Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25597877-20170112232225/@comment-26444332-20170122011541

Gilgamesh's gates flash red-gold, marking them about to fire- and then Asariel snaps his eyes open.

'Eine unendliche Weltschmiede!' he shouts.

"An Infinite World Forge!"

Golden circuits flare with crackling electric light, and flames race to form a ring around the area, enclosing everyone (including the hidden metahumans observing the battle). Gilgamesh's eyes widen in surprise, and his Gate of Bablyon falters.

An instant later, the world goes white. When the light fades, and the spots clear from their eyes, they behold a shifting wasteland of sand, ash, and bare rock, filled with sulfurous yellow gases drifting in the hot breeze. In the distance, monolithic black iron gears fill the sky in every direction, churning like a massive Victorian factory. And piercing the ground as far as the eye can see, like grave markers to an unimaginably large battle, are swords, spears, halberds, and more, of every type, from every period in history.

'Welcome to my Absolute Reality Works,' Asariel says, slipping his fingers around the grip of an arming-sword and pulling it from the ground. 'My Infinite World Forge.'

Gilgamesh snorts, having somewhat recovered his composure.

'A Reality Marble, eh?' he says, golden ripples forming behind him, targeting Asariel. 'What do you think you can do with this wretched mental landscape?'

Asariel's eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and Gilgamesh's ripples of light are slashed apart. Swords rise from the ground, trailing an electric blue light.

'I hope you have enough weapons, King of Heroes.'

'Don't get cocky, mongrel.'

Asariel nods to the rest of the metas present.

'I can't defeat him alone,' he admits. 'So we'll have to do this one together.'