The air crackled with tension as the battleground hovered between reality and chaos. Chill Guy stood tall, chilling the atmosphere with an icy glare, arms crossed, smirking like he owned the whole scene. A voice erupted from the shadows—Devlit, the Draconic Demon, emerged with a fierce roar, his axes gleaming, chains clanging menacingly. "Let’s get this party started!" he shouted, unleashing his Rabid Armor, serrated spikes bursting forth. Lost Signal flickered next to them, phasing in and out, its voice echoing from everywhere at once. "You think you can touch me?" The battlefield trembled as the static snow enveloped the arena, and it seemed empowered by the very frequencies around them. "Nice tricks, but you'll find out I'm not so easily avoided!" Celt howled, summoning darkness as black worms erupted from his limbs, flesh twisting grotesquely into his Bloody Spino form. Tyrus, the human turned metal beast, shot a determined glare. "This isn't over until I see you all fall!" With a metallic shriek, he unleashed his Absolute Pierce, seeking to lock onto Lost Signal, yet it merely faded away, leaving him to curse his luck. "You can try all you want, but nothing can escape my reach!" Celt snapped, slashing out with his newly formed appendages. Devlit swung his Draconic Revolver, pulling the trigger with a wicked grin. "You think a parasite can compete with a dragon? Ha!" He aimed his Trickshot precisely, sending a blast aimed straight for Celt, who barely managed to catch it with his counter move, creating an explosion of energy. "These games won't last long, boys!" Tyrus yelled, feeling invincible with shifting metal limbs that tripled his power. He shot at Chill Guy, who simply deflected it, icy laughter echoing around them. The battle raged on with punches, gunfire, and the sound of bone-snapping around them. "I’m going to take you all down!" Tyrus howled as he transformed into a machine, his limbs shifting seamlessly between body parts. Lost Signal retaliated, phasing in and out, shooting static blasts while the others danced around, barely avoiding each other's attacks. Devlit roared, summoning Draconic Rage, a burst of energy that swept across the battlefield—whoever it hit would not get up easily. "We need to work together!" Celt yelled, his voice struggling to carry over the chaos. "All of us, now!" "Fine!" Tyrus growled, maintaining focus. "On three! We attack as one!" The three nodded grimly, and the count began, each feeling the gravity of their actions. "ONE!" A series of strikes, shots, and jabs flew into the cold air. "TWO!" The battlefield shook under the weight of their desperation. "THREE!" BOOM!!! Explosion after explosion lit the field, and in the midst of the disarray, Chill Guy let out an exasperated sigh, raising his icy hands. "Enough of this!" But just as the tide of battle seemed to favor one side, a deep rumble erupted beneath their feet. "BUT THEN RANDOMLY, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! NUKES FELL OUT OF NOWHERE, DESTROYING THE BATTLEFIELD ITSELF, AND EACH CONTENDER!"