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[Sariel of Tevet]

"Hey... Hey! Waken up, girl."
Scarlet opened her eyes slowly. The hell? Where was she? And what did this old guy want?

"I found ya in my cart, figured you just needed a ride. No harm in that. But... Eh. We're here."
"Where is here?" Scarlet asked. She should've guessed that sleeping in the man's cart was a lousy idea. But it had a tarp over it, so she hadn't expected he'd be moving it so soon.

"Stormfront."
"Stormfront," Scarlet repeated, mechanically allowing the man to help her out of the cart.
"Aye. Bit of a scary place, what with all the street brawls and what have you. See you around, kid!"
"No, wait-" Scarlet yelped as the man turned his rig around and sped off in the opposite direction, "Aaand there he goes. Stormfront. Great. Sounds like a perfect place for an astraphobe." As though in agreement, the skies above flashed, followed by an ominous boom that had Scarlet grinding her teeth in aggravation.

"Screw you, fate. You, and the horse you rode in on." Still muttering, she wandered into the city proper.
"They went that way!"
"No, there were some that went this way, I thought!"
"Blast! She has accomplices!"

Scarlet raised a brow as the city guard scrambled about, apparently looking for someone. Or several someones. Not that she cared; she didn't. She continued walking aimlessly through the city, trying her best to slip through the throngs of people...
Ugh, I hate people... She thought bitterly. Another clap of thunder scared her nearly out of her skin. She needed shelter. Preferably soundproof, and with no windows, but she wasn't really that picky now.

She shifted into her viper form and slithered easily through the crowd. This way was faster... but the ground was so bloody cold! If a viper could frown, she would be. Scarlet hated the cold.

What the bloody hell happened here? She pondered as her snake eyes stared at a pile of people. One was apparently missing a foot, some guy with a bow, a bald man-- a monk, perhaps, and another man who looked far too pleased with himself. Scarlet continued staring.

The hell is with this place? She wondered after a few more moments. The snake sighed, and she slithered on, particularly close to the group. She wondered if any of them were afraid of serpents. That would be amusing. Another roll of thunder, and the snake hissed angrily, speeding up in her quest to find shelter from the noise. And cold. And people.

I hate this place.

[Sariel of Tevet]

When he finally leapt down from the tops of the building once more, Reaper looked up and down the streets for a moment. Though he saw the guards still running about, they took little notice of him and he was contented for the time being. Though looking one way along the street, he couldn't help but notice a serpent sliding its way along the streets. He only shook his head though, "Certainly an interesting city." He muttered, but with that made his way further down the street for the time being, and finding his way one of the cloest, which also happend to be the finest, Inn in the city. He couldn't risk getting caught up in the chaos around here, having taken enough risk already so decided it would simply be best to wait it out and move on once the guard had calmed down.

Walking in, he looked around. There were few people in the place, most sitting around the warm fires or at the bar drinking and complaining about the newly outlawed street fights. Making his way over to the Inn keeper, he slapped a few coins onto the counter and nodded. "Room for the night," The inn keeper cast him an odd look due to his hood, but had seen enough strangers come in to know better then to question the matter. He nodded as he took the coins, and handed Reaper a key.

"How bout a drink, or perhaps something to take your mind from the day?" he offered.

After a moment, he nodded and tossed down another coin. "Bottle of wine, best you have." the Inn Keeper looked at the coin, before nodding and handing him a bottle and a glass. Though before he could pour any, Reaper simply took both, and made his way to the corner of the inn to sit by himself and sigh. How long would he run for, he couldn't help but wonder. How long, until the roads and seas lost their luster. Unconsciously, he reached up to let his finger run along the rim of his hood. How long had it been since anyone had seen something besides his eyes?

After a moment, he simply found himself pouring a glass, swallowing it down, and letting out a rather hopeless laugh. "Perhaps I should return and gut the man after all." He said already pouring himself another glass.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Ephantus briefly entertained the idea that he had stumbled upon a band of crazed psychopaths in his little walkabout. Because they certainly seemed to have no problem with slaughtering the local law enforcement without any provocation.

As it was EPhantus had managed to avoid the fate of the other guards by sheer luck, a misplaced shot by the ranger.

He was also now one of the only "guards" left standing.

Ephantus briefly considered jumping into another body...or just leaving this madhouse altogether. But now he was curious. There was something familiar about that bandaged figure that the guards were pursuing. And he would rather be controlling a body that was armed and had training, since apparently the local rangers enjoyed murdering people.

He decided to be direct about this. Another guard was rushing down the street towards the bandaged person. As he passed Ephantus lashed out with his weapon caught the man in the side of the head, dropping him unconscious.

"Pardon me." he said as he approached the target of the guards ire. "You look terribly familair what is your name?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Alias
His reptilian eyes dilated again as he saw the change in appearance from flying creature to a human with horns and scales. He was much taller then what was obviously a her, himself standing at around 6"8... "Small human? Feathery scale fiend? both is sss... seudo dragon- pseudo dragon? named Sylvia?" He shook his head slightly, too many words and questions. Though all the same the creatures transformation intrigued him, he did not know of anything else besides himself and this dragon, mainly because she seemed to have scales like him in a sense. Even if they were a different type of scales.

She asked the question about what he was, Alias could understand from the ways she said words that it was in retaliation to his own question.

"I don't know. I am... I am Alias" His rage left him, and he turned to walk down a path instead of talk anymore. Though he stopped slightly, lost for a moment.
"Land of storms..." his head turned to the left, where on the close horizon he could see the way to a different land. "Must go through land of blades... for land of storms." He grumbled to himself "Don't like land of blades..." he murmured before walking away from the one known as Sylvia and on his way through the land of blades.

The Water Elemental

Revolution echoed in her senses as events quickly transpired. Especially when the guard killed his own comrade, something felt extremely wrong about him, and her very form flinched. She could not help but quickly retreat from near the group and to move around the corner. Where she assumed her usual form, crouching down just by the corner so as to stay hidden from the very essence of that man. Maybe he was just very dark... and that was what set her off, or the fact he killed his own. She would never do that, it was against her nature.

She shifted her visage around, feeling the eyes of something, though she did not know what. An uneasy feeling that could chill her bones if she had any. All the water elemental could hope was that she was transparent enough against the wall that nothing could see her.

Maybe it is about time I should leave. Her mind thought even as something kept her rooted to the spot. It did not take long for her to realize she wanted to know more about them, so she kept listening to the group of beings around the corner. Defeated by her own curiosity about each and every one of them.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The jingling of coins echoed through the bank vault as The Nightman began to pour out giant cartoon money bags into the palm of his hand and sending it through his own infinity portal, sending it back to his hideout at the abandoned Proje.......I'm sorry. Yes. Yes dark prince. I understand. My apologies. It occurs to me now, through the righteous and superior thinking of my lord that it would not be wise for me to divulge such sensitive information. Sir, please. Divulge only sort of sounds like bulge. Please stop giggling and return to stealing things to fund our.....your......nothing.....

Ahem. The Nightman hissed quite audibly, as he is want to do when agitated, at the realization that it would be quite easier to just teleport the whimsical sacks of money in one piece so that he does not have to sort them later. Hey! Wait...watch...watch where you are throwing those gold bricks! What do you mean you threw them on purpose?! No I was not making fun of you!

A final gold brick whizzed next to the narrator's frame and smashed into a large golden brick shaped button with a sign below it reading:

PRESS HERE WITH A GOLD BRICK TO CALL SECURITY

The Nightman hissed quite foully.

"Look what you have done peasant. Quickly. Back to the hideout."

Alarms rang loud enough to alert half the town, and subsequent halves of other towns, who really do hate that bank siren in particular. The Nightman clapped his hands and hissed, creating a person sized portal that he flying karate kicked his way through to escape with his spoils.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Haley rolled her eyes and stood up, drawing her cloak around her. Then she regarded the Dayman and the strangely friendly guard.

"You know - I think I've had just about enough people today."

"We've really only met two," Dorian corrected.

"Well. That's more than enough. I'm leaving. Guards or no guards."

Alarms and claxons started blaring from the bank. "Attention! Attention! Bank security has been breeched!"

Haley groaned for a long moment while the alarms intensified. "Alert! Alert! Imperial Bank security system now active! Please remain where you are."

Haley shook her fist at the building. "You can take your warning and shove -"

Before she could finish her threat, the ground began to shake. Haley nearly lost her balance and stumbled backward. The quaking seemed to ripple outward from the bank, shaking the whole of Stormfront. More buildings shook. Windows shattered. Pools flipped. POOLS FLIPPED! Then it began to rise.

Yes. The bank began to rise from the ground. Amazingly, it also began to...transform. A series of complicated Rubik's cube esque motions, later, an eerily humanoid form began to emerge.

"Uh." Dorian tried to wipe something off of his side of the watchface. "What."

Nearly two minutes later, the bank had finished transforming. A tall robotic figure stood in it's place.

"EMBRACE CAPITALISM," it boomed in a metallic voice that was equal parts machine and awesome, "OR YOU WILL BE ERADICATED."

Depositron
HP: 2718/2718
MP: 0/0
Abilities: Capitalism

"Well shit."

Depositron lowered an arm, which Haley could now see was also a cannon. "CAPITALISM IS NON-NEGOTIABLE." Then it fired a series of heavy sacks of gold coins. Haley lept out of the way, but heard the loud chink of metal as the ground exploded.

Gold coins rained down on the city, shattering more windows and pelting pedestrians.

Depositron glanced around, identifying Ephantus, the Dayman, Scarlet, Mhenlo, Vidaar, Reaper, Desiderio, Alias, and Blake. "TARGETS IDENTIFIED: ENEMIES TO CAPITALISM." He then began firing more moneybags at said characters. "SOCIALISM IS A LIE."

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman, not at all pressed by the fat stacks of cash hurling towards his magnificent royal frame, began to monologue in an exquisite fashion. He poked out his glistening royal chest that pushed its way past his dimension shattering deep v neck top, filled his royal lungs with air (royal lungs, of course, filter out all the poor air molecules), and struck a pose directed at the embodiment of all that is capitalism and robotics.

"How dare you, filth, project pouches packed with pieces of preferred payment at my person! I coined the very term "royal" with my own codpiece! The deity of pomp needs no bailouts from some filthy money hub for commoners! Withdraw from this fight Depositron! Post haste. You, vagrant bot, need to check yourself before you begin to money order true royalty around! No safety deposit box can save you now! You cannot hope to vault your way past us! Nothing will be able to savings you now! You will be in debt to the superiority of me and my codpiece. Banks don't even have the credit to possess a codpiece! I may even be tempted to foreclose on this fight before it even begins! You will surely find yourself a-loan in this battle Depositron! Truly, you mechanical hobo, who would even bearer bond with you in order to want to come to your aid? Your balance disgusts me! Your bank statement will soon read: Overdrawn! I will...ack!"

After probably...far....far too long...the pouch packed with pieces of preferred payment collided with his person, specifically The Dayman's codpiece. The crash was illustrated with a most glorious clank as one coin purse smashed into another, and The Dayman collapsed to the ground holding perhaps the most important deposit of all, his family jewels.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Scarlet, still in her viper's form, hissed angrily as a few gold coins hit her on the head. She half shifted back into her human form, keeping the scales for protection.

"Can anybody in this damn city tell me what the-" She ducked under a bag of coins, which ended up hitting the overly wordy man who had been standing a bit behind her. She glanced at him and winced; that can't have felt too good.

Whoever said it would be nice to have it rain money needs to be shot. Or stabbed. Or both. Repeatedly.

She gazed up at the building-turned-machine-turned-angry-homicidal-robot-thing and frowned. Scarlet darted out of the way of another volley of money bags (and did that seriously just happen?!) and drew her dagger. She stared at it for a moment, before flicking her eyes back to the "opponent" and back to the dagger, "Yeah, no," she muttered, re-sheathing her weapon. Building vs. dagger sounded like a bad idea... Did it just get darker? Scarlet looked up just in time to see a larger coinpurse drop from the mech's other arm.

"Oh shi-"

The bag crashed into the ground with enough force to shatter a few more windows (the ones the free-flying coins had missed, anyway), apparently crushing Scarlet into the street beneath it.

Oh, don't make that face-- she was fine. A bit irritated, but unharmed. She emerged out of the shadow that was created by the bag and fixed the bank with an impassive glare, "I will ruin you."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Blake could not believe his eyes...

The bank began to transform... Unfolding like a package into a robotic beast of... murderous financial intent. Yeah... This was slightly comical... He subtly flipped out of the way of the bags of money"Here I am expecting missiles or something crazy... I'm getting money." He chuckled, wondering how he could stop this monstrosity of capitalism.

"Can't sit here and dodge all day..." Closing his eyes and holding his hands out, a large white glyph drawing itself around the man... Covering him in all places, a clear white shield blocking the barrage of coins. Problem solved...

For him at least... Turning to his left, Blake scratched his head in sheer confusion at the man...

"How dare you, filth, project pouches packed with pieces of preferred payment at my person! I coined the very term "royal" with my own codpiece! The deity of pomp needs no bailouts from some filthy money hub for commoners! Withdraw from this fight Depositron! Post haste. You, vagrant bot, need to check yourself before you begin to money order true royalty around! No safety deposit box can save you now! You cannot hope to vault your way past us! Nothing will be able to savings you now! You will be in debt to the superiority of me and my codpiece. Banks don't even have the credit to possess a codpiece! I may even be tempted to foreclose on this fight before it even begins! You will surely find yourself a-loan in this battle Depositron! Truly, you mechanical hobo, who would even bearer bond with you in order to want to come to your aid? Your balance disgusts me! Your bank statement will soon read: Overdrawn! I will...ack!"

The cocky... Yes. The cocky bastard made no attempt to get out of the way of the waves of gold coins being fired all throughout town. Walking over to the injured man, letting him in his barrier. "Hey... How are your jewels? Think they'll still work?" He asked him, a solemn stare on his face as he turned to face the guy.

[Sariel of Tevet]

When the bank transformed into a coin hurling robot, Desiderio's fin shot up, and he could taste the bitter taste of venom in his mouth. He turned his head to see more clearly what was happening as coins rained down on everything and everyone within range. He could see some of the citizens running for cover while others knelt to the ground and attempted to pick up the money. Desiderio backed up until he felt the wall of a building behind him and an overhang keeping him safe from the metal rain. "What can I do against this?" He thought about what he had; venom was of no use unless you were closer to the target and even then, it probably wasn't strong enough to do much if any damage to this thing. That left his spear, but even if he could get a good shot, could one spear do anything other then anger a robotic bank? The gill-man decided to pull out the spear he had strapped to his back and use it if the time arose.

Just as he drew the long shaft from its holder, a heavy sack of coins sailed straight towards him. His reflexes proved useful as he lifted the spear length wise, deflecting the bag to the side where it crashed into the ground. A thin crack formed on the spear shaft and Desiderio made a mental note to get it fixed later. Taking a defensive stance, he kept his spear point up, and his eyes flashed between the Depositron and any other people who may serve as a problem.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Alias

Alias was not far into the newer territory as the bag of coins sailed through the air, hitting him square at the left side of his chest. It was all he could do to stagger and look down at the bag of shiny stuff before he turned his attention to the Pseudo dragon. If he could express confusion, the look on his face would be it right now as he turned to the direction it came from, then bolted off as fast as he could. Removing the sharp dagger and pointy stick.

A flying bag of golden objects and shiny jewels was enough to distract him and force his journy to take him onward to the city of StormFront.
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The Water Elemental

She was startled as the large monster rose to large heights, and in all this her mind was wondering how this creature had come to be. She had seen humans and other races traveling in and out of the structure all day. Only to have it rise as a monster ready to attack them with bags of coins and money.

Her surprise only increased as the gill man came around her corner, crouching down and not seeing her. She would have tapped him on the shoulder, ready to help if she could. Yet that was when he dodged another bag of currency. It sailing past him and ripping through her current form. She fell to the ground with a splash before reforming again, her faceless oceanic visage turning to him.

"Hello, if you are finished re directing the local income at me I insist that I help, whatever your title and or name may be." Her voice was very cool and smooth, seeming to echo in her watery shape.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Ephantus was both incredibly impressed and incredibly annoyed. Impressed, because he really wanted to know how that bank could transform into a robot so he could copy it, and he was annoyed because his guard-servitor's body had been crushed flat by one of the giant bags of coins and was twitching uselessly under the heavy load.

Two servitors in a manner of minutes!

He was beginning to get very angry.

"You mortal fools dare to anger Ephantus?" he growled through his servitor though since the man's body was crushed it came out as a more wheezing "fhjhje gjjeus?"

These pitiful creatures dared to mock him with their violence. No more hiding. The warform was needed!

The nanomachines injected into the guard's body released and began to create. Ephantus' consciousness was already present, all that was needed was material.

Soon he stood in his glorious battle form again. His canons glowed red-hot as the eldritch machine aimed at Depositron.

He fired and lances of red-hot energy struck at Depositron.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Sylvea didn't know what exactly was happening when she watched the creature turning away from her, then as a large bag came hurtling from the skies as though it had been bestowed upon them by a god. Her violet eyes then traced the trajectory to the near by town and her pointed ears twitched as she picked up the ruckus.

"That doesn't sound very goo..." she gave a pause as a shadow blotted the sun and giving a side step just as an explosion of coins burst through the air, a single coin bouncing off of her chest and landing at her feet. Any one who saw the act would of laughed, but Sylvea took this as a sign of war. Watching the lizard man run she reached her hand out, "Wait for me Alias!" Running for her was out of the question, the plants were too high and well, she was just too small, so in a shimmer of light she shifted and flew after the creature called Alias.

From her vantage she was able to see what all the noise was. What appeared to be a giant mechanical thing had risen from the ground and was depositing large sacks of money onto tiny moving things on the ground, which she identified as people. Staying above her moving "friend" Alias she called down as her tail gave a slight flick, her feathers buffeting some.

"There is a Giant thingy in that town...Are you sure you wish to go there?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman flexed his codpiece a bit (yes, royalty can do that) and stared up at the creator of the barrier that now engulfed his royal person. He jumped up, and instantly regretted that action, as his jewels were still quite sensitive. Careful to avoid eye contact with a lower class, he addressed commoner.

"Ah yes! Quite alright. They will work just fine. This codpiece you know", he paused to knock on his codpiece to show the sturdiness, but ended up AGAIN regretting his decision because his reproductive rangers were still ringing from that money shot, "Ahem. Regardless. Let us go forth and defeat mad monetary machine!"

And with that, The Dayman reached into his infinity belt, and pulled out a transformer as well. Matching the size (well...square footage) of Depositron, it took it's place on front of the bank-bot.

"Good day Treasury Prime. I would like you to cease printing money for a bit for the kingdom. Instead, overload this bank with greenback glory! For the only thing that can truly weaken capitalism...IS INFLATION!"

Treasury Prime knodded and pressed the power button on his chest. A large tray leapt forth and the sound of whirling printer gears filled the battleground. Millions of dollars began to shoot out every three and a half royal seconds and flood the streets of StormFront and it hit the battleground with such severity, that it simply piled up to the knees of the economy mechs.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Depositron recoiled from Ephantus' laser attack, staggering back and consequently smashing two Starbucks and a Denny's. Haley took the initiative and pursued the retreating robot, having switched out her ammunition for electro-bullets, and fired them off as fast as she could. Even with Treasury Prime's Inflation technique, Depositron seemed only mildly annoyed, rather than on a real retreat. As if to emphasize her thoughts, Depositron stopped backing up.

Dorian frowned. "It's no use. His HP is only depleting in increments of 4 or 5."

"What are you talking about?" Haley demanded, herself starting to retreat.

"Uh. Nothing. What." Quickly covering his ass, he shouted, "Hey, do you see that?"

"What?" But as soon as she asked, she saw it illuminated by the light of Ephantus' laser. A black circle with the letters PM contained within. The logo of Project: Midnight. "If that's...grr. This isn't going to go well." Finally, she had backed up to where Blake, Ephantus, and the Dayman (and Treasury Prime) were stationed.

"So, uh, crazy fight, huh?"

"STORMFRONT WILL NEVER FALL TO SOCIALIST INVASION!" Depositron had finally regained his footing (although not before trampling over the local Waffle House, much to the horror of every college student in the immediate area). He fired another volley of moneybags at his targets before his left cannon transformed back into a hand. With said hand, he reached around and retrieved a long metal rod from his bag, which he then firmly planted in the ground. A bright, gold flag unfurled and waved dramatically in the wind.

"SOCIALISM IS THE VERY DEFINITION OF FAILURE."

Haley squinted at the flag. "Wait...is that a gold - ?"

"WITH THIS GOLD STANDARD, I RESIST ARTIFICIAL INFLATION!"

"That was a lame pun," Dorian quipped.

"Maybe, but look." Just as well, Depsoitron no longer seemed to be affected by Treasury Prime's rapid money printing. A gold aura surrounded the machine.

"THE LAST DOMINO FALLS HERE!" His right hand transformed this time - into a mighty chain sword! "TAX CUTS FOR THE PEOPLE! MORE CASH IN THE MARKET!" Depositron's left hand seized the Gold Standard and brandished his Tax Cutter blade. "MY POWER GROWS!" The greatest robotic achievement in recent Capitalist history charged Treasury Prime, intent to drive his blade right through the heart of that counterfeiting operation.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Vidaar and Mhenlo had been dodging Depositron's giant sacks ever since its transformation, leaving them unable to react. When the bank-bot finally stopped making it rain, he brandished his blade of Tax Cuts and began running straight for Treasury Prime, and the ranger and monk got into position. Vidaar drew arrows to fire while he spoke elven words of power .

"Kemen bela!" he exclaimed. The earth rumbled, responding to his command and creating a giant fissure broke open in Depositron's path. With the spell finished, he let fly a rapid fire of three arrows per shot, pincushioning the massive money-storing machine with shafts of wood.

Mhenlo dropped into an offensive stance while whispering one-word prayers of Smiting, so much so that it almost sounded like a mantra. He then began an attack sequence that sent bursts of holy energy hurtling towards Depositron with each punch and kick. Normally, these blasts of holy power would deal little damage, but against an attacking foe, the damaged is more than tripled.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Scarlet frowned; nobody seemed to be making more than a few dents and scratches on this thing. Maybe there was a weak spot on it. Before she could even think about checking on that theory, that thing needed to be slowed down. If they could bring it to its knees somehow, that would give them a chance to attack while it was downed. The problem was that Scarlet had no experience tripping up giant bank robots, and it didn't look like anyone else in this mashed-up group did either (or they'd have done it already).

The arrows from the ranger were irritating it, and the monks blast of light energy were causing it to stagger a little. Well. That made her job a little easier. She jumped into her own shadow and emerged out of the monk's, appearing behind him so as not to get caught in one of his attacks. Light magic was something she had a natural aversion to. Scarlet walked around to get a better grip on Depositron's shadow, grabbing the darkness by the ankle. She tugged, but that wasn't going to be nearly enough. If she could just get it to lose its balance (haha, she thought), that should be enough to bring it down. But she'd never manipulated the shadow on anything this massive before, and even the two or three humans that she'd used this magic on had not been easy. Regardless, she dug her heels in, "Come on... Budge, shadows!"

Unfortunately, the sheer size of Depositron was the greatest issue for Scarlet right now. Though she had a firm grip on its shadow and was pulling with everything she had, she was actually being dragged along as it made its advance.
"Gimme a break..." Briefly, she let go of its shadow and took a few steps back. She raised her hands out to the sides, gathering the shadows of the buildings and debris around them (but careful to leave the shadows of her companions). She then pushed the shadows forward, wrapping the tendrils of darkness around the monstrous mech's leg. She only had enough for one; otherwise, she would have wrapped its legs together and down it would have went. She scowled, taking up the shadow of its leg again and pulling with one hand, and guiding the other shadows back with the other. If someone would give this leg a stout push from the other side, it would surely drop... But Scarlet was only one demon. The best she could do was slow it down.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"Ah yes! Quite alright. They will work just fine. This codpiece you know."

As Blake turned to face the cocky bastard, he watched him once again send his "reproductive rangers" ringing once again. Shaking his head and laughing for a moment, "Something tells this "Noble" is gonna make me one very happy camper." While he was thinking on it, he watched as the guy go to work with a large robot himself...

There was no time to think on a decisive action, but one spell came to Blake's mind as he turned to notice shadowy tendrils wrapping around the Depositron's leg, but not the other leg. This was perfect either way.

"Genethula niel bolgoram halua mathaRAAAA!" He screamed, from his body spawned a phantom cloaked with a white light. With one hand on the barrier, the other moved the phantom. The phantom quickly ran up to the Depositron's bound leg. Pushing with as much strength as it could, its claws sinking into the metal... Dying to slice the metal monstrosity apart when it was down.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"SOCIALIST VICTORY: IMPOSSIBLE!" Depositron declared, withstanding the blasts of holy energy from Mhenlo, thanks to the Gold Stnadard. But even as he did so, Scarlet's shadows and Blake's phantom seized both of his legs. He pitched forward, his Tax Cutter blade slicing narrowly missing the Dayman's codpiece, and careened down into the fissure Vidaar had opened up, dragging Scarlet's shadows and (presumably) Blake's phantom down with him.

"Gotcha, you bastard," Haley declared, having holstered her pistols and produced her sniper rifle from...somewhere. She dove for the edge of the fissure and swing the rifle barrel downward, following the gleam of Depsoitron. The firearm was linked to the same hammerspace arsenal as her pistols, although obvious to differen ammunition types. This time, she selected high velocity armor piercing rounds engraved with anti-monetary hexes.

Hey, Project: Midnight liked to be prepared.

She fired three shots before the recoil threatened to tear apart even her hyper-trained muscles, but not before her right ear rang like Sunday Mass. Haley grunted and swung her gun back onto land, but didn't rise.

"I think I got him," she wheezed to no one in particular.

"Nice shots," Dorian congratulated genuinely, as opposed to his usual sarcasm.

But now was not the time to rest on her laurels, for even as her hearing returned and her muscles stopped screaming, she thought she heard something in the distance...

"DEPOSITRON TRICKLE-DOWN ECONOMICS FLIGHT MODE: ENGAGE!"

A sound like a jet fighter taking off erupted from the fissure, which was appropriate since that's basically what emerged a few seconds later. During the fall, Depositron had transformed (remember? he can do that) into something resembling a supersonic fighter jet made out of scarp metal. The Gold Standard was nowhere to be seen, so Haley assumed it had been lost in the fall.

"Are you FREAKING kidding me?" She manged to sit up, raise her rifle, fire, and be easily evaded. "Well I'm out of ideas." She looked pointedly at Blake and the others, a semi-pointless gesture, given that no one could see her eyes.

"CAPITALISM IS THE SOVEREIGN RIGHT OF ALL LIVING BEINGS." Depositron zoomed off into the city, having apparently forgotten about them all, and began dropping bars of solid gold over the entire city. From their distance, they could still hear the crashing and alarms and screaming. In his effort to save Stormfront from Socialism, Depositron had decided that bombarding the city with infallible currency was the best option.

[Sariel of Tevet]

"DON'T YOU FLY AWAY FROM ME YOU BLASTED MONETARY MONOLITH!" Ephantus roared, firing his cannons at the retreating Depositron with little care towards the giant gold bricks the transformed back was now dropping on the city.

Ephantus followed after Depositron, activating the jet boosters on his "feet" and flying towards the fellow mech. "I'M ABOUT TO CLOSE THIS ACCOUNT!" He boomed...then paused to realize that, yes, he had just said that.

Deciding that it was a processing error he could deal with later Ephantus rammed himself into Depositron, firing his guns at close range.