((Bullshit.))

Demetrius, however immortal, wasn't immune to the unimaginable pain that Rhiya had inflicted upon him and passed out, dreaming coma dreams about epic dodging and elder gods.

Back in the world outside his exposed brain, Rei called out the results. "Bleh... Demetrius has been eliminated by KO, it seems," she stated squeamishly, "but he requires immediate medical attention. Obviously."

And so, the body vanished, though his skull inexplicably remained in Rhiya's hand.

As the lightning arced toward Krylo he charged forward, simultaneously activating his rarest ability. Eldritch runes wrapped about his body as his skin transformed, becoming a dark blue color. His hair disappeared and his eyes seemed to be covered by some sort of translucent film.

The lightning struck his body, and the blue turned to red in a few spots where the lightning struck him--drawing gasps of pain from him as the super-heated carbon burnt his normal flesh underneath, though most of it, finding him suddenly very non-conductive, arced around his body.

He snapped up his arm and released three more armor piercing rounds toward PB's central body mass.

(OOC: Using his rune power to transfigure his skin into carbon nanotubes. I ripped the idea off of FMA totally and completely.)

Noticing the sudden and quite rapid change from normal meatbag!Krylo to super carbon!Krylo, and the sudden ineffectivity of her Thor's Hammers... Phoenixbot ALMOST smiled.

Almost.

There wasn't time to revel in the sudden realization that her target was, indeed, crystalline carbon. Crunching the frequency required to shatter errant carbon nanotubes often found in mechawright laboratories, Phoenixbot rapidly recalibrated the weapon she had earlier used on Ungainus. Said speakers once again popped out of their shielding hatches in the woman's shoulders.

"PHONOMEZER!" SCREEEEEEHHHEEEEEESCREEEEHEHEEEEE!

Thus came the shout and subsequently horrible screeching sound that accompanied a tight-stream sonic disentigrator wave. Upping her secondary power, Phoenix temporarially shut down her T-hammers while preforming the attack for maximum effectiveness. Krylo's rounds DID hit her, as such a high power wave required energy from motion aswell as weapons. Fortunately for Phoenixbot, the bullets were temporarially destabilized by the high power sonic burst, tumbling and fragmenting moments before hitting her, causing light damage to the majority of her torso, making a mess of microweave uniform.

The Keyman Newbs, having narrowly avoided getting squashed by not an elephant, was startled when Red and Blue were suddenly grabbed by Mesden.

Green, still in stealth/speed form, dove for the gem dropped by Demetrius, and acted fast, pointing it at the not-elephant. The gem and headband glowed, and suddenly each Keyman Newb was holding a gem, which promptly turned into a sign saying "I am not Newb." Hopefully, this would cause sufficient confusion to allow the next step, as Not-Green dove back towards the other two Keyman Newbs to finally make use of the escape rope, and teleport to the other side of the arena where it was a lot safer.

And just in time, too, as time finally caught up and teleported the gem, and the signs, away to someplace else.

Green immediately dove under a CARDBOARD box while Red and Blue began rushing towards Arhra.

For a moment everything tingled, even tickled a bit, and then he couldn't move at all. Not even to cover his ears from the terrible screeching noice, or to wince. Krylo's entire body was quaking at a speed that seemed impossible, and it normally would have been, but his skin was vibrating extremely fast. Every molecule of his nanotube 'skin' shook violently, trying to break apart from the whole, until, finally, it did.

His skin shattered off of him, small flakes of crystalline carbon floating to the ground around him, as Krylo fell to his knees in a kind of pain he really, really, wished he could say he had never experienced before. Sometimes being immortal really sucked.

Every muscle fiber and blood vessel was completely exposed. He looked like one of those models you see in a science class room of the human musculature system, except this model was clapping his hands over his ears tightly, his forty four laying on the ground in front of him, with nothing but empty shells in its chambers.

IC saw krylo losing his skin, and it looked like he was about to lose. That mean he would lose the Wind Edge. Well, it sucked that he didn't get a chance to us it. Then a thought struck him, maybe it isn't too late.

IC reared back with it, then hurled it towards Krylo, since he was about to go out, IC thought to go ahead and give him his weapon back. He put in a lot of power with that throw too, hopefully enough to send kyrlo flying when he 'caught' it. Of course, you never knew what would happen.

Phoenixbot aimed both of her Thor's Hammers at the prone Krylo, the weapons steadily crackling back up to their former full charge. Slowly, she advanced on the fallen Mod.

"Stand down, Krylo-san." The android coldly demanded, "I will not hesitate to mutilate your internal organs if you do not immediately cease and desist."

She almost looked sad... If a killer android could look sad, that is.

Krylo's skin was already beginning to grow back, in the normal meat-bag propensity, as PB approached. However, the sound quieted, and Krylo could begin to think as the pain dulled and regeneration kicked in.

A quiet whirring sound caught his ears and he could see the wind edge flying directly toward him. He panted a bit and looked up at PB, listening to the whirr of the Wind Edge while seeming to concentrate intently on the android, waiting for the perfect moment.

"...No..." He leapt backwards, and the Thor's Hammers immediately fired, just as the Wind Edge flew between the android and immortal. Using the momentary cover Krylo drew both of his nine millimeter pistols and began unleashing as many bullets as he could toward the 'barrels' of the weapons. He knew his weapons were far too weak to do any real damage to the android proper, but he was hoping that a good shot could ruin the Thor's Hammers, at least.

Of course, the lightning still blasted him as soon as the Wind Edge had passed and his body twitched and smoked violently. Somewhere amidst the haze of pain he hoped that the bullets could take out the cannons before they took him out.

The wrath manifest had emerged, a poor guy had his skull forcibly removed (He'd be fine. Nein had been without a skull for some of his first early years.) and Krylo'd been de-skinned. He didn't count him out though. Krylo killing you without his skin was not only painful to watch, but painful to watch as he hurt you without it.

It was time for Pyros to get serious. Now, to use his items of doom.

The bladees went off, and already Pyros could feel the effects.....Nothing. Nothing could harm him! Nothing! No-
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Okay....this would be a problem.

As it was, Pyro's psyche was split against himself, order versus-HEY SHUT UP! It's not bad! I"M FREE! I"M FREE!!!Huh? Whazzat? I'm your side of ORDER! And now, now I can bring about a world where everyone looks the same, and all thought is uniform! My thought! PURE ORDER! Hmm....wait. I thought I was the orderly one. I'm y'know, not typing in moose unlike certain other people.

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See? No. NO! I'm a PURE order. You're just some middle management compromise Lackey. Now, as a free man, I shall do what should have been done along time ago!

You didn't count on ONE thing, Order! What is that?

Pyros chucked the Edge of DAwn and burst of Twilight away, freeing himself from the massive sundering headache of earlier. That was messed up. He should have known better than to mess with any power that POS handed him. With the already tipping over balance restored to it's former self, he decided to go to plan b.

The numerous explosions had a pleasant effect for one Pyros Nine, blasting the water away and allowing his wet fur to dry. For as many would note, water not only inhibited Pyros's ability to shapeshift, but also inhibited his ability to spit fire, at least in the kitty form. Wet fur was everybody's worst enemy.

Licking the caked mud off his fur, Pyros felt as if it were time. Time...for people to die.

Pyros leapt up.

"Henshin-A-go-go, baby!" The tiny cat exploded, (Hey, everybody else's doing it! Like smoking!) and the flame that came out reshaped itself to a new form, with magically appearing armor.

Anyone who watched the shocking recreational documentary of ancient combat: "Aristigalde: The Bloody week", would find this visage familiar. It was none other than Kings who stood before them. Well, actually it was Pyros wearing King's armor, but the point was still there. Red hair, ancient armor of ass kicking, and quite possibly the show's popularity would rise again.

Assuming of course, both stations covering were legitimate, and one wasn't just running from stuff stolen from Gaia.

"Prepare for the Reign of Fire!"

*Kshing, ktweur!* Several nine milimeter rounds richocheted off the fairly sturdy barrels of the paired T-Hammers, as they blasted away with the unerring accuracy typically becoming of arc weapons. Phoenixbot began a steady right circular strafing walk to keep the pressure on while presenting Krylo with a moving target.

A bullet pinged off her torso, and another off her left arm cannon, and another, and another... And one off the right, and then, with the probability of almost one in a million, one of the 9mm bullets intersected the kyon-ray "Painter" that directed the lighting at specific targets. Subsequently, Phoenixbot's right arm cannon shorted, and began arcing at various nearby targets.

Smirking, she angled her body to use the damaged right arm cannon as a shield to protect her as she blasted away at the beleagured mod with her left arm.