Oblivion: Reincarnated as a space beast

Chapter 11: The Devourer's Fury

The air crackled with anticipation, the tension palpable as Onslaught's roar echoed across the ravaged coastline. His gaze, burning with primal fury, remained fixed on the descending form of Oblivion, utterly disregarding the comparatively insignificant forms of the Jaegers. This was a personal vendetta, a challenge issued and accepted between apex predators.

Striker Eureka, piloted by Herc and Chuck Hansen, unleashed a volley of missiles, hoping to draw Onslaught's attention. The explosives impacted against the Kaiju's thick hide, erupting in bursts of fire and smoke, but the monstrous creature barely flinched, casually swatting away the remaining projectiles with a sweep of its massive claw. Gipsy Danger, with Raleigh and Mako in the Drift, advanced, the hum of its chain swords a low growl in the tense silence, but Onslaught remained unmoved, his focus unwavering.

Oblivion landed with earth-shattering force, the ground trembling beneath the impact. Almost instantaneously, a wave of golden energy rippled across his obsidian scales as his form began to expand, growing to match the imposing size of both Onslaught and Atlas. The transformation was a spectacle of raw power, a visible manifestation of his ability to manipulate his own physical form.

Atlas, its icy blue eyes calculating, observed the shifting mass of Oblivion. The cyborg shifted its stance, adjusting its grip on its massive obsidian sword, preparing to engage the newly arrived titan.

Oblivion, now fully grown, met Onslaught's charge head-on. The clash of titans was a brutal ballet of raw power. Onslaught's powerful slams and bites targeted Oblivion relentlessly, each blow carrying the force of a battering ram. Oblivion, however, was a master of adaptation. He used his vast wings not only for defense, intercepting blows with their razor-sharp edges, creating screeching sounds of metal on scale, but also as offensive weapons. Powerful gusts of wind erupted from his wings, staggering Onslaught and disrupting his attacks. He followed up with swift, clawed strikes from his wings, tearing deep gashes in the Kaiju's thick hide.

As Atlas swung its obsidian sword at Oblivion's flank, Oblivion swiftly angled one of his wings to intercept the blow. Sparks flew as the dark, shimmering material of his wing scraped against the black blade.

Simultaneously, his sharp, whip-like tail lashed out from behind, striking Onslaught across the face with tremendous force. The blow momentarily disoriented the enraged Kaiju, preventing him from capitalizing on Atlas's attack.

Then, Onslaught unleashed his bio-acoustic pulse. A wave of intensely focused sonic energy erupted from his throat, an invisible weapon that bypassed physical defenses and targeted the very core of Oblivion's sensory organs. Oblivion staggered, his head snapping back, a guttural groan escaping him as the world around him blurred and distorted. His golden eyes flickered, losing their usual sharp focus.

Sensing Oblivion's disorientation, Atlas pressed its attack, slashing at his exposed side with its obsidian sword. The blade tore through Oblivion's scales, leaving a deep, bleeding gash.

The Jaegers, realizing their conventional weaponry was having little effect against Onslaught's rapidly regenerating wounds and Atlas's superior armor, shifted their strategy. "Striker, fall back and support Gipsy!" Herc yelled, his voice strained. "We're not doing anything here against those two!"

As Striker Eureka retreated to assist Gipsy Danger in keeping Atlas occupied, Raleigh, desperate to find a way to turn the tide, attempted to establish communication with the cyborg. "Atlas, this is Gipsy Danger! Stand down! We can work together—"

A cold, mechanical voice, laced with static, cut through the comms. "Cease your interference, human. This is my hunt. I will eliminate these creatures."

Oblivion, reeling from the combined assault of the sonic pulse and the fresh wound, understood the gravity of the situation. He was an apex predator, one of the most dangerous beings in the universe, a survivor of countless battles against unimaginable foes. But this was different. Onslaught's raw power and regenerative abilities, combined with Atlas's tactical precision, advanced weaponry – wrist-mounted plasma cannons and shoulder missile launchers – and clear human-like combat experience, created a near-impossible challenge. He could perhaps take them one-on-one, but two-on-one? Even with the inherited memories of millennia of combat against reality-warping aliens, the odds were overwhelmingly stacked against him. The Jaegers, despite their valiant efforts, were only buying him precious seconds.

Onslaught, sensing Oblivion's vulnerability, unleashed a powerful headbutt, slamming into Oblivion's chest with the force of a runaway train. Cracks spiderwebbed across his obsidian armor. Before Oblivion could recover, Atlas pressed the attack, driving its obsidian sword deep into the existing wound on his flank, twisting the blade cruelly.

Oblivion roared in pain, a sound that resonated across the battlefield. He knew he couldn't win this fight head-on. He needed to change the rules of engagement, to create a new dynamic. He needed a change of scenery.

As Atlas pulled its sword free, preparing another devastating strike, Oblivion made his move. With a sudden surge of adrenaline-fueled strength, he seized Atlas by its metallic arm, hoisting the massive cyborg into the air. Atlas, caught off guard by the unexpected maneuver, instinctively fired its wrist-mounted plasma cannons at Oblivion's face, but the searing blasts glanced harmlessly off his thick hide.

Ignoring the heat and the searing pain in his flank, Oblivion, using Atlas as a makeshift weapon, hurled the struggling cyborg towards Onslaught. The impact sent both titans staggering, creating a momentary window of opportunity. In that fleeting moment of chaos, Oblivion seized his chance. He lunged forward, seizing Atlas's own obsidian sword, still slick with his own dark blood, and with all his remaining strength, drove the blade deep into Onslaught's exposed neck, piercing through vital organs.

Onslaught roared, a sound of pain and disbelief, before collapsing to the ground, his massive form crashing into the ruined cityscape. The energy he had been using to regenerate was now desperately being used to try and dislodge the sword.

Oblivion, exhausted and severely wounded, knew he couldn't remain. Atlas, enraged at being used as a weapon, turned its full fury on him. The Jaegers, seeing Onslaught fall, now focused all their firepower on Atlas, attempting to distract the enraged cyborg.

Oblivion spread his vast, damaged wings. Ignoring the agonizing pain and the pursuing Atlas, he launched himself into the air, rising above the battlefield, leaving the chaos and destruction below. He needed to recover, to regroup, to plan his next move. This fight was far from over.

Oblivion beat his damaged wings, ascending rapidly. Atlas, roaring in fury, pursued, firing its shoulder-mounted missiles. Oblivion dodged and weaved, the explosions rocking the air around him, but he couldn't shake the cyborg. Atlas, propelled by powerful thrusters built into its legs, gained ground.

Reaching a significant altitude, Oblivion leveled off. He turned to face Atlas, his golden eyes burning with a fierce determination. He had a plan. As Atlas closed in, its obsidian sword glowing red-hot and arcs of electricity crackling around its metallic form like a living storm, Oblivion made his move.

He lunged, catching Atlas in a powerful grapple. The cyborg struggled, its plasma cannons firing point-blank into Oblivion's face. The searing blasts scorched his scales, but he held on tight. With a mighty roar, Oblivion spun, using his momentum to hurl Atlas downwards in a devastating seismic toss.

Atlas plummeted towards the earth, a streak of metal and fire. The impact was cataclysmic, creating a massive crater and sending shockwaves rippling across the devastated landscape. Dust and debris billowed into the air, obscuring the scene.

But even as the dust settled, a monstrous roar echoed from the wreckage. Onslaught, battered and bleeding, but far from defeated, rose to his feet. The obsidian sword still protruded from his neck, but his regenerative abilities were already working to seal the wound. He turned his attention to the airborne Oblivion, his eyes filled with rage.

Oblivion, battered and bruised, knew he was running out of options. He needed to stop Atlas, at least momentarily. He focused his energy, drawing on the immense power that lay dormant within him. He was close to achieving his full form, the third horn almost fully emerged, and with it, the ability to unleash a powerful EMP. This was a desperate measure, one that would further weaken him, but he had no other choice.

With a surge of power, Oblivion unleashed a short, intense EMP burst. The electromagnetic pulse washed over the battlefield, disrupting electronic systems and causing sparks to fly. Atlas, caught in the blast, shuddered violently as its systems overloaded. The electricity encasing its form flickered and died, and the red glow of its sword faded.

The cyborg stood frozen, momentarily paralyzed.

The effect on Onslaught was minimal, his biology unaffected by electromagnetic interference, but it gave Oblivion the precious seconds he needed. He descended towards the ground, landing heavily near Atlas.

He knew this wasn't enough. Atlas would recover soon. He needed a decisive move, something that would end this fight quickly. He looked towards the Breach, a swirling vortex of energy in the distance. A plan began to form in his mind.

He focused his energy again, this time channeling a different kind of power, a primal, untamed force that lay deep within his genetic makeup. He was a Devourer, one of the most feared apex predator species in the universe, and now, he would show them why.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, growing in intensity until it became a deafening roar. His obsidian scales began to glow with an internal light, and his muscles bulged. His movements became faster, more ferocious, fueled by a raw, unrestrained power. He had activated his species' ultimate ability: Berserk.

His rationale faded, replaced by a primal instinct to destroy. But even in this state of heightened aggression, a sliver of his consciousness remained, guiding his actions. He knew he couldn't defeat both titans in his current condition, not in a prolonged fight. He needed to change the battlefield. He needed to take them to the Breach.

He turned his attention to Atlas, now beginning to recover from the EMP. With a speed that belied his size, Oblivion lunged, grabbing the cyborg once more. This time, instead of throwing him, he began to drag him towards the Breach, using his enhanced strength to pull the struggling cyborg across the ravaged landscape. He then turned to face onslaught who was charging towards him with renewed fury, oblivion roared and charged towards onslaught now fueled by rage and adrenaline. The final battle was about to begin.