This Is the Ultimate Showdown Of Ultimate Destiny

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Characters: Linkara, Mechakara, Judas Liz, Franky, Terra, Aqua, Vin, Jenn, Ninja-Style Dancer, Harvey Finevoice, Axel, and Eraqus
Time: After this post; Evening
Location: Starting at the Blackstone lobby; going to wherever Mechakara and Judas are holed up
Content: Did you see the title of the thread? Seriously. This is it.
Format: Prose, specific

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TEAM MECHAKARA

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He'd had it. Linkara was done with things going wrong, with his friends getting attacked, with the half of his problems that couldn't be attributed to the city itself going back to the robot that had followed him here like a stray and rather rabid dog, and no, he didn't want to keep him.

It was time to finish things.

"Mechakara!" Gun in hand, Linkara glanced around the street that was rapidly becoming a battlefield; just because the robot hadn't shown itself yet didn't mean it wasn't going to happen. "You're through!"

[eroded_earth]

The keyblade was already in Terra's hand, ready to be used at a moment's notice. He bore the weight of it on his shoulder, trying not to think too hard about what the others were facing. He had to have faith that they would be okay because Linkara would need his help in this and it hadn't exactly been in the plan to split up.

As usual though, Terra was quiet. He wasn't much for witty dialogue exchange.

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Watching out the window - or, rather, what was left of the window - Mechakara was very pleased with himself. Turning one of Linkara's friends against him was quite satisfying, especially when it was something with such great destructive potential.

But that didn't mean he intended to leave everything to Franky. The robot turned to leave, and by the time he heard Linkara's challenge he was already on the ground floor of the apartment building. He stepped out into the street, a smug smirk on his face. "Don't be so sure," he replied, gesturing towards where Franky was generally causing a whirlwind of destruction and chaos. "You are not the only one with help this time." Those humans nearby were going to die; Linkara should know what he'd gotten them into.

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He spared a sidelong glance towards Franky's end of the battle - it didn't look good, no, but the way he was going, Linkara knew he couldn't keep it up forever. "Believe me, that won't last long." He pointed the gun at Mechakara, hands steady even though he knew it wouldn't work. More than anything, he was glad to have Terra backing him up right now. "Come to think of it, neither will you." He pulled the trigger, sending a blast of magic towards Mechakara.

There was no turning back now.

[eroded_earth]

Terra brought his keyblade down and decided to boost Linkara's attack power. The tip of the keyblade glowed and Terra held it up, "Thunder!" Lightning rained down from the sky, focused entirely on the area around Mechakara. He didn't think that would really do that much good, but Terra figured adding some kick to Linkara's shot would help.

[seesonlyred]

Mechakara's self-assured smirk just grew as Linkara spoke. The human didn't know the first thing about the inner workings of that cyborg - or rather, its new inner workings. He didn't have any new weapons. He didn't even seem to have a plan. He was bluffing.

The robot stalked forward, taking the blast from the magic gun head-on and letting it crackle away harmlessly against the faint green glow of his shields. The lightning, too, fizzled away upon contact; what sort of self-respecting robot wouldn't be protected against electrical surges?

Mecha's glowing red glare at his opponents never faltered as he shrugged off the attacks. As soon as the last bits of magic had faded away from his form, he quickly lunged towards Linkara, aiming a blow to the stomach with one hand while the other grabbed for the magic gun. Terra would have to be dealt with eventually, he knew, but in the heat of battle it was hard not to focus on tearing his former master's throat out.

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He hadn't expected the Magic Gun to work at all, to be honest, though Terra's spell not having any effect either was a bit more worrying. Whatever happened to the tried and true methods of setting things on fire or just blowing them up?

Mechakara was right about one thing: Linkara was indeed bluffing. Fortunately, that was something he happened to be good at, at least to a point. The problem now was figuring out just where that point was.

At least the robot was predictable - he wanted to cause Linkara pain and he wanted to get up close and personal to do it, and that meant that Mechakara would be coming for him. Linkara dodged the stomach hit - way too narrowly, an inch either way and that really would have hurt - and brought his weapon up to bear - not the magic gun, but the sonic screwdriver, setting it off next to Mechakara's ear. With any luck, that particular frequency and pitch would be enough to rattle something loose in the robot's head and buy Linkara and Terra some time.

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Terra's magic wasn't his strong point anyway. It appeared as though he would have to do this with brute force alone and he did not mind that in the least. Keeping a close eye on the battle as soon as Mechakara was clear of Linkara he would find a keyblade coming down on his head.

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Missing his hit, Mecha made to turn about and lash out at Linkara again; at least, until the sonic screwdiver sent a wave of pain and vertigo over him and he stumbled, hands automatically coming up to try to ward off the piercing frequency.

But despite his handicap, he still saw Terra approaching from the side, and raised one arm to intercept the Keyblade before it hit its target. The robot grimaced briefly at the impact of metal on metal, but then he gritted his teeth and reached for the blade, tugging strongly at it. Not to take the weapon - he'd learned that lesson already - but simply in an effort to throw its wielder off balance as aimed a retaliatory kick towards Terra's kneecaps.

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Hey, it worked. Given how things had been going recently, that was a nice surprise. It was also something to remember - he couldn't surprise Mechakara with it anymore, but an effective tactic was an effective tactic.

Linkara got the hell out of the way, leaving the opening for Terra's strike and wincing at the loud clang on impact. Stolen skin could only hide so much, evidently. He took the second's distraction to pull the Morpher from his pocket. There was a moment's hesitation - this hadn't worked last time - but he needed the boost, and he knew he could count on Terra to watch his back if it failed again. With any luck, this time it'd work.

He held the morpher out in front of him in a firm two-handed grip. "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!"

And this time, it worked. Kind of.

The magic was intact, but it was off somehow - he could feel it. This wasn't what the Morpher usually did

[eroded_earth]

Terra went down. The impact was not what he expected nor had he expected the blow to his kneecaps. It was somewhat humiliating, but he went down and the keyblade slammed into the ground with him. It flashed out in a series of sparks and then something strange happened, instead of returning a familiar looking device clattered to the ground in front of Terra

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As he was taking down the Keyblade wielder, Mechakara heard Linkara shouting that familiar catchphrase and frowned; he should have destroyed that wretched Morpher when he had the chance. Momentarily abandoning Terra in his rage, he turned to face the newly morphed Linkara, ready for a fight.

He was not, however, ready for a Keyblade to the face.

The shock of the impact sent the robot stumbling back. Where had Linkara gotten that? There had been no indication, no records showing that he'd acquired such a powerful new weapon! And it seemed the morpher hadn't been forgotten either; by the time Mechakara saw it in Terra's hands, the human was already morphing into a suit of armor

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While he was none too happy to have the Morpher out of his hands for any reason, Linkara couldn't help but be pleased that Terra had picked up on the catch phrase and, more importantly, that it had worked for him. It was a very odd role reversal, but Linkara was more than willing to go with it.

Plus, watching Mechakara get a boot to the head was just too good to pass up.

He didn't wait around to see the results of that attack - he was already on the move, lunging towards Mechakara for a low strike, swinging the Keyblade in a lateral arc that would, with any luck, hit the robot's chest. If it didn't stun him, it would at least be a distraction, giving Terra some room to move.

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Terra brought his foot back to the ground after he had kicked Mechakara back in Linkara's court. Terra was not very adept at hand to hand combat but he was going to have to make do. Plus, the new armor he had been given seemed to be made well for such actions and was almost easier to move in than his usual armor.

He clenched his fist and rushed forward towards the mecha-duplicate of his friend. It was timed perfectly, as Mechakara was thrown off again by the keyblade's strike. Terra ducked low and aimed several fast punches towards the robot's chest, his blows MUCH more powerful than Linkara's might have been given how much hand-stand pushups and heavy lifting Terra did on a regular basis. After several punches aimmed at the torso, Terra made to give Mechakara an uppercut to the chin.

[seesonlyred]

The blow from Linkara's Keyblade hardly fazed Mechakara. Terra's volley of punches, however, was another matter entirely. The morpher had given the large, muscular human even more strength than normal, and the robot felt something in his chest crunch as sparks flew under Terra's blows.

The uppercut was the last blow. It dropped Mecha to the ground, causing the red lights in his eyes to flicker momentarily. He didn't have much fight left in him, and he knew it. He'd been caught off guard by these new tricks of magic, and now he was outmatched. But Mechakara would be damned if he ever showed weakness to these filthy humans. He would die before he backed down from this fight.

Slowly, chest still shooting sparks, the robot stood, murder in his eyes as he lunged forward for one last attack.

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Linkara couldn't help but smirk at the direction the fight had turned. There was a very good reason he liked having Terra in his corner during a fight, and this was pretty much it. He never could have caused that much damage to Mechakara by punches alone; it seemed that Terra, on the other hand, was having no problem doing exactly that. He sobered up pretty quickly as Mechakara pulled himself to his feet. Something was telling him that this was it - this right here would be the last stand, the end of this fight one way or another.

He stood firm, Keyblade held in a strong two-handed grip. "Are you ready, Terra?" he muttered. The same something that had warned him about the end of the fight was also telling him that, somehow, Terra would know exactly what to do, as would he.