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Ryouma Sakamoto     19:00, COPENHAGEN, EAST COAST.

    The sea parts.

    While the beast had mercifully gone the long way around rather than plowing through Germany, it is unfortunately here, a fact Enkidu would have been able to warn people about several hours in advanced. The spider's pace had increased unpredictably as it drew closer, and then, rather than rise from the depths...

    It vaporized the sea.

    Immense amounts of water, gone in a flash of fiery blue crystals and flames. As it advances, the land underneath it crystalizes, just like in its cave. It stops being "Gaia". Doctor Strange and Arthur specifically would have had time to research and discover where this thing was wrong. Its personal space doesn't just stop being Gaia's. It becomes Mercury's.

    Before the waters can unpart and crash back onto the spider, crystals form to hold it back. Type Mercury stands tall on its legs, close to fourty meters tall. The strange orb on its back, which from above makes it look all the more spider-like, might remind people of an UFO. Each of its eight legs are progressively more bladed and bulky going from the rear to the front, and crystaline blue-green flames shoot out of its joints and head, covering its entire form in an ominous, visible, aura.

    It begins stepping onto land.

    There are large buildings all around - ships, warehouses, a power company, officers and sea-side residences. If the area hasn't been evacuated, the first victims have already been vaporized with the water, and onlookers are immediatly crystalized (and killed) when within range of ORT's terraforming ability.

    It makes no effort to destroy Copenhagen directly. It advances, and its Crystal Valley does the work for him, etching the alien world of Mercury onto reality. It travels in a straight line.

    Towards Gilgamesh, very, very deliberately.
Thomas Alva Edison     Thomas Alva Edison, thanks to Enkidu, would know how the creature is moving to, and his own destination.

    There weren't a lot of the US fleets near by, but he would have enough for his purposes.

    That, and with preperation, a time studying the crystal, Edison has managed to create a weapon specifically designed to be able to pierce the shell of the creature, or at least that was the theory. He moved what he had, from a nearby friendly port, with the weapon on each ship. The weapon was simple enough, artillery, but the shell in question would use a specific type of warhead to create a sonic frequency at the specific frequency needed to help damage the creature.

    As the creature would move around the coast, into the small bay where it would have to surface, Edison sttempted to stop it here. One ship, he relied on, used it's shells, with his ability to shape the area around him into his labs, so he could make on the spot changes to the weapons as needed. As the creature approached, they retreating, aiming to try and keep pace with it, in an attempt to keep shelling it...trying to weaken it enough to prevent the inevitable.

    And so, even when it finally did reach it's target, the remaining boats would manuver, aiming more shells onto the back of the creature. Edison, narrowing his eyes and grunting, trying to make any headway on this creature...if push came to shove...

    Well, he could try and see if his Noble Phantasm could work, but with it's reality shaping powers, it was hard to know if it would actually succeed.

    Taking a breath, he could only trust in his ability to craft a solution.
Gilgamesh      This is a monster.

     It's a monster unlike anything Gilgamesh has fought before. It's something neither of this world nor his own, something distant and beyond his authority as the King. It is not subject to his gods, nor subject to his Authority, nor subject to his authority, nor subject to his power. It is something...unknowable.

     This is exciting.

     It would be more exciting if his treasury was still filled. If his power was still at its height, Gilgamesh would have been sure that he could stop it even without aid. There would be some treasure, some weapon, some force within the Gate of Babylon, that would enable him to destroy it. Even if he had to use Enuma Elish...no, especially if he had to use Enuma Elish, he would probably be able to deal with this problem himself.

     Maybe.

     It might take everything he had, but he was confident that he could beat it. He had not yet encountered anything he could not. Even Enkidu-...well. If he was at full power *with* Enkidu, it wouldn't be any challenge at all! It would be simplicity itself.

     But he isn't.

     The Gate of Babylon's treasures are drained. It's repairing, cleaning, restructuring, resorting. All he has available to him are magic wands, magic staves, and the stone book that now rests in his hands. He's never been much of a spellcaster, but he gathered these things because they're valuable. He deployed them against Enkidu. Now he's going to have to deploy them for real.

     Gilgamesh stands ahead of the spider. He sees it coming, and his lips curl upwards into a sneer. Crystals devour the ground. No - crystals *become* the ground.

     Gilgamesh stands his ground. His axe-staff is clutched in one hand. His book is in the other. He'd make a dramatic statement, but honestly, it'd be wasted on this creature.

     So instead, the King of Heroes simply opens the Gate of Babylon.

     Staves emerge around him. He sneers, plants his staff, and points it forward.

     The opening salvo of magical energy tears apart the crystals directly in front of him. It gouges deep holes in the landscape as the King of Heroes' treasury goes to work.
Enkidu Enkidu has been tracking the creature for the past week. Ever since Gilgamesh told him to get ahead of it, keep track of it and slow it down, he's been doing just that. Enkidu's initial attempts to communicate were met with incomprehensible sounds -- incomprehensible even to him -- and Gaia's presence wasn't helping since it just overwrote it wherever it went. Thus, harassment was what he did, keeping pace even undersea and not letting up for the entire duration of the long, long trip.

It turns out a lump of clay is useful for a lot of things.

When the sea vanishes, Enkidu erupts out of it. A dolphin with an artificial sheen to it breaks the surface, then unfolds down the middle and flexes into a body with two arms and two legs. The clay man lands on the shore ahead of the crystalline growths, legs flexing unnaturally, springing forward at a loping stride and turning to something more definitely human-looking on the way. Simple white clothing, long green hair, the perfectly sculpted beauty --

Enkidu flips himself into the air between it and Gilgamesh. He rotates, facing it upside-down, thrusting his hands forward. The unchanged ground ripples, and an array of spears leaps out of the surface like missiles aimed at its center mass.
Doctor Strange      Strange has had time to prepare, but that doesn't mean his preparations are adequate. He was assuming the Type would just crawl out of the water rather than vaporizing it. And despite the size of the chasm it had gouged into the earth beneath the mountain, he was assuming it would be smaller than the Arc de Triomphe. How is he going to hide /that/ from the public?

     He can't... but he could hide the public from it. Get them out of the city, just like last time. Perhaps with enough help, he might even be able to minimize optics on the giant alien crystal spider, although smartphones would be a nightmare to individually track. Regardless, Strange sends out a request for help on neutral radio bands, asking for any help he can get in clearing the public from the danger.

     Strange himself gets right to work, coordinating with any like-minded individuals to send at-risk civilians to the nearest warpgate via use of his peculiar portals. Some of them may even recognize him from the last time he did so.

     Meanwhile, there is Another Strange still hovering over the bay area which overlooks the approaching Type. He knows that, within the areas the spider corrupts, Mercury's law, now Gaia's, applies. But even on Mercury, there are some laws held in common with this world. Such as gravity.

     The air is suddenly full of Stranges pulled from different points in the future, all of which create a minefield of open portals in front of Ort. Any which it falls into are closed, the Sorcerer Suppreme attempting to crush or outright amputate limbs using only the underpinnings of Mercury's physics.
Morgan Berselius How long has it been since he had encountered something like this? Not merely an alien divinity in its ascendance, but the very manifest avatar of a foreign world. Not an invader, but a microcosm in and of itself. To see it stirs ancient and distant and half-formed memories, thoughts of another life and another time.

A shadow flickers at the fringes of the great crystal spider, flitting away from the crystalline outgrowth that encroaches upon the fabric of the World. Morgan Berselius is speechless at the sight of the thing, or maybe just... in awe, a little bit? He's still human, after all. It's impossible not to be even a little moved by something like /this./

But that's not the only reason he's made to pause.

How long has it /been/ since he's seen a city so full of life? A place so full of living and breathing humanity, filled with people living their own lives and families struggling to build a better future. To lose so many would just be... Tragic.

One way or another, this... this /thing/ must be stopped.

Or at least, its advance must be slowed to allow for an evacuation.

Morgan darts up and away, flowing like dark liquid around and in-between buildings. He winds up and up and up, leaving a murky, viscous trail in his wake until his form materializes over a rooftop. He gestures, and the shadows he left behind suddenly leap into action. Black bolts twist and twine between the gathering crystals like jagged bolts of lightning up and into the massive crystal behemoth.

He's still missing an arm. But hey, that's still better than he felt yesterday.

And then something crackles across the thing called a 'radio,' and Morgan's eyes flicker aside to peer at it.
Maya A crazy crystal spider thing not native to this Earth was on the lose and heading for Denmark and things were looking to be /very bad indeed/ She trusted in Edison's efforts to figure out a way to hurt it far more effectively. Even she had heard of the man before he had been summoned. She had been focusing on evacuation efforts along the waterfront of the probable point the thing would make landfall.

She was under the idea of getting them away from the likely battlezone was the best she could to make ready and after that? She'd act as heavy artillery for the force moving to fight the giant crystal spider thing. She knew she couldn't do a perfect job but better than just sitting around doing nothing, so Maya has been doing what she can to get people to get as far away as possible.

Maya had also not forgotten what the Clock Tower had done with all of them either. It wouldn't have just been two world leaders dead had it gone south. There would have been active from her home world most likely

Still she focused on the evacuation and would have used Runner but he would have drawn too much attention

Still she did what she could her Paladin badge had helped a little with some of the local law so some people might just live to see tomorrow rather than being turned to crystal things. Maya will also work with anyone else who needs her with the evacuation to better corrindate efforts on that. Namely getting people to the warp gates.

Once the horror makes landfall she'd done all she can at this point and it's time to fight. To hold it back and delay it more via combat.

She wants to do more but knows she's of more use and will save more lives if she goes and confronts the Crystal Spider. She holds an old pendant in hand muters a short spell and blue energy wings flare out from her back and she'll take flight, it's the fastest way for her to intercept, she feels uneasy as she gets into this horrors field of effect.

Maya is going to oddly take a moment to get ready as she closes, her rifle is out she levels it as she flies, the upper and lower housing part and she fires a flight of small missiles from the inside of the rifle, this is just her warming up she has a plan but that will take some time and she needs to see how it reacts to her earlier attacks hopefully the detonations of the missiles will get the thing's attention at the very least.
Archer EMIYA      Just outside ORT's field of range, atop a rooftop of a building that still currently remains intact, stands a single servant in red. In his hands he holds nothing that can be considered a weapon, not a bow, not a sword, just nothing. That's ok though, because in the end that's really all he has.

     "I am the bone of my sword"
     "Steel is my body and fire is my blood"
     "I have created over a thousand blades"
     "Unknown to death"
     "Nor known to life"
     "Have withstood pain to create many weapons"
     "Yet, those hands will ever hold anything"
     "So as I pray"

     Archer pauses mid chant as he throws an arm to his side, the spot around his feet erupting into flames as the surrounding battlefield becomes litered with countless swords and the sky filled with both smog and gears.

     "UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS"

Still not moving from his spot, Archer raises a hand into the air like a conductor, a plethora of nondescript swords materializing behind him to be fired at ORT in an explosive volley.
Arthur Lowell     Alright, time for Plan Arthur. Arthur's scheme, such as it is, is to make this combat event a little less painful overall. He's honestly not sure how this goddamn thing got here, or why, but his hope is that he can lock onto and identify Metastasis-Mercury and subsequently create a space link to it. With his specialty of Gates and spacewarps in play, he dives into action: Arthur swoops down from high above on his rocket-broom, skimming the Crystal Valley and feeling for space.

    Whether or not he could summon a Gate to Meta-Mercery in this world is irrelevant, but whether or not he could start a Gate-summoning ritual targeting Meta-Mercury within the Crystal Valley is key. "HEY FUCKER," He shouts out. "You bringin' that HOMESICKNESS up in this shit? Yo, FUCK OFF!" He kinda buzzes it the way a hostile aircraft might buzz an unidentified intruder. He needs to get that feel...

    If he can get a general sense for identifying Mercury, he's gonna get that ritual rolling. Sadly, 'make a Gate across the solar system big enough to cram a giant monster through' is hardly a ritual that will work fast even if it turns out that he can get it rolling right now, and will certainly require assaulting the thing enough to cool down its ongoing charge. He slips into a forward position ahead of the monster, moving into a sort of SHMUP gameplay that opens with a light stream of starlight attacks; it seems fitting and works well alongside the mines, spears, magical energies, missiles, swords, and other suchlike. Meanwhile a pattern of spirographic light starts to flicker into resolution, trying to form the framework of a Gate in urgent hopes it'll get a foothold...
Nova Terra     There had been numerous warnings, alerts, crazed rantings about the end of the world. Certainly enough to draw the attention of many, from afar, to find out what the fuss is about. One such curious individual arrives from above, the large destroyer-sized starship streaking down from orbit. On the bridge of the ship, Nova watches as one of the screens flickers to life, detailing an overhead view of the 'carnage' as well as it's cause. Nova looks a little confused at the screen.

    "What the hell is that?"

    Off to the side, Nova's technical specialist, Reigel, is typing away at a console. There's several moments before he responds, "Unknown. But it appears to be terraforming the surrounding terrain."

    Nova sighs in a little annoyance at the lack of information. But that's to be expected. She taps in a few commands on her own console, several wireframe overlays appearing on the overhead view, "Just see what you can find out. In the meantime, tell the boys we're going in hot. The main defense line will be here." Nova then turns, beginning to leave the bridge. On the way out she finishes, "And ready the ship for combat. We're probably going to need it!" The bridge door closes behind her.

    A short time later, the starship has taken up a hovering position some distance in the area, ahead of the monstrosity. The large cargo bay door on the rear opens and objects begin to fall out. A number of them. They plummet towards the ground before braking thrusters fire at the last moment and they hit the ground. As soon as they do, hatches slide open to release their cargo. From some come men equipped with large bulky power armour, equally large rifles in hand. From a couple others, large tanks roll out and down the ramps before driving over to join the troopers. From another, what look like utility mechs hover out on thrusters before moving over to an open area.

    It doesn't end there though, as more objects are released out of the ship's hold. Designed differently to the drop pods the other force arrived in, these too fire breaking thrusters before slamming into the ground. The utility mechs hover over to these new arrivals, laser welders coming to life as they begin to work on them. The work is quick, the recognizeable shape of small structures beginning to form in only a matter of minutes. Some are forming into towers, large missile launchers embedded within. Others look to be heavily armoured with long open windows, likely for firing out of.

    The final pod to drop is much smaller than all of the previous, looking far more specialized. Climbing out of it is Nova herself, who quickly grabs her usual equipment from its compartments before moving over to join the gathered squad of Marines. They all salute her as she arrives, one of them reporting, "Ma'am. Defense line will be complete in two minutes."

    Nova nods, "Good work. In the meantime, have the tanks go into Siege Mode and begin the attack." After the resulting affirmative, Nova turns her view towards the 'spider' in the distance, bringing her visor down over her eyes to try and get a better look. Even as she does so, the large tanks behind her begin to transform, stabilizing arms folding out and slamming into the ground as their barrels split and extend. After just a few moments, the local ground shakes as the large 180mm plasma cannons unleash their powerful blasts, sending the super-heated ammo streaking towards the ORT.
Lezard Valeth Lezard is here.

Of course he's here. How could he not be? Lezard Valeth, Sorceror of Midgard, has a decided INTEREST in the goings-on of this world, especially those of this entity that seems to have decided to crest from the ocean like a classic Japanese movie monster.

Well, kind of. The water vaporization was a nice touch.

The world-crystallization even moreso. Lezard watches on with fascination from a distance, standing parallel to the path ORT is taking towards Gilgamesh. At least today, the goals of Lezard and the others present align.

Today, Lezard seeks to slay something that is truly godlike... Or rather, perhaps even beyond the gods themselves. His hands reach out, and he begins drawing in immense amounts of power. ORT's movements just make this easier, as Mercury seems to be far more lenient towart's magical use than Gaia. The Philosopher's Stone is before him, arranging and focusing the power into the growing circle of energy. With a crash of thunder, Lezard channels that power directly into a cataclysmic force. In the sky above ORT, a huge coruscating storm gathers, a dark sphere coalesceing as the ground is shorn, floating around the electromagnetic disturbence.

                    "As the harmoniums of Asgard sound,                      
         their very melodies stir the ancient lightnings to wake!"          

As he speaks, a skull emerges from the darkness, surging and flowing with lambent waves of electrical force in the shape of a long Eastern-style dragon. It gnashes its teeth, and roars, surging forward...

                               "DRAGON BOLT!"                              

And it rushes down towards ORT, suicidally charging into and possibly through the thing, crashing into it with seemingly overwhelming amounts of electrical power.
Mercy      Mercy had said she'd be here. It took a little bit of schedule rearranging, but here she is: here is where she's been, for a little awhile. She has a favorite hotel in Metastatis Denmark. That should tell anyone a lot. Standing in the back as near to Gilgamesh himself as she can finangle, she hovers just slightly off the ground, her Caduceus Staff tucked between her left arm and her hip. In her right hand she holds a simple, classy, very modern gun: it is the only weapon she bears.

     "What the hell am I supposed to do with this against that?" The golden-haired woman mutters to herself.

     Holstering it at her side, the Guardian Angel lifts up her staff in a smooth motion, a stream of light as gold as Angel and King's hair suddenly linking herself, the staff, and Enkidu together. "Protect thyself, good warrior!"
Yomi Isayama So, all the crystals and eggs from halfway across the world pointed to some sort of giant crystal spider creature. A monster was something Yomi could fight. She was good at fighting monsters. It's been her entire life. This one was just... a little bigger than most.

But seeing how its very presence crystallizes the land, the buildings... and the people... Yomi sets her lips in a thin line. She takes a breath, hand closing on the hilt of Shishiou, then slowly draws the blade. As she does, the air behind her shimmers for a moment, before a large beast's form solidifies, towering over the girl as its snake tails thrash behind it. "Ranguren!"

The nue breathes out, exhaling a cloud of steam from its mouth. Raising her sword, Yomi points up toward the towering spider. "Houkouha!" Letting out a roar, Ranguren opens his fanged maw. A whine of gathering energy sounds as a pinpoint glow in his mouth grows to the size of a basketball, then fires off in a powerful concussive blast toward the crystalline spider.
Ryouma Sakamoto     The spider is bombarded. With cannons made specifically to harm it. Its shell cracks in places. It also regenerates, a feature that was probably predictable but not exactly an innate function of the crystals found in the cave. With blasts from Gilgamesh's vault, by siege tanks in full on blow it up mode, with missiles, with spears from Enkidu. Its stride never stops, even as it takes damage. It is focused on one task and one task alone: eat the Golden King, slayer of Gaia.

    It's hard to tell if it's wounded, but it sure isn't slowing down.

    Even as portals open under its limbs - no, they refuse to close. Its crystaline skin won't let portals close to hack limbs off. Damage is caused by the act, but not enough to sever its bladed appendages.

    Arthur's attempt to open a gateway to Mercury is met with resistance. Trying to position a barrier between two completely different sets of physics is... hard! Not impossible. A small one opens, unstable. Type Mercury actually motions to avoid it. It is uninterested in going home. Bullets will have to do, and they do just fine, chipping more of that crystal off.

    Black lightning and ~dragon~ lightning smashes into ORT. Its shell seems just as resistant to magical abuse as it is physical, perhaps even moreso, given the beast's aura of 'you're on Mercury with different physics now'.

    Archer deploys his Reality Marble. It swallows the area. ORT... continues advancing. The world around it starts falling apart. The dusty hills of Unlimited Blade Works crystalize. Swords become stuck in the ground as they, too, turn into crystal. The gears in the sky become jammed. The real world bleeds back in, but not totally. This is probably VERY unpleasant to Archer, even moreso than when swords jam themselves in the thing's carapace.

    Type Mercury finally stops. Its head turns slowly, as it seems to take in the full scope of the situation. It then turns back to look at Gilgamesh.

    A concussive blast hits its face. Its skin hardens reflexively to halt the blast - but it should say something of Yomi's attack that the creature raised its defenses. In response...

    It lashes out in every direction. Tendrils of crystaline fire, however that works, wash across the entire area like a natural disaster. Gilgamesh is spared, because the beast raises its two front legs to bring them down like massive guillotines instead. When they impact the ground, hit or miss, the earth splits as far as the eye can see, a canyon carved into that part of the city, crystalizing slowly.
Thomas Alva Edison     Crystal tentacles come down for the ships and his men.

    But Thomas Alva Edison says 'No'. Flying up towards the tentacle, bracing himself with his DC POWERED BODY, Ort smashes against him. Feeling the weight of the otherworldly creature against him, he is knocked away, but quickly regains control.

    "All three at the same time, fire on my mark!" he says, coordinating firing with Enkidu's movements, aiming to provide both his forces, and Enkidu himself, cover fire and support to hurt the boss more than they could seperate.

    Barrage of bolts of lighting fly from Tomas' hands, aiming to try and take advantage of those damaged sections of crystal, aiming to send direct shots directly into the creature's body...hopefully this can somehow interfere with it's ability to fight, or hurt it specifically.

    Right now, Edison is throwing shit at the wall to see if it will work.
Gilgamesh      The magical energy of the Gate of Babylon's staves do very little. This is...not a *great* scenario to be in, Gilgamesh must admit to himself. And yet on his face is a wild smile, and his beautiful red eyes are wide and joyous. This is something, like Enkidu, that he can appreciate on pure strength. This is something, like Enkidu, that has enough power to challenge him at his strongest. He, not at his strongest, is in terrible danger.

     He's never been /in/ terrible danger before.

     It's a rush.

     One of the guillotine blades catches him. It scrapes along his back as he charges forward. It would've been a lethal hit but for how close it missed, and where it scratched, the scratch is turning to crystal. Gilgamesh feels sharp, searing pain, and he starts laughing. It's a loud, joyous, delighted laugh, the laugh of a madman. He is in *real*, *genuine*, *lethal* danger. It is *incredible*. The thought that he, the King of Heroes, might die here, is one of the most astounding things he's ever felt in his *life*.

     His feet barely touch the ground as he runs. He's muttering something out of the tablet in his hand; the rock thing springs to life, holographic runes emerging as Gilgamesh invokes the spell.

     He launches himself upwards, so that he can see the Spider's 'face.' His grin is wild as the staves of the Gate of Babylon align. Then, he snaps his fingers.

     Another thunderous barrage soars out, but this one sends Gilgamesh flying. Another invocation of the spell sends him higher, and another blast from the Gate sends him *over* the forty-meter spider. He lands on the other side, amongs the crystals, and starts running, laughing the whole way.
Morgan Berselius How does crystalline fire work? Don't worry about it. Think too hard and it might start spreading in your brain. You don't want crystal-fire neurons. That's an /excellent/ way to end up dead, or brain-dead at least. Really there's very little distinction between the two.

Crystal fire licks at the Raven Knight's heels as he dives away from the glimmering inferno. Still, the scintillating firelight chews through the murk that seems to make up a good portion of his body at the present moment. Or maybe he's just... mostly made of darkness normally?

Regardless. The effect is something a little /too/ familiar for Morgan's tastes. How far has this thing come? /Why/ has it come? What business does it have with this particular place, and why is it so keen to fight its way in?

What does it say about a man who wonders these things about a horrible crystal spider alien?

Probably nothing good.

Still, the questions are relevant and there's only really one way to find out. Morgan clicks his teeth and darts up into the sky, away from where the expanding crystalline plain continues to gobble up entire city blocks. It conjures uncomfortable memories-- a time long ago when something not so different came to /his/ home.

But... He pushes that thought down for now. Morgan alights at a safe angle not far from the thing's 'head.' If physical attacks are ineffective, and magic is /worse/ then this is what he needs to do. The shadows at his severed arm, writhing like some kind of terrifying prosthetic limb, begin to shift and expand, feeding an expanding globe of darkness that reaches out toward this... this /thing's/ alien intelligence.

Or, where Morgan believes its alien intelligence aught to be.

"Come on," he murmurs, "Let's see what there is to be seen about you, stranger."
Archer EMIYA      Archer grimaces as ORT just casually walks on through his Reality Marble, visibly uncomfortable from the alien's intrusion. Honestly, he should have expected something like this, but so long as it isn't ACTUALLY hurting him he'll continue to leave his world up for as long as he can.

     The Type launches a tentacle at the building he's standing on, and Archer is quick to jump off from it before he's taken out along with it. As he's falling back to terra firma though, he lets loose another volley of swords at the same tentacle that the creature used to attack it, the nameless and rather mundane blade exploding into pieces of magical shrapnel on impact.
Enkidu Enkidu's spears do something, but it isn't enough something. He finishes his acrobatics, landing back on the ground and sliding backwards along a street just recently(ish) restored by Dr. Strange's strange doctoring. He ends up in a three-point crouch, fingers digging into the ground, and jerks his head upwards --

Some kind of not-fire washes out of it. Enkidu watches it burn things away as it comes near. Instead of reducing things to ash, it turns them into more of that crystal-stuff that is not of this world. He jumps again, springing away at the last possible second, feeling the heat bloom wash over his lower body.

He lands on a rooftop -- awkwardly. Enkidu's foot and leg is spiked like crystal. He looks at it for a few seconds, then, with a sharp motion, peels his 'skin' off. The crystal growths go with it, the layer of flesh crystalline on one side and clay on the other. It leaves a bare, weirdly-textured section of his body. It starts to get filled in with wet clay immediately, which resolves into more of him instead.

A golden tether leads to Mercy nearby. Enkidu looks up at her, then down at it, and then back to the monster. He crouches like an animal ready to pounce. An instant later, fire from the sea comes in, hammering it, bracketing a vector of attack for the Noble Phantasm of the Gods to approach from. He throws himself into the air again, this time directly at it.

Enkidu aims to get above and in front of it. He holds out his hands again, and chains appear in a flash, bursting out of his arms and ending in spikes. He spikes the ground in a dozen places, and then fires them back upwards from the ground again to try and hook it from below and root it in place.

He's not really being nice about it, either.
Yomi Isayama Yomi frowns again as she sees her spirit beast's attack absorbed.. though it did need to raise armor to do so. That's something, at least. "I suppose it couldn't have been something easy, could it?"

Crystal fire might not be a thing that should even exist, but Yomi will worry about hows and whys later. For now, she sees the incoming flames and grasps onto the nue's mane with one hand. "Ranguren, be ready... now!"

The great beast leaps upwards at the last moment before the flames strike, avoiding being seared in half by the attack, at least. The smell of singed fur fills the air as one of the flame tendrils lashes his front leg, though, and Yomi lets out a surprised yelp as another strikes her calf, slicing through her sock and leaving a nasty mark on her leg. "Tch... Is it even safe to get close to this thing?"

Ranguren lands on the roof of a building, and Yomi remains at his side, ready to take hold of his mane again if need be. "For now, let's see if we can test out that armor. Once again!" On command, the nue opens his mouth and fires several smaller blasts, aiming for the same spot the first one hit to see if the armor forms the same way.
Mercy      It lashes - it moves, and Mercy moves as it goes. Crystalline fire, a fire unlike any Mercy as directly dealt with before... a fire that eeks out, a fire that eats at her suit, and at her. She doesn't cry out much - a long, low, hissing breath between her teeth, really, even as she rolls out on the ground, the mechanical wings closing and opening as she puts the fire out via the standard -

     - Stop, drop, roll around like a cute dog.

     Rolling back to her feet, Mercy flickers her wings back to life, before she starts running - well, flying, somewhat, as she uses her wings to help her movement - towards the creature. It's possibly metallic, yes? It's probably still wet, yes? Unholstering something else from her belt, it sparkles to light. As soon as she gets within fifteen feet of it, the darts let fly.

     Hey, no one said Mercy didn't carry weapons... She just doesn't use more dangerous ones!
Nova Terra     Through the zoom of her visor, Nova watches as the plasma cannon fire strikes the alien spider along with everything else fired at it. Considering it's obvious power, she wasn't expecting it to die instantly... But given everything they've thrown at it so far, it would have been nice for it to do more.

    And then it stops.

    That's not good.

    Through the zoom of her visor, Nova watches as some kind of flames begin to rush out from the creature, heading in their direction. Nova cries out, "TAKE COVER!" The Terran Marines all quickly file into the recently finished bunkers, Nova quickly following just as the firery tendrils of crystal reach them.

    A few unfortunate Marines are caught outside of the armoured structures, the incredibly destructive flames burning through their power armour. The Siege Tanks take the flames are little better as they tough it out, sections of their armour melting away.

    The initial burst of fire passes, but parts of the surroundings and Terran structures still burn. Compartments soon open on the later, releasing small drones that rise up and spray fire suppressant on the flaming structures, hopefully putting them out.

    Nova rises out of the bunker she had sheltered in and glances around at the aftermath. She frowns at the sight of the dead Marines... Now's not the time. Nova orders, "SCVs, begin repairs on the tanks! Marines squads, firing position!"

    The SCVs float over to the partially melted tanks, laser cutters slicing into the vehicles and removing the worst of the damage armour plates. New plates are then quickly welded into place. Meanwhile, the numerous power armoured Marines move up to the firing slots of the bunkers, raising their C-14 gauss rifles to aim at the ORT in the distance.

    "FIRE!"

    Countless armour-piercing spikes begin to streak towards the alien spider, the Marines maintaining a fairly constant barrage of fire.
Maya Maya can't really tell if she's done damage to Ort, she does think she hit it for what little it's worth. One thing is clear Ort, iss very powerful, it's rare for her to encounter power like this in her over a decade of exploring the multiverse. This Crystal Spider is certainly up there and should she list? She'll never be able to forget it if she lives. That's a big if against a power like this Type Mercury has. She is just set on crystal fire? Her mind knows shes hurt, her body knows she's hurt, but she has trouble parsing how crystal /burns/.

She was going to be a bit more cautious to get a better feel for this thing.

She's able to stop being set on Crystal for the moment, and she backs off a bit the rifle is lowered and held in her off hand, her primary hand mover top pull a simple card out now, she'll focus on a spell drawing on what she can, she's going to focus on continuing to hammer the main body for the moment with a spell card in hand blue fire leeches out of her body and into the card and then she lets the spell rip. She creates a focused high-pressure stream of water, which might just be able to do some damage or at least buy time for what she's planning to do to this horror if she lasts long enough to do so.

The level of focus Maya has given the water spell is a very tight beam the sort that might have enough pressure behind it to cut through heavy materials like steel and hopefully this alien crystal.

"Just a bit longer..."

Maya Mutters as she flies about trying to make herself a harder target.
Doctor Strange      The tendrils of shimmering, unnatural crystalline fire fail to grasp the Sorcerer Supreme. Any of the various Sorcerer Supremes floating in the air, in fact.

     Like someone pressing all the buttons on an elevator, the brigade of Stranges vanishes in a cascade of green lights, as if they had each anticipated the angle of attack. Following this, the 'original' from which they all sprang promptly makes several successive visits to the past few minutes, appearing alongside himself to create the earlier field of ground-bound portals. Through these frequent jaunts, even he manages to avoid the tendrils of crystal flame.

     When he returns, he notes Lezard's attack and the apparent lack of effect it had. Lightning may be a poor choice, as the Sorcerer of Midgard himself noted. Before he throws all of his weight into any one attack, Strange first decides to see what ORT does and doesn't appear to respond to. Glyphic circles of various colors burn in the air around him, spitting a variety of bizarre dimensional energies at the Type.

     He then vanishes, just as Present Strange finishes dealing with the most at-risk civilians. /That/ Strange casts a scrying spell over the harbor, gaining the necessary knowledge he needs to visit the past and begin attacking. He then vanishes in a flash of green light.

     When he reappears, it's through a portal overlooking the bay, where he continues his assault by hurling a few magically conjured blunt weapons. Staves, chui, and a medieval cudgel slam against ORT's crystalline hide--wouldn't hurt to see if simple brute force could outpace its supernatural healing. Although, he's certain he can't provide brute force in near the quantity that those high-tech tanks of Nova's can.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur eats a considerable chunk of shit from the rush of fire, keeping his SHMUP-like forward focus as it rushes at him and winding up dramatically rolling through it and away from it; tinkly chunks of the awful crystal wash over his body, and he does his best to shake it off. "YO! Yo, FUCK OF with that bullshit!" He shouts, and then surges a little more urgently with his own burning magical fire. "How the hell is YOUR MERCURY not MERCURY-MERCURY..." He mutters, trying to focus, but... He calls out on the radio, seeing if anyone has any alternatives. Well, it looks like it's slaying or nothing, so he keeps the ritual rolling on passive tracks. Maybe someone will get this thing properly dead and he won't need it.

    As the halo of Gate forms behind him, sort of charging up a much larger version of the Gate necessary to cast this thing back to Mercury, he knuckles down a bit harder. Let's focus. Cores! That ring at its back has brilliant, shiny spots. Arthur can focus those down, and so he rushes for the closest thing to Boss Weak Points he can see.

    Getting into the closer side of medium range, Arthur plants both hands on his broom, lights both of his eyes on shimmering fire, and just absolutely pours a tremendous column of starlight as hard as he can into one of those three spots on the huge ring, trying to damage it badly, or even disrupt... Whatever a giant ring like that is used for, magic or technology or strange biology or weird alien things none of them can know. Whatever it is, it's important enough to have a big ring -- and one with GLOWY BOSS VULNERABILITY SPOTS!
Lezard Valeth The colossal force levied against the creature causes even Lezard to pause. This is war on a truly Multiversal scale, power being brought to bear from many worlds on this creature.

But what a creature it is! Lezard watches the beast simply repel the Dragon Bolt, a powerful blast that would have crushed most other targets. If only he could find a way to exploit this power...

but he doesn't have time. He might be out of the direct path of the crystallization, but he is fairly sure that there are few places out of the range of the beast entirely... And it is proven as the crystal flame rushes towards him. With a yell, he forms the pages of the Philospher's Stone before him into a blast shield, diverting the worst of it around him as it annihilates most of his perch.

The rest of it sears his body, even as he reaches out and rips some of the power of the flame out of its form, diverting it into the circle that begins pulsing again as he gathers energy. He grunts in pain, the scorching force having lashed his flesh and bones. Were he in a less optimal position...

No, he can't waste time entertaining those thoughts. He shakes his head, grimacing. "You won't find yourself able to defend against everything..." He mutters, the pages moving back to attack formation as he focuses another spell. But he needs more power, more time. "DARK SAVIOR!" He calls, trying to cast a more minor attack into the fray in an attempt to help harry the beast.

Black blades of shadow erupt all around ORT, scything in towards those glowing points. He saw Arthur's move, and is led to possibly the same conclusion. If those are weak points...
Ryouma Sakamoto     Edison exploits a piece of crystal that was taking longer to regenerate. The strike sends ripples across the creature's body, causing significantly more damaged than prior. But it regenerates - or more accurately, blue crystal and fire bursts out of the wound like it's supposed to be there now.

    Gilgamesh's weapons strike alongside Archer's, shattering crystal that replaces itself moments later, but limbs refuse to part from its body. It's tough.

    Morgan gets INSIGHT. And a headache.

    Enkidu binds the beast - as it turns to follow Gilgamesh, it breaks the chains like twigs under its feet, but not without damage to its legs - and not without exposing itself to Enkidu for further punishment. It sounds... annoyed. The attempt to restraint it, specifically, to keep it from reaching its prey. It's not happy.

    Yomi aims at its head again. This time, the creature intercepts her with a wall of crystal, the air itself crystalizing in defiance. She shatters through, but barely reaches its head to scratch it.

    Darts of light from Mercy join the spiked-ammunition of marines, pelting the beast's crystal body. It cracks and chips in places, yet, the beast seems to spare its oppressors no attention.

    The same seems true when Maya fires water at it - its flames turn most of it to steam, and crystal halts the worst of it, just as magical weapons from Strange also crash into its carapace. It keeps tracking Gilgamesh's movements, despite this.

    Arthur smashes Type Mercury in the... eye? It's hard to tell what those big spheres are on its... UFO-like back, but whatever they ARE, it actually causes the beast to tilt slightly and rumble incoherently from the impact.

    And that opening is easy to exploit for Lezard, whose dark spears crash into the spider to damage its carapace even further.

    Type Mercury decides it's had enough. It plants its feet into the ground, rising to its full height as it stands somewhat upright. It almost looks humanoid, like this. Almost. Crystals spread under it - fiery green, blue and yellow crystals that eat the ground. The aura expands, much further than it was before. Much more powerful. There's no direct attack being launched - everyone's caught in the nasty aura, which is trying to replace your everything by crystal and also fire. It's unpleasant.
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh is already partly crystals. He's close to the thing as it explodes, and the crystals along his back expand violently. He bites his lip hard to keep himself from screaming as he feels it push up against his blood, into his veins, into his body. He's on fire. His whole self is on fire. His whole existence is on fire. He can feel crystalline fire in every part of his body, a spiderweb of death that burns on every conceivable level. He's only barely able to stop himself from shrieking, holding himself together with will and will alone. As he passes through into the other side, crystal is dropping off his face. It's dropping off his arms. His divine nature reasserts itself violently, and he has to grasp his chest as all the crystals in his blood are forced out through his skin. Anyone watching gets to see the King of Heroes' body explode into shimmering chunks of rock that fall out of his pores, out of his flesh, along with drips of blood. He opens his mouth to laugh, and crystals fall out of that, too.

     He wipes his lip.

     He straightens. He turns, and sets his axe against the crystalline ground. The book hovers next to him. The Gate of Babylon widens.

     "Amusing."

     He wipes his mouth again. "If you want to taste the King of Heroes, then very well! I'll show you the taste of the King!"

     "Ready yourself!"

     Gilgamesh waits until the thing has turned around. And then...

     And then the Gate *really* opens.

     It turns out 'all I have is a few wands' is a tiny bit of a lie when he's got *this many*. Staves, wands, all manner of magical tools jut forth from the air behind Gilgamesh. There's enough for it to be a wall, a wall of absolute, pure death. They're stacked on top of each other tightly enough that a person could walk across them with no trouble if they were horizontal. It's a wall that just keeps going up, and up, and up.

     Gilgamesh raises his axe.

     "I am Gilgamesh! King of Heroes! King of Uruk and of Babylon! King of all that Is, Was, And Ever Shall Be! As strong as a star from heaven! As glorious as the rising and the setting sun! None after me shall ever measure up to my footsteps! Where I trod, so trod the gods! I, who rule all things..."

     "ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE, MONSTER FROM ANOTHER WORLD!"

     The sound is deafening. The sheer variety of magical powers, beams, spells, and everything else being launched is absolutely staggering. The whole world ripples under the strain of it. The sheer amount of mana being vented is enough that anyone can feel it, even people with no magic whatsoever; it's simply potent in the air, a taste of what the Age of the Gods was once like, when power flowed freely and the world was brighter. Fireballs, lightning bolts, ice beams, cones of pure darkness, lines of holy light, geysers of water, of magma, flying rocks, simple beams, all manner of spells and all manner of forms assail the creature from beyond the stars. Gilgamesh raises the glowing book and swings his staff around, and from him, a golden light of glorious victory pours through it, the book drawing runes in the air, the staff channeling the violent golden light. It is a beautiful, unbelievable display of magical power, directed entirely at this singular target.
Thomas Alva Edison     The crystal burns, trying to snuff out the life and light of Thomas Alva Edison, trying to crystalize his magic and his very being. Crystals start growing across his torn body, even as he burns...but despite all of it, the juggernaught of a Caster is still washing through it, trying to protect his people...protect hese innocents. One of the ships catches on Crystal fire, he looks back only to see Chaos...

    "Pull back. Hit at maximum range.." he says, as the remaining ships start to perform orders.

    Pushing through the fire, he raises up, and then down, aiming to land both of his legs down onto the top of the head of the Giant monster, aiming to dramatically KICK it down from above, before flipping back. Of course, it doesn't match the drama of the Gate of Babalyon, but it's something. Taking back to flight again, Edison bides his time...he may have only ONE shot at this...only one. And there is no garuntee that it will work.

    But it's all he has.
Morgan Berselius Morgan acquires Insight. A crystalline voice screams through his brain. Even with an energy field larger than his head roosting up in there natively, to call it an unpleasant experience is the understatement of the century. Morgan falls out of the sky, screaming as he clutches at his skull and desperately struggles to keep his brain from leaking out through his ears.

He falls...

Right into ORT's terrifying embrace.

His voice disappears into the crackling conjugation of of crystal lattices knitting together in his throat. Similar growths penetrate up and through the guttering darkness leaking from gaps in his ruined body. It's only because of that incredible resilience, that ability to knit himself /back/ together, that he doesn't immediately meet his unceremonious end.

Instead, the crystals are ejected in a great pulse of glittering diamond dust. Morgan grits his teeth and immediately begins struggling to figure out /what/ the /fuck/ he just saw. Heard. It's an impossible thing to describe. It's something that he /felt/ more than anything else. Something that resonated either with his divinity or just with his nature as a living thing.

It's only when he hears of Gilgamesh's terrible final weapon that he puts two-and-two together.

"It was... The death knell of a world. Of /this/ world. But..." But the world is still /here./ He can feel the mana in the air. It's obviously a living, breathing thing. He exhales, releasing a long, slow breath. They need to figure out what the hell is going on. They need to establish a /dialogue./ If all it's doing is avenging the world, then...

Maybe they need to prove that it's not the right time, yet?

"Enkidu!" Morgan yells, darting in that strange, winged shadow-form toward that telltale shock of green hair. "I can try to establish contact again but it's going to hurt /bad./ You ready!?"

He clearly doesn't understand who he's talking to.

Not yet, anyway.
Maya The battle rages on as powerful figures and brave. There was no other way to defend it and her spell does better than she hoped it would, it actually /did/ something she could understand to the type Mercury and the battle is raging on and she knows a counter assault is coming soon and it will likely be brutal. Maya feels it tugging at her, she trying to transform her, she hears the cries of her all9ies. This is not something she can really dodge yet somehow she able to push through it? She is whole still she is not turning to crystal and she hovers up looking at the Type for a moment with a strange look in her green eyes.

Her wings flap a bit transparent and blue as she stares it down.

"I am who I am, I am What I am. You can not change that."

Then comes Gilgamesh he is one of the most powerful beings from his earth and his era has many things in common with her own world. The King of Heroes is anything but weak he is anything but weal and this may be one of the only challenges he's been the challenge this hard and he unleashes some of his most powerful abilities now on the invader from beyond the stars.

The King of Heroes is also buying Maya time, the time she badly needs to gather more magical power for a spell of her own.

The rifle she carries is a standard model on her world, worth more than gold to her as like her survival knife? It was her Father's weapon, and one of her last links to him. If he only knew the things Maya had brought the weapon against. Yet it had been upgraded it would help buy her hopefully the rest of the time she'd needed.

Another weapon system comes online now not the normal assault rifle part but an energy weapon whose crystal is forged with the crystallized mana of her homeworld known as Corite and she takes time, the power builds up as Maya fires off a piercing shot at the alien horror. She just needs a little more time, if she can last just a bit longer, then she can enact her plan.
Enkidu Enkidu goes up, and then comes down again. He drapes the thing in chains, wrapping it tightly -- and then it shatters them, moving again with little care to its actual being. Enkidu ends up at its feet, looking up as it rises again to its full height, and...

...makes things worse.

Enkidu's body begins to transmute into some kind of abominable crystal. The multicolored things jut out of him like blades through the chest, transmuting his substance into that of another world. He freezes up, joints locked as they become turned from something flexible and mobile into a stationary piece of the terrain. For a moment, things look grim: Enkidu is just about swallowed up by it all.

He breathes in. His body swells. Divine clay boils up out of the core of his being, pushing the crystals away from himself. He looks like a bubble about to burst, shards of crystal grinding against one another as they're displaced from his body. He convulses.

And then he explodes.

The crystals shoot out of Enkidu's burst body like pellets from a claymore mine. The roiling, twisting mass that he had turned into positioned them all upwards and forwards. Crystalline shrapnel fires in a deadly cone, but all of it is pointed at the thing's body, freeing Enkidu -- or what's left of him -- from the transmutation.

The clay does not cease. Enkidu goes from dismembered parts to a mass of something like mud. He 'stands,' or does something like it; the puddle-slash-pile that is presently him produces a humanoid body that does part of a pushup, and then draws itself to its full height and abruptly fills in with color and definition.

"That was unpleasant," Enkidu says to no one in particular. A shadow-form darts towards him, and Enkidu turns to look at it. He nods, once, holding up a hand towards him.
Nova Terra     All around Nova, her Marines are unloading their clips at the ORT, then quickly reloading and starting the process again. During all of it, Nova is watching through her visor, trying to find some evidence of results.

    And then it stumbles.

    And then it stands.

    Confirmation of a point to target comes over the radio, Nova replying, "Got it. don't get too clo-" Nova is cut off as the monster's aura rushes out across the city. Nova and her forces are of course caught in the transforming world. The Ghost stumbles for a moment, moving a hand to hold her head.

    The first warning Nova gets that something is wrong is when her fellow soldiers around her begin to cry out in pain. Nova begins to whip her head around in concern, looking as more and more succumb to whatever strange effect is changing them. They fall to the ground, writhing in pain as their faces seen through their open visors quickly change to crystal. Nova's eyes go wide at the sight. She soon starts to feel the pain herself, quickly raising her arm to look at the metal armour, seeing little specks of crystal forming on her own face in the partially reflective material.

    Damnit, how the hell do they handle this!? They should just give that arrogant bastard to the thing.

    Trying to focus through the pain, Nova once more evaluates the state of her forces. All are affected, but it seems it's progressing faster in some more than others. Good. It means she still has some fighting power, "Keep firing!" Those Marines still able to withstand the pain and still move return to firing their gauss rifles. The recently repaired Siege Tanks, which are also showing signs of transformation as crystals begin to grow from their armour, fire once more.

    However, it's clear that they're going to need even more than this. So Nova reaches back to retrieve her rifle, before saying into her radio, "Reigel, bring the ship closer. And tie the missile turrets into my laser targetter." Nova presses a few buttons on the electronic scope of her weapon, before moving forward to lean against a piece of debris.

    Looking down her scope, Nova tries to push away the growing pain within her and focus. She sights in on the glowing weak spots mentioned by the others. Above her the Griffin, her starship once more flies down, coming to a hover above the Terran defense line. Once Nova is confident with her aim, she pulls the trigger.

    A thin beam of red streaks out from the Canister Rifle's scope, instantly touching upon the ORT's surface. It does no damage. But moments later, ports along the Griffin's front open and from within, a barrage of missiles burst out in quick succession, streaking through the air to home in on Nova's targetting laser. Likewise, the missile turrets constructed on the ground spin around to face the ORT. From their launchers, yet more missiles burst forth, rising up to join those launched by the Griffin.
Mercy      Mercury decides it's had enough. Mercy decides, about thirty seconds later, that she too, has had enough. (Did you know that if you remove the 'ur' from mercury, it too has mercy?) The crystals grow, and grow, and grow. The aura expands onto her and her staff, biting, eating, gnawing away at her, and she bites back a shriek as she struggles to her feet, barely making it. She shudders, and thinks -

     Get off the ground, Mercy.

     Mercy's wings take her up to the top of the creature. Type Mercury - it's had enough - but so has Gilgamesh. So has everyone here. Mercy is practically pulling triple duty as she weaves in a circle, her gaze going from Gilgamesh, to Enkidu, to Type Mercury - to Gilgamesh. To the Gate of Babylon, behind him. To those weapons - not just sword and and axe and blade, but stave and wand and artifact. Her eyes go rounder than a pair of coca-cola bottle glasses tend to be, and she throws out a suggestion that yes-

     She does need you all to dodge.

     Dashing across Mercury like she were a flea on a dog, the valkyrie proves that just because she preaches peaceful motions doesn't mean she hasn't been taught a few tricks here and there. Deliberately aiming for spots that have been proven to do good - thanks to Arthur, or even already made injuries, does she slam the butt of the Cadaceus Staff into Mercury, repeatedly.
Morgan Berselius "Yeah, no shit, it looked it," Morgan answers, slinging down to grab hold of Enkidu's outstretched arm. Shadow flows across them both, and Enkidu is soon airborne and flying at perhaps ill-advised speeds towards the great crystal spider. Blasts of arcane force tear through the air all around them, but they aren't their targets.

"Okay. I confess, I don't know /how/ this is going to work exactly, but let's give it a shot regardless." Morgan Berselius has lived a nice, full life. Sure, not a very pleasant one, considering the state of things back home. But still. Making contact again is probably ill-advised, but...

Well, hell. You only live once, right?

"Here we go--" Again that pulse of shadow expands from Morgan's severed arm. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, steeling himself for the inevitable roar of that terrible, alien consciousness across his brain. But he's reaching out to another mind as well, to try and forge a bridge between giant crystal spider and strange green-haired clayman.

Who knows. This crazy plan might just work...!?
Archer EMIYA      "Rho Aias!"

     ORT unleashes its killing intent, and Archer instinctively raises a single strong hand in front of him, a pink flower-like shield forming to shelter him from the Type's aura.

     What was his luck again? D? Despite that he's been pretty good at keeping himself safe thus far, but he knows it won't last. He needs to end this, an end it quick.

     "I am the bone of my sword"

     Archer repeats the first line of his chant again, the magic circuits lighting up across his arm as he begins processing large amounts of mana to produce one weapon. It's not Excalibur though, or a sword at all as a matter of fact. No, it's a spear. A red spear. It may be shaped a bit differently, but there's no doubt to the weapons identity.

     The spear of the famous Irish warrior Cu Chulainn, Gae Bolg.

     Gripping the spear with both hands, Archer adopts a battle ready stance. He doesn't act though, rather he just stands there... Waiting and gathering energy.
Doctor Strange Strange retreats, the Cloak of Levitation billowing out behind him as he attempts to outrun the spread of crystal from ORT's quickly spreading aura. At first, things go well, until his back hits the wall of a nearby building. The crystals spread up the wall as his hand hurriedly attempts to create a portal with the Sling Ring. It burns in the air before him--egress. But the crystals snag the Closk's hem. They spread up the Sorcerer Supreme's body, snapping bones and bursting through flesh as they grow. Unlike Gilgamesh, he doesn't bother concealing his agonized howl.

     Slowly, his body is encased and embedded in deadly crystal, pinning him to the wall. It travels up his torso as his hands begin to make an arcane gesture. A green light glows all around him. The crystals creak and groan, pinning his arms to the wall. They encroach upon the still-screaming wizard until his mouth is covered.

     The Sorcerer Supreme, tunic darkened with sticky pools of blood, voices his displeasure. "Ouch." Pulled from the future with mere moments to spare, he spins the band of congealed time upon his wrist and turns back the growth of the crystals which entrap his past self. They retreat, clinking and groaning in reverse as they slowly shrink into nothingness. "No," says Strange to Mercy over the radio. "That's me. But it won't be for long." The Present Strange is freed, but very much not in optimal condition--the bleeding from his extensive wounds will take yet more work to quell.

     Okay. So this thing can clown him--/if/ it hits him. But it doesn't realize how big an 'If' it truly is.

     Both Stranges make mystic mudras with their fingers, each one creating a series of afterimages as their arms rise and fall. The afterimages split off from each Strange, and become an army of floating duplicates which constantly shifts positions to keep ORT guessing. Meanwhile, from the fingers of each Strange fly bolts of insubstantial, iridescent energy that looks like an oil slick upon crystal. They shatter against its body in bright flashes of polychromatic energy.
Yomi Isayama A crystal wall this time, and not just armor? This time at least the shockwave blast is able to shatter the defense, but that was still enough to weaken the force by the time it hit Mercury's face. "Maybe if--" Yomi cuts herself short as Ranguren suddenly steps in front of her defensively.

The strange aura hits him first, and the beast breathes out plumes of steam as the fire washes oevr his body. But it's the crystals growing rapidly from that side of his body that seem to be doing even more damage than the flames. Of course, being in the path means a little less when just being somewhat near Mercury seems to be causing the effect, and the exorcist cringes as she feels her skin crystallizing and burning at the same time. "Nnn..."

Standing up, a bit unsteady, Yomi quickly sheathes her sword. The great nue vanishes in a shimmer of spiritual energy, and the crystals that had been growing from him shower to the rooftop where he stood. And although it hurts, Yomi reaches out for one of the sharper-looking crystals, picking it up and hefting it in her hand to get a feel of the weight. Rather than getting some distance from the thing with the dangerous aura, Yomi runs along the rooftop toward it, leaping to a closer one before slinging the crystal with a sidehand throw. She's not sure if the thing is vulnerable to its own... self or not, but she has to get closer anyway, so she may as well try!
Arthur Lowell     Arthur's body is consumed from within by a violent burst of heat and crystal. Hazard bars rush up abruptly, max out, and eat chunks of his HEALTH VIAL. "AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!!" He cries out in pain, as the crystals start bursting out from under his skin and through his robe. But he DOES have something to deal with this! After all, whatever this effect is, it's meant to deal with a planet... And not a star! He clenches both hands, claps them together, and briefly becomes embodied fusion, a tiny star, snapping himself out of qualifying for the effect by virtue of being so deeply and inherently not-of-Earth, and rather being of Space instead.

    It's something he can only maintain for a small time though, and swiftly returns from it, this time far more wary of such rushes. "Alright you sky-sucking alien motherfucker you want a piece of me? You wanna see what guts I got for ya? COME ON! Let's fucking GO! I got your number you three-eyed piece of shit, you're 'boutta run RIGHT BACK TO MERCURY, VALLEY OR NO, or I'm 'boutta put you DEEPER in the ground than that CAVE! COME AT ME! I'LL FUCK YOU UP!! YOU FUCKIN' TRY THAT CRYSTAL BULLSHIT ONE MORE TIME, I'LL PUT YOU IN THE STARS YOU FELL OUT OF!!" He clenches both hands hard around the shaft of his broom, surges fire out his body, and dives in.

    He can hear Enkidu and Morgan are about to do... Something? Some kind of contact thing, some kind of contact thing. So he rushes in, doing whatever he can do to add a little extra to it, specifically intending to sort of gravity-grapple it. Specifically, he encases his whole body in a sheath of gravity magic, and plunges his body right into one of those big eyes, trying to crush the body while simultaneously pinning some its motions that seem to correspond with the surges of damage -- or at least make sure it is sort of held in place for whatever psychic nonsense that's lining up!
Lezard Valeth Under normal circumstances, Lezard would have just kept raining death until the target perishes.

These aren't normal circumstances. The beast is regaining strength. The thing is simply shrugging off lesser attacks... And then it releases a greater fragment of its power. The wave of crystal and fire hammers into Lezard's position, engulfing him once again. This time, crystals begin erupting out of his flesh as portions of his body begin to be corrupted and overwritten by the beast's power.

This feels... familiar somehow.

It also makes in INTENSELY ANGRY. "YOU DARE!?" He shrieks, raising his hands and casting another wave of dark power towards ORT. He can't stop her. He staggers, blood dripping down into the circle as it continues to flare brighter and brighter. "More... /Power/." He hisses. "I NEED MORE POWER!"
Ryouma Sakamoto     Gilgamesh unleashes an endless barrage of spells at ORT. It stands its ground, its skin suddenly hardening as more crystal sprouts to cover its form. No, it's more than that. The beast withdraws into its carapace like a turtle, folding its legs, head and other sharp limbs into that UFO-like carapace on its back. Sitting there in a ball, it really does look like your standard UFO, too, complete with glowing lights on it. It might look quite silly like that, but... when punishment rains, it shows why it does that.

    The endless fires of Gilgamesh's wands.
    Edison's charged kick, which pushes ORT into the ground.
    Countless missiles from Nova's forces, enough to put a fortress to shame.
    Enkidu exploding and assaulting it with its own crystals.
    Arthur turning gravity on the beast, pushing it further down into the dirt.
    Yomi weaponizing its own crystals against it, too.
    Doctor Strange's odd spells, shattering upon the crystal.
    Lezard's continued dark-elemental assaults.
    Mercy climbing onto it when it's safe to hit weak spots.
    Maya's piercing shot, that makes more than a dent.
    Morgan tries to establish contact again, too. The beast is defending. It... doesn't work? Does it not want to talk anymore? Or does it not want to let someone in a second time after figuring that trick out?

    Silence falls. The great spider uncurls, spreading its massive legs out again. It seems revitalized, almost. Its carapace battered, bruised, but its body? Just fine.

    And it turns towards Gilgamesh again. It's angry. It's unbelievably, terribly angry. It shoots for the King like a massive spider-shaped bullet, and angles its body down.

    Its maw opens, and it tries to swallow him whole.

    But others aren't safe. The terrain is as angry as the beast. Spikes of crystal gush out under those who are on the ground - they shoot out at those who fly, they fall back down and explode into MORE crystal and fire when they miss. They're everywhere. One big red zone to avoid standing in.
Gilgamesh      Gilgamesh is eaten.

     He doesn't stand a chance. He can't do anything. The Gate's already closing. He's used up every weapon he has. Every tool Gilgamesh has access to, every weapon, has been used up. He has mana left, he's strong, but in the face of this thing, this thing that hates him so, he can do nothing. His eyes widen. There's a delighted, wild grin on his face.

     He has never come so close to death before.

     He vanishes into the beast's maw.
Enkidu The monster moves. Enkidu sees its trajectory, and he reacts before conscious thought about what he's doing can really occur. It's fast -- absurdly fast, abominably fast -- but then, so is Enkidu. He blitzes away from Morgan with a spray of crumbling ground, powering through obstacles like signs, walls and cars on his way inland.

When the creature comes for Gilgamesh, Enkidu is there, too, hurling himself in its path. He vanishes into its jaws right alongside the King of Heroes.

As is right and proper... but certainly not safe.
Archer EMIYA      Despite ORT's attack, Archer stands his ground. Crystal spikes shoot out from the ground around him, grazing across his skin and tearing sizable chunks of flesh and cloth from him. The servant grimaces, but he can't move yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not... NOW!

     At this point, the spear in his hands can barely be called a spear more than it is a ticking bomb, a red miasma pouring from the legendary weapon as it threatens to explode at any moment. Archer knows this, and he's eager to get rid of it.

     Breaking into a mad sprint, the nameless hero runs across the crystallized docks of Copenhagen, jumping high into the air as he readies the lance in his hand, his muscles bulging as he's barely able to contain it.

     "Soaring Spear that Strikes with Death, Gae Bolg!"

     Archer lets loose the name of the technique, and shortly after it Gae Bolg itself. The crimson spear rips through the air at supersonic speeds towards the alien spider, splintering apart mid-flight into many tiny spears as it carpet bombs the creature with hundreds of tiny explosions.
Thomas Alva Edison     Impaled by flying spikes, as more grow throughout his body, Edison is being pushed more and more. Blood drips from his new wounds, though despite all of that he...looks pretty good. With a matter of will, the spikes fly in all directions from his body, as he struggles to maintain control of it from the mana replacying Ort. His eyes look down at the beast...no, it was time.

    He lands right before it, as he stares the thing right in the eye.

    "You can not destroy us. You can not beat the spirit of man." he declares...

    And then the lights go out.

    Moments later, a brilliant light, large enough to encompass the entirity of Ort appears in the sky, As Edison himself appears on the words...

    EDI

    SON

20th Century TYPES ARE BULLSHIT!

    From the man a massive roar rings out, aiming to shake through the creature itself. Anything that it produces that might be considered magic or anything of the like might find itself reversing. The creature itself is given a taste of mortality, as anything in the light has the ability to slay anything that might be considered a god, ultimate being, ect...

    And Edison's pure force of AMERICA aims to blast the creature away, or rather, attempts to tear through it's regenerating asshole shell to hurt it alot and get his (asshole) friends out from the inside of it.
Nova Terra     Things are quickly going to hell around Nova. Crystals burst up from the ground, piercing through the floor plating of the bunkers and piercing through Marines. Another crystal slices into the side of one of the missile turrets, detonating a number of missiles within and causing the structure to explodes in a blast of fire and debris. One Siege Tank is clipped by a crystal, the large rising mass lifting the vehicle up off its side and sending it rolling onto its top.

    Throughout all of it and the pain of the crystals growing inside her, Nova is intently focused on the target, staring it down through her scope. Missiles exhausted by the previous barrage, she switches her weapon back over to normal firing as she waits for the right opportunity...

    The large monster opens its mouth to eat Gilgamesh. Nova fires at that moment, sending one of her large rounds into the creature's mouth with the King of Heroes and his clay friend. She hopes its inside is less armoured than its outside...
Gilgamesh      Light.

     There is light, inside ORT. It is overwhelmingly brilliant, overwhelmingly bright. It spills out of the creature's maw. It spills out, and where it touches, flowers bloom. It spills out, and where it touches, the world resonates. And there is a sense of power in the air, a sense of incredible, overwhelming power. Again, even those with no magical power can sense it as it floods the world, as prana spills forth without regard.

     And then come the chains.

     There are hundreds of them, perhaps thousands. Chains come pouring out of ORT's mouth, gold and glistening and glorious. They shoot outwards, wrapping around its head. They go for its stomach. They go for its legs. They go for its arms. They go for *everything*. There are more chains than there are blades of grass, more links of gold than there are stars in the sky.

     The chains drag its mouth open. They pull against every portion of ORT at once. They are multitude. They are *beautiful*.
Enkidu Mages looking upon this phenomenon have a better idea of what it is than what the creature is. The shining gold, unassailable by the aura that causes the transformation of the world; the perfect brilliance that floods outward, shining with the light of the heavens.

The chains are a Divine Construct. They are a weapon forged by the gods themselves, an artifact that surpasses human limitation and the capability of the fake-forgers that appear in this age.

The chains are Enkidu.

"He is Gilgamesh," Enkidu's voice proclaims, disembodied and thunderous. The world outside the aura of transformation echoes with it. "He is the King of Heroes! The King of Uruk and of Babylon! King of all that Is, Was, and Ever Shall Be!"

The flood of golden chains expands exponentially. It stikes the ground all around; it strikes the buildings yet unwarped; it strikes the crystalline surface of another world. It builds into a mass of shining gold almost akin to a cocoon, a seemingly endless outpouring of binding power. They cannot kill it, Enkidu knows, so they must stop it.

And this time, it will /hear/ them.

"Who are you who comes to his house and batters at the door as a barbarian would?!" Enkidu's voice is a roar. "Who are you who thinks to challenge such perfect glory with the shape of a place that knows not what glory is?! He is as strong as a star from heaven! Even without his greatest treasures at his disposal, he will destroy you if you so much as take another step into his domain uninvited!"

"Know this: There is only one opponent worthy of facing his full might!"

The chains pull tight. "And I'm /already here/!"
Lezard Valeth Lezard cries for power, focusing on tearing every ounch of magic he can from the environment. The world around him shudders as the circle flares brighter and brighter, the radiance like a beacon. The crystals come. They shred into his body. The pain wracks him as crystal and flame threatens to consume him. Over and over he diverts fragments of his power to reconstitute portions of his body as it shatters and explodes off of him in a gory, inhuman display.

If to serve this purpose I shall be despised,% my body scorched and blackened, so be it.

The phrase helps. It brings clarity. It brings purpose. It is his vow, his principle, his focus. It is why it is part of the tool of his eventual supremacy. He will pay any cost to see his work done.

And the time comes. Lezard raises his hands, and the energy arches, searing across the sky, burning contrails that roar into the heavens.

                         "No mercy for the damned,                          
          thus thou hast no escape from the grip of catastrophe!"          

The light fades, seemingly to no effect.

IN SPACE... Chunks of rock float, peaceful in the void, unmoving for uncounted centuries... Until the light comes. Streamers of energy reach out, colliding with them and dragging them towards a blue marble in the vast nothingness...

BACK ON GAEA...

The sky burns. Churning clouds and smoke rip apart, the sky opening in apocalypstic flame and destruction as burning rocks are hurled from space towards ORT, the alien becoming subject to the Meanest Son Of A Bitch In Space. Meteor after meteor rains down, crashing towards the alien to presage a final, massive rock, roaring down to deliver a massive deathblow. And all over it, Lezard's voice can still be heard.

                              "METEOR SWARM!"                              
Yomi Isayama There's no way Yomi can avoid getting hit, so she just concentrates on minimizing the damage. She quickly sidesteps one flying crystal spear, hurdles another to land on a fourth and leap off it to the next building. Of course, several smaller ones lacerate her arms and legs as she runs, and one large one manages to tag her right in the side, tearing through the fabric of her uniform and leaving her side a painful, bloody mess. It's not like running away is an option at this point, though.

Now that she's getting closer and the giant crystal spider is charging at Gilgamesh, she takes her chance. Though... she didn't really expect the thing to swallow both Gilgamesh and Enkidu whole that way.

Yomi tries to take advantage while she can, at least. One hand goes to the hilt of her sword as she leaps from the rooftop. The blade is drawn as she falls, and Ranguren materializes beneath her, landing on the ground with her on his back. "Now, before it closes that mouth! Ranguren! Houkouha!"

Letting out a roar, the guardian nue gapes his mouth open wide, and a massive surge of energy collects inside. All of his eyes focus on the crystalline spider before he fires, sending a massive shockwave toward its mouth to try to blast its head from the inside while those chains keep its mouth forced open... or at least get it right in the face before it can form more armor.
Maya The defends are still standing, they keep fighting Ort, yet it's not done, it keeps coming after them. Then in a moment, that time seems to slow down for her The King of Heroes is devoured by this horror from beyond the world itself. She's not getting off lightly either, she's being assaulted again the strange spokes hunt her and she's forced into a dizzying chain of aerial manoeuvres to keep from endingi9ng up impaled by some miracle? She's avoided harm for the moment as puts quite a strain on her body, only her training in piloting certain types of combat machines gave her an idea of how to pull this off which she successfully applies here.

AS she comes out of it she's before the Type again hovering there wings spread ide she can feel it, she has had enough time.

Her rifle is lowered and is hanging from her belt now as she flaps her wings and starts to draw cards from a pouch.

Blue fire leeches out from her body surrounding her and making her and clothing dance from its movements. She mutters something in one of her world's oldest languages it's a short prayer to Marduk and Kyra two of the Fates.

The power is clearly surging through Maya and it's not a form of magic native to this world, it's rawer and less refined than the mage craft of this world, yet it not lacking in punch. She throws three cards up before her, the card of Law which glows bright blue, the card of Chaos which glows bright green and the All chard which glows bright red before her as she raises a hand pointing to towards the type.

"When order and chaos meet, the heavens will break. From that destruction, it will lead to creation... BLACK HOLE!"

Maya surges with magic as she finishes weaving the spell and a magical black hole attempt to take shape about the type, she can't hold it from long but the force of gravity that it exerts upon the target may do a hell of a lot of damage to it and she's focusing the entire effect of the spell upon the Type itself, it seems to be obeying gravity from what she's seen of its movements hopefully? This will have some sort of effect and after her warning on the radio, she turns all of her focus into controlling the spell and trying to keep all of it directed at the Type.
Doctor Strange      The illusory Stranges dissipate when struck by ORT's crystal aura, vanishing in a wave of orange sparks. The Strange from the future vanishes, too, in a flash of green light, but there is a new wound upon him. The Strange of the present travels into the past and returns... just in time to have one of those exploding crystals shatter dangerously close to his head. The wound looks worse than it is, a gash along his temple... but with those he's already suffered, more on the pile isn't a good thing.

     When Edison and Archer begin winding up for their haymakers, he knows full well he doesn't want to be standing in the blast zone. A portal opens up a good distance behind the two Servants, and through it flies the battered Sorcerer Supreme. It closes behind him almost instantly, lest any debris or fallout come flying through after him. He checks the band of time upon his wrist, turns it back to buy himself a little more of it. He waits for the blasts from his allies... and Lezard... to give him an opening. At first, he was worried. He thought he'd have to open this thing up like a can opener and pull those two idiots out. But they've got this.

     So why not showboat? Why not annoy this thing into leaving, as he's done with so many other cosmic beings?

     Strange beckons to the Cloak, which curls up over his head and mimics a hood, obscuring his eyes.

     Blue lightning begins to crackle around his fingers. "And now," croaks the Sorcerer in an imitation of an evil space wizard, "Young Skywalker. You... will die."

     It's a simple spell. It's a weak spell. But, cast upon Enkidu, it is an exceedingly /annoying/ electrical shock which travels throughout the golden chains, electrifying ORT.

     He clears his throat. "Unlimited power," he sedately utters in a manner wholly unlike the scene he mimics.
Mercy      "GILGAMESH!"

     Gilgamesh is eaten. Mercy is mad about this for SEVERAL reasons, of which one will be learned shortly. The terrain is as angry as Mercy is, as Enkidu is, as Gilgamesh is. Crystals come up, more and more crystals that explode and knock her around. Luckily, Mercy lands back on Mercury, as do more crystals that rend and rip at her and her Valkyrie Suit. However, no Angel truly can fall until she is sure that everyone is back up again.

     Also because she's mad at Gil and who knew that emotions made someone keep going?

     Fighting against the crystals, Mercy makes her way back to her feet, before going back to the week points, pulling out and recapping her taser. She sits down on Mercury and jams the taser deep into the bigger dent she and her allies made, before setting it off, deep, deep into whatever makes Mercury, well, Mercury. One can only hope it does as well as the first one went.

     But then again...

     Hope is kinda her thing, isn't it?
Morgan Berselius Well.

/Well./

This has clearly gone way past the point of maybe asking the incarnate reality to kindly not devour an entire city's worth of people. Its hatred for Gilgamesh is a real and tangible thing. Honestly, Morgan is pretty okay with that. He'd be okay with just letting it eat that ridiculously arrogant golden guy. But it's going past that, now.

Now is when all stops get pulled right the fuck out.

Enkidu tears away, going to aid his Bestest Buddy In The Whole Wide World. Morgan goes in a different direction. He surges upward, into the sky, behind the clouds. Higher, higher, higher, until he feels the frost of the upper atmosphere. He sweeps up toward the moon, pausing to hover in front of that great, silvery disk.

"Well, honestly I'm surprised I waited this long," Morgan grouses, the shadows that comprise his form expanding again to swallow the light of the moon. They race outwards, linking him to the very image of the night's sky. It's a happy little miracle that this rampant growth over the firmament just narrowly avoids obstructing Lezard's spell, but it's clear that he has something very similar in mind.

That network of shadows pulses, shocks of jet-black energies racing up thick arteries toward the figure hanging at its center. Morgan holds a hand out, tendrils of darkness twisting from his palm and fingertips around a single point in space-- filling it, compressing into it, forming an impossible singularity of something antithetical to light and warmth. "O' weary traveler, Morgan intones as the moon behind him seems to lose its silvery light. Rest your head beneath the shelter my wings. Let ye be at peace, now and forever."

The mote flickers, twinkles, and... Morgan lets it fall, unceremoniously. It drops like a little raindrop of liquid shadow, tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down...

And then it bursts. Like a fuel-air bomb exploding, except the opposite of that. Where there would be fire, there is only the chill, tranquility of night. Where the darkness spreads, it renders all things quiet, peaceful, serene, empty.
Arthur Lowell     Arthur's battered badly by the rush of crystals, twisting and moving with their flow like a proper expert SHMUP player and yet still suffering the pain of several harsh impacts. He's battered and slammed and brutalized, and groans painfully. "Son of a bitch. Do you NOT DIE! Jesus fucking Christ--" Arthur recognizes a strong revitalization. He swirls out of the way of the next arc and into a zone that seems more safe, where he won't be bloodied and bruised further by more strikes, and then he snaps one finger dramatically. "Alright, motherfucker, if you've got some kind of revitalization bullshit, we gotta get you right the hell outta here."

    His built-up ritual is starting to surge into an attempt to properly manifest. But he recognizes something awful. Something /awful/. Gil's just fallen into the maw. And, honestly, normally Gil wouldn't really be qualifying in a meaningful sense for Arthur to try to /save/ him, but something has surged rather significantly through Arthur's mind. First is, Gilgamesh probably doesn't need Arthur to save him -- or at least, if he needed Arthur, it would only be for the last ten percent of saving. The second is, if he /does/ manage to shove this Mercury-beast back into a hole, he's likely to shove Gil with him, and Gil will probably hate him for it. But most relevantly, he really can't stomach the risk that Gil, who just set an awakening Mercurian beast into his own armory, might be disabled enough to let it cause some problems in a heavenly vault that Arthur well recognizes the risks of.

    So Arthur, of all people, dives in and rushes towards the maw, trying to slam his feet into the teeth of the beast and hold himself there. That's when he lets loose with gravity, rocketry, and his Gate, trying as hard as he can to summon a massive Gate right on the creature. Shockwaves, meteor swarms, explosions, electricity, black holes, spear-rains, and crucially even the mobility-manipulation of those chains, Arthur hopes to use all of their brute force, stunning, heavy impact, and overall /shoving/ to send the thing into his Gate -- and hope it's too limited in its motion to crawl its way back out. He lends his own broom and gravity to it, roaring and screaming as he does.

    Of course, not without also surging a single tunnel of gravity into the maw of the creature. He's trying to pull Gil and Enkidu out -- he expects they don't need it, but that they sure won't reject the help. Okay, Gil he's trying to help because of pragmatism, but Enkidu at least seems nice enough on their own, so he knows if he dies in this particular moment, he's likely as anything to just fucking eat shit and permanently die, and he'd really rather not. Here's hoping they haven't been digested beyond Mercy's ability, since she seems like she'd rather be the one helping them. "RrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" He roars with the effort of all three endeavors at once, bleeding as his ASPECT drains and he draws even from his HEALTH VIAL, and does his best to shove off from the maw with as brutal a blast of gravity as he can, and launch away, hopefully letting the beast be sent back. Hopefully with the thing about to be cast into Mercury, because he can't deal with more of its revitalization. And hopefully, in that case, with Gil and Enkidu not about to suffer the same effect.
Ryouma Sakamoto     Gilgamesh and Enkidu are consumed.

    Inside ORT, terrible crystal flames seek to reduce them into... not food. Knowledge. They can feel their beings pulled apart, as the Type tries to acquire "human knowledge" through them.

    Outside, Archer throws the Gae Bolg, which pelts hard into ORT. For the first time it staggers, knocked down briefly as the spear takes its toll on the being. In that state, it is trivial for Nova to line a perfect shot, crashing through the being's jaw for seemingly massive damage. Edison's Noble Phantasm seems to inflict quite the damage as well - this being is old, and powerful, and thus is somewhat vulnerable to his Mystery-slaying trump card. Lezard calls down a calamity, meteors crashing into the Type and smashing it down through several feet of its own hardened ground. Yomi then aims for the mouth - which is a battered, soft spot thanks to Nova. Her shockwave blasts ORT, which... actually makes a shrieking sound for once, as it starts suffering from the damage.

    And then, there's Gilgamesh and Enkidu. They erupt out of Type Mercury with glorious golden light, chains keeping it bound and its softer insides wracked by the mssive firepower at their fingertips. Bound as it is, it can do nothing when Doctor Strange unleashes electrical death upon it, shocking it through its armor. And a black hole from Maya inflicts crushing damage of its own, finally shattering its carapace to expose soft... uh... crystal flesh? It's more carapace!

    Mercy tases the inside of its mouth, then. That's VERY RUDE. God damn. It's starting to fight back against Enkidu's chains, though. Darkness then engulfs it, courtesy of Morgan. A big, great explosion, yet quiet and serene. Finally, Arthur... oh Arthur, how brutal.

    Gravity makes a MESS of ORT's insides. Like swallowing a blender. But as for his portal? No. No, the being absolutely REFUSES to leave. It prompts a counterattack almost immediatly, as it finally figures out that its situation is Dire, and it must stop these people from sending it back home.
Ryouma Sakamoto     The air shifts. There is a great cyclone, gushing out of Type Mercury. The flames on its body grow immense, its aura - its glow, that is, not the terraforming - becomes an all-eating sphere of death as it expands. And expands. And expands.

    Those caught within suffer the full brunt of Mercury's harsh climate - the proximity to the sun and the frozen half behind it, an incredible extreme that rocks people with temperatures rapidly alternating between -200 and 800 degrees. If it were just that, it might not be so bad.

    There are crystals in the storm, blades travelling at ridiculous speeds. The ground rebels, crystaline webs trying to wrap and pierce all standing on it. There is only one person spared from the brutal display: Enkidu.

    Type Mercury, battered, angles down to glare at him in the eyes. It's still bound by Enkidu's chains. It... speaks, in the sense that the sounds it makes are... words. Mostly.

    "G A I A. D E A D. V E N G E A N C E."

    Its speaking is slow, deliberate, like it's struggling to put them together from the limited amount of knowledge it was able to eat out of Enkidu and Gilgamesh during their brief stay inside.
Enkidu Enkidu does not appreciate being torn to bits for his knowledge. He earned that, through blood, sweat, and... actually it was mostly sweat. Lots of sweat.

(ahem.)

But he's a DIvine Construct -- a thing that cannot be so easily consumed. He holds it fast, unable to stop it from unleashing its power before he fully enwraps it. The electrocution being channeled through him is uncomfortable, but not so much that he objects; he's a weapon, so it makes sense that he would be used to inflict harm on something, even if he's doing something that isn't necessarily harmful.

Enkidu manifests a body again. His feet are affixed by their soles to the chain. He's standing at a weird angle, looking at its 'face.' It has a mouth, so he assumes that's where he should look at it. He stares at it for a moment as it speaks, surprised he can actually understand it. He comes to a natural conclusion as to why a second later.

"Gaia's destruction was only momentary," Enkidu calls up to it. "I repaired her. I am Enkidu. I'm a lump of clay." He cups his hand. "Here!" Enkidu makes a motion like a softball toss towards its mouth.

His arm pops off at the elbow and gets lobbed up towards it. He repeats it with the other one, regrowing the first, and then just... keeps throwing arms up into its maw.

Maybe this is how things that aren't human-shaped gain wisdom. He should observe it carefully in case he needs to try the other method.
Thomas Alva Edison     Edison is caught in that very center of Venus...it might as well be hell for him. The Crystals dig into his flesh, the cold and heat assault him relentlessly. Still at the foot of this monster, he pushes...he resists the terrible wind that is the very heart of Venus that this creature brings to them. Impaled with crystals, bleeding from various parts of his body, the lion tears the top part of his leotard off, revealing...well, a barrel chest of a lion-man. Still bleeding, Edison marches towards the creature, laser weapon still somehow imbeded into his chest as it moves closer. Fists sparking with electric energy, as he simply moves to PUNCH it across the bottom of it's feet(?).

    It doesn't stop there, flying up towards it's face it aims to uppercut the beast, before flexing both Arms back...and pushing his chest forward, aiming to fire a massive beam of RED, WHITE, and BLUE energy, aiming to burry it's face in the massive beam of AMERICA.

    That was it...that was all Edison had left to give. Panting as the beam fades, his reserves sorely pushed from that last exhaustive effort.
Archer EMIYA      Archer doesn't even get to finish landing safely after throwing the spear before his body is ravaged by the CRYSTAL STORM, buffeting him and utterly shredding him in an instant.

     Between that and ORT's full pressure, Archer can't keep his Reality Marble up anymore. The smog in the sky part, the floating gears shatter, and the mountains worth of scattered swords across the land disappear as the World returns to normal. Or rather returns to being Venus.

     Archer lays on the ground, still conscious, but currently too tired to do anything. He's just gonna bide his time for now...Yeah... That's what he'll tell himself. All and all, he lasted longer than he thought he would.
Ryouma Sakamoto     Type Mercury consumes chunks of Enkidu.

    Its grasp on language only improves marginally, because it's, ultimately, an alien trying to understand a species its existence is nothing like.

    "G A I A. R E P A I R E D?"

    The massive spider seems to be looking around. The rumbles, glaring back at Enkidu. "G A I A. D E F E N S E L E S S."

    Its timing could not possibly be worse.

    Edison just WAILS on it. Punches it in the face. Teaches it a lesson in pain, as only a man who is both a president and a lion possibly could.

    Type Mercury rises, angling its body down to shift, from Enkidu, to Edison. Its voice is inhuman and incomprehensible, but still manages to make words.

    "G A I A. D E F E N D E D. D O. N O T. F A I L."

    It turns, back towards the sea.

    "S L E E P. U N T I L. P R O M I S E D. T I M E."

    The lumbering spider heads back into the water. It's retracing its steps. Presumably, it's headed back to that cozy cave of its.
Morgan Berselius And this is why fighting avatars of alien gods from beyond the pale of human understanding just plain /sucks./ Morgan falls out of the sky, his body perforated by hundreds of crystalline shards and fried and frozen in all different kinds of ways. Honestly, he should be dead right now. If he were /anyone else/ he probably would be.

But Bendigeid still has need of his dear knight.

And so Morgan instead just sort of slams into the ground like a particularly gooey meteor, sessile and half-conscious as his body begins slowly knitting itself back together. But, above the pain, he hears...

That alien monster... speak.

Hm.

Interesting.

...

......

Hey. It'd be really nice... To get a medic right around now.
Maya Maya does some serious and I mean serious damage to the Type and what's her reward for blasting through its outer hide? Some sort or Crystal Flesh? Crystalline organs? Something that would be far easier to rip apart? No it's got another layer of Carapace it's likely carapace all the way down, they will have to keep going through it, Gil and Endiku are able to escape the alien horror... Then comes something she does not expect what came next it speaks about Gaia? Vengeance?

It makes no sense the Planet Earth of which Maya knows Gaia is another namer for is clearly not a dead ball of rock so she has no idea. She also has no more time to think Maya only has time to reflexively cast a barrier spell and that's all that saves her from death.

It's now as hot or hotter than the magma fields the dread three-headed serpent known as Ouroboros uses as it's home, there' horrible crystal things in the wind, in this version of Mercy is like the deepest darkest pits of Jinac the hell where those who are sent to suffer for their sins in life are sent.

Maya survives it but she's on the ground impaled with strange crystals bleeding and burnt, she's not moving.

This also means Maya is unable to provide any healing to the other wounded. In the depths of her mind, another thought starts to germinate.
Mercy      Enkidu and Edison work and finally get Type-Mercury to realize that Gaia is safe - alive, protected. Watching it scuttle into the water again, Mercy looks down, makes sure she isn't about to stab it into a crystal, and plants her staff down into the ground. The golden light it had, bearing her guidance and and support to Enkidu, pulses around her, and everyone else around her. After a few seconds, she pulls the staff up, and starts walking.

     As she walks, the nanotech energy contained within the staff surges out - easing small bruises and cuts in a matter of seconds, and working on more after seconds. She eases through the crystals on the ground through use of her wings to keep herself from touching them. "Come, my friends - the thing has gone, and we can rise, and drink, and celebrate."

     Yes, even Archer gets heals, sorry. Her gaze falls on Enkidu, though, and waits to see if Gilgamesh pops up.
Nova Terra     Aboard the Griffin, Reigel monitors the battle playing out below. He's still trying to gather more information on the monstrous creature when the ship's systems start flashing an alert. Frowning, he presses a button, "Nova, sensors are reporting massive shifts in temperature. You'll need to prepare."

    On the ground below, Nova is still watching with some satisfaction as they manage to deal some noticeable damage to the monster. But then her advisor interupts with the bad news. Whatever's coming, it's going to hit hard. Nova orders to her forces, "Seal up!" Those Marines still alive press the sides of their helmets, their faceplates sliding down. Nova herself briefly removes her visor, reaching beneath the collar of her suit to pull a thin mask over her whole head, before attaching her visor once more.

    The cyclonic wave hits, washing over the Terran forces quickly. However, they weather the rapid temperatures well, their equipment designed to handle hostile planets. And were it just that, they would have been fine.

    Unfortunately there was more to the effect. The bunkers are pounded with crystalline blades, some manging to fly through the firing slots and slice through Marine armour. Others find the ground literally attacking them, trying to firing their gauss rifles at the webbing but ultimately failing to have any real effect as the thin strands pierce through vulnerable places in their armour. The remaining Siege Tank is engulfed by the webbing, the crystal growing over the vehicle and tieing it down, starting to creep into its openings from other damage. The crew hatch manages top pop open and the tank operators desperate try to climb out and escape the crystal.

    Nova herself is trying to outrun the crystaline webbing, but it's fast! Finally Nova is just a moment too slow and the web grabs her foot, causing her to trip and fall face first into the ground. Quickly trying to struggle away, Nova looks back to see the webbing moving up her leg. She can't pull free!

    The webbing slows, then stops entirely.

    Nova remains still for several long moments, waiting to see if it'll start again. Then a transmission crackles into her radio, something about the monster retreating. Nova collapses in relief.

    After about a minute of recovering, Nova manages out, "Status?" There are several groans and brief words of acknowledgement from a number of her forces, to which she responds, "Good enough..."
Yomi Isayama Close as Yomi is, there's no time to find shelter from that cyclone. She does have portable shelter, of a sorts, at least, as Ranguren bucks her off his back and curls protectively around her. "Ranguren, wait!" The guardian beast twitches a few times as flying crystals pierce his body, frost forms and evaporates, fur is singed and then frozen... but even a legendary guardian spirit can hold out for only so long. His form becomes thinner, then translucent... and finally shimmers away into nothing.

Yomi at least has some time to brace herself before he fully fades out, however, so at least she's prepared for the onslaught. As she rises against the battering winds of heat and cold, she tries to inch toward a safer place to stand... when a large piece of crystal webbing and debris slams her at high speeds, sending her flying into the wall of a nearby building. The exorcist slumps down, not strong enough to stand up again even after the storm dies down. At least she's still breathing when Mercy comes to do her... Mercy thing, and she gives the good doctor a weak smile.