Floating ominously in midair, Dord laughs along.
Gehehehahahaha! Damn right! Right now, nothing can stop us from getting our lives back- or, hell, from doing anything! Not him, not this campfire, not even that rainbow prick with a god complex!
Stat Thief. Abyssal Claw.

WOO!!! Yeah!!!!!! Awesome!!!!!!!!!
The figure who held the popcorn - someone very short, clad in shades of blue and almost entirely covered by a poncho, whose ridiculous (and blue) wizard hat is almost as tall as half their actual height jumps up to their feet and starts clapping.
ImeantheguyIwasrootingforkindalostbutstillWOOHOO!!!!!!!!! GREAT FIGHT!!!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!!!!

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The sword is blocked by an icicle. Attached to said icicle is Mighty, who proceeds to kick Not Alfonse in the abdomen.
Okay, I get this is supposed to be some sort of psycho manipulation nightmare realm, but I've actually been looking for an excuse to punt a puppet instead of going all goody-two-shoes on it!

...
Dord assesses every way in which this could possibly go wrong. There are many of them.
Hell yeah! Get over h-
The fusion (probably) happens almost instantly, and as the dust clears Dord can be seen sporting a set of ash-grey armor with glowing green elements everywhere. Between the surprisingly stylish curled feather on the helmet, the huge black wings that simultaneously look like they belong on a duck and a mechanical angel, concerning amount of boosters along his legs and back and the overall "this pic goes hard" energy, the only kind of questionable part of the new look is the obligatory beak.
...oh, yes.
Under the mask, Dord cracks an unhinged smile before summoning another Hadal Smoker, jetting straight for the Forever Flame with Roadkiller, and then striking it with an Abyssal Claw! Or at least as much of that as the game mechanics allow. There's a lot happening at the moment.

Hadal Smoker, again.

Dord grins and points his buster at the two... but nothing comes out of it. Instead, the ground beneath them erupts with concentrated violence, plumes of hot gas obscuring beams of energy almost fully enveloping the red hot raid boss duo!(Hadal Smoker)

L00T goes to intervene, but is interrupted by an angry little idiot making a reemergence. Said little idiot appears to be profusely sparking out of every unnecessary hole on his armor.
NOPE! Been outta commission long enough, I'm handlin' this one!
Mach Bumper is fired up!

Yeah, uh, still not able to run the boss. Sorry to my 0.003 loyal fans out there!

A big bucket of popcorn is moved into the peripheral vision of the audience, as if offered to them.

Dire Godstorm.

A huge beam of energy suddenly coalesces into a giant freight spaceship headed at great speed towards a spaceport visible in the distance. The stowaway could easily disembark there and take a shuttle down, but why would he? Kicking himself away from the walls of the vessel, the aviator briefly remains careening at the same speed and heading as the ship as he struggles to orient himself headfirst towards the planet below - a planet of oceans and vibrant gradients of sand color, looking almost like a melting ice cream. Without even spreading his wings, not that those would do him much good outside an atmosphere, he blasts off straight at it.

Plasma Barrier, Ulfrvetr, Dire Godstorm.

Dire Godstorm.

Mighty kicks the base of an ice spike, breaking it off like a baseball bat. He then swings it at the rest of the ice until it deteriorates to the very point, which he further stabs the ice with until that too cracks, repeating the process, slowly working his way towards the shadow person.

Múspell Flames, Dire Godstorm, Dire Godstorm.

Gamer Elixir. Be nice of you if you also included the move I got trolled out of last turn, kthxbai

Dire Godstorm.

Chord turns around on a dime, jumps on top of a pile of crates and hurls himself straight at the shell, slamming a half-charged Atomic Fire in its face instead of a fist!

Howling Blade.

L00T, evidently holding back a laugh, calls upon the Forces of Nature.