And I can end the planet in a holocaust

[liebe_krieg]

WHO: Rot Team and those who will try to stop them.
WHERE: Washington D.C.
WHEN: Shortly after this post
WARNINGS: Violence and desecration
SUMMARY: The Major was counting on the heroes of the City to not act in force to stop the nuke. He was wrong. Time for a monumental battle.
FORMAT: Whatever works.
NOTES: Don't forget to add your character's tags as they join in!

Welcome to Washington D.C., heroes and villains. Since it’s so late at night, there aren’t many bystanders as Chronos teleports Rot Team into position on the National Mall. The security personnel who are present stand no chance against the supervillains the Major has assembled to ensure his plan’s success. There are screams and sirens as the chaos begins, the air full of panic and frantic phone calls. Beneath the Atlantic Arch of America’s World War Two memorial, the nuclear bomb continues its deadly countdown. If it goes off, the world will be forever changed, and not for the better. Whatever defence plans the Capital has, they don’t include a way to stop nuclear-armed supervillains, at least, not within less than an hour.

It’s all up to the heroes. They have to get to that bomb in time, and they’ll have to fight their way past every bad guy the Major has been able to recruit. No pressure, heroes. Time to save the world.

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[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Before Fakir could marvel long at what Mytho was doing - whatever he was doing - the barrier dissolved, Ganondorf faltered, and he saw their chance. He bolted onto the battlefield, unwilling to let this opportunity pass him by. Ben looked sturdy now, but how long could he last?

"Mytho, follow me!" he called as he rushed forward.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Petals still at his feet, Mytho glided after, just as fast, sword ready. He slid in front of Ben, expecting Fakir to mirror him. Like fighting the Raven... concentrate and focus.

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

With steady strides, Obi-Wan moved forward, twirling the lightsaber with an effortless flip that for a moment revealed the young warrior he had once been. He knew where he must strike, and how hard, and he knew his body and the Force would carry him.

For my Padawan. For the City. For my family.

He raised his sword, the distant thrum of its blade ringing in his ears.

[fistofpower.livejournal.com]

Gaondorf raised his head, yellow eyes dark and angry. If any of them - the children, the warrior, if any of the three thought he was down they were in for a surprise. He raised himself, gripping his fists as dark magic coursed through him, feeding him for lack of a better turn as he gave the Jedi a dark glare...

...and then smiled.

And then laughed, leaping in to the air as though gravity was as nothing, and sending another sphere of energy out.

But this time, not for Obi-Wan - instead, for Fakir.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

As Ganondorf leapt into the air, Fakir stopped in place and turned just in time to see the fireball hurtling at him. He raised his saber before him with a kind of quickness that he didn't know he possessed. Still, he doubted it would be enough. He didn't have the kind of control Ben had, nor the experience. But he had no recourse.

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

And suddenly, that Force-born confidence--the certainty that he knew what he had to do--shifted, as quickly and completely as wind or weather at sea.

"No!"

Without thought, without any regard for the near surety of death that this move would bring down on him, he leaped...

...and the fireball slammed squarely into his torso, knocking him back like a bundle of rags and loose bones.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"FAKIR!" Mytho moved at nearly the same moment Ben did, flower petals flairing up as he swept towards his Knight, grabbing him and flying up out of range, eight feet up into the air.

His breath was coming quickly as he near cling to Fakir, holding him closely. He knew that feeling. All too well.

Fear. Fear of losing his Knight again so soon after--

He wouldn't let that happen again!

[fistofpower.livejournal.com]

Loyalty. Sacrifice. These were virtues so easily manipulated, and so easily abused. Fakir had never been the target in the first place, though he would not have minded the magic connecting - no, it had to make the Jedi vulnerable.

Ganondorf came down hard, foot first, into Obi-Wan's back. He laughed as he did, a loud, 'KEH!' full of scorn and triumph.

This battle was his.

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

The two blows in quick succession knocked the wind out of him, flooding his vision with white spots for several painful moments. Obi-Wan felt his spine bend, felt the internal pop of collarbone breaking and ribcage fracturing.

But the cloud over his vision lifted long enough to show him Fakir and Mytho, well out of harm's way.

His family was safe.

Obi-Wan let his head fall forward and his muscles go limp, accepting unconsciousness, accepting the death he knew must be coming.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir felt a similar terror to Mytho's grip him as he watched Ben get knocked aside and finally go limp on the ground below them. He struggled in Mytho's hold, calling out to his master in the vain hope that he would respond.

I've always been the one to be protected. People always suffer for my sake.

What was that?

"Damn it, Mytho! Let me go or get me to that bastard; I can't just run away!"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"Together, Fakir." Mytho's expression was dead calm and serious, eyes narrow and full of purpose. "Your sword and mine, we'll finish this monster."

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

For once, Fakir was grateful for Mytho's eerie aura of total calm. It eased his mind enough for the raw anger and desperation to ebb away. He nodded once and ignited his saber again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9M1Wf8DU2UA

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

In his mind, Mytho could hear the music starting, filling his ears as he posed, sword pointing outward at their foe. He could feel Fakir match his stance and strength swelled with in him.

Fighting, together with his Knight. Nothing else mattered except defeating the Monster Raven and saving Ben and all those this Monster would seek to harm.

Giving a yell in unison, the pair swooped down, swords side by side, blade to energy as the dove in to land a killing blow.

[fistofpower.livejournal.com]

A final twist of his heel, and Ganondorf stepped off, looking around for the children. Let them see their friend die before their eyes...or had they run off?

No.

He looked up at the sound of a voice, frowning at the two in the air. What could they possibly be up to? No matter. This was already over, there was nothing they could do to stop him-

-and then they moved.

Ganondorf literally didn't know what happened. One moment he was watching them with an air of mocking scorn - the next, his entire body seemed to be scored with blades as he was thrown backwards, and then into the reflecting pool with a final SPLASH.

He sank, the Triforce of Power glowing lightly on his hand.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kB_l4AdtJds

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: I gave permission for that godmodery up there, BTW. IN SOVIET RUSSIA, MYTHO GODMODES FAKIR]]

When they finally set foot on the ground again, Fakir slipped his finger from the power switch on his saber and let the blade flicker out. He said nothing as he looked over at Mytho, his awed expression saying it all for him: Thank you, I love you, You're amazing.

Then, not having forgotten Obi-Wan, he turned on the heel of his boot and went rushing to where his master lay. He placed a hand on his shoulder and griped it. He shouldn't move him, he reminded himself. It could only hurt him more.

If he's even alive.

"Ben?"

see also: end of Duel of the Fates

[taughttolisten.livejournal.com]

One of Obi-Wan's arms was bent at an unnatural angle, and he looked suddenly very small and very young: a scared boy hiding under a beard, in clothes too big for him. A bruise was forming on his cheek, and blood trickled out of one side of his mouth.

But the frail grass near his lips stirred, very faintly, as he breathed.

He was alive.

Barely.

That one's just too obvious.

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"We should return home," Mytho said, voice soft, yet still solid and composed. "There are those back in the City who can help him."

Next on Poetic Parallel Theatre...

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir nodded wordlessly and fumbled for the radio in his pocket.