The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny

[Netdroid9]

...Those who call themselves the Flock, I challenge you to a deathmatch. I do this without the backing of the council, nor that of any other group. In this battle, there will be only one rule: Kill everyone, no matter what alliences you may have formed. Prepare to meet your makers!

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The Everchanging Glade, so called because that it will shape itself to satisfy your merest whim. It has long been considered holy by The Cult of the Llama. None were allowed to enter it's grounds. That is, until Net appeared out of nowhere slinging a BFG and a brief-case full of cash. In a moment they were gone, and Net was left alone on top of a small hill.

"I should've packed lunch..." Said a remarkably unprepared Net. That was all the glade needed. Half a dozen Cheese & Crackers trees appeared out of nowhere, holding an aura around them which almost made you believe that they had always been there. "That's nice..."

"The others are going to show up soon, I'd better build a-" Net had never seen a Fort tree before now, but he knew what it was instantly. The smell of Fort was unmistakable. "-Wow. That was fast."

And so he sat in his Fort eating Cheese and Crackers, waiting for his enemy to show up.

[Goron40]

Goron wandered by, having no intention to join such a battle.

"Has it ever occured to you, Cheese and Cracker boy, that they are a group of peace, and do not simply go out and join in random fights without good cause?"

"No, I'm not in the flock..."

[Netdroid9]

...Didn't think of that. Tell you what, I'll take you hostage, and you try and convince the Flock to some save your sorry ass. Ok? 'Cause if you aren't, I'll understand.

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...WHY!?!!?

*Net bursts into tears.*

[Goron40]

"That's it, I'm leaving this sorry excuse for a thread..."

[Cloud]

Not had a random fighting for a while. Net I accept your challenge and to add more emphasis...-*White Glove trees appear from nowhere, Cloud picks one and slaps Net across the face*

I challenge you to a duel.

Since it's your thread you make the first move.

[Falhado]

Indeed, as a Flock of peace, we shall not attack. We shall only offer our help and support. Lest you wish it not so. I will not rise to idle threats.

Come noe, consider your words, and think about them. If you wish to engage with one such as myself, lets go about it, in a civil way.

Good day to you all.

[Netdroid9]

...Ow.

*A glove tree appears next to Net, as if out of nowhere. It's fruit, a bunch of gloves, drop from the tree and fly towards Cloud on remarkably small wings.*

PREPARE TO BE SLAPIFIED!

[Ruster]

Ooh! three-way!

I also shall participate, athough just for fun, YOU SHALL PAY FOR SAYING THAT THAING YOU SAID! (Oh I dont know any reason)

*that moment the hand of gloves that was winging its way to cloud rebounded off an ebony fist and was sent with double the speed back towards Net and his plant fort*

Wait! how come you get a fort?!

*a fort spings up on the hill on the opposite side of the valley to Nets fort, leaving Cloud, small and lonley by the stream*

Hey! Why has mine got flowers on? Ooh wait! They're exploding blossoms! Cool, I've always wanted one of those!
FIRE ALL!

*suddeny the various and psychodelicly coloured flowers on the walls of her fort grew to tremenous size and were flung with great force from their vines to explode in a great choking cloud of pollen on Net's hill*

Take that and get hayfever you feind!

[Cloud]

*Cloud wished for a fort. A small fort made of wood appeared.*

I'm thinking too small, I need to thing big.

*Cloud rewishes for a fort but one that's bigger badder and more powerful than anything on this battlefield. A flying fort appears equipped with many weapons*

Look at that the tides have turned. FIRE AT NET!

*Cloud's fort started firing tree branches and bee hives at Net's hill.*

[Netdroid9]

ACTIVATE SHIELDS!

*ZING!*

...Why are there wierd spo-

*The spores latch onto the incoming projectiles and turn them into dust.*

-es... SWEET!

[Ruster]

*Ruster lets out a scream of rage*

No! why have my wepons turned to my enemies advantage?!

*she turns to a display on a gigantic leaf and help up with branches high in the uppermost tower of the fort*

Show me my soldiers!

*On the screen appears an areal shot of rows upon rows of Bowtruckles (which I have breifly stolen from Harry Potter to use for my own devices mwhaha)*

What??? What are they?! They had better be vicious!
Brigades one to four forward to surround and lay seige to Cloud's fort!
Brigades sixty to seventy five! Attaaaaaaaaaack!!!

*The small brown creatures immediatley moved out and a significant number surrounded Cloud while the rest of them ploughed on towards the other side of the valley, ripping up plants and scaling trees as they went*

[Angel]

*a boiling cloud of fire rolls into the sky. leviathan hunks of durning sulfur hurl down onto anything and everything. on the ground beneath the rageing storm batalion after battalion of stone clad warriors, built of fire, march. their feet rock the stone and earth as the pound down together. drums weilded by beasts of mammoth proportions pound out a beat, the wielders stand out like islands in a sea of marching, sinister figures.
the first ranks hit the tree line and the forest begins to burn. the flames roar in time with the ever advancing army. great seige weapons are hauled over the horizon by ranks of foul currs, twelve feet high at the shoulder. above them the clouds of raging fire boil and the whole sky is blackened by foul smoke and lit red by belching flames. the finay rays of the sun are blotted out by a battalion of red and black birds with dripping, hooked beaks and filthy claws. their feirce battle cries rend the air and prophesy painfull deaths.
the army crashes down onto the battle field and rend and tear at all who stand in their way.*

[Ruster]

The air was rank with the smell of brimstone and burning flesh.
The animals of the forest were streaming away from certain death and the ground was thick with them and their fallen comrades, the lush green of the grass inking with their blood as foul streams of smoke coiled and strangled the moist evening air.

The only things left unmoving among the thrashing and screaming trees were the banks upon ranks of Browtruckles, frozen and hard.

On the hill another fire was burning. Behind a dark face, a mind was controling that fire. Coaxing it. Taming it. Stoaking it.

A pair of white eyes opened. It was behind those eyes that that fire burned. Exept now, instead of red, this flame was cutting torch blue. And it was sharp.

From between a pair of wide ebony lips issued a cry. It started low. Like the groaning of roots in a storm. Then it rose, growing in pitch and volume like the screaming of splinters ripped from the arms and boughs of trees in a hurracane. Untill the very air was screeching with it.

The very forest itself seemed to convulse in sympathy of the torture essayed in the shriek, and continued to writhe and twist until, in the darkening air, and the swirling and tremulous clouds a great lightning bolt sprung from the sky and smashed into the earth with enough force to create a ripple in the earth - a great tidal wave of rock and stone and earth that went crashing and cresting outwards in a great ring.

But, in the light of this great strike a sinister sight could be seen.

A enormous emerald eye glistened malevolently in the sharp afterglow.
After a moment it rose up in a long sinuous movement and a mouth large enough to swallow a mountain opened to reveal two glistening, dripping fangs long enough to peirce the heart of a continent. From this mouth came shriek like that of a prehistoric preditor. Across the land, a new fear was born in hearts great and small.

The forest was no more. In its place writhed the coils of a gargantuan snake, its scales made of leaves fossilised with time and liquid energy.

"If you insist on playing with the big girls, infant...I will show you my toysssssssssss"

[Angel]

the raging clouds of fire overhead burn fiercer and a great beast hurtles from their midst. body of fire and bones of steel, it crashes into the ground. out of the smoke a paw, wreathed in fire and armed with four imense claws, steps onto the plain. where it touches the ground burns, plants ignite and turn to ash, stones melt and smoke rises, black and deadly. a second imense paw chrashes down to join the first, moments later a muzzle then a head follows. its gaping maw is filled with teeth of fire, burning white. flames roar as it swings its head high in vicious salute. its eyes are dark pits, flames of black and red burn in their depths, and they are filled with century old rage and lust for battle.
on the beasts imense head a comanding figure stands, wreathed in black fire. she rears the beast and sends it crashing to earth again. she has anounced her arival on the battle field. her armies fight with redoubled vigor and tear through the remaining enimies, blades hacking and drums beating in a deep throb that portends death to all who hear it.
the great beast leaps and lands infront of the snake. it attacks first and swipes at the thigs head, flames stream out behind the gargantuan paw and its sharp claws make to rake he snakes fesh clean from its bones

[Cloud]

*A lightning strike hit the middle of all this madness. Time and time again this happened, in exactly the same place. The earth started to rise from this most sacred of places, ice started raining down everywhere sending hisses from the ensuing flames. A dragon of immense beauty glided down, thunder ricocheting from its elegant scales. Glistening in the flames all around, the dragon breathes blue flame on them putting them out instantly. Ice rained down heavier and lightning kept coming in the sacred spot. The earth was now a small hill and upon this a ghostly figure hovered down. It stopped here while the dragon went to the castle of Cloud. It seemingly picked up an unknown figure and retreated to the safety of the hill. The dragon flew towards the great armies on the battlefield, breathing blue flame on them soon after. If anyone looked closely at the dragon they would notice it was comprised entirely of ice with electricity seemingly flowing through the creature. The two figures upon the hill merged resulting in the dragon shattering into millions of pieces, hitting the armies below.*

Enough of this. You shouldn't have awoken me from my slumber...