It was slow going, but they were almost there. They had nearly gotten all the others together as Vivere punched the space out of every monster, creating small points of void where he hit, destroying the space and leaving nothing in its place, which would have been a great rhyme for Zecora, Vivere noticed. Vark was helping out as much as possible, keeping the more dangerous ones away as the heroes dealt with the harder ones. It was amazing a fire hadn't started yet due to all the fire Gia had been spouting; although she occasionally looked deep inside herself, switching breaths via captchalogue cards using her breathKind specibus. Most of the breaths were "elemental," but she had one or two that could destroy an aspect, coming out from the dimensional gates her claws made before closing them, taking out as many creatures as she could.
The players that had gathered together weren't aware how they were going to destroy the doom itself, but they decided they'd figure that out when they were all together.
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Jordan and Typo held hands even in death. Their friendship had grown; although looking back on it, it had been a fast transformation, happening over a total period of a few months. Jordan attributed that to Typo having closure with Auryie. Jordan thought long and hard as their powers coalesced between them before starting to trail away from them permanently - or at least until they made it to a dream bubble.
But a dream bubble isn't where they ended up. Jordan felt something grab the both of them, and it wasn't a physical sensation; although he was still thankful that it was neither void nor Gamarya who had done this. It's like their powers and their souls had been caught before they could go away. Auryie and Typo were working together, grabbing onto everything with mind, and Typo started drawing power from Jordan, both life and doom.
Gamarya was speechless as he watched the cloud of mind pulsate with power, before it split apart and reformed into the two players he had just killed, still holding hands. Jordan seemed confused, and looked over to the thief of muse, who smiled at him and told him it wasn't over yet. It was exactly as Jordan had told him - there was still so much more to do, and they would have the time in their lives to do that and more. They wouldn't be giving up so easily, but this time it was Typo who held them together.
If this were a really bad shipfic, they would have kissed and become romantically entwined in the heat of battle, but that's not how things work in reality.
Typo looked toward Gamarya, who was shocked speechless, and told him something that was absolutely corny, but he felt a power rise up within him. "You don't understand the power of friendship and working together. Who needs all of it when you can have more of it?" The question was a little confusing, but the point was clear.
Jordan picked up his blade, and Typo picked up his pinwheel. This was the final round.
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Vivere and Vark had gotten the others out of trouble, and they were now huddled around each other with backs turned as they waited for the enemies to get closer. There seemed to be no end to them. Vivere thought about what he had seen so far, trying to think of something. He had seen that one of Ying's swords could put things in a stasis, and he had also seen Vark repel the power of doom with her cuteness and warmth. These were the only things he needed to know as he told Ying and Vark to get in the middle of the circle. He told Vark to start dancing and for Ying to start focusing on the power in his frozen flame sword. Vivere had decided that if they couldn't destroy the doom, they could at least freeze it until something could be done about it.
Before the mass chaos was about to ensue, Vivere told Vark to pull all the doom in that she could, to pull it all together in one area. Vark was shocked but Vivere pressed her, asking if she could do it. She nodded, starting to get an idea of what was going on due to Ying keeping his sword out. Vark started dancing around the circle, singing a song of togetherness.
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The group started to fight, and Vark reached out with her powers, trying to use her cuteness to pull all of the aspect into herself, or at least around herself, condensing the power enough to where it formed an oval sphere above Ying's and her head. There were webbings of doom surrounding the oval sphere, connecting it to places where the doom was densest. It was stuck to the forest, and would probably be for a long time. As Vivere fought for his life, he shouted for Ying to stab the aspect in the air. He understood, and did so, hoping there wouldn't be any feedback hitting them considering they were in the area.
The block of frozen flame came quick, expanding from the sword and covering the entirety of the oval sphere. The creatures around them started to hiss, grasping their heads if they even had one, slowly falling to the ground, the power of doom either causing them to shed the skin of black doom or to become trapped in a frozen flame. The trees around cracked and creaked, as though twisting from the power. The stasis power from the sword expanded from the oval sphere and moved on over the neural-looking pathways that connected to other parts of the forest where the doom was dense.
There was a bright light as the power surged into the doom, temporarily blinding those who looked at it. Small parts of doom that had flecked off onto the heroes started to turn into stasis before falling off to the ground.
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Jordan and Typo were ready to finish this even if it took their lives. They ran forward, holding hands and weapons tight.
Gamarya started screaming and held his head as the blackness around him started to thin. He looked up, seeing what was coming but unable to avoid it, having dropped his swallow and unable to call upon the lances of space. Typo thrust Jordan into the air and threw the pinwheel up so he could land on it. Typo started using mind powers, as the breath pinwheel circled around, before there were seven swirling typhoons of breath, life, and doom surrounding Gamarya who could do nothing. He cried out, pushing as much doom as he could out from him, which disabled the mind powers. But Jordan had already jumped at Gamarya, coming down from above. A kneeling Gamarya fell back onto his ass as Jordan screamed, bringing the sword down deep into Gamarya's gut, the breath and life and doom surging forward through the blade and into Gamarya, who started to convulse as the doom surrounding him shattered, before the doom crept into his veins and started killing him. Gamarya tried to get a hold of his powers, and even the power that Jordan had surged into him, but he couldn't. He felt too weak to change and destroy the law to make himself king of it all. Where had his power gone?
The lord of doom was vanquished.