"I...I've got it!" Og'drimun cried out in glee as he scrawled a final rune onto a broken piece of the ceiling.

The air took on a slight orange glow, almost like it was sunset. Cracks started to appear in the air, and streams of superheated air burst through them.

The muscular machine stood firm as dozens of knives rained down on it. Most simply slashed at his armored skin, but a few embedded into his arms. He seemed completely unfazed as he held up the hollow arm of his friend and released a beam of energy from it that filled the entire hallway.

Pockets stood right in the path and reached down into her shirt pocket. She pulled out a tiny drink umbrella and held it above her head. Slowly, she opened it up as the beam overtook her.

As it flew closer and closer to Og'drimun, the tiny demon just smiled. As it passed by the cracks in the air, the beam grew smaller. Until it finally seemed to get sucked right into one of them.

"Fool! You thought your pathetic abilities were any match for my power?" Og'drimun gloated. "Hah! Pathetic."

Sentenza rolled his eyes as Og'drimun waved his hands through the air. "Now allow me to show you what true power is!"

He drew three symbols into the air and the cracks started to open wider. Pockets was lying on the ground with big Xs over her eyes as she held a single daisy in her hands over her chest. The robot looked down at the arm canon and back to Og'drimun. Then, he began to sprint forward.

"It's far too late for that now," Og'drimun said as he chuckled. He held a single finger up in the air above his head. "Now...shatter the boundary between truth and fiction. Devour the offering I have set before you and ignite the flames of war within this broken land. Rise Shagradoma!"

Hands forced their way through the cracks and reached out for the machine. As he tried to dodge out of the way, they seemed to move exactly where he was headed, almost as if they knew what he was going to do before he did it.

It wasn't long before the hands had surrounded the machine and completely restricted his movements. Once they had all latched on, they began to retract through the cracks, and the robot's body let out a groan as the arms went taut while they pulled against him.

"Now, for the final piece..." Og'drimun held his nose high as he drew a final circle in the air. "Burn, Sertarix."

A fresh crack opened up directly in front of the robot, and flames licked at the edges. Then, it burst open as an inferno flew out, ready to consume the machine and everything around him.

As it approached, the robot stared it down defiantly as he dropped the severed arm of his ally and clenched his fists. A moment later, the fire had completely surrounded him.

"Hah! See! No point in even trying to struggle. Against my abilities you are no more than a fly! A helpless baby when compared to my glorious form!" Og'drimun gloated.

"Might want to take another look there, big shot," Sentenza said as he leaned in with a cigarillo in his mouth and lit it on the stream of fire.

Og'drimun looked puzzled. "What are you...wait, what!"

Through the fire, the clear outline of the muscle covered robot stood out. The next moment, the reason was clear. The stream of fire seemed endless, but it started to grow smaller.

None of it had actually touched the robot. as it got close, it was sucked inside the crystal around his neck, as if the tiny thing held a black hole.

The suction seemed to increase more and more, as the once giant column of fire started to shrink more and more. Even while the hands still held firm.

"Got a backup plan?" Sentenza asked as he let out a small plume of smoke.

"Uhh..." og'drimun stammered. "Ye...yeah! Of course, I do. A million backup plans. So, so many."

Squelch!

A wet ripping noise rang out through the hallway as the robot seemed to gain a burst of strength and twisted his body from side to side. With each jerk, one of the hands holding him, was torn off at the forearm.

"Well, better hurry with one of those backups." Sentenza teased. "He doesn't look too pleased."