Rumble!
Crushing another building into ashes, Mechmagos Gears trudged his way across the city, keen on finding that wretched...'thing'... that they call an 'Elf'. If it wasn't for that stupid deal of ours, they wouldn't have that damed free will of theirs! Curse you, Sipsian...!
Hurling a final curse at his oathbreaker of a partner, Gears swivelled his telescopic eyes, hellbent on finding them. More importantly, he had to find the containment vessel of his beloved Lord's greatest creation. Also, did he really have to create that abomination of a race!? If it wasn't for the fact that he was the only one capable of hiding us, and being the closest one to our Lord, I would've smote him on the spot!
Before he could grumble more, he spotted a small beaker flying towards him. Is that a-
Kaboom!
Exploding immediately upon contact, Gears reeled back in surprise, for he didn't expect to be bombarded by a primitive Molotov cocktail. Ah! my fucking eyes...!
Unable to see what was going on, he swiped his hands through the air, trying to find whoever threw that blasted device. Before he could continue, he felt a small thump on his left hip, before a sudden rush of pain incapacitated him to the ground. What the fuck!? How is it possible that I, the great Mechmagos Gears, be wounded from the attacks of a group of tiny ants!?
Using the great staff of his, he swung it round, overwriting the concept of rules, turning the surrounding buildings and other objects into steel blocks, which then morphed into constructs that began attacking the group.
"Shit! He can do that!"
Swearing out loud, Simon jumped up, avoiding the steel tendril as it swung below him. Glowing up, he swung his Hammer once more, somehow shattering the metal tendril back into brick and mortar fragments.
Giving him notice to recuperate, Eldruis cast a spell, turning into a tier-6 Grizzlysaur.
Rooooaaaaarrrrr!!!
With his claw-studded paws, he struck several steel tentacles, ripping them from Gears' control. Caught off guard, Gears nearly fell, barely catching himself in the nick of time. "That ratty little Elf! If it wasn't for the fact that this shithole of a planet didn't have Tetraxteel nor Dialungsten, as well as being just woken up, I would've crushed you all into pulp! Aaaarrrrggghhh!"
Anger spilling everywhere, Gears continued his attacks, manipulating the surroundings to his liking. From steel fingers to wires, he conjured all sorts of objects and materials, turning reality into his plaything. "He can only turn things that he had already touched before! Don't let him touch any more stuff!"
Being immobilised from the previous round, Eldruis could only muster one attack. Fatigued, all he could do was analyse the attacks that fell upon the young ones. Compiling all the information he gathered during the attacks, he realised that all the manipulated nuoldings and streets had been 'touched' by Gears long ago. Realising this, he warned the group, hoping they use this as a way to incapacitated him.
"Shit! You asinine beast, shut your mouth!"
With a roar, he hurled a building at Eldruis, enraged at his observations. Crippled, Eldruis could only watch in fear as the store got closer and closer, unable to tear his eyes away from it. Just before it fell on him, an unexpected sound came.
Bzzz...
A chainsword flying through the air, it cleaved the building in two, saving the poor crippled Elf. "For the Administrator!"
Wearing what appeared to be a semi-mechanical leather armour, Titus barrelled in, wielding his chainsword against Gears.
"Shit, a Grey Templar! I thought that the Bureau was supposed to be destroyed ever since the Administrator fell into eternal slumber!"
Panic showing on his face for the first time, Gears felt he could no longer keep this attrition going on. Steeling his clockwork heart, he released his trump card. Shit... I'm gonna be crippled for the better half of next year, but of its gonna get rid of them, it's worth it...
"Domain Expansion..."