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The Final stand that never came...

A memory I will treasure in the now nonexistent roleplay I had with TriborgfromMkx.

I did an oopsie nd now the thread was gone.

Triborg's body began to violently shake as his right arm begins to deform as an unknown extra semblance takes from. He then calls out multiple abilities not from this world out as his arm becomes further deformed with each powerup he summons.

Mal: INFINITE MIND WORKS!!

The world around them gets replaced by a picturesque desert where an ever rising sun dawns upon what looks like a battlefield as weapons layed there stabbed upon the floor, each acting as a memory he's had with their wielder and the bonds he had formed with them.

Triborg: Your fourth wall break ends here, on your funeral!

Mal: I'm an otherworlder, I can't help it. Now, tell me. Do you have enough abilities to counter my countless weapons Entertainer?

The world then started to crumble around them.

Mal: Welp, guess my time is up.

The delete hammer goes into full effect. Mal, after seeing the timeline disintegrate around him, sighs in satisfaction.

Mal: This was a great run.

Both fighters then scream as Triborg Tobias launches his fist forwards as Mal lets loose a never ending storm of weapons.

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