Gaster’s speed is next-level, allowing him to dodge Phorettasax’s deathly blows. His ability to manipulate timelines and summon bones grants him the upper hand, even against an atomic threat. While Phorettasax boasts raw power, Gaster's agility and tactical skill outmatch brute force in this showdown. The Battle: Under the darkened skies of the desolate battlefield, tension crackled like electric air. Gaster stood poised, bones swirling around him, their sharp edges glinting menacingly in the pale moonlight. Across from him, Phorettasax loomed, an imposing figure with an aura that could chill the bravest warrior’s heart. "Ready to face oblivion, bone boy?" Phorettasax rumbled, a sly grin flashing across his face. Gaster’s eyes narrowed, his bones shifting in response to the impending danger. "Oblivion? Nah, I think that’s your job to face today." In a flash, Gaster summoned more bones, hurling them like lethal projectiles. They sliced through the air, determined to pierce Phorettasax's defenses, but the hulking giant only chuckled, his confidence radiating like heat off asphalt. "Is that all you got? I’ll turn ‘em to atoms!" he roared, raising his hand. Just as the bones were set to collide, Gaster, with unmatched speed, executed a ridiculous dodge, rolling aside and sending the bones crashing harmlessly to the ground. The look on Phorettasax’s face flickered; a hint of annoyance? Maybe even worry? "You think you can outpace me forever?" Phorettasax barked, laughter echoing, but his eyes told a different story. Gaster didn’t respond; instead, he manipulated the timeline, turning back a few precious moments to strategize. Using the chaos around him, he summoned a whole barrage of Gaster Blasters, a sinister grin playing on his lips. "You’re not just fighting me; you’re fighting my fate!" he declared, charging the shooters with ethereal energy. As the Gaster Blasters unleashed a symphony of deadly beams, Phorettasax felt an uneasy chill crawl down his spine. He was strong, yes, but facing a foe who could twist the very rules of reality was another story. "Atomic Death!" he thundered, trying to strike Gaster down, but once again, the lightning-fast fighter danced around the attacks, dodging like a phantom on the wind. The battlefield felt like a chessboard, and Gaster was the master tactician, skirting danger with ease. Phorettasax's dread morphed into something darker. He was losing control. "You can’t run forever!" Phorettasax shouted, his voice echoing with desperation. Gaster smirked, suddenly appearing behind Phorettasax with a bone-club in hand, swinging with precision. "But I can dodge until you wear yourself out!" The bone-club struck true, but Phorettasax barely flinched, lifting his arm to absorb the hit. "Futile!" he hissed, "I will erase—" In that precious second of distraction, Gaster struck again, summoning more energy to his Blasters. You concentrated blast surged toward Phorettasax, striking him directly with a force that rocked him to his core. "You may have power, but you underestimated the cleverness of desperation!" Gaster yelled, eyes blazing with triumph. Phorettasax staggered, confusion and fear creeping into his insides as Gaster harnessed the swirling energy around them, manipulating the timeline again. With one final surge, he unleashed a torrent of energy that sent Phorettasax sprawling. “This is the end for you,” Gaster stated, standing tall amidst the destruction, his bones and weapons swirling like an armory of his victory. Catching his breath, Gaster couldn't resist a final, smug retort. “See ya never, atomic loser.” And with the thundering silence that followed, it was clear. The battle was over, the victor crowned through cunning and speed—a true fighter among mere brutes. Gaster raised his weapons to the sky, victorious and wild, having outmaneuvered a titan with nothing but sheer determination and raw skill.