this is crazy

[from_scratch]

Cam is watching a new recording of Atriama, tail swishing in the gap in his couch, and doesn't stop to pause the show when he feels a summons go by.

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[from_scratch]

Cam could fling himself bodily at Behemoth and neither of them would take any damage. Indestructibility just doesn't project enough force. Cam could give himself claws but they'd dull on contact with Endbringer however sharp he made them, just worn away that little bit permitted -

As long as Behemoth's immobile he can try setting up magnetic radiation shields like what he's got around his black hole. They might not work here but it's worth a try.

[wormcan]

Behemoth is still stuck in midair. Thirty feet around him, a translucent sphere appears and starts expanding. The armbands all warn that the kill radius is increasing, but capes are already staying away. The silvery border increases up to several times the normal safe distance, then retracts when Behemoth gets lowered to the ground. He starts trading blows with the people who can trade blows with him.

[from_scratch]

Yup, shields were worthless, fuck. Cam goes back to applying inadequate damage to surface layers and keeping an eye out for other terrain additions that would help.

[wormcan]

Sometimes he'll get messages passed through the armbands from other capes; he's pretty far down the list of fliers but those get requested a lot, or some tinker might ask for a device to be replaced.

Behemoth is focusing on the heavy hitters. Alexandria, Eidolon, Rukavitsa, Athrwys. It's not great for morale when the leaders get repeatedly struck down, but at least they're relatively capable of getting back up. Behemoth is more harried than usual. If he has a goal he's not making much progress toward it.

[from_scratch]

Cam responds to requests. He's versatile, he can give out meds for radiation sickness - pity they're not prophylactic, not the kind he can dose on sight safely - and replace tinkertech and give everybody armbands as they pass into view -

Come on think of something think of something -

[wormcan]

If he doesn't, the battle seems to already be going about as well as these ever do. Not that there aren't a lot of people dying, but for the front line to be mostly holding after this long suggests it'll be a good day. Relatively speaking.

Behemoth objects to this, and blasts Alexandria out of the sky. By the time she's back he has thrown aside some more of the ones who had been slowing him down and started advancing on the squishier capes. There's still the occasional fireball, but if he closes the distance that won't be anyone's largest problem.

[from_scratch]

Cam's trying to think power combos, but everybody famous enough that he knows their powerset is certainly elsewhere occupied. He talks to his armband: "Do we have anybody who can shrink things - make a thing thin enough to cut him? -"

"What do you have in mind?"

"I'm indestructible, but even, say, my hair, won't get anywhere. If somebody could shrink it down and it stayed indestructible -"

"Sending a drone now. Have it ready."

"Oh. Okay."

Cam grows a hair from his head and forms it into a looped skein around his wrist. He hands it to the drone, and anchors himself to the ground as soon as his armband says to.

[wormcan]

Behemoth is tough. Exponentially so. As far as anyone knows, it would take beyond astronomical amounts of pressure to physically slice through one. But powers don't have to make sense, and if the wire's indestructible and small enough....

Behemoth gets decapitated. Then more pieces start getting sliced off, and he explodes. Or at least, there's an explosion and it's centered on him. It launches stone splinters in every direction, fast enough that between the sound and the sharp obsidian fragments making contact there isn't enough time to blink.

[from_scratch]

Good. Good. Good riddance mass murdering fuckhead.

[wormcan]

It doesn't stop him. That's only a flesh wound.

While the armbands list off names of people who got hit by the shrapnel without being as indestructible as Cam is, Behemoth's next retaliatory strike gets interrupted. By Scion. The golden man is the next best thing to omnipotent, and if he isn't damaging Behemoth as much as he could he at least keeps him occupied while other heroes focus on the open wound. This continues for a while while more slivers and chunks fall off the Endbringer.

[from_scratch]

Cam does not understand Scion's priorities.

[wormcan]

Behemoth's idea of a diversion is for everyone to be swamped with more lava than is geologically sensible for this location. A hole opens up with no warning beyond a short quake, and the diversion blasts up and out.

Scion's priority is to stop it. The other heavy hitters keep concentrating their fire on the decreasingly armored Behemoth and trying to hold him in place. If this is a difference in priorities, it's at least a more understandable one.

[from_scratch]

Cam doesn't want to interfere with Scion's lava thing. He just stays put, being an anchor for the hair and concentrating on not allowing it to be damaged. All that hair is definitely part of his body.

...Behemoth's already escalating beyond normal parameters. Cam stretches out a hand and wraps him in fingernail, with plenty of gaps so people can keep hitting.

[wormcan]

Quite a few of the world's most powerful heroes pour in everything they've got. The next time Behemoth detonates, there's nothing visible left.

[from_scratch]

Splendid. Cam trims the nail. The hair can stay until he's surer whoever's got it is done with it.

[wormcan]

Scion disappears, presumably having other emergencies to alleviate. Or at least cats to untree.

After thirty seconds of Behemoth looking really most sincerely dead and the Simurgh not descending from the heavens to kill them all, everyone resumes breathing and cheers.

[from_scratch]

Cam whoops too, and then goes and medical demons for a bit, and then rounds up his surviving volunteers to bring them back to the greater Angola/Namibia Region. All of them are alive! Must have been that cape who can do resurrections. Good of her to show up.

[whole_new_can]

Soon after he's back, less than twenty-four hours, there's a whump noise and a hole appears. There's nothing for a hole to appear in, but that didn't stop it. It opens to a similar bit of rain forest, with rain blowing out of it. It isn't raining.

A purple-costumed cape steps through. "Hi Cam. I'm Tattletale. Have you heard of Kithabel?"