance
frequency wreaks havoc with GuyverWarrior’s unit.
The actual damage of the attack negligible compared to the units automatic
response; the guyver tries to retract from the host, due to the resonance pulse,
as if it were an allergic reaction, leaving the host defenseless. GuyverWarrior
has other plans however, His Control Medal flashing madly, the outer ring, or
what is referred to as the Armor controller works in tandem with his Matrix
computer, and sends it’s own pulse throughout his Guyver unit, on the exact
opposite frequency as the beast’s resonance in order to counteract it’s effects.
His efforts succeed, but barely, his power levels fluctuating wildly as the unit
tries to accommodate two sets of actions.
His unit now complying with his mental commands once again, GuyverWarrior
bellows out in fury, a shockwave emanating from his sonic emitters, splintering
the ground in front of him and carving a furrow into the ground towards the
Beast. His matrix pulsing in synch with his Control medal, the Hyper space link
system now functioning at optimal levels, GuyverWarrior begins to charge all of
his weapon systems, except for his quantum hyper smashers, intending to use
those as a last ditch effort against the beast.
Activating his quantum abilities with but a thought, the world around
GuyverWarrior seems to move at a much slower pace as the matrix begins to
compute on the quantum level. His quantum beam orbs fully charged, and his Hyper
swords extended, GuyverWarrior utilizes his quantum speed ability to devastating
effect. Appearing on all sides of the beast, one spot at a time of course, but
he moves so fast he appears to be in more places at once, he fires all of his
quantum beam orbs at every different spot on the beast, probing/looking for a
weakness. He of course targets its control medal, and every other orb or device
located on it’s form, continuously pumping his blasts into it.
To make matters worse for the beast, GuyverWarrior channels the power from his
power wave, into his Quantum beam orbs, magnifying their power by a factor of
250, and alters the effects of the beams upon him by negatively charging its
energies. The impact of these beams upon the beast could have devastating
effects, potentially causing a huge matter/anti-matter explosion. It doesn’t
stop there however, as each of his gravity controllers resonates, drawing in
energy from the alternate spatial plane, hyper space, and he quickly charges up
multiple hyper mega pressure cannon attacks, which are then formed into one
massive attack, his Hyper space link system keeping his energy reserves at a
These he fires at key areas on the Beasts form, it’s apparent Control Medal,
many of the other orbs on its torso, and whatever passes for its Gravity
controller, and throughout all of his attacks, he constantly exploits his
quantum speed. And so, GuyverWarrior appears and stays about 20 feet in front of
the beast. Grabbing his breastplates, GuyverWarrior opens them to reveal the
quantum hyper smasher organs, which take on a sphere shape as they begin to
charge, forcing his secondary lungs to compensate for his compressed primary
The organs glowing, GuyverWarrior unleashes a double quantum hyper smasher
attack at point blank range to the beast and 10 seconds later, GuyverWarrior
teleports behind the beast, and charges up his quantum hyper smasher again to
deliver another double full powered blast. His fury knowing no bounds,
GuyverWarrior rushes up to the beast, not wanting to use his quantum hyper
smashers any further, due to power loss, and begins to power punch him
repeatedly, aiming at weak points he would find in his own armor, namely the
control medal, gravity controller and other weapon systems.
GuyverWarrior hopes in his efforts to damage the beast enough so that he can
destroy him before the beast can employ any more of his tricks. His own wounds
closed, he will not forget the resonance pulse that almost cost him his life.
Using his Hyper sensors, GuyverWarrior probes the beast looking to see just how
much damage he has suffered, and how much trouble he himself is in.
Within the formulations of rage and malice lays the dominating aspects of self
regard. This is one of those many moments that life pauses for a brief instant
and we can see all the cards laid out on the table for our viewing pleasure.
Guyver Warrior had attempted to preemptively strike at the beast in hopes of
decimating any form of defensive capabilities the creature might posses, yet
even this wave of brash attacks has its faults.
The monstrosity would not waver; instead he would highlight the very nature of
the attack, allowing the sporadic pulses of quantum energy to come into contact
with an aforementioned containment shield. The conversation ratio of
interstellar energy forms being almost perfect, as each shot from the quantum
orbs merely impacted this field and fell short of their intended purpose.
Instead, they would be absorbed into the buffer, and allow the Beast further
fits of rage.
The Beast leaped forward and into the heavens as though to offset the quantum
computations of guyver warrior, using the unit’s quantum speed against him. For
even though this maneuver allowed Guyver Warrior to be almost perceived as
though at multiple points within the same space, it would not fool the beast.
With each new teleportation and maneuver, the beast would lash out with a
barrage of energy attacks. The first of which would not fully connect until the
second translocation of Guyver Warrior.
Guyver Warrior would be knocked out of the sky at this point, flailing to the
ground for a hard impact upon the nearly organic surface of this planetoid.
Before the warrior could even stand to his feet the Beast was upon him again,
this time baring down right his right foot as though to impact with the quantum
matrix. Guyver Warrior raised his left arm, balling his fingers into a copiously
constructed fist as he allowed his left forward facing vibrational sword to come
into contact with the outstretched foot. But no, this was not your normal high
frequency blade, for it would be interlaced with malleable particle fields that
would alternate on a varied frequency just out of sync with normal
It was enough to catch the beast off guard and slice through that outstretched
appendage. The strike would originate at the ankle of the beast, slicing clean
through before the alternating current of his energy shield was able to
compensate for the variance of frequency being emitted by Guyver Warrior. The
beast fell backwards under discomfort for a moment, before regaining his balance
via use of his plasmatic wings. These mighty appendages allowing him to lift
himself further into the skies as to avoid any further attacks from guyver
Thoughts were provoked at this point, namely from Guyver Warrior who would
question his tactics at the time being. Trying to compensate for the actual
quantum computation of his unit as the sparse recollection of his ability to
defeat this monstrosity actually dawned on him…. It was possible.
Guyver Warrior leaped from his situated place on the ground and into the air,
releasing a barrage of triple hyper pressure cannons into the beast abdominal
section, as though to decimate various organs located within the confines of
that space. This would not come to pass though, for the beast had since
repositioned his energy shields to deflect incoming attacks in the form of
gravitational outburst. Instead, the actually gravimetric signatures of these
orbic structures would be redirected and flung at Guyver Warrior, their
gravitational signatures of course be altered at the point of interference to
add a irreverent stellar energy signature, as to desist Guyver Warrior’s attempt
to reabsorb the energy patterns of his own weapon.
The Warrior merely continued on with his attacks, widening the next folly into a
one hundred and eighty degree sphere around his forward position, creating a
pressure cannon shield the likes that hadn’t been seen in nearly a millennia. He
would combine his own power wave and cyclonic matrix energies into this
malleable buffer as to absorb the direct blast. The concussion from this assault
alone was enough to shove the warrior back a good quarter of a mile.
Guyver Warrior’s feet dug deep into the organic soil, forcing massive breaches
into the aforementioned ground, before he finally came to a stop. He would whisk
his hands to either side of him, dispelling the pressure cannon shield before
engaging his rear booster thrusters and forcing his way back into the direction
of the beast, this time with enough gusto behind him to charge his quantum
smashers. Fingers knelt around armored breast plates, as the distance between
the two became point blank, and then… And then an eerie silence would persist
for but a moment, as time seemed to stand still.
Both enamored combatants just hovered with the spatiotemporal mesh for a moment.
The camera angles would fluttered around them; each of these beings holding the
protrusions of their breast plates. Time would progress from this moment as all
four chest plates would simultaneously open and allow an out pouring of energy
in either direction.
The duel beams would collide in mid air, creating such a burst of energy as to
fry all lower level parties within a 1000 mile radius. The air around them super
heating to the point of 10,000 degree’s Calvin from just this expenditure alone.
A bright flash illuminating the dreary scene, before it fades to only reveal
Both beings laid broken and nearly beaten miles from their previous location,
though the beast would be the first to regain his balance, looking around his
current surroundings as to grasp at the linear strings of progression around
him. Telepathic calls ringing out to his generals as though to assist him, it
was as though he had some fear for his very life at this point, that all that
brash enamor of this prolific monstrosity had leapt skyward within the very
moment, and abandoned him to the dogs of war.
No answers would come from his generals. It was not the fact that they were dead
mind you, but merely that they had lost faith in their god. This retribution
from the advents has caused more than just a defeat on the battle field, it had
caused a deity to lose the devotion of his flock. Fear seemed to grip the beast
as he yet again outstretched his wings, frantically calling to his generals,
just in time to see Guyver Warrior standing before him.
If a Guyver could smirk, we’re sure that Guyver Warrior would be doing so right
about now. His unit had fully repaired itself in the time it took for him to
reach his current location. Balufaust was still no where in sight but Guyver
Warrior was sure that he was to soon join the battle at hand. The warrior’s
right hand held some form of a devious device, it appeared to be a control
medallion, but a control medallion from whom was another story. It bounced up
and down as though some form of a ball. It was of course only an illustration of
his power at this point, for the quantum computation process had allowed him to
easily defeat some devilish foe in the time it took for the beast to regain his
The monstrosity known as the Beast could only gasp upon realization of the
contents of that medallion. It was his erstwhile daughter, the being he had
created in his image to lead armies of destruction against parables of creation.
How could this be possible? Was the battle truly this lost?
Rage erupted from this malicious fornication of retrospect, as the beast flared
forward once again, this time on a mission of revenge rather than survival, it
didn’t matter if he lived or died this day only that Guyver Warrior perished at
his hands. Various formations of high frequency blades would slash forward at
Guyver Warrior, forced in only rage, rage so intense that it defeated the actual
intent of the fury. The Warrior merely dodged each oncoming attack, swaying to
and fro with ease as each blade missed him by merely fractions of an inch,
another tease from the great warrior of the advent empire.
Guyver Warrior would sling the control medallion forward with enough speed to
cause a few variables of a sonic boom. It clashed with one of the outstretched
blades at just the right moment to destroy the crystalline metallic, forcing
further shame upon the beast. Fluctuations of energy would flow freely from
various protrusionary orbs upon the beast; firing fully volleys of extra
dimensional particle fields at Guyver Warrior.
Perhaps this was the moment, the beast would think to himself, perhaps this was
the moment he would undo all the wrongs brought to him this day. Guyver Warrior
of course had grown slightly over confident at this point, with his energy
reserves at full guard, who could have thought he might actually be vulnerable
to any form of attack? Such is the way of things. For even with full shielding
possessed, a few of the beams of energy would break through, devastating regions
of his abdominal cavity, and even searing off an appendage, namely his left leg.
Gravity controllers would correspond with this lost buttress, allowing him to
keep his composure within mid air. Though even know one would have to reconcile
about the fact that the full force of his quantum smashers was not enough to
offset the might of the beast, another try might be in order…
In this line of thought would we find out next maneuver. For as the beast would
continue to lash out, only to find his attacks easily dodged and avoided, Guyver
Warrior would yet again open up his breast plates and allow the full furry of
his quantum smashers to be unleashed upon an unprepared beast.
When the smoke finally cleared from this assault, The beast would be knelt upon
the ground of his aforementioned positioned. Smoldering, but not dead, an evil
grimace held in his eyes, and the shattered control medallion of his lost
daughter in hand.
The monster lifted his head, allowing his gaze to focus on Guyver Warrior before
those phalanges would congregate upon the crystalline metallic and seize it
completely into his flesh. It would appear as though he was absorbing it, the
vibrancy of crimson colored photonic fields would further add to this
perception, as any well maintained hyper sensory system would warn you… The
Beast was growing more powerful with each passing nano second.
In an instant, GuyverWarrior’s hyper sensors alert him to the danger the beast
now presents, and rushing over to where he kneels to attack him while he is
still in a weakened state, he unwittingly finds himself being held aloft by one
of the Beasts appendages.
-How can he move so fast-, GuyverWarrior thinks to himself, -He was on his
knees, almost beaten, this is insane!- Struggling to free himself, GuyverWarrior
attacks the limb with his left forward facing hyper sword with no effect, and
the beast repays him by emitting a roar from his sonic emitters and driving his
right hand through GuyverWarrior’s chest. Coughing blood, his systems seriously
damaged, GuyverWarrior fires his Quantum beams at the beast’s eyes, but they
fail to do any appreciable damage once again.
Drawing his hand out of GuyverWarrior, the Beast laughs and throws him away like
a discarded garment, shaking blood and gore from his outstretched arm. He growls
at him, “You will not die so easily fool! I will make you suffer!!!” saying this
the Beast flaps his plasmatic wings and swoops down on GuyverWarrior, stomping
his right foot on his throat, shouting, “You are too weak GuyverWarrior, you had
no hope to begin with, and after I have had my fun, I shall let my Lyconlords
have their fill of your flesh!!” Laughing maniacally, the Beast repeatedly
stomps his foot down on GuyverWarrior’s throat savoring the moment.
The Beast once again feeling that he has the upper hand, GuyverWarrior uses his
arrogance against him, preparing a triple hyper mega pressure cannon attack, his
gravity controllers slowly gathering ambient gravitational energies so as not to
attract attention. The Beast once again makes a call to his remaining generals,
however their doubts still fresh in their minds, he yet again receives no
response, and the Beast curses them all for their pitiful existence. While the
Beasts attention is diverted elsewhere, GuyverWarrior unleashes a massive blast,
from the energies of the triple hyper mega pressure cannon attack, up between
the Beasts legs, however the Beasts enhanced perceptions granted to him by his
late daughters Control Medal, enable him to erect a partial shield in time to
prevent any heavy damage; the concussion however, blows the Beast a few hundred
feet away, allowing GuyverWarrior to stumble to his feet and gives him precious
seconds to formulate a plan.
His wounds still not fully healed, GuyverWarrior shakes off the pain and engages
his back thrusters to advance towards the Beast quickly so as to press the
attack. The Beast flaps his wings to right himself just as GuyverWarrior reaches
his position, and easily catches a power punch thrown at him in an open palm,
the energy from the accelerated blow bleeding away into the Beasts systems.
Laughing at GuyverWarrior’s feeble attempts, the Beast sheers off
GuyverWarrior’s limb with the Plasma swords on his left arm and throws it to the
nearby Lyconlords, laughing as they fight over the wayward limb for the right to
Bleeding profusely, his systems barely keeping him stable, GuyverWarrior attacks
the Beast with his only remaining arm, his Hyper swords flashing wildly, and the
Beast responds in kind, parrying and severing the blade thanks to his superior
Plasma swords. Grabbing him by the throat, the Beast holds GuyverWarrior so they
are face to face and mutters, “Your time is almost up, I begin to tire of your
antics, in fact, I think I will end it, here and now.” Throwing GuyverWarrior up
into the air, the Beast fires his Head laser at GuyverWarrior, but spreads the
beam out into hundreds of smaller ones, the impact on GuyverWarrior’s armor
damaging his systems further, and demolishing his remaining limbs.
GuyverWarrior however, still doesn’t give up, and activates his remaining
gravity controllers, (3 of which were just damaged by the Beast) to right
himself in the air, and float above the ground blood pouring from his open
wounds, his redundant organs struggling to keep him alive. His wounds sealing,
to prevent further blood loss, GuyverWarrior sends out a telepathic call to
Balufaust, who had previously escaped to Hyperspace, in the hopes he would
return to aid his commander. (( Balufaust, the Beast seems to have grown
immensely powerful in the last few minutes, and thanks to a mistake on my part,
I have missed the chance to defeat him. I need backup. I will be defeated rather
shortly if I do not get any good news. ))
GuyverWarrior’s message trails off from there as the Beast lunges at him, blades
exposed on both of his arms, his wings propelling his towards GuyverWarrior at
an increasingly faster pace. Cursing GuyverWarrior utilizes his Quantum powers
and enters a state of Quantum time, whereas he exists within a single moment in
time, allowing him to think about his current strategy and review the Beasts
tactics. Hoping he can come up with something, his Control Medal flashes along
with his Matrix computer as he reviews the battle up to this point.
Quantum time leads to a state of awareness where Guyver Warrior finds himself
annexed from his current continuity. Sure he can transpose the query of the
Beast set before him with ease, but this is but one facet of time that he
currently occupies. Within this menagerie of varied existence, lies the root of
his probe. Somewhere out there was Balufaust, Guyver Warrior could only hope
that his message would be received in time to spare him from the wrath that
Even within this state of quantum time did it appear that the Beast was
progressing, somehow moving so fast as to bypass Guyver Warrior’s ability to
exist outside of a moment. Perhaps even this of course events would be
fathomable, if it didn’t negate a few laws of physics, but regardless it was
Balufaust would respond amongst the rabid chaos, shouting back through a
communication system that spanned nearly the entirety of known existence ((
Commander, I am in route with reinforcements as well as a new form of technology
supplied by the Creators. They have notified me that its sole intention is the
continued threat the beast poses. It is good to hear you are still alive. )) a
long silence followed, as though no further response could be obtained. For the
time being, this lone warrior would be completely unaided.
Taking this into full consideration Guyver Warrior knows it is his duty to make
at least a viable attempt to survive the oncoming onslaught. Quantum time was
abandoned for the moment, as Guyver Warrior reentered the normal flow of time
space. His thoughts fell to the normality of the situation, as well as
continuously computing possible scenarios within alternating time streams. The
matrix computer would dissect each and every passing moment, discovering nuances
that could be used to the host advantage. None of them seemed plausible until
the possibility of evading such an attack was facilitated.
Upon the reentry into normal space, the hyper dimensional plane would be
accessed. Guyver Warrior at least still had teleportation to his advantage, so
used this benefit to translocate himself to an affixed position behind the
Time would pass as though within the blink of an eye. A flash of light and
Guyver Warrior would appear behind the beast, but within this fraction of a
second, the beast would already be prepared and poised at the new location of
Guyver Warrior. Flaring through the skies as though some preverbal bat out of
hell, the Beast baring his blades, with velocity fixed, and his gaze sharply
tuned for his enmity’s aggression.
Hyper space had allowed Guyver Warrior to recover for the most part. Time itself
within that dimension existing out of par with the linear progression of normal
time space. This of course meant that for the moment he had disappeared in real
time, minutes had passed within the energy rich dimension of hyper space,
minutes he used to fully repair the functionality of his corresponding systems.
Minutes he used to completely restore his lacking energy supply, as well as make
modifications to his unit that might further allow this mighty defensive measure
to the continue. Minutes he used, to come up with a plan, and intention of
The beast charged, aware of this transformation, but not put off by it. Both
monstrosities not met within the air. Guyver Warrior extended a gravitational
buffer between the oncoming attack and himself. Various newly formed quantum
control orbs acting in unison as they exerted their presence over a menagerie of
graviton particle fields within his current proximity, pulling them into a
unilateral formation as to create an affix point in space to greatly increase
the gravitation pull.
This force was enough to slow the Beast, but not to completely stop him. A great
variance of these particles also supplied the forward shielding structure
initially constructed within the progression of the moment. An outstretched
appendage marked its point of formation, as dangling phalanges would denote its
The Beast stop short of its actual location, morphing his wings to spread across
but nano meters from its surface and draw laitance within the rear quadrants of
Guyver Warrior’s visage. The flanked combatant turned on step, keeping a hyper
sensory orb on the Beast as his other hand flexed in correspondence with the
incoming plasmatic structures. Another shield raised, mirroring the first, but
unlike this first construct, this one would be forced to merge with the previous
presiding construct and make the mass whole.
Another moment passed.
The Beast struck with full intent. Guyver Warrior’s shielded buckled under the
immense force demonstrated. Coiled fingers from this Beast forced their way
against the gravity based structure, causing it to flex into the indentations of
various fingers. Plasmatic wings pierced various locations of the now left
facing surface, and lingered in as though coiling ivy. They raided the left limb
of Guyver Warrior, looping around his hand within an instant.
Guyver Warrior forced his arm back, firing a barrage of quantum beams at this
plasma field, only to find the effects nearly null. The Beast’ image teetered
into sight. Warrior’s peripheral vision of his actual eye catching glimpses of
this create as it mocked him but inches from his face. It was almost too much to
The moment paused.
Quantum time was once more ascertained. Moments to pass within a single moment,
a thought possessed, “Simply Ideal.” Death would chuckle within an instant, life
flashing before ones eyes. This was it, the moment of truth… Just one more
moment, and it could all end. (( Balufaust, the need is ever near. Either you
engage now, or all is lost! )) Multiple moments progress, but all within the
same moment, trillions of possibilities unfold before him. The various ways he
could end his existence, elaborations numbering beyond comprehension. As the
possibilities of these tendrils intended path would unfold, showing the actual
alternate timelines within his immediate future, allowing this Warrior of the
Guyvers to perceive his own doom a billion ways over before… before a response.
(( What word of you… )) a brief pause ensued as Guyver Warrior keys his systems
within the expanses of quantum time to correspond with the temporal signature of
Balufaust. A sort of fuzzy transistor radio sound altered him to the continuous
of this idiom. (( …We have located the temporal coordinates of your current
scape, we require that you create a spatiotemporal variance within your current
locale in order to further facilitate our entry.. )) it trailed off as Guyver
Warrior further contemplated the situation at hand. That handy-dandy quantum
computer allowing him to more readily observe the progression of possibility
based upon the dissent of succession supplemented by the arrival of Balufaust
and his forces. It drew an almost immediate blank, instead insisting upon his
demise at the hands of the beast.
Guyver Warrior was to shout back through this same moment within moments “No
go.” But instead relented and allowed his thought to center on the undertaking
currently under charge. His words reverberated through time itself, finding
their designated location and relaying this prose of thought, (( Give me a
The moment resumed.
Finding that his own quantum orbs would not be enough to stop the relentless
atrophy, represented by the plasmatic tendrils of the Beast wings, Guyver
Warrior would instead position this wayfaring beam to sever his own arm. The
pain of course was immense, but not enough to prevent Guyver Warrior from
completing his task. The appendage was not a requirement of this process
anyways, the shield of course had buckled, but the nuance it created was enough
to secure a relative understanding of the gravimetric fields in his proximity.
The gravity field’s construction had allowed for a calculated risk, of course it
would fail against the immense power that the Beast had mandated against it, but
its mere existence had forged an inconsistency within that Guyver Warrior used
to his advantage. Coupling the various gravimetric fields within his direct
immediacy, Guyver Warrior forged a make shift worm hole, just as his back
thrusters initiated and flung him further into the aethry.
Another delay within a moment.
(( Now. )) Guyver Warrior protested.
Time itself would invert, spatiotemporal mesh giving way to the immediate
excitement of an oncoming conclave. Guyver Warrior stood in front of this
inter-dimensional door way, his silhouette exciting and enthralling the
localized spectators. This mammoth, eerie, incandescing glow emanating from his
form, as the hyper dimensional energies surged into his body. A blinding light
erupted from the fissure as little shadows begin to dot its increasingly massive
It would grow to nearly three miles in diameters, etching it’s self onto the
heavens as it extended. The little blips would give way to massive war ships
that flew outward into the skies, filling them with their mass. The ships
numbered in the thousands, each nearly a mile long. Hundreds of thousands of
Guyver like constructs joined these masses; all centralized around one hovering
body… the form of Balufaust.
The Beast lurks but a moment away, as time outside of the event horizon still
exist outside of the moments within a moment. As each new ship enters the space
beyond the reach of the event, they too join with the normality of the ebb,
frozen in position, awaiting the moment to pass, so that the future may
(( Comrade, it is good of you to join me. )) says Guyver Warrior with a hint of
(( Indeed. )) Replies Balufaust, as the event horizon closes and time space
buckles to compensate for the expenditure. A massive flash over taking the
expecting audience as Guyver Warrior continues to extend his right hand, using
it as a focal point for his gravitational expenditure. Another hand joins his,
this one holding some form of mechanical instrumentation that is even unknown to
It is the hand of Balufaust, and within it does he hold an Advent manufactured
device. The two warriors give each other a sort of sideways glance as both
grimace in relief at the object set before them. A pulse of light, something
beyond light, flashes from both parties’ control medallion.
The moment pauses.
Immense amounts of information are transcribed between Balufaust and Guyver
Warrior, enough to perchance, offset the balance of the battle at hand. Within
this moment does too, the ranged attack fleet, interconnect to Guyver Warrior
through this shared telepathy. It’s organic computers corresponding with the
newly integrated Guyver Warrior as to further this state of interconnectivity.
“This ends now Beast!!!” Guyver Warrior shouts.
A beam of light pours forward from the device, aided by another beam from Guyver
Warrior’s matrix. Both beams intermingle for a brief time before spreading out
and piercing the physical form of the Beast, shooting through the various make
up’s of his organics, as well as various temporal constructs.
Time falters, and refines the point of epiphany, as maelstroms run rampant
across its very core. Causing alternations within the constitutional fibers of
the root temporal construct. It if enough to shake the progression of the Beast…
He falls from the skies, tormented and struggling upon the surface of the earth.
Just upon impact with the ground, the attack fleet powers weapons and begins a
bombardment upon his figure. Swarms of Guyver like beings flying as though
within the formation of a flock of birds, swooping downward as though to further
offset the sly intentions of possibility.
(( He can not be allowed to regain his composure, prepare for another assault!
The order is not refined. Its origination is not from just one single being, but
it exist as though some mass communication from beyond generalized
understanding. It is the advents, speaking out as one harmonious voice. Their
intentions are direct, the beast has provided them with the possibility of
disaster, the intention of the indenture of further moments. It must be negated.
The Beast writhes in agony, joined by countless soldiers, intent on his
destruction. The minds of Guyver Warrior and Balufaust extent out into the
firmament, their mental constructs working as one as they further compensate for
the variance within temporal signatures. Another bolt of light pulses from the
instrument. It is not a physical thing, for its harm is not constituted towards
the masses of the advent army, rather merely for the temporal signature of the
It sears into him again, forcing the formation of the Guyver to separate from
the initial host construct. “It no longer exist!!!” screeches the voice of the
beast, as he pries away at the numerous warriors of the advent army, tearing at
his own flesh, and groping at other portions of it with nefarious constructs of
constituted appendages. “I have destroyed it!!!” he continued to bellow, as the
appearance of a malformed cadaver begins to give way…
The Beast, now without a living host, and being slowly but surely cut off from
dimension after dimension, begins to act like a rogue unit. In fact it is quite
amazing that it is still active at all, however GuyverWarrior, Balufaust, and
the rest of the Advent fleet are shown their doubts hold no ground when the
Beast begins to fire its Head laser at the fleet of ships that has amassed
against him. It would seem even without a host, and the fact that he is slowly
being cut off from the multiverse, he is no less of a threat, possibly even more
GuyverWarrior and Balufaust exchange a glance, and GuyverWarrior sends him a
message, (( It would seem this device is going to take more time than we might
have Balufaust, we may have to consider sacrificing one of us in order to
completely destroy this threat. )) GuyverWarrior was of course referring to
himself and Balufaust, yet the latter doesn’t acknowledge this suggestion, he
merely focuses on utilizing the device supplied by the Advents to it’s utmost
potential. GuyverWarrior can only shake his head, fully prepared to do what it
takes to complete the task set before him by the Advents.
The Beast, growing more insane and desperate as each moment passes, sends a
volley of beams from his head laser towards GuyverWarrior and Balufaust, hoping
at least to stop the device that is slowly crippling him. The duo however
successfully avoids the blasts, doubling their efforts to sever his ties between
dimensions. Growing ever more irrational, the Beast begins to fire his head
laser erratically at anything around him, swiping and clawing at everything that
moves within his vicinity. Inexorably however, his attention always refocuses on
GuyverWarrior and Balufaust, and the duo is rewarded with a triple pressure
cannon blast before the Beast begins to fire erratically once more.
Knowing either of them can’t successfully defend against the triple blast alone,
GuyverWarrior engages his gravitation shield and stretches it outwards to
envelop Balufaust as well, who in turn does the same, so their shields overlap
providing more defensive power than either would alone. The blasts hit, almost
collapsing both shields, but they hold long enough so that what remains isn’t
strong enough to damage them, and GuyverWarrior begins to scan the battlefield
looking for a more strategic position they can attack from, hoping the fleet and
ground troops will keep the Beast occupied long enough for the two of them to do
The fleet taking a beating from the Beast, at least 10% of the fleet has been
destroyed, and another 25% damaged so early into the battle, they are however
providing a good distraction, even their combined firepower isn’t sufficient to
hurt the beast in any appreciable way thanks to the w’kar element. The beast
merely suffuses the energy used against him back into his systems, either
repairing himself or sending energy attacks right back. The ground troops
however, are another matter entirely, like lambs to the slaughter; the Beast
dispatches them as if they were paper thrown into the wind.
GuyverWarrior doesn’t acknowledge their loss as anything less than the troops
doing their duty. They were commanded to combat the beast, and if that means
certain death, they are happy to oblige. Balufaust inclines his head towards
GuyverWarrior before saying, (( The decisive part of this battle is drawing
near, we shall then see if this device can really defeat the beast with any form
of permanence, if not, we shall have to fall back on plan B. )) GuyverWarrior
nods to Balufaust in return and watches as the Beast frantically tries to
destroy everything in his path.