The Blurry-Folk watched as multiple shells hit their brethren that were closer to the tank's position and began to charge, falling for the distraction very easily and going for the distant tanks and their accompanying 2 armoured vehicles
"Wait, guys! They don't have a truck with them yet they made it this far! This is obviously a distraction" One of the Coloured-Hearts yelled only stopping a couple Blurry-Folk within earshot and keeping them around, but too little, and faaaaar too late
CRASH SOME CARS INTO AN INCUBUS CHECK: 12 v 10 = Success
You ram through the Blurry-Folk that stayed behind and the incubi they served, crushing them under your tires and doing wheelies in the paste they had become at this moment, Aldo was operating the turret, dispatching any they missed enjoying the feeling of being destined to absolutely beat the asses of these otherworldly beings
Meanwhile Fred, Joe, and Jimmy were charging towards the big bad guy, the main ranged support had been taken down and the troops that stayed in the perimeter around Xarla easily fell before the feeling of burning psychic nails digging into their blurred-brains thanks to Jimmy, who gave a thumbs up since he was finally contributing, occupying his thoughts numbs the pain by a microscopic degree but it's something
Soon they reached it, a throne of concrete and sandsto-
Steel in the engine, oil flowing like the blood of a man, bronze transporting energy throughout the radio, rubber comprising the tires, it is all deconstructed, like a puzzle thrown against the wall, parts separate into chunks separate into pieces separate into atoms
Event-horizon entity approaching
Fate is the only thing keeping the 3 destined ones alive, the hypergeometric hymns of Xarla experiencing momentary slip-ups when attempting to disassemble the ones that would end them, this does not apply to Joe or Jimmy's clothing (They don't get the deluxe protection of fate)
Xarla, black-hole for a heart, pierced by the spear of a doomed roman warrior, skeleton still clinging to the weapon's handle, weeping shiny dust from heaven's bells and timekeeping devices, armour of ever-shifting fool's gold
It had angered the universe, slipped through the gates of heaven like a the vermin it is and stared upon the meaning of life, written on a papyrus scroll made from grass in the hills of a field where gods bleed in penance to reality itself
Reality the absolute, you cannot deny it for you are part of it, Xarla had broken the rules, broken gear, clockwork must work to qualify as such
Fred is here to remove a gear that's out of place, and unlike his ancestor he will not fail his unknown master, he will not fail!
ARM RAISED, THE SINNER COWERS, BUT IN THE END ACCEPTS WHAT MUST COME, AND A FATE GUIDED STRIKE LANDS
Joe and Jimmy just stood there shell-shocked, ears ringing from what just occurred, as was Fred as he held the heart in his hands, all silent, caring very little of the remaining enemy troops being dragged back into the Impossible-Zone via a tear in reality that Fred made during that execution
An armoured vehicle drove to their position, Aldo, Keiko, and 止 hopping out to celebrate, before Keiko and 止 saw the current state of undress among two of the truck-crew, covering their eyes to give them privacy
Aldo's reaction was to take a picture
!Mission Accomplished!