Deatheater was wounded from the battle with Cell-3, but he was far from dead. The robot in front of him had blades emerging out of both his hands, holding a predatory stance as he charged one of his blades with green electricity... “I feel like we’ve done this twice before...” Says Cell-3, taunting Deatheater. The reaper growled as he clashed blades with the robot. Cell-3 parried him and bursted towards him, punching him. Deatheater was sent flying into a rock, collapsing as the impact sent pain flooding all over his back. Cell-3 walked over to the Reaper, grabbed him by the throat, and threw him up in the air. As the Reaper flew up, Cell-3 flew with him, his thrusters filled with green energy. As the Reaper began to stop at a tremendous height, Cell-3 spins once in the air and jabs a blade into Deatheater’s chest. The Reaper grunted as he was held in the air for a few seconds. Steam was released out of Cell-3’s blade as it was shot out of his arm, sending the Reaper flying to the ground like a bullet, with the blade still in his chest. He crashed into the ground, panting. Cell-3 descended to the ground, spinning a pistol in his other hand. He slowly loaded one bullet into the gun, and he aimed the barrel at the Reaper... “Look Deatheater... I’m Sorry...” says Cell-3 as he pulls the trigger. Instead, sparks erupted in front of Cell-3 and the robot felt pain in its chest. Deatheater held his scythe in front of him. He was able to deflect the bullet. The reaper followed up with a swipe of his scythe, and then another as a beam of moonlight crashed into the robot. Cell-3 was thrown to the ground, on his knees. Deatheater walked in front of the robot, holding the scythe at his neck. He drew the scythe back, and Cell-3’s lights slowly shut down as the Reaper prepared to end it. The Reaper could feel a burning along its back. It turned around to see Foofer, aiming a beam of cursed fire at Deatheater. The Reaper shook off the green flames as he threw his scythe at the Dragon Bender. It pierced his chest as it flew into Foofer, and a beam of Moonlight burned his leg as he fell to the ground. Foofer cries in pain as Deatheater lets out a grim laugh. Foofer’s hand startes to fill with a blue wispy substance as Deatheater’s scythe flies back towards him. The dragonbender was on the ground, closing his eyes and concentrating. The Reaper caught his scythe as it flew towards him like a boomerang and looked at Cell-3 once again. Foofer winced as blood poured out of his chest, but he kept his gaze on Deatheater as he thrust his hands towards him, now completely filled with blue energy. Deatheater drops his scythe, gripping his forehead as he winces in pain... “This should get that nasty ass dragon out of his head...” says Foofer through short breaths. Deatheater falls unconscious, in front of the robot, leaving Cell-3 confused. The robot slowly got up only to see Foofer on the ground far ahead of him, on the verge of death. Cell-3 runs up to the Dragon Bender and kneels next to him... “Foofer! You’re hurt!” Says the robot as he puts his hand on Foofer’s chest. “Yep. And so is our medic. There’s no hope for me now. I’ve repelled Alphos from Deatheater’s mind... for now. My time is done... I wish... I wish you good luck-“ Foofer gasps heavily as blood leaves his body, forming a puddle around him. He took one last breath before giving into death. Cell-3 grasps Foofer’s shoulders, shaking his now lifeless body. After a few seconds, the robot gets up, shrouded in disbelief, and he looks at Foofer for a few seconds, before turning to deatheater, who lies unconscious behind him... “Foofer’s done me a great favor...” Cell looks to his right to see Artemis, looking down at Foofer... “I won’t forget him...” She adds as she walks away, towards Alphos and the rest of the team... Hammerfist phases next to Cell-3, his body covered in bruises and wounds... “Hell of a fight over there. Alphos is tough, and we’ve barely done any damage. We wounded it’s chest though, however it wounded many more of us...” Says the Phasewalker in a fierce tone as he wipes a drop of blood off of his face... “Maybe Zen can help us. He seems to have the power to control dragons, similar to Foofer. Which reminds me... where is Foofer?” He adds as he looks at Cell with curiosity. Cell-3 points at a lifeless body, shrouded in blood. Hammerfist looks at Foofer with horror... “Aw... shit... it can’t be....” says the Phasewalker with a look of horror painted on his face. Cell-3 slowly nods, and he walks towards Diana’s golden bubble, where the medic lay unconscious, her chest singed from SpaceKitty’s lightning. ImmaDrizzit stood over her, helping her up, and SpaceKitty was huddled up in a corner, her eyes filled with fear. Hammerfist picked up Foofer’s body and dragged it towards the bubble, setting the Dragon Bender down near ImmaDrizzit... “Alphos doesn’t seem to be retreating...” says ImmaDrizzit as he looks at Cell-3. The paladin clenched his chest, trying to stop blood from a recent wound. “Well then...” says Cell in a sudden change of tone, a very merciless and robotic tone... “Initiating termination protocol. Stand back. Safety measures offline. This’ll get messy.”