Endless calculations streamed past my mind's eye. Faster than I could perceive, a plan had unfolded. There were precious seconds to execute it. We'd all have to work together, or perish at the hands of the massive beast bearing down on us. Raising its four arms and unlatching both it's gigantic jaw and beak, the Grand Judicator released another indomitable roar.

I spoke fast and clear, "Luna take Kazuna to the furthest end of the stadium and shield her. That same astral form that held Heimdall Station in place, use it to hold the Grand Judicator in place." Kazuna and Luna both nodded and sprinted away. I turned to Midnight; "You'll act as our defensive linebacker."

Midnight scrunched her face, "What's a linebacker?"

I drew an imaginary line with my finger across the center field, "Dragon up, and you don't let that thing get past that line in the sand. Whatever you can get your hands, feet, or tail on, you aim for its eyes and blind it. Understood?"

With a tiny salute, Midnight took a running start forward and shifted fully into her dragon form. With a graceful leap, she unfurled her wings, and twisted into the air. Compared to the Grand Judicator, even in her dragon form she was only a fourth the size of the beast. However, her speed, flight, and fire capabilities should be sufficient to hold the line.

Karma was next, "You and I are headed up to those monitors hanging from the ceiling. We find a way to dislodge them from the ceiling and bring it down on top of that thing's head." With a chopping gesture of his hand, the assassin acknowledged his part.

Last on the list was Marth. The crazed look in his eye left doubt as to whether he was truly all here, but I had to believe that we could survive this calamity. I reached up, and grabbed a hold of Marth's collar, pulling him down to eye level with me; "You see that beast? It came out of the ground, and we're gonna send it back there. Hold your ground on the starboard side of the stadium. Plant yourself there. Don't give up one centimeter of ground." Marth's steel expression hadn't changed, until I gave my final order, "I want a hole melted in the center of that field and I want it done yesterday!" There it was. The faint hint of a grin flashed across Marth's face as he bolted towards the right side of the stadium.

Unarmed, overpowered, and against all odds, we all had our objectives. Karma and I sprinted towards the left side of the stadium. As we got closer to the glass wall, I caught a glimpse of Kazuna's astral form materializing before the Grand Judicator. Standing nearly as tall, a semi-transparent image of Kazuna's body flexed its arms. Then two more arms grew from her back and two more from her sides. Although she didn't match the sheer muscle mass or height of the Judicator, Kazuna's Astral Projection planted both of her massive feet onto the white sand and engaged her opponent.

As the two towering figures grappled one another, waves of sand flew across the stadium. Karma and I had reached the wall when one such wave knocked us both up against the smooth black barrier. We scrambled to our feet. Brushing off the thick white powder from my hair and body, I realized it wasn't sand at all. Covering the full one hundred meter length of the stadium was bone dust.

Karma shook me out from my horrible revelation, "There's a path, up there to the catwalk." With hardly any running start, Karma utilized his incredible agility to run vertically up the wall. With a well timed twist, flip, and precise hand placement between the blades, the Ninja pushed himself up and over to clear the top of the wall with only centimeters to spare.

I'd hardly scratched the surface of my physical limitation in this new body. However, I did remember the speed of which I could propel myself during the incident in the airlock. Running parallel to the wall, I made my final calculations. I counted my steps down from ten, and on the final count pushed off with my left foot. Arching my back I could feel myself rise higher in the air than I'd ever gone before. Twisting my body towards the wall my face turned facedown to the ground, to the top of the wall, to the blades. Panic struck as I realized I had miscalculated the width of the wall.

Desperately trying to twist away, My back shoulder caught the edge of one of the razor sharp blades. I YELPED as my brain registered the equivalent level of pain. Then I descended. Fast. Hard. My body crashed onto the cement floor four meters below. Still surprising myself, the impact didn't immediately kill me. In fact, Karma pulled me up to my feet with surprising ease.

With a smirk, the assassin quipped, "Impressive form, Gene-San. However, you must improve your landing technique."

Dusting myself off, I offered, "Whatever gets the job done right now." Pointing to the glass partition that measured at least forty centimeters thick, "What are we gonna do about that?"

Breathing in, Karma planted his feet a shoulders width apart. He lowered his hips and placed the open palm of his right hand nearly touching the wall. As he exhaled, Karma thrust the palm of his left hand into the glass. There was a moment of silence. Nothing. After another breath, a three meter hole appeared as glass EXPLODED inward toward the stadium seating.

Karma cracked his knuckles, "We get the job done."

Almost matching pace behind Karma's lightning fast speed, we bounded up nearly 2,000 stairs to the top tier of the stadium. Twenty-two stories high. We raced around the top balcony level toward the catwalk access. Making our way to our objective, I saw the fight between Kazuna's astral projection continue to rage. That monster had more technique than I'd initially assumed. Despite Kazuna's extra limbs, she had to dedicate four of her arms to hold back two of the Judicators'. With its two back mounted arms, the Judicator was free to relentlessly pound down on Kazuna's shoulders almost unimpeded.

Meanwhile, using sheer brutal strength, the Grand Judicator would constantly writhe back and forth trying to throw Kazuna off balance. Despite not making any vocal sounds, the vague depiction of strain upon the projected face of Kazuna's astral form was telling.

Fortunately, our two other midfielders were performing their jobs as planned. Midnight had used her prehensile tail to rip off sections of the metal scaffolding from the roof. Holding her ground on the imaginary line I'd drawn, she hefted the beams ranging from five to seven meters in length like javelins sailing through the air and into the Judicator's open clam shell face. So far, she'd manage to pierce three of the Judicator's sixteen eyes.

Farthest across from Karma and I, about fifty rows up midfield, I could make out the glowing red aura surrounding Marth. With his hands extended outward, expanding and contracting, a golden orb had formed. Growing in size from that of a basketball to a small truck, Marth rocketed the molten sphere of hellfire through the glass barrier and into the center of the field just behind Karma's astral form. As the fireball sank further into the bone dust covered field, Marth continued to manipulate the hellfire into concentric circles gradually increasing in size.

Kicking in the door to the catwalk access, Karma and I made our way up and over the grated metal scaffolding. Without three sets of distractions, the Grand Judicator could have easily reached one or all of his claws above his head and snatched us out of the air. Fortunately, the beast had its hands full for the time being. Directly ahead of us, my minds' eye continued to feed me data on the cube of monitors suspended over the center field. Comprising four separate digital screens roughly 6,000 square meters, the box itself weighed close to 400 hundred tons. Dropped from a height of 130 meters, that would hopefully be a sufficient anvil to incapacitate the Judicator. Of course, the beast would need to fall for our trap first.

I made the mistake of looking down. Not only horrified at the sight of the grotesque monster pummeling essentially a 100 meter tall ghost, the sheer dizzying height was enough to buckle my knees. Fortunately Karma pulled me up by the shirt before I was incapacitated by vertigo.

"On your feet Gene-san. We must uncouple those suspension cables," Karma pointed above our heads while leaping onto the thick metal cables that held the monitor bank aloft. With simian dexterity, Karma pulled himself up into the highest tier of the rafter. I watched as his feet wrapped around the steel girder nearest to the anchor point of the first of six cables. Rolling off to the side, held up only by his thighs, Karma hung inverted pointing face down over twenty-two floors above a colossal monster and field of pulverized bones.

Swallowing what up until recently hadn't been a fear of heights, I too climbed up the closest cable and positioned myself next to an anchor point. I may have experimented with my leg strength, but my arms were a different story. Breaking through concrete walls and ceramic flooring was one thing. Breaking apart steel may have been punching above my weight class.

Looking across from me, I watch as Karma focuses his energy as he had done before. It takes more than a single strike to bend the steel anchor, but after several attempts Karma obliterates the first hold. A metallic CREEK, SNAP, and POP can be heard over the roars and impact punches from Kazuna wrestling the Judicator below us. Falling limp, the first cable whips free.

Karma gives me an upside down thumbs up, "One down..."

"...Five to go," I reply wearily. Looking at the steel anchor, I make my first attempt to dislodge the cable. Winding up, I aim for the space in between the steel girder and anchor. Something in my mind's eye starts processing my mental request. At first I don't understand what's happening. My forearm feels... Weird. When I unfocus my attention from the beam, it's only then do I notice my forearm has split open into four parts. I want to scream, but nothing about my arm blossoming open to expose the mechanical skeleton underneath is painful. I'm spellbound in horror as the metal mechanisms within my right arm shift and morph. My mind's eye displays a targeting reticle and the command: Concussion Canon Activated.

Just as we had fought them on Heimdall Station, my false body must have also been modeled after the RAN Sentry Androids. Each of those robots had cannons in their arms as well. Of course the difference being, I'd never used my own arm as a gun before. Turning my gaze away from the deformed mechanical monstrosity my arm had become, I aim my sights on the steel anchor. I concentrate and focus on the memory of firing my Caster Pistol at Jenkins.

There's a whirring sound from my arm cannon, and a muffled POP.

Off flies the anchor.

Another cable plummets downward.

I'm about to celebrate my mild success when I look down to notice Kazuna's astral form. The Grand Judicator has managed to wrestle her giant projected onto her back. Struggling to gain the upper hand, Kazuna remains pinned. All six of her gigantic arms are now dedicated to holding the Judicators' clamshell face open, preventing it's rows of jaws from devouring her. The strain is palpable. I can even hear Kazuna scream from all the way back across the stadium. She won't last much longer. Losing her grip on the Judicator's first set of jaws, the astral form begins to blink in and out of existence.

Marth has nearly finished melting a hole twenty meters in circumference; most of the center field is now a glowing disc of liquid magma. The surrounding bone dust has turned to glass from the intense heat radiating out from Marth's hellfire.

Cupping my left hand over my mouth, I yell at Karma, "We need to do this the faster!" I point at my unfolded right arm with the concussion gun protruding out from my false flesh.

Karma nods. He strikes again at the nearest cable and unlatches our third support. Leaping off of the girder, the ninja flips and lands upon the catwalk. With Karma out of the way, I take aim at the remaining anchors.

Number four; aim, fire, and... broken.

Number five, gone.

There's one last cable, and before I can take the shot, I hear Kazuna let out another blood curdling scream. Her astral form vanishes in stages; the glowing epidermis, the neon muscles, the brith white bones. Eventually there's nothing left but an outline of where Kazuna's body was in the bone dust covering the ground.  With nothing left in her hands to grapple, the Judicator sets its remaining four eyes ahead at Midnight.

It's now or never.

Fire!

The last anchor is pulverized and with a low pitched metallic resonance, the cable breaks free and the monitors fall. Taking one more step forward, the weight of the Judicator breaks through the molten hole in center field just as the four monitors come crashing down atop its head. A clamoring of metal, distressed roars, and concrete rumbling echo throughout the stadium. Even upon the catwalk, the impact of the Judicator falling through the floor nearly shakes off my feet.

Midnight, continues to soar through the air, performing a somersault and aileron roll in celebration. Unfortunately, the victory is premature. Reaching up with one of it's back mounted arms, the Judicator slashes through the air, tearing off Midnight's left wing. Never had my ears experienced such a painful cry resonate across the airwaves before. As the Dragoness plummeted to the ground, I heard Marth scream, enraged.

Gathering more energy unto himself, the Demon Lord was not only glowing, his aura was actively melting the stadium seating around himself. With a wave of his hands, Marth cast missiles of hellfire into the armored flanks of the Judicator indiscriminately. They weren't at all effective, but he'd certainly gained the attention of the beast as it turned its sights on Marth. We couldn't afford for the beast to crawl its way back out of the basement we'd sent it into.

Cackling, Marth taunted the Judicator, "I fear no creature, nor beast! I am Marth Yagami, demon lord, and you will fall by my hands!"

The original plan hadn't entirely failed, but everything could just as quickly be undone. We needed more than just the monitors to come crashing down. We had to bury that monster under this whole damn building. Without the firepower, or weapons available to us however...

Karma pointed at the pipes situated along the scaffolding that ran the entire length of the roof, "Gene, above us, do you think she'd be able to...?"

"Go!" I shouted to Karma. He could reach Luna quicker than I could. I only pray that she'd have the strength available to pull off something on such a large scale. In the blink of an eye, Karma had already closed the distance of fifty meters to the edge of the catwalk. A series of flips, wall jumps, and twists and he had landed back on the stairs, running down the twenty-two flights to ground level.

Now, if only there was a way to gain Marth's attention.

Without focus.

Without precision.

Our final attack would end in absolute failure.