Attack on Station Square

So many attempts. All such miserable failures. The city of Station Square still stood strong, and there was still a large amount of inhabitants within to much surprise. A sole building was completely collapsed, and many others were weak due to heavy damage from explosions and vandalism. The city, so irritating. Slowly killing itself anyway, it was. The people with the sparkly fairy powers made sure of that. Driving people away. Population sinking, spewing out somewhere else like blood from a living Mobian. Attempts to take over and prevent this? Failures. Defense was strong. Those people with powers, oh how they were irritating.

Standing on top of a large skyscraper, staring down coldly at the city below, beaming red eyes penetrating souls. The metallic red menace perfectly balanced on the edge, pondering. Memories of Tumlut's words flaring to the mind, insults they were. He could take over the city at any time he wanted, and everyone feared him. He knew it. Or... it.

To say the least his actions and appearance reflected that of a male.

A tap of a pad, and the robot checked system functions. ...99% functional. He had recently installed some... upgrades to himself. His thirst for power and dominance slowly became stronger and stronger every second, eyes fixed on that one park.

...He was ready to strike.

Ready to strike on a decaying city, where death and destruction rule with a firm, iron fist? Was that really such a wise move, little pawn? Ah, but it had no complains, mind you. The puppeteer controlling these puppets was hardly one to mind one going about its duty - creating chaos.

But this little pawn clad in metal was certainly an interesting one in terms of that, wanting to control this city for its own. Did it not realise it was a pointless attempt? Forcing control with such brutality was... predictable. Delicious, but certainly the wrong way to go about it. Ah, but it would never help. Why would it? This metal being was a buffet, and each time it arrives on its city it could sense the chaotic aura around it from the furthest distance. Please don't leave little robot, you are indeed such a pleasure to be around.

The multicoloured villain stood quite far off from Madness, it's body hidden with the beauty of magical magic powers. Powers, may it remind you all, that were growing the more chaos was being created. Such a slow process, regaining enough chaotic energy to ascend to godhood. It would be worth it in the end, yes, but for now it felt mortal in comparison to what it could be. Tumult gave a wide grin and inhaled the air. Yes. Soon, and patience was a virtue for some after all. This chaotic incarnate had waited several months - it could handle a few more. And this robot would certainly speed up its process.

Go on.

It dared you, robot.

Prove. Them. Wrong.

Spark looked better than before. His collar was back but his lightning was still a dark pure gold.. He made Arcs between his hands manipulating it to his every whim. He showed no emotion on that famous face only his eyes lighting up when he shoots a current from one hand to another.

He growled suddenly as a Small Spine in his back was starting to grow back. A particular Robot did that to him and he'll never forget it. If he sees him again oh ho ho hoooo... Someone was going to get their robot ass turned inside out and sent to Hell and back...

The demonic vixen growls lightly from her place on a lower building, only a block away from her rival. She had won many times, but at the moment, her losses are starting to catch up...

"Hmph..."Her bright gleaming electric eyes watch the metallic figure with interest. He may have gotten some upgrades, but so has she.

Lena, who was on top of a building, smirked as she allowed her dark form to take over her. No, she wasn't angry or anything, but she wanted her revenge on the one that she used to love.

A growl emerged from her throat, and she set off into the shadows. Time to get to work...

Az wasn't Far From the Metalic Creature. he smirked Chuckling. he had to deal with a hudred Demons just to get thiss far he wasn't going to stop now. a Wind Caught his seven tails as they waved. the sun Glinted of his blood stained Katana. he look up at the sky before Jumping forward to the next Building and the next.

Keeping it's eyes fixed on the park, it could just feel the tormenting Tumlut all around him. He was not going to be made a fool of. Ever. He might come and fight, and lose, but he sure won't give up. He'll keep coming back stronger and stronger until Station Square is fully under his control. The city quite frankly needed a new ruler anyway. ...Oh yeah, that's right. They don't have one anyway. Wonder why. "..."

Looking at one of his ridiculously sharp, lethal claws, he clenched it into a strong fist...

Just a little longer. That was all it was going to take. Catch them all off guard, and lay waste to every last one of those that refuse to acknowledge him as superior. Ha. That was indeed the plan. He brought along the usual. Himself. That was all he needed. However he had some major upgrades since the last time. He was not going to be defeated, not this time.

...100% functional. The message displayed to him in his visor. That meant nothing but one single key thing that would soon determine the fate of Station Square.

Surprisingly silent, his jet boosters on his metallic feet threw up flames, gently increasing his altitude, positioning him high in the sky. Morphing into a rocket launcher, his right arm shifted shape really fast. Time for the signal at last. Time for the time to prove Tumlut wrong.

It was time.

He fired a highly advanced missile towards the park's center statue.

A pitch black kitsune floats above the city,calmly watching as the robot blows up stuff. In the past he would have jumped in. Nowaday he merely observes,staying out of the robot's way for now

Dark Abyss!" Suddenly a vortex opened pulling in the missles. Only to reverse them onto the robot azrael was standing behind the vortex

Okay. The robot wasn't expecting a reversal so suddenly. Two of the missiles came back towards him, however, one avoided the vortex and crashed into the statue, blowing it to pieces, fire lighting the trees brightly. Madness quickly made the missiles self destruct whilst they were just outside of the vortex, so the explosion would reach Azrael. He turned his free arm into a flame thrower, before flying to the ground below, and lighting everything in sight on fire.

Lena, hearing everything that happened, growled and rushed to the scene that occurred from far off. Had an attack been made? Only one way to find out...

Ear Flick. People Screaming. Nature's a dying Who you gonna callin?
Spark then slowly turned his head to Madness. "Someone is gonna going to take a visit to the scrap yard." with that said he gathers energy for an attack.

Az was hit by the explosion But Vanished From the flames. 'you'll have to do better than that!'