Now for more of my story, which I have not finally gotten myself to finish.
A short while later, the NME had reached the upper floors of the building, all windswept corridors and rooms devoted to strange, massive devices. He would have loved to investigate them further, but he needed to move fast if he was going to get out of here before it all went to hell in a hand basket; a process that neared completion, if the omnipresent sounds of violence filtering in from outside were any judge.
At last, the NME had reached the roof. It was then that he placed his palm over his face and groaned: He had screwed up royally by climbing the wrong building. At least there was a good view from up here. He could see the gigantic battle that consumed the entirety of the compound.
From here he could see that the battle had definitely grown in scale since he last saw it, with the dreaded Sinistar hovering overhead, unleashing great swarms of automated death onto the field below, and Great Cthulhu himself, his inconceivable form made all the more terrible for it's cold, robotic fixtures dwarfing a great number of the buildings on the side of the cyborgs.
The other side was somewhat less visible in form, but no less effective. Luckily, his cybernetic eye was feeling amiable at the moment, and after a short period of searching he was able to spot workerdrone massacring everything he could see, a prospect that would be more impressive were it not for the fact that he was engaging Cthulhu in close combat with his chainsword. Not that that stopped him from annihilating anything that tried to move in hearing range, but it did cut down on the intimidation factor somewhat.
Then, he saw a few of the others, startling him and almost making him fall off the side of the skyscraper. He had just seen the chin himself, with the baron behind, riding his motorcycle around the place and making anything unlucky enough to be in his way go flying. This was impressive by itself, but not that shocking. No, that honor belonged to his rider, Sofia, who was currently wielding a weapon officially designated the "17X-Mass Disruptor and wide-beam scourer", informally known as the "apocalypse". It was a weapon designed for transgenic designer soldiers five times her stature, with three back-up spines. She was using it as an ordinary soldier would use a common rifle. Considering this, it was an impressive feat that NME didn't faint.
