Prototype is dropped on the floor beneath him by Mech-tenant. Both his arms as well as one knee touchthe earth under him.

Ngh... urgh...
Easy. Don't try and get up so early.
Yeah. For someone so calculating, that was really reckless of you.
It...
...Failed?

Completely out of spare energy, Butlertype sinks to the ground, plummeting hard enough to create a small meteor.

(Curses! This cannot be how it ends.)

...

Slowly, the crater surrounding Butlertype is surrounded by Team Prototype as well as everyone else who recently arrived.

No way. This is the prick that caught me?
Heheh... would you believe me if I happened to tell you his name was... Butler?

Pop turns to Prototype.

Oh, my god. His name is Butler? You lost to a guy named Butler?
That is embarrassing, and he'll probably hear that until the end of time, but I don't think that's the most pressing issue here.
Right. It's over now, but we barely know anything about this guy. Assuming he is a different timeline counterpart, how did he even get here?
Someone probably botched a job.

---

Will Smith stamps his foot, as a hologram displays the ongoing events in Generic Suburban Area.

You've gotta be kidding me! Man, come on!
What's the big deal? The dude lost. Collateral damage has been kept to a minimum.

Will turns to John Cena.

You don't get it, John. The problem isn't Butlertype-- not anymore.
Eh? Then what's up?

Will Smith puts his hands on his head.

You think this place came from nothing? It's another plane of reality, just like Soul's Limbo. That means it's limitless. Infinite.
...The problem being...?
Think of it THIS way. That means there are a INFINITE amount of people from an INFINITE amount of timelines that could have escaped their home world the same way Butlertype did!

Silence.

...You dun botched.
AAAAAAGH!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Stop! It is pointless to resist! All you are doing is worsening your pain! Is a torturous death what you want?...
(...No. This is his resolve. Their resolve. It's... astounding.)

---

---

(A chance that I-I'm... wrong!?)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The sphere seems to... stay still!? From blow, Big Eye speaks to Prototype.

What the heck are you trying to do!? You won't be able to survive trying to push that back!
We've gotta help--!
NO! IF YOU GUYS STEP IN, HE'LL KILL POP!! THE ONLY THING YOU GUYS ARE REPORTED TO DO IS EVACUATE THE AREA!

Drones should be guiding as many people to safety as possible.

Which is good, because I think at the rate this is going, I'll probably die. Gravity's working against me fast. If this is Butler's full power-- we're going to be in bigger trouble than I expected.

Still no signs of Dim rescuing Pop, either. Which means it's entirely possible Soul's sister is--

HEY, BUTT-TYPE!
!?

Butlertype turns around, seeing a trio of people out of a Space Orb. Namely, DX, Soul, and Pop. DX, seemingly strained, rests an arm on Soul's shoulder.

Drained... your little... friend... dry.

She's amazing.

As DX nearly falls over, Pop catches her.

Watch it, you're in no condition to move like that!

Butlertype is notably taken aback by their arrival.

N-no! (Blast it... I did not foresee this variable!)
Oh, yeah. And I still owe you a beating for trying to use my family against me.

As Butlertype processes the situation before him, a blur dashes into view, leaping into the air and kicking the ball of energy away!

YAH!
...

That voice...

Sheesh...!
...Don't go scaring everybody like that!
I got 'im!

Mech-tenant, in Duo form, catches Prototype, seconds later landing onto the ground.

♫Takanaru Omoi♫

(Oh, no! Does this mean Butlertype can create as many of those cloney-things as he wants?)
I don't think so. Take a closer look at him.

Junior looks at Butlertype, who seems to be slightly recovering from something...

...
...So making those gives him some form of energy strain... that or he's taking the physical backlash of the attacks those silhouettes are getting hit by.

---

You're stalling, Butler.
...Truth be told... I could likely defeat my other self if I were to try my hardest... but I aim to do so with as much stamina preserved as possible. Doing otherwise would put us at a disadvantage and force me to waste time recovering.
Enough time has been squandered as-is. Now, those meddlesome heathens know of our hidden allies. If any other enemies try your might, you easily have a captive that can be used to threaten them. Finish this farce.
....

---

...Hmph. (I'll have to end this from a distance. Hand to hand is too bothersome.)

As Prototype kicks the last silhouette, it breaks down into dark, buggy, pieces, before disappearing.

You won't be beating me with any of those. I suggest you fight using your fists rather than having people do it for you.
Prototype. You-- and you allies-- have been formidable foes. I acknowledge you lot.
(....Why on earth is he being so formal all of the sudden?... there's no doubt... he's planning on ending this here and now.)
However... it's clear this is the full extent of what you have to offer.

Butlertype soars up into the air, stopping short miles away from the ground. He opens up one index finger, as a larger and larger ball of energy begins to swell, in seconds growing to be hundreds the size of Butlertype himself!

(That sphere... it's huge!...)

The rest of Team Prototype watches from afar...

...
It's size. That thing's going to destroy the entire city.
This is bad. Even if he uses one of his Shield-Core abilities to defend himself, the entire area will fall victim to that attack! It's a setup!
I... I'm truly sorry. I'm I wasn't able to convince you four to see the light. But if this is the way things must be... I won't let you all obscure the freedom of all.
...
...You don't get it, do you? There is never going to be such thing as complete freedom.
!

Butlertype is shocked to see Prototype release his aura, as it increases plentyfold!

---

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!

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!

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...But we can maximize the amount of freedom yet order everyone can have.

As Butlertype slowly drops his index finger downwards, the energy sphere slowly travels down. Getting a squatting start, Prototype leaps straight for it.

The light... the darkness. Neither can exist without the other. As long as that is remembered...
(Dad!)
...We can overcome any obsta

I've had enough. I won't be pushed around anymore. Not by some... dark copy, and not by anyone else!

Delta charges straight at the copy, kicking it in the face!

And when I'm done with you...

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...
What's wrong? You didn't think you knew everything there was to know about me, did you?
That ability... I sense no excess strength gained, yet your energy has changed entirely. What might this be...?
Oh, don't worry about that. You'll have plenty of time to find out.

Prototype equips busters in both of his arms, charging a Space Buster in his left and a Shield Buster in his right, quickly shooting the left one at Butlertype, who Eidolon's Etches behind Prototype, attacking him, but Prototype parries this and pulls in closer, shooting Butlertype across the face with a full-on Shield Buster!

Gh!
Still feel like underestimating me?

Prototype tries to zap Butlertype with a blue Optic Blast, but Butlertype uses Protect, and then grabs Prototype by the arm, swinging him away!

An interesting turn of events indeed. Your skill likely surpasses mine now. But is it possible for you to handle...?

Three black, buggy silhouettes spawn from Butlertype.

Objective Assigned: Incapacitate and Defeat: Data Analyis: PROTOTYPE-001.
Oh, fantastic.

As one stays back to prepare an attack, the other two surround him, both charging directly at him with Breaker Types, but Prototype quickly parries them simultaneously, shoving them back with Gate Blocks, but then...!

! (Dad! Look out!)

The first silhouette's Astro Crush comes crashing down on the area, as the other two silhouettes simply shield themselves with Notwen Fields, Prototype dodges and parry the oncoming projectiles!

Sending fragmented copies to do your dirty work. Real original.
And from the looks of it, more than the likes of you can handle.
Don't be so sure.

All three silhouettes charge at Prototype at the exact same time. Prototype leg-sweeps one while kicking another one in the stomach, with the first one tripping and accidently bashing the third one with a Breaker Type!

A fatal error has occurred: Re-synchronizing--

As one recalibrates, Prototype rapidly pummels it before Super Throwing it towards the other two, which catch the first one, as Prototype then hits all three of them with a Breaker Type of his own!

A--aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

An aura begins to consume ???, as his Duplicate attempts to sucker-punch him, only to be blocked off by it.

!
Grh... Shadows devoured by shadows, the true, limitless, darkness of the Netherworld is revealed...!

??? gut-punches the False Assimilation, causing it to buckle forward....!

As the Hundred-Eyes draw forth!

...Wh--

Delta blocks a potential flurry of attackers with a Core Shield, then blasts the False copy again with a Core Laser, only for the laser to miss!

You will not be given any opportunities.

The copy hits Delta with rapid lefts and rights, following with a combo of kicks until Delta parries the last one, using it to counter attack, grabbing the mirror image and spinning high into the air, until gravity claims them both, with the Assimilation landing head-first onto the ground. Not stopping, Delta then punts the clone, sending it several yards away!

Let's get this over with.

Delta quickly switches back to the pop-up, subtracting one from nine...

Delta spams projectiles in a bid to keep his copy away from him.

Oh yeah? And what's this supposed to be?

Delta quickly headbutts the False Assimilation, and then batters it with a Hyakkuratsu.

Oh, great. You again. Not sure if now's the best time for this...

...
Look-a-like or not, I'm not holding back. You may have my moves, but the real deal always wins in the end!

Delta and the Dark Mirror-counterpart begin to accelerate, dashing at colliding at extreme speeds!

I won't give up! I won't be pushed around! Not even by someone as strong as me!

After both dropping down, Delta and the False Assimilation vanish yet again, this time, only appearing in the form of blurs!

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Delta stops himself from collapsing, going into a handstand before jumping back to his own two feet. But by then, the copy has already cleared any distance between them.

You cannot defeat me. I am the freedom which your heart pursues, yet your mind rejects.
Y-you can speak!?

Delta does a 360° kick, which the copy ducks, grabbing Delta's leg and throwing him onto a distant gravestone, and then tosses several Omega Waves from afar.

Your potential is bondaged by your naivete, your kindness, and your restraint. Until you withdraw of them, you will never be able to exact true justice.

In a hurry to avoid the Omega Waves, Delta dives over to the side, and then shoots his own, before firing another Charged Shot form his Anomaly Arm!

I don't know what you're talking about. And frankly, I don't care. So do us both a favor, and--
--uh oh!

Delta is slammed onto the ground by a divekick, which sends him ragdolling across the earth under him for meters!

...
Okay, that is just about as much being left in the dark as I can take! If I end up surviving this situation, you'd better explain all of this!
It is unlikely you will manage to outlive this encounter. Chances of "Pop" Surivial: 47.96%.
Are you kidding me!?

Pop bangs on the Notwen Field, though her collisions do nothing.

20% of people die in their own homes! I'm not about to become part of that minority! Soul, do something!
What!? Have you forgotten it's me NOT doing anything that's keeping you alive right now!? What am I supposed to do!?
Have you forgotten that just because you comply with the enemy that doesn't guarantee my personal safety? For all either of us know, he'll try to kill me anyway!
If something happens, I can be repaired, or something, right!? We're robots! So go punch that mysterious-distortion person right now!
Her babbling is becoming a disturbance. Feel free to do as she says so she may be terminated. Or not. It makes little the difference.

Soul facepalms.

It seems mental situations are not as easy to deal with than ones that are soluble with physical force.

Prototype jumps back from the previous force of an attack.

This is going nowhere. The more we fight, the better an understanding he gains of his abilities. We need to end this.
How? You going to use... that technique?

Prototype nods.

It's complete, so I should be able to use it with 100% efficiency. It lets me spot all weakspots, hones my skill to it's peak, terminates all unnecessary actions-- and now that I've mastered it, It consumes no Ki.
You think you can beat Butler with it?
...I'm not sure. But anything's worth a shot.
(Kick his butt, Dad!)

Prototype returns his left arm's buster back into his regular hand.

Planning on facing me without your silly cronies? You should know your attempts to defeat me are useless.

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What!? (That aura.. I've never seen it before. What is that?)
I hope you're ready for a beatdown, Butler...
...because the real fight starts now.

YAY! I'M THE FIRST COMMENT!

Two individuals walk down a narrow hall in the middle of space. Between the pillars the stars twinkle and the space rocks traverse.

Fascinating, is it not? The everlasting question. Is life a gift... or a curse?
...
...That is something we are all to determine for ourselves.
Indeed. But it is truly a phenomena. Our eyes can see the windows that peer through all in existence... and yet, even the solution to that query escapes us.
We shall soon find out.
Yes... we shall... won't we? As the face of god returns to finish what he started...
It's... peculiar. But a curious sensation. Not being able to see what will be after a period of time. What will happen next. What will be, after his revival.
Annihilation awaits. After he tears us asunder, death and her everlasting expansion will claim us.
He is eternal... but he is still the Omega. And with it, our end.
...True.

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...

Joe, lifeless, lingers around in a capsule...

It fascinates me. The brilliance and stupidity of both man and robot.

...where Jet Black watches over him.

Son...

How they can reject the absolute with such ease. How they persist on, even with folly of their hope.
But the end is the end. When the fateful day comes, it is the darkness which will win over the light.
Yes...
And the questions still remain.

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Hmph!

Ryoga punches a tree repeatedly.

I believe it's for one simple reason.

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A figure jumps off of Viking Man's War Shield, dodging a Uvie Ray in midair before being hit by a large Berry Bomb.

His judgement incarnate. The one chosen to exact his righteous call.
That would mean...

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Proteus tries to meditate, but ends up falling flat on his face.

---

...
...Heh.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! The end is near, the end is near! Maybe gettin' that SOB back inta gear was a bad idea!
Well!! This should be an entertainin' finale!... Like it or not, That edgy prick ain't doin' JACK without a fight!

Pepsiman runs across the terrain, maintaining a swift pace, before skidding to a halt.

!!!
Hmhmhmhmhmhm... So this is where you have been all this time? A pseudoreality... quite impressive work.
...SO YOU HAVE FOUND YOUR WAY HEAR AFTER ALL THESE YEARS... RONALD MCDONALD.

Ronald McDonald appears in front of Pepsiman.

Indeed. For I have finally begun to make my move. Soon, McDonalds will be the ONLY form of nutrition across existence.

In the exact instant that he disappears yet again, be reappears behind Pepsiman. Their backs face each others.

There was a time where we were allies, and we seized ALL consumers as ours. Surely, you have not forgotten this?
...I HAVE NOT. HOWEVER... I HAVE LONG SINCE ABANDONED MY METHODS OF HOSTILITY. I HAVE LEARNED SINCE THAT IS ONLY WITH EARNEST ENDEAVORS AND THE RESPECT FOR DEMAND THAT THE PEOPLE SHALL CHOOSE WHAT IS PUT IN FRONT OF THEM.
SURELY, YOU TOO MUST HAVE REALIZED THIS. YOU CANNOT FORCE THOSE WHO DISLIKE TO LIKE. THE ONLY WAY FOR BRANDS TO PREVAIL IS TO JUST BE.
...

Ronald scoffs.

"Just be..." Utter nonsense! Either consumers will learn to enjoy it, or they will take their distastes to the afterlife! Their opinions are not to be humored! Only cast aside!
...

Ronald points at Pepsi-Man.

Either you will honor our pact and surrender a portion of the Pepsi-Power you possess... Or I will tear your mortal shell and absorb it all for myself.
...DO AS YOU MUST. FOR I WILL NOT PARTAKE IN OUR ALLIANCE ANY LONGER.
...

Donald grips his fists tightly...

BUT SURELY, YOU CANNOT PLAN ON DEFEATING ME. I HAVE HONED MY SPEED AND STRENGTH ALL THIS TIME, WHILE YOU HAVE BEEN HIDING IN THE SHADOWS BIDING YOUR TIME.
...Hmm. Bold of you to assume that I can be defeated so easily.

Ronald turns around to swipe at Pepsiman with his Funbrella, but Pepsiman blocks, countering with a Taser Knuckle, but Ronald yet again disappears.

!

With great speed and agility, Pepsiman does a backflip, avoiding a leg sweep from behind. Ronald throws a Salt Grenade, which Pepsiman counters with an explosive can of Pepsi.

(...SO HE TRULY WAS BEING TRUTHFUL. HE HAS IMPROVED SINCE BACK THEN. HIS SPACE-TIME ABILITIES INCREASED. WITHOUT EVEN UTTERING THE WORDS, HE HAS MATCHED MY SPEED.)

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Heh.

Smugly, Ronald folds his arms.

You're going to have to do a lot better than that.

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Funbrella OPEN: (Impact/Defense) CLOSED: (Impact/Attack) Ronald's personal umbrella. Can be closed and as a physical weapon, or instantly opened to block physical or ranged attacks.
Taser Knuckle (Electric/Impact)- Pepsiman attacks the target with a swift spinning backhand. Causes Paralysis.
Salt Grenade (Nature/Explode)- Ronald throws a small container with explosive salt. Has large destructive power and temporarily blinds anyone who looks directly at it.

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Butlertype easily floats aside from the Space Buster, reflects the Elec Beam, parries the Sideways Stomp And zaps Prototype, Big Eye, and Laser Joe with Holy Lightning!

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Dim looks down at her phone, seeing a notification.

...?

Checking the app, she sees...

!!!

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Junior drops down several Power Bombs at Butlertype, but the white-clad warrior with a palm sends a shockwave, causing the explosions to hit Junior instead!

(Uh o--

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Nonetheless, Dim accepts the friend request.

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Prototype and Butlertype go back and forth with several counter-Breaker Types, until Butlertype manages to kick Prototype away!

U-urgh!

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Changing his method of attack, Big Eye tries to Big Stomp Butlertype, but Butlertype catches him, using him as a meatshield to keep Laser Joe from firing!

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Butlertype throws Big Eye directly at Junior, who Prototype quickly jumps in the air and pushes out of the way, getting hit instead!

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Dim turns to Cadence and taps her over the shoulder. She turns around.

'Sup, bestie?
So... you're not gonna like this...

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Holy Lightning (Electric/Shadow)- Butlertype smites a target with a bright, white lightning. Can be controlled to the point where it can Paralyze.

Coward. Is all you can do hide back-and-forth behind hostages? First Cadence, now her?
I just noticed all these people captured are females. I'm scared to ask if this is a coincidence or not.
A proverb you have not been forced to endure, my doppelganger; The hardest of choices require the STRONGEST of wills. But if it soothes your souls...
NONE of you are currently threats to me. Meaning all four of you can still come at me as you please.
!? (He didn't just take a hostage to get rid of Soul. He was stalling so he could recover and get his strength back!)

Laser Joe rears his head to Prototype.

If you've got an idea, now would be a great time to share.
...
...I've got something. But it'll involve a little luck.

Prototype takes a defensive position.

For now, we need to keep him busy. And don't let up.
Got it!

Prototype charges up his buster, Laser Joe fires an Elec Beam, Big Eye barrels forward for a Sideways Stomp, and Junior begins to rise into the air...

"Pop"? So that is the girl's name? I see.

Without a word, Soul opens up a Space Orb, then leaps inside.

What do you think you're doing!?
What you cannot. Whatever it takes.
I don't like the implication of that...
It does not matter what you like. Or what you believe. Because I have won.
Stop dawdling and get to the point!
...Hmph.

---

Soul leaps inside, only to quickly tear a sphere of Limbo to make a wormhole, leading to another area...

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Soul hops out of another Space Orb, finding the resident of the house trapped in a Notwen Field, along with... something. Outside of the barrier is a familiar silhouette.

Objective complete: Hazardous roadblock removed.
If you were trying to stop this... you're thirty-seven seconds too late.
Oh, that stupid CUNT mother. You wanna act all high-and-mighty, but spam hostage situations? Really? When is the good guy ever the one pulling those?
Morality differentiates from necessity. At all costs, goals must be met.
Yeah? And what's stopping me from coming there and tearing you in half before you can squeeze that little barrier of yours and crush her?
Soul!
This husk is merely a remnant belonging to the physical entity you already know. Consequences for yourself and your sister would be much more dire in comparison.
Research suggests that she is the most valuable thing to exist to the likes of you. But to us, she is a dispensable tool which can easily be disposed of at the slightest irritant.

The stupid I put up with to help that monochrome-clad son of a gun.

This time, Butlertype seems notably hurt.

...

As Butlertype slowly seems to make his way back up, Soul speaks to him from behind.

Okay, enough of the banter and the whole quash-and-squash and all that.

Soul walks up to Butlertype, who is on one knee.

...
It's... it's futile. It's always futile. Everyone says the same thing. But I'd like to think. It'd be pleasing to know. That someone, for once, actually uses rational thought rather than fight for a meaningless cause.
Pal... It's over. There's no payoff. There's no more scheming. You're done. You're outmatched, you're outnumbered, and you're worse for wear. Just.. give yourself up.
...No one understands. NONE of you understand.

Beaten, Butlertype fully stands up.

I am NOT doing this for my own endearment. I do NOT attain joy in lives that are lost. And I will never, EVER, forget nor forgive myself for them.
My PEOPLE. Are ENSLAVED. They are trapped, doomed to play subject to a monster with more might than any of you put together. They are slaves... excactly how you all are slaves.

Big Eye, along with the rest of Team Prototype, hops into view.

Really? you're comparing us to slaves? Get off your high horse and smell the roses. We have rights. We have options. We have privileges.
Right. I'm sorry your people have suffered, but you can't compare them to us. Not when we're free from a complete monarchal dictatorship.
Ah. You mean you are free from whatever "President Walter" tells you to do? Even if you disagree with it?
No... that's... different. We can do whate--
Do NOT take me for some sort of FOOL. I know the law your so-called leader is planning to enforce.

Butlertype points to Soul.

Uh...
If it were under effect right now, your little partner would be labeled just as much a criminal as I.
. (He's helped saved lives.)
He wouldn't be the first person you've put in your Domain after doing so. Why does it matter?

Slightly stumbling, Butlertype gains full control over himself.

You all fight. But for what? Maintaining a flawed and oppressed system which will never evolve.
I have laid my life down, not only to fight for the people of my home world-- but for the one's of this one as well.
...
That is why I can not-- WILL not be stopped. I fight for a more just cause than you could ever hope for. In the end... it is always light which engulfs the darkness.

I... is it crazy to belief he might actually be making sense?

Regardless... clearly, you are in a disadvantage state. Defeat is your only option.
Aside from victory? Data Analysis: Soul Complete.
I win. There is nothing else you all can do. Your goon HEY! 's weakness has been exploited.

Team Prototype (+ Soul) look at Butlertype in concern, then back at each other.

I... No?... I'm pretty sure I don't have a weakness? And that I'd know if I had one? So there's no way that--
Fuck. It's Pop, isn't it?

Butlertype suddenly stops, dropping onto the ground and quickly casting a Notwen Field, in an instant timespan, blocking a powerful kick from Soul that sends shockwaves throughout the area!

You will not deter me. Righteousness will prevail above your ignorance.

Butlertype removes the field as him and Soul immediately engage. Butlertype takes offense with two jabs, turning around with a backhanded swing, but Soul, with one arm at a time, blocks the attacks, and then uses Butlertype's last attack to pull him in for a headbutt, a throat chop which forces Butlertype down, and a strong boot to the chest, sending Butlertype high into the air before he crashes back down.

U-urgh... powerful...

As Butlertype gets up, his eyes meet Soul, who stands in front of him. Soul's hands stay in his pockets.

So. You realize how screwed you are yet? Not that it makes a difference.

In a movement only outsped by teleportation, Butlertype reappears behind Soul, swinging an elbow at the back of his head. Not even bothering to look nor withdraw his arms, Soul bends his upper body, ducking and then reappearing behind Butlertype and flicking him...

My resolve will not falter! I... must not...!

...But Butlertype no-sells the attack with the Super Armor from his Breaker Type, and in an attempt to grabs Soul and zaps him with a point blank Optic Blast...

YIELD!

Releasing a large photonic explosion, as Butlertype still latches on to Soul... who is completely unharmed.

...Somewhere between a massage and a tickle. I want to thank you, but I'm not a robot, so neither of those are any use to me.
Nonetheless...

Soul lifts one of his arms from his pockets, and reels it back. Slowly, he curls up all four fingers into a fist.

Z-zoun--

Butlertype is smacked, far, FAR, away. In the distance, Team Prototype see Butlertype's ascent.

Heh.

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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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Notwen Field (Space/Shield)- A spheric, holographic barrier which generates magnetic force equal to it's approaching surroundings, canceling out all impacts. It's sustainment is tied to the user's Weapon Energy, and will disappear when all is gone. Only one can be deployed at a time.
Breaker Type (Shield/Impact)- Prototype charges at extreme speed, locking onto a target for a brief interval of time and gaining Super Armor.
Optic Blast (Laser)- Prototype shoots a dense beam of concentrated energy at the target from their eye. The width and potency is determined by the user's power output. It's strange radiation negates immunities, affinities, resistances or any types of absorption.