"On the offensive." It is a grim statement from the Behemoth, and I understand what he's trying to say. Healing is all well and good, but I should probably help but down the foes before us. First, those Necromancers. I choose one of them as my target, and unleash hell.
Globules of plasma and hypervelocity kinetic rounds spew forth from an arsenal that appears with a snap of the fingers. Well, an attempted one. Even with mysterious reality breaking powers I can't actually snap my fingers, at all. Still, that doesn't reduce the amount of death heading towards the unfortunate magic user, explosions flaring as floating automated guns fire again and again. Blue spheres detonating into short-lived miniature stars while tungsten shells hit home with the kinds of forces usually reserved for much larger meteors.
It doesn't stop there, of course. I summon an axe larger than me, sheathed in matter-flensing energies, and dash forward, practically teleporting across the intervening space. I strike once, twice, a thousand times, murder coming in from every direction, the giant Power Axe coming in from all sides with the force to behead mountains through impact alone, disregarding its advance properties. I dismiss the weapon with a flick of the wrist, but I'm not done yet.
With a single yell, my body becomes wreathed in flames as the arsenal disassembles and goes high up, components interacting in new ways. Out of sight, out of mind, but not for long. Back with the Necromancer, I once again unleash a storm of deadly blows, this time simply using flame covered fists, smashing into the foe with something of a fury. I combo him across the entire room, each smashing hit sending the enemy flying several meters, but I'm at the other end each and every time, going at an insanely fast velocity, beyond mach speed. Knee rams into gut as fist connects with face, elbow crashes into back as hand collides with the top of the head, the only thing that can be heard is the thud and crack of impact after impact as I hit the target many times, burning him as I do all the while.
After five seconds of constant assault, what must seem like an eternity for the battered foe, I send them rocketing upwards with a well placed antimatter grenade, and dash back while they are airborne. Up above, the arsenal is finished, reconfigured into a massive particle beam cannon. A beam of light screams through the air, striking downwards and surrounding the foe in a high energy light, vast quantities of power flowing through the weapon as it aims to make the Necromancer cease being biology and start being physics. After another several seconds of being in the middle of a giant energy beam, it disperses, the cannon in the sky dispersing into blue motes of light as it falls to the earth, unpowered, finishing disappearing just as it lands.
After this is done, I drop to my knees and start panting. "Maybe... maybe that was a bit much... for an uncharged attack... but it was worth it."
Death From Afar: 4/10.
Angel of Mercy: 2/10.
+1
@I just write
