Six on one, eh? Now -this- was a good fight. While the six-armed Warboss was surrounded by his enemies, his lust for battle never wavered, his grin only growing wider.

"You'z must be dumber dan I thought, ya spikey git. Dis is wot I call a 'target rich envirunment'." Gulgrim chuckled. Indeed, the Warboss could hardly swing a punch or swipe with a Power Klaw without threatening to hit at least -one- of his opponents. And while he may not have been able to dodge all of the combined attacks of his enemies by traditional means, all should know by now that the Warboss was not confined to traditional means.

When a strike honed in from one of Darkness's copies, suddenly the Avatar of Gork and Mork would no longer be there, his honing battle-focus heightening his reaction time and increasing the efficiency of his teleportation as he slipped through the onslaught of his enemy, often leaving his opponents exposed to friendly fire as a strike carried through the space that Gulgrim had previously occupied, now carrying towards another of the copies surrounding the big green juggernaut.

It would be difficult to describe something so massive and weighty as 'agile' but the Gargantuan warboss seemed to move like smoke, striking swiftly and ferociously before vanishing away from potential counterattack.

The Warboss may not have been able to permanently put down his enemy in this manner, but he was more than happy to fight for as long as it took for his allies to accomplish their goals. Darkness would not get even a moment to consider another enemy if Gulgrim had anything to say about it.

Phaerys' attack hits its mark, dealing a serious blow to Light.  Meanwhile Gulgrim cuts down the multiple bodies of Darkness.

But, on cue, both of their adversaries regenerate.  Unless the immense wells of power are nullified, this will continue indefinitely.

Vee rises to her feet and begins drawing power from both of the wells.  Phaerys had done a fine job of siphoning some power from Darkness but Vee was vacuuming both of the wells at once, and at such an extent that both of the gods were distraught.

Kitharsis redirects the sand gathered under Phaerys' to Vee.  It forms the same protection rune, which will form a sturdy shield around her if attacked.

With Light's attack countered, Kitharsis charges toward Darkness and his clones.  Patterns form on Kitharsis's stone skinned forearms.  Each of his arms glow with his amassing amber power.  Large as he is, Kitharsis still needs to leap into the air to perform an effective attack against the giant forms of Darkness.  As he does so, a column of sand rises behind him, forming into a giant spiked mace that eclipses Kitharsis. 

He reaches behind him and grasps the thick handle with both hands.  The mace surges with power as he channels into it.  With a grunt he slams down the giant weapon into one of the 3 darknesses.  After the initial impact, the mace head explodes in a large burst of energy, the rest disintegrating into sand once more.

Phaerys can feel incredible power flowing through him, almost overwhelming his suit before finally a large ebony beam is unleashed.  As Blooddrinker arcs upwards and seems to almost disembowel Light, the dark beam slams into her back, seeming to almost melt part of her figure away.  Shimmering silver blood splashes out over the platform as her disfigured body collapses to the ground.  All three of the Darkness figures soon are cut down by the onslaught unleashed by the multiple Warbosses, ebony blood flowing over the platform and mingling with the silver  blood like some sort of macabre display.  A moment later however there is once more a surge of power from within the well as Darkness reforms once more.  He wastes little time in creating 3 more copies of himself and launching attacks at the bellowing Warbosses even as he speaks towards Phaerys.

"Bravo warrior, valiant effort and certainly sensible thinking but you still miss the mark...isnt that right dear Sister?"

As if in response, Light reforms once more, her shield undamaged and her blade shimmering brilliantly.

"You are correct Brother."

She floats over to the well, reaching out a hand and it comes to rest on what seems to be like an invisible bubble over the well.

"You seem to misunderstand what my Brother said.  WE are our only weakness and while there was a period where I would have revelled at plunging my hand down and proving I was right...I know now we both were wrong and so I no longer have such a desire."

She taps her fingers against the invisible surface before withdrawing her hand.

"You can continue to try with all your might to stop us but at this point we will continue to return time and again until you have nothing left."

"No...."

While faint, even with the sounds of battle between Gulgrim and Darkness, a voice is heard.  Vee raises herself off the ground, leaning on an arm as she glares at Light.

"Oh...you decided to rejoin us I see. It matters..."

Light is cut off as Vee shifts up to one knee, her gaze never leaving the shining deity.

"I know the truth....about both of you.  Understanding...is a three edged sword.  Your side....their side...and the truth.  The two of you battled for ages, so certain you were each in the right.  Countless worlds suffered until you were locked away...and then you brought your argument...to my world.  Billions paid the price for your actions.  They held back for so long hoping the two of you would find the truth and you didnt.  They however HAVE seen the truth and thus...it ends...now."

Vees eyes suddenly flash and seem to turn into pitch black orbs as she slams her hands down into the platform, the surface cracking as her hands seem to clench down into the ground.  All of the Companions can detect a surge of power growing within the woman as her body seems to tremble and shake, her teeth clenched tightly together.

"What?  You cant..."

Lights voice seems to momentarily waver as she beholds the sight.  Power continues to grow within Vee and then the Companions can easily detect that the power is coming from elsewhere.  From within the well in front of them and from a great distance behind them.  It seems as if the woman is somehow drawing power from both wells.  Vees body continues to tremble as power continues to whell up inside of her.  Her mouth opens wide as she lets out a loud howl.  The tone and pitch of the howl seems to almost alternate to those who hear it.  Filled with rage and anger one moment before shifting into a cry of extreme pain and sadness before shifting back.  Her howl seems to almost increase in volume as more power flows into her.  Then suddenly ebony black wings seems to explode from her back, the feathers shimmering as trails of Light dart over the surface, similar trails now also swirling around the orbs that have replaced her eyes.

"No...you cant do this. You....cant!"

Light finally seems to shake herself from her stupor as she raises her blade high and moves to attack Vee.  At the same time a voice pierces the minds of all the Companions.

"Companions, you must protect her!  Do whatever you must to keep the siblings from harming her!"

None recognize the voice but they can easily sense great concern within it as they can also see a ghostly looking figure standing behind Vee, its hands clasped behind its back as it seems to watch over her.

Phaerys grew suspicious of the growing interference the deeper he attempted to probe into the well of darkness. No matter what he tried to bypass it, this interference seemed as if to respond reactively in countering his efforts. The only evidence pointing toward an outside entity was a unique energy signature, likely not native to this plane. The Ataran dutifully recorded these readings for later study.

He noticed the energy surge as the deities were felled – almost immediately they rose again, ready to face the Companions once more. The thunderous bellows of a certain Ork Warboss caught his attention for but a moment. Gulgrim had finally found the fight he was longing for – an opponent who would always get back up after a good krumpin’, raring for more. An Ork’s idea of true heaven.

Meaning Phaerys could be assured of a reliable diversion. Good. It would likely be needed.

With the knowledge that the wells were being used to empower and revive the twin divinities, Phaerys looked from the well beside him to the raging battle, his mind racing. Darkness’ well could be destroyed right here, cutting him off from his source of power and preventing his revival, but Light would remain unopposed, with her well all the way back in Seraph lands…

He could see only one answer to this fiendish equation.

With an almost solemn air, Phaerys stepped closer to the well and laid his hands upon it. There was no time to prepare a specialised device to siphon off power – a crudely made interface directly connected with his suit would have to do. He’d have to trust that the Paradigm Field would weather the worst of any metaphysical damage.

He had to work quickly. Darkness would be sure to notice the source of his power being stolen away bit by bit, funnelled into the mechanical chassis that was most certainly not intended for this kind of stress testing. Phaerys would take as much as he dared – as much as his suit would allow short of catastrophic failure – before attempting to discharge the stored energy in a singular, controlled burst aimed straight at Light...

As three copies of Darkness all bring their blades to bear against the Avatar of Gork and Mork, The Warboss's scowl turns to a bloodthirsty grin. In an instant, where once the Warboss fought with only two arms, suddenly there are six, four additional spectral limbs appearing around the Warboss as weapons and skitter against power klaws and energy fields as the six-armed Warboss duels his three opponents.

"Dat was a mistake, dat was." The warboss chuckles amid the ring of combat. "You'z don't know how Orks work." The pace was picking up, the Warboss's defense turning into an offense as he seemed to become faster, stronger, more incessant in the face of an enemy that would not die on him.

"Ya just told me, da AVATAR OF GORK AN' MORK, dat no matter 'ow 'ard I'z krump ya, you'z just gonna come back fer more!?!?"

Suddenly the warboss is behind one of the duplicates, having seemingly slipped through the momentary buckling of reality, the sheer glee that he feels seemingly focusing his energies to the point that his teleportation seemed to happen without fanfare or explosion, just a momentary blink and the Warboss was swinging three simultaneous right hooks at one of his opponents.

"It's da best gift ya could ever give me!" The warboss was laughing now, the glory and mania of endless combat washing away his previous malaise, the prospect of an immortal opponent laid before him meaning he no longer had to hold back or prolong things- they would last under anything he could throw at them. Or so they said, anyway. He fully intended to test that theory.

"Ya hear dat ladz!?" The Warboss bellowed to the rest of the companions, his booming laughter and shouting carrying over the din of battle. "Dey said I ken Krump 'em all I'z like! Take yer' time wif' beatin' em' proppa now, I'z gonna enjoy dis!"

Perhaps Darkness did not realize what his errant words had unleashed. An avatar embodying two gods of battle and brutality, cunning and viciousness, was now given free reign to unleash his full might upon foes who would not break too early for the fight to be enjoyed. Gulgrim's assault was steadily ramping up in ferocity, blows hammering harder, faster, and more incessantly as his immortal foe continued the fight, not weakening as perhaps Darkness thought it would with the realization of his opponent's indestructibility.

Gods of darkness and light they may be, but this was a fight. And that was where the twin gods of the Orks reigned supreme.