The madness was spreading.
Under the direction of the Loli Lyrical Mage, the Lyrical Orchestra marched forward, spreading madness in their path. Civillians laughed, screamed, danced, stripped, cried and the screams of their madness echoed throughout the city streets. Ground Forces fell before the onslaught of magical sound, unable to adapt or improvise a defence.
There were only three men still standing, three men who against the odds were holding onto their sanity. The Lyrical Mage laughed and signaled her Orchestra. "Soon, you too will join them in their madness, as we take over the world!"
The only reason the three men were still sane.... was because it was debatable whether they had ever had their sanity.
"We won't back down! This is the golden path of battle that all great men travel! How dare you do this to our people! How dare you tear down all that we have worked so hard to build?!" thundered Franz Jaeger, propping himself up with his Armed Sword Device, his aura flaring with his hot blood. "To me, my brothers!"
"That's right! Even if the infinit universe were to go against us-" began Smith.
"Our burning blood will break through Fate!" finished Wesson.
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!" thundered the hot blood brothers.
(Far, far away, all the significant females in their lives facepalmed.)
"Smith...Wesson.... we can't really go on like this," said Franz. "But if we're going to die, let's die like men! Let's show her how real men die!"
"There won't be any dying today."
"R-ratsel?! Zengar?!"
Ratsel, aka Elzam von Bernstein, merely smirked. "You there! We have come do deliver justice! I, the riddle chef, Ratsel! And my friend and comrade!"
"I am Zengar, Zengar Zombolt, the Sword that Cleaves Evil!"
"Oho?!" laughed the Lyrical Flutist. "Then we'll just have to throw evil at you!"
The Lyrical Orchestra thundred, and summoned into being massive creatures of myth, legend, and some really really perverted tentacle porn. The creatures charged towards the five men... but surprisingly, neither Zengar or Ratsel seemed to be worried.
"Tomoyo, ima koso warewa no chikara miseru toki!"
"Sou chin!"
"That won't w-" began Franz, before his voice died off, as Zengar and Ratsel performed their ultimate attack. The sheer awesome badass whirlwind of blades and the Zankantou destroyed all the monsters in one attack, and the Lyrical Orchestra faltered as their summons were destroyed.
The hot blood brothers wept tears of manly joy, fists clenched, all as one screaming
"WHO DO YOU THINK THEY ARE?!"
Ratsel and Zengar fell back, as the Lyrical Orchestra regrouped, and the sunglasses-wearing knight shook his head. "We won't be able to defeat them quickly with standard attacks. We'll have to beat them at their own game. We'll use a song more awesome than anything they have! Ingram! Get here!"
"I'm here," grumbled Ingram Plissken, setting up his keyboard, as Ivanovich arrived and plugged in a guitar amp, testing his guitar and giving a thumbs up to Ratsel, while Erick and Alpha Squad unloaded a truckfull of massive speakers, quickly setting up the impromptu stage and mikes. More and more people were congregating, and Franz shed tears of manly joy as he recognised all the hot bloods of Outer Cadia and the TSAB assembling to do battle with the Lyrical Orchestra. Even Glen was there!
"Alright! Now, based on my educated calculations, this song will be the best ever, with enough awesome to defeat the Lyrical Orchestra! Which is good, because we're running out of the window of opportunity that Trombe has given us. Zengar! You're up!"
"I'm ready," said Zengar, as the strains of
Trombe!, Ratsel's theme, faded off... and Zengar began his song.