Meteor Falling Fist

The army marched forward, relentless in their advancement, overpowering in their stride, the falling rain raging downward into the thick goopy, molasses like mud doing a minimal job at deterring the marching forces. Generals called out, soldiers surged forward, metal clanking from the blunt and bladed armaments at their sides. The soldiers further back, though not in immediate conflict, still stood on edge, jittery as they patrolled, waited to march forward and thrust themselves into battle.

At the front lines, soldiers spread out, charging full force, weapons ready to confront the enemy. The deafening scream of the Khaelaphants echoed across the wasteland as they too shuffled through the mud, dragging the ballista and catapults as well as other strange siege engines toward the raging fight. One looking on would assume the other army was somewhere nearby, attacking the forces full on, but due to the numbers they were just concealed. However the truth was similar, yet far more difficult to take in.

A fist caught one launching him into the air before he came back with a thud, landing on his back, groaning in pain. The sound of bullets were fired yet they met no mark, the gun pointed was quickly bent, twisted and mangled into an unusable pile and the man was knocked onto his back with a sturdy blow. Blades and maces, rapiers, arrows and bullets tore through the air, some reaching their target and having no effect while others whizzed past going unnoticed. In the center of the fray was a small gray creature. At first glance it would appear that he was an enemy soldier, separated from his comrades and thrust into a battle he could never win, however upon closer inspection it became clear that this lone soldier was the focus of the entire army.

He quickly twisted and turned, landing swift blows and flinging his enemies, avoiding killing them if possible, as he waded forward. He kicked the legs from under one and used his falling weapon to smack another in the head, huge boulders, likely from catapults, thundered through the air and into the ground. The shadow of one such boulder shifted over the crowd and in an instant Nitros kicked the soldiers away and caught the huge rock over his head. He strained under it's weight and grunted as he glared at his assailants. "M-move.. dammit... so I can put this down.." He growled to them.

They nodded, afraid to do otherwise and stepped back, allowing the God of Darkness to set the rock down gently and hop up on it. "Now listen! Any of you jackoffs that don't wanna die, get the hell over there." He says pointing off in the distance. "If ya start runnin now, by the time it hits here ya should be ok." With that Nitros nods and looks a little ways away to notice a large mechanized fortress slowly moving in his direction. He sighs and shakes his head. "Damn.. they never learn..." He glares at the people still standing near him. "Go dammit!!"

With that ha crouches down and takes to the air in a graceful leap upwards. He launches himself higher and higher until the soldiers below become specs on the ground.

Focusing his energy he closes his eyes and clenches his fists, standing in the air as if it were nothing. "In the name of Darkness..." He mutters to himself as a catapult boulder flies past him. "Protecting the shadows, granted by light I am the guardian of secrets known not by man... With this hand I shadow light, and with this, I generate the light for said shadow.." He mutters as his dark energy flares up, parting the clouds subtly.

"I am....."

"I.... I am...."

He stops, an awkward silence permeating over the area.

"Shit... I forget the rest... Ah well..."

He complains opening his eyes. He smiles as two massive gun shells fly past him. He turns to dodge it and rears back, his dark energy doubling, centering on his fist. "Black Art of the Gods: Great Calamity, METEOR FALLING FIST!" He yells out before thrusting his fist downward.

The air around him rippled as he moved like a blur, A black and purple streak lit through the air trailing towards the ground in an instant, the air around it permeating with a rippling displacement such as caused by intense heat. And all at once the clouds parted and the earth exploded. A loud bang echoed through the continent, causing a minor earthquake in the immediate area as a visible shock wave tore through the ground for miles around. An eruption of energy blew out the ground and after a few moments it seemed as if all sound had stopped.

Nitros crossed his arms, gazing down on the battlefield below him, smirking at the several hundred foot wide crater he had left in the shape of a massive fist. He chuckled, watching soldiers scramble away and he shook his head before stopping and giving a mischievous smirk.

"Next time... I'm not pulling my punch."
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I rarely ever get to display Nitros's power as a god, so I decided to show how he uses his godly powers to fight. Occasionally if needed he will take on entire armies alone and have minimal problems (So long as the soldiers are normal humans, if they're all other demons and what not he still has to try hard).

Also I wanted to show that even in a serious situation like this, Nitros is still himself, forgetting his prepared lines for using his attack and doing his best to help people, even if they are the enemy.

The moving fortress is known as a "Tri-pod Tank", a "Cerberus Fortress", or by a few as a "Thunder Slug" due to the slow movements it has. The army he is facing here?

Not sure really, if anyone has any good ideas, go ahead and shout em out, lol, I've been thinking maybe it's the renegade knights however their army never seems to be this kind of organized, lol.

Anywho, enjoy, I know I did.