THE WORLD BATTLE

[Creator]

"I don't have to punch you," he said, relaxing. "I already got my skin cells on you. While we've been fighting, they've crawled inside you, spread into your stomach." At his command, the tiny specks inside Darius' stomach began to replicate and expand, growing like a tumor, pressing against the walls of his stomach and expanding farther still.
"I may not kill you, but I can make living rather uncomfortable."

[demonfire]

In the sky a large green dot was forming, and then was shot down at incredible speed towards the battle ground...until it collided. The crater was the size of an ant, and angry grunts of soldiers followed.

"Cuurr, Big Wig, I think that was a waste of money. Time to order an Enchilada," came the voice of Storm Trooper 1.

"DUDE! If someone says Cuurr one more time I'm going to have to pistol whip you!" yelled Storm Trooper 2.

"...Cuurr..." said Storm Trooper 1, before ST2 pistol whipped him the the laser pistol in his hand.

"Not Cool, not cool. Why do you hate me because I'm beautiful?" asked ST1.

"We're all freakin CLONES! WE ALL LOOK THE SAME!" said ST2.

"Well, some of us look better than others. Cuurr, And Command, cancel that Enchilada order, I think I'll need a burrito, extra spicy." said ST1.

"Oh SHIT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID?!" said ST2.

"Thank me later, I knew that you were just angry because you were hungry."

"YOU JUST ORDERED THE DESTRUCTION OF THIS PLANET!"

There was silence...at least until ST1 yelled aloud..."RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" and began shooting at random soldiers to make it to the escape pods of podliness.

"Random Number countdown engaged...2...84...3...999..." came the loud roar of the space station above all of the chaos.

[[red].Raven]

The Phoenix screeched once more as the eagle clamped onto it. For a moment, it seemed as though it was over for the bird as the blade came spinning toward it.

And that may have been true.

The Phoenix didn't disappear. It didn't dematerialize. It simply struggled against the Eagle's vice-like grip until Niram'hiru's attack was charged. The beam hit its target, point blank. The black flames were extinguished and the white eyes turned black before the once mighty bird fell apart, piece by piece, fragment by fragment, down, down, down, to the earth below. The black phoenix was decimated, and with it, Dimor. Each individual fragment fluttered the the ground far below, landing in a pile without a sound. For one fighter, this battle was at its end.

But that fighter, wasn't Dimor.

Each feathery piece of shadow ignited with a black fire and levitated a few meters from the ground. They spun around in an elliptical vortex, slowly at first, but gaining speed quickly. They spun so fast they were only a smudge of black. All at once, the vortex imploded, pulling into on itself, and, in an outburst of black feather, there was Dimor, healthy and stronger than ever.

You ever heard that a phoenix will rise again from its ashes?

It's true.

With an expressionless look up at Niram'hiru, Each one of Dimor's six rings burst into a blinding white light. He raised both hands above his head and aimed them- palms forward- toward the Eagle and Dain. In a flash of power, a spectrum of light shot for the two enemies. What was interesting about Dimor, especially after he retrieved the Rings, was that he could mimic Elemental attacks. Not exactly, but to some extent with his own variations. Now the beam that had destroyed the Phoenix was being used against its creator.