How the NPF Saved Christmas Final: Merry Chrstimas to All, and to All a Good Fight!

[PyrosNine]

Pyros ate one of the Balrog's whips. Hellfyre and Fire were not the same, but to a Fire god of Pyros's caliber, Hellfyre was beaten into normal fire at will. The whips restored more of his strength. Soon he'd be at top form again, and they'd be at the mercy of a Fire Angel. But in the mean time, it was a good idea to avoid the Balrog's large fists and the evil elf's bursts of evil energy.

With a wry smile he dodged one particulalry nasty burst as it blew a hole in the carpet near the kitty. Pyros put a firey paw to the face of a swordsman that was too busy dealing with Phike, as Pyros mentally named the fusion, causing the head to become ashes, while the body shook and collapsed on the floor.

The penalty for this action was a close call with another Balrog's whip, and some more arcane magic coming his way.

"Y'know elf, I'm curious. What demonic being's ass did you kiss to get these nice toys? I've an idea who It might be, and if I'm right you're going to regret this day immensely."

Pyros sent a balrog flying into a castle wall with another "KITTY BLAST!"

[Darth SS]

Darth's momentary reverie passed and he sprinted at Raiden. He hopped onto the hand, then tossed his lightsaber into it as he shot straight up into the air. Then he hovered, hand down, waiting for Raiden's move.

"Golems going DOWN."

[GARUD]

Cerebus was off Garud again, and the sorceror was up. Twinkle really got on his nerves. Rubbing his shoulder, he had a plan form in his head. Was it really time for the secret magic? As soon as these balrogs are dead, the goup should initiate it. I just hope they all agree.

"Do you guys remember a while back, just before the fake bannings, how there were all these chaos demons that appeared because someone left the portal open? Remember the spell we did that got rid of them?"

Garud shouted it, as he ran over to TWWDI to support him. A whip caught on to his staff, and the creature attempted to pull it away. However, Garud cemented himself (plus he had cast haste on himself a number of times) and pulled back. Finally, the ballrog got angry and sent a large fist his way. The sorceror knocked TWWDI to the side, and jumped onto the hand himself. The pit creature was now distracted.

"Wizard, shoot him dammit! He's distracted!"

[The Wizard Who Did It]

The Wizard stood in awe as Garud distracted the Balrog. He was snapped back to reality by an angered shout, "Wizard, shoot him dammit! He's distracted!"

In response to this he remembered a lesson he had from his mentor long ago. He said that, "A wizard in a long campaign needs to hold back, so when the time arises he can call his powers to his full potential. If you are near the end of the campaign... well... you're not stupid, you know what I'm trying to say" or something to that effect. Raising his hand into the air, a bright yellow aura surrounded the Wizard. As lightning streamed through a new hole in the ceiling to energize him, he shot out his hands in a DBZ fashion. As electricity sparked throughout his body, the Wizard shouted, "Feel my super turbo-charged hypersonic electric blast, demon!"

Lightning shot out of his hands and struck the Balrog. The Balrog was knocked off his feet and sent flying through the air with a surprise on his face. With a crash he hit the wall on the other side as it collapsed on top of him. The Balrog seemed to be in shock for a few seconds before it started to stur, as if ready to get back up again. Great, I need something that can kill a great demon like that... he's weak now... of coarse!

Although completely drained, the Wizard ran over to Krylo's body, where he grabbed the Shapeshifter's sword. Picking it up and throwing it like a knife at the fallen Balrog, the Wizard waited to see whether or not it made contact. Before the demonic blade hit it's target, the Wizard saw the other Balrog try to crush him and Krylo with it's massive fist. Snatching his fallen comrade, the Wizard dashes out of it's way. He drops Krylo to the ground and moves out of the way so as to distract the fiery demon.

The Balrog looks down at it's miniscule prey and conjures a menacing battleaxe, which it holds with one hand. Lancing out with his sword, the Wizard jumps out of the way. The Balrog with ferocious speed strikes again with it's axe. Moving quickly again, he dodges that attack right before the sword snakes out to try to hit him again. This time jumping on to the ceiling, the Wizard grasped onto the surface with all of his might. However, the Balrog had already predicted this move and it's axe was already heading up to meet the Wizard. Not again...

Raising his one good wing in front of himself and summoning a massive shield, the Wizard stood his ground. The axe struck, and hit the shield dead on. Dust furled out around the shield, and the Wizard was driven into the ceiling, making a man-sized hole. Then he limply fell to the ground. Landing on top of his shield, resting on it like a bed, he spat out blood. Anybody close enough to him would have heard him say in a weak voice with a grin, "Me mum told me to come back either with my shield or upon it... glad to know I satisfied her wishes."

And for the second time that night, the Wizard blacked out.

[GARUD]

Garud was flung from a great height as TWWDI's blast made contact. He fell, but caught on to a gap in the wall. He saw the other Barlog go for Krylo and Wizard. A sword wizzed past, and missed his face by an inch. Missed the Barlog by a mile though. Barlog (whip) saw new prey. It's saliva dripped in hunger, and the drool seared the floor.

CRASH!

The axe demon hit TWWDI's shield, and broke through it. He passed out on the floor next to Krylo. Dammit, that's two down. We need at least eight to initiate the spell, and the more than that, the better. Let's see, wait, where is Rhiya? Dammit, that's three less. We started with 16, and now we are down to 13. Looking around, Garud started to count who they had left, but noticed the axe was coming down again. The sorceror moved to intercept. Summoning a barrier of diamond-strong ice, he reinforced it with his back. The bolrog hit it hard, and despite it being diamond-strong, it shattered.

The sorceror turned.

"I am not the prey here...you are. I have eaten demons twice your size for a midnight snack."

In a very gutteral demon language, he roared,

"FOR MY BREATHERIN! YOU SHALL PAY DEARLY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!"

"Jeeze, I didn't think you demons were that close...nor do I care!"

Garud ducked under a broad swing, and melted some ice behind him. Then he slid his two less-than-concious comrades back, to the rear of the room and set up another ice wall, moving just in time to dodge another descending axe. Garud ran around the giant creature, whilst shooting it with deadly, giant ice projectiles and shrapnel.

Garud was now on the other side of the thing, and trying desperately to get to the weak spot. The worst part...he was now all alone in this fight.

[Truce]

"You know we only have one shot...are you sure about this?"

"When have I ever been wrong?...no, don't actually answer that."

Mr. Viewtiful looked at Ecurt, and nodded just before striking a pose; the signal for CJ to activate it. CJ, with a deep breath, hesitantly pressed one large red button in the Thumpmobile, and began to initiate plan ULTIMATE HEAD THUMPIN'!

Suddenly, Ecurt and Mr. Viewtiful were both on opposite sides of the elf, and CJ had used a focused BHT attack to create a rather large hole in the ceiling above them. Looking up through the hole, one would notice that they sky wasn't as clear as it had been before, and looking closer one could tell that the large spherical object was, without a doubt, the moon.

Twinkle gasped what happened next, because even though he was an elf, even though his kind built toys all year round, he had never imagined that someone could have make the moon turn into a giant speaker, nor what use someone could have for it.

However, before he could recover from that shock, Mr. Viewtiful and Ecurt, along with the Hell Hounds and CelesJessa, began to rock out.

"Big Head Thumpin'!" Mr. Viewtiful called out, dramatically playing an air guitar.

"Massive Head Thumpin!" Ecurt called out, using his P-Cane as a mike.

And then, the song began.

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Post it!
Time to kick ass Thumpman!
Post it!
Time to kick ass Ecurt!
Post it!
Time to kick ass CJ!
Post it!
Time to kick ass, kick some ass...YO!

Here's an RP we'll find out,
About an evil elf in the north pole, there's no doubt,
The hero who's gonna stop him will sing,
You ain't stopping Christmas, you ain't gonna be king!

Hoho, hoho, hohooo, hohooo
His name is Thumpman
That's Mr. Viewtiful
He's going to be Big Head Thumpin'
He's rocking out
How did that happen?
Hohoho, he got himself some bling-bling.

Hoho, hoho, hohooo...hohooo
His name's Ecurt,
It's just not his day,
And with the W-O-A,
It's the CJ,
Phil_Mike did that fusion thing,
And Pyros sent that Pyro flying!
Hoho, hoho, hohoooo...hohooo

It's the Finale,
Of the Christmas RP,
In the North Pole...

Hoho, hoho, hohooo...hohoooo

It's the Finale!

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It could be said that the combined frequencies of everybody shattered the force field, but everybody knew that it was the sheer awesomeness of the song that broke the dark elf's shield, and Twinkle was forced to take a knee.

However, it also took out a lot out of Mr. Viewtiful and Ecurt, and the sheer power of the attack sent them backwards, past everybody else, and into the wind shield of Thumpmobile.

"Seriously, though...you've been watching too much One Piece."
"Hey...it was Viewtiful!"
"...Viewtiful like the dub, you mean."

[Toastburner B]

A bright red light fills the room.

A reindeer flys through previously made hole in the ceiling, carrying a funny looking book.

"Of the lousy things to be respawned into." the book mutters, "why'd it have to be the book?"

You see, Toastburner has no power to choose what form he respawns into, and knowing this, he had brought Rudolph along to give him a ride just in case.

"Oh well," TB mutters, "If I can't fight directly, might as well do what I can."

Toastburner looks as big and important as a book can. "INVITE!"

From out of nowhere, eight forms crash through the ceiling. Cartoonly looking figures land, and Toastburner starts shouting orders. A healer and a medic rush over to Krylo and TWWDI, trying to heal their wounds, while an archer and a wizard cover them. The two infantry and swordmasters enter the fray against the demon swordsmen.

"I'll take care of the wounded and the minor demons!" TB yells. "You guys focus on the Balrogs and the elf!"

((OOC: Grand finale tomorrow night. If you guys have anything you've been dying to do, now is the time to do it. If anyone has a (non-godmoddy way) to defeat the shield, go ahead and do it. There is one way I can think of, but it's one of those things that might be so easy you don't think about it. ))

[Darth SS]

(Sorry Raiden, I could not wait)

Raiden lept into the air right behind DSS. Then the two of them seemed to stop in mid-air, and Raiden flipped upside down. The lightsaber buzzed menacingly, and Raiden started spinning. Then charging up. Pretty soon, he was a cone of very mean looking electricity, with a red point.

Darth then grabbed him, and started spinning himself. Soon, there was solid line of blue electricity around a blurring figure that was Darth. Then he let go.

The bullet that was Raiden smashed through both golems, and slammed into the throne room. A large blast of electricity coursed out at the swordsmen, and the ground caved into a large crater. It was apocalyptic. It was amazing. It was worthy of Zeus.

Unfortunately, being royal pain in the asses, the swordsmen weren't quite as dead as the golem. That's where Darth SS came in. He walked into the room, with a "bwoop" sound being heard. A blue wave came over him, and he was found with his a fresh suit of even meaner looking body armor, and patched up clothes. Apparently, his arm healed as if he had self-restoring health ala King Kong. His handgun came out, and shot one of the demon swordsmen twice in the head. His other hand held up with the palm open, and the lightsaber floated into it. Then he shot at the axe-wielding Balrog once, and it rounded on him.

The axe came crashing down, but Darth SS slid to the side then whipped his lightsaber onto the haft. It broke and collapsed into rocks, though very hot rocks. Then Darth SS sprinted up the broken haft, and deactivated his lightsaber. This was the tricky part. He shot the Balrog in the eye, then jumped up. The massive hand missed him.

He rolled along the back of the shoulders and shot it twice in the back of the head then made sure to move forward letting the massive hand miss him again. He shot it in the back of the head again, and let the ammo clip fly out of the gun before slapping a new one in. It was courting death. Vincent would have been proud of Darth imitating his fight with Bahamut in Advent Children. To everyone else, it looked like the Balrog was thrashing about nensensically at it's shoulders and back.

"Someone!" *whoosh* "Kill!" *whoosh* "It!" *whoosh* "Quick!" *whoosh* "Please!"

[PyrosNine]

Pyros pounced Darth's balrog and sunk his teeth into the beast's neck. He absorbed the heat the beast gave off, and the beast wasn't happy about it. But before it could do anything, what strength it gave him allowed him to smack it with his paw forcefully, sending it into the nearby wall.

Pyros hadn't seen FFVII the movie, but he was sure his bashing of the Balrog was either equal or better than Nanaki's.

A volt of Tingle's energy narrowly missed Pyros, singeing some of PyrosNine's fur. "GRR!" PyrosNine growled and charged the tiny miscreant. But a more on his toes Balrog managed to get his claws on the small cat, and hurled him into the nearest wall.

The Balrog gave a quick look through the hole to see if Pyros would be getting back up. What he didn't notice was that Pyros would return only through another hole. And this one was below him. At crotch height. The demon winced as a Kitty blast burned through the wall and into the beast's lower region. The beast held it's crotch and fell over like a statue.

Even for ancient demons, that shit still hurts alot.

[Darth SS]

With the Balrog suitably neutered, Darth holstered his empty handgun. He drew his lightsaber, activated it, raised it high, then stabbed it into the back of the Balrog's head. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Pretty soon, he was bending the laws of physics with how fast he could stab, and the Balrog's face was looking like swiss cheese.

After a while, huffing and puffing, Darth got off and looked at the elf. Apparently, the elf thought this would be good time to shoot at Darth, who raised a hand. A semi-sphere of blurry sprouted, and the blast broke on Darth's shield.

"Can you think of a way to get through dinky's shield?"