P90 - The Last 10 Seconds

"10"

Blaidd and Rikushi's eyes snapped open, their irises swirling with prismatic energy, infinite colors shifting like galaxies being created. Their hair blazed with light, strands flickering through every shade and tone, while their skin turned dark as the void itself--a canvas for the power coursing through them.

And then--they were gone.

In less than a heartbeat, Rikushi reappeared behind the Sniper. He snapped its neck then thrusted his hands straight through its armored back, fire erupting from his palms like a volcanic tide. The sniper convulsed as waves of flame consumed its body and combusted. At the same moment, Blaidd appeared behind the Exosuit. Its limbs dropped to the ground before it even realized what had happened, severed clean the instant Blaidd's eyes laid upon it, with next, its head flying off and away, all within a second.

"9"

Before Tavrokh could react, both prismatic warriors stood before him. A single second dragged into eternity as their gazes locked.

"8"

And then they vanished upward, leaving behind twin trails of rainbow-prismatic light. The trails sliced across Tavrokh's massive frame, carving through him with such precision the giant staggered, his blade falling out of his hand.

Far above, the battlefield seemed to pause.

The Creators, seated upon their godly thrones, leaned forward. For the first time, they were not looking down in condescension--but ahead, eye to eye with two mortals who now stood as their equals.

"7"

In unison, the gods summoned their elements. Firestorms, avalanches of stone, torrents of water, gales sharp as blades, all surged toward the two. But before the barrage could touch them, a radiant shield manifested--a barrier harder than steel, stronger than belief itself. It absorbed the gods' fury, shimmered, and then dissolved once its purpose was fulfilled.

"6"

Rikushi and Blaidd reached out, their hands locking together in perfect sync.

"For the centuries you've looked down on us, mocked us, and belittled us..." Blaidd's voice, sending chills across the lands.

"5"

"...we'll return you back to the very dust you first created," Rikushi finished, his tone sharp as fire.

"4"

Both reached into their own torsos as if tearing open the veil of existence. From their chests, they drew blades of pure prism-light, swords that radiated every color and none at once. The air warped around them, reality shuddering.

With a single, unified step, they vanished.

"3"

The next instant, they were among the Creators--dashing, swinging, slicing. Each god was cut by prismatic steel, their divine forms unraveling as the mortal-made gods delivered judgment.

In one final sweep, Rikushi and Blaidd descended back to the arena floor. The cuts they left across the Creators ignited, bursting in radiant explosions that tore the gods apart. One by one, each was shattered back to the nothingness from which they had been born.

"2"

But Tavrokh endured.

The towering figure staggered, his obsidian blade dragging against the cracked arena floor as he forced himself forward. His body was carved with prismatic gashes, his breaths ragged, yet still he moved.

And then--a deafening yell ripped from both Rikushi and Blaidd, their voices shaking the very skies. Their cry was not just of defiance, but of summoning.

"1"

The heavens split.

From above, a third figure came crashing down, wielding a sword of pure prism-fire. The blade cut through Tavrokh in one perfect arc, cleaving the god of rock himself as though he were made of glass.

"0"