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The bellowing crash of Green lightning strikes so much louder when the figure it is transporting is so large, and the vacuum of space Gulgrim leaves behind detonates like a bomb, shockwaves blasting out in the space he had been as the rush of vacuum displaces itself against the oncoming assault from Darkness. Appearing to Darkness's right, his back turned to the blinding radiance of Light, the gargantuan Gulgrim appeared with twin Power Klaws clad onto his massive fists, and he was already swinging a left cross straight at Darkness's jaw, a vicious sucker-punch that was followed immediately by another crash of Green thunder and another shockwave of displaced air. From Darkness's left, Gulgrim appeared again, a right-handed Uppercut surging upward to strike Darkness from the opposite angle. Another explosive teleport caused Gulgrim to appear in the air behind Darkness, crashing down with a double-fisted axe-handle strike, heavy metal claws smashing downward.

Gulgrim was incandescent with fury and was done affording these fools any respite. He intended to show these gods just how ill-prepared they were for the wider realms beyond their own. His assault would only ramp up in intensity, thundering teleports followed by vicious blows, an unceasing tempo of dizzying violence that was the Avatar of Gork and Mork venting his pent-up frustrations and thirst for violence, heedless of the threat of counterblow and intending to crash through any defense by sheer bloody-minded fury. The very air around Gulgrim was a minefield of detonations, his sheer bulk sending the laws of physics creaking under his Orky presence as he rapidly occupied and vacated enormous spaces, repeated vacuum detonations making being anywhere near the teleporting Warboss a hazardous proposition for the unwary. Whether Light's shield held, cracked, or crumbled, Gulgrim would pummel and smash at his opponent until they managed to halt him or they fell under his brutal kunnin'.

After all. Orkz is made for fightin', and winnin'. And now the battle was underway, Gulgrim was determined to do both with gusto.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

"No more talkin'!" The warboss bellows, his gargantuan form standing opposite the twin gods of light and darkness."You cowards 'ave wasted enuff o' me time wif yer runnin' an' yer talkin'! You'z can't even put up a propa fight! Wot makes you fink you'z can 'andle all da fings dat's away from dis place if'n you can't even 'ave a gud scrap!"

The Warboss's energy was building, outpaced only by his frustration. Green lightning sparks across his form as his breath rises and falls in a ragged, furious rasp. There are maybe moments of space before the Warboss fires off in a renewed assault, this sudden lull in the combat only serving to make him more furious. If a fight is to be ended, it had better end fast, or the Avatar of Gork and Mork will take the option of avoiding combat off the table.

"Come on den." Gulgrim growls, his burning eyes fixed on the twin gods standing before him. "Come 'ave a go, if you'z fink you'z 'ard enough."

Darkness' tendrils curl around the small troupe of remaining Daemons - Blightwing excepted, as he has remained close to Soul Reaver.

The wisps of dark wrap around the daemons and drain them of energy, causing them to writhe and snarl before disintegrating into fine black dust.  Only the Steelheart is unaffected by the tendril, which hisses ineffectually as it touches the greater Daemon's metal flesh.  Silently, it raises its mace and brings it down in a two-handed swing, dissipating the tendril as it smashes it into the ground with a loud crack.

Soul Reaver slowly feels his blood chill as Darkness and Light speak.  He forces himself to stay alert and ready, but he is all too aware of the implications of what is being said here.

These mighty beings had realized how small they really were in the scale of the multiverse.  It had been enough to throw them out of a cycle they had been intended to inhabit forever... or at least, for the duration of this Plane.  They were... unbalanced.  Unstable.  Far more dangerous together, now, than they ever would have been as individuals.

He glances over as Kitharsis speaks.  He feels he already knows the answer to the question: no.  For what being could still hold their old perspectives once they had witnessed the unending vastness that existed out there, uncaring and ever changing, within and beyond the Warp?

Waiting for his opponents to answer, he keeps his sword low and then asks his own question:
"And what, exactly, do you feel needs to be done to attain this 'true balance'?"

The amber beams and shards of ice slam into the large form of Darkness, seeming to have an effect though visible damage is harder to decipher as his figure seems to almost flow about slightly.  The black orb sent downwards by Phaerys though seems to basically just meld back into Darkness' form as opposed to actually striking him.  The same can not be said though as Gulgrims large head and steel jaw colide with Darkness' face.  A loud sickening crunch can be heard as the large dark figure stumbles back a step or so, his face clearly looking damaged as black ooze seems to flow down to the ground.  At the same time, the demonic forces controled by Soul Reaver charge forward.  Even as his face seems to ooze what one could assume to be akin to his blood he simply smiles as he kicks out with one of his feet, striking Gulgrim and shoving the large Warboss back a few steps.  At the same time his two free hands extend towards the incoming demons as inky black tendrils shoot outwards.  The tendrils slam into the approaching demons and seems to almost curl around them as Darkness instantly drains the energy and life force from the creatures, causing them to quickly wither away into twisted husks, while a surge of power can be sensed from the dark pool.  An almost maniacal chuckle emanates from Darkness as his injuries quickly seem to heal until it looks like not even a scratch remains on him.  His gaze then turns towards Vee.

"They certainly put up a lovely fight...but I think more is needed.  You...are needed dear sister.  It has been far too long since we have spoke...has it not?"

Then, as if in answer to the question, a surge of pain erupts within Vee, her back arching as her mouth opens wide in a howl.  Brilliant light seems to erupt from within her, shooting out of her mouth and eyes, her body collapsing to the ground a second later.  The beams seems to form into an orb in front of her before suddenly flying back towards the golden crystal and seeming to crash into the damaged surface.  A second later the crystal flashes and pulses, the missing chunk filling in and the cracks disappearing.

"I knew it...so this was your plan all along."

Then the crystal flashes once more and disappears, replaced by a tall glowing figure of light.  Standing roughly the same height as Darkness the figure could be described as bearing hints of a female humanoid, though they only seem to presently have two arms, a glowing longsword gripped in the one and a large shield strapped to the other.

"You are correct...dear Brother."

"Your little trick last time was desperate for sure.  Escape our prison and for what?"

"An attempt to stop the Cycle perhaps.  Gain an edge against you finally.  I had hoped you were close enough to the edge to be unable to react...but I was wrong."

"Mmm that you were, and if you had been a little bit weaker you would have been unable to stop my response after you landed.  Instead of destroying that planet it simply scoured it.  In truth though it matters little.  You have seen the same things I have.  You now know the truth of what is outside of our prison and even our universe."

As the two figures are speaking, the Companions can sense something..different with both Darkness and the figure that almost certainly must be Light.  While the powers of the two entities are largely newly to the warriors, they can now sense hints of the Warp in both beings, like tendrils slithering through them.

"It was all pointless.  Light versus Dark, Order versus Chaos.  Win or lose, it is all pointless Sister.  We fought for eons to try and determine which of us was right..for what?"

As Darkness speaks, Light shifts on the other side of the platform, her gaze moving between each of the Companions.  One can almost see ever so faint whisps of Warp energy seeming to flow over her glowing figure, the effect standing out much more then compared to Darkness' inky black form.

"You may have a point Brother.  Regardless of which of us possibly wins and reforms this universe...there are so many others that are wrong.  Even the planet I landed on and...saved.  There is no hope of bringing Order to it anymore, or the countless other planets ive seen in my travels."

"Nor Chaos, or at least what I once saw as Chaos.  No...what dwells out there is well beyond such simplistic concepts."

Darkness is interrupted as Vee, still lying on the ground lets out a groan and manages to lift her upper half up as she glares at Darkness.

"It was YOU.  YOU are the one who practically destroyed my home and almost wiped out everyone on it."

Her gaze then turns towards Light, glaring still.

"And you...forcing me to stay silent while you hid away inside...and you knew all of this all along?!?"

Lights gaze shifts over to Vee but doesnt seem to display any sort of emotion.

"Not quite...the effort shattered my mind...only mostly reforming once I returned home.  I saw no reason in delving into things, I felt it a much better choice to bide my time until you finally got closer to the remainder of my figure.  Of course then things became clear.  Your people were sacrificed to preserve Order...though I now see that that was unnecessary."

Her gaze then shifts back to Darkness as he speaks once more, Vee seeming to falter and collapse back to the ground.

"Yes...unnecessary.  You agree then dear Sister, our original disagreements are paltry compared to the truth, to what needs to be done to bring true balance.  Come...let us deal with these "Companions" and then we shall work to bring true balance to the multiverse."

Both figures raise their respective weapons, awaiting to see what the Companions shall do against the might of both powers.

What Phaerys had initially assumed may have been a pocket dimension was in fact the top of a great tower amid a city of ebony. The Shaiton capital, he presumed, currently besieged by their allies. Almost a pity they were not here to study the architecture.

Against the oncoming beam of darkness, Phaerys launched himself skyward to evade it, projecting a wave of fire above himself to temporarily shield against the rain of dark orbs. He bought himself a few precious moments to hurriedly fabricate a shield out of alloys, hopefully allowing some margin for error as he steered himself away from more potential hits. Occasionally he was able to capture an orb in an orbit around himself, before flinging it back towards Darkness with considerably more force than it previously had.

Hovering round his vantage point from on high, it was hard not to notice the incongruous glimmer of gold some distance behind their foe. As if on cue, the Ataran heard Kitharsis' voice, echoing his own suspicions of the unknown object. Phaerys reached out and replied:

Hypothesis: Seraphim artefact, not Shaiton. Salvage, not sunder.