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The overall damage done to the Creator was... dissappointing. Despite her appearance, Maxwell seems to be surprisingly endurant, the assault being reduced to small but bleeding cuts. As she deducted the overall attack, the ceiling of the castle began to sag, being replaced by the usual black void, which was filling up with stars. Funny, they seem to be growing...
the Chosen Few panicked briefly, sticking their weaponry up in hopes of blocking the celestial arrows speeding towards them. They then watched as an undefinable ball of space, like a heat-haze in a desert, was flung upwards and formed into a transparent umbrella, blocking the arriving stars.
With the impending doom averted, the Chosen Ones returned their attention to Maxwell. The Robloxian's mechanical arm began to flux, the metal plates expanding, revealing lines of blue light. A hole opened up in its palm, revealing a light, faint at first, then grew into the brightness of a hallway lightbulb. Max held the upper arm with his other hand, preparing to lift up the arm. What made his cyber arm a strong weapon was it's other mode, transforming it into a laser cannon, using it's mini-reactor to generate enough electricity to condense said power into a strong, plasmic beam, proven to melt through several layers of titanium. One would wonder, as pack as the arm was, how Max was able to even lift the damn thing. The simple answer was due to his superhuman strength that made him the muscles of the ragtag group.
Indicating his group to stand to the side, he would lift his arm like a cannon, the palm now glowing like the sun. The glow started to hum, and then a thick beam of incandescant plasma sped towards the Creator with the strength of, well, a large beam of plasma.