One Final Effort Who: Higgs and those who said they would help fight him. Where: A large open area of the station and the Seam. What: Higgs is defeated When: After Loki's planning session Rating: Low Open: No Status: Closed
Body
All of the protections of the mind in the worlds couldn’t change the fact that you could feel a battle coming. The hair stood tall on Higgs’ skin with the anticipation of it. He selected a venue grand, wide and tall, with space for them all who would come. Space for his own creations and theirs. If they wanted him gone they would have to claw him, tooth and nail, like a bloated tick from the very firmament of reality.
He wasn’t truly human any more, Higgs was the embodiment of his namesake and his Patron’s corruption of the concept. The dark energy of the God Particle. Evil. When they did come for him, he held back none of his powers, he showed no restraint. He shot to kill. He fought dirty. He didn’t play. He threw every creature at them. He made it rain his ageing rains. He pooled the ground with knee height tar that sprouted hands that dragged into it’s suffocating depths.
But in the end, for all of Higgs’ vicious tactics, he lacked one thing that those facing him had. Allies. Someone truly watching his back. Someone keeping him alive. Someone looking out for him.
Filled with hubris, “safe” in the knowledge that he would simply come back and fight and fight until they were so exhausted he would simply snuff the light from their eyes easier than hooding a candle, he fought without caution.
His creatures died to magics, sabers, omniblade, hammer and firepower. Dragontooth tore them to shreds. Tar was shifted by Force and will. The clouds of rain were parted with great shouts to return and be banished again. In the end, their collective might overwhelmed him. In the end, Higgs’ body finally stopped fighting.
Those fighting physically took a collective breath. All they could do now was wait and hope that those not present here and not defending the more vulnerable on the station would win.
Soul
Higgs’ appeared in the Seam, and knew something was wrong. The group lay in ambush for him struck out together in a vicious strike at what was left of his soul-pattern. He desperately defended himself, fighting harder and more viciously, a cornered beast. They would notice him trying to get to a safe spot in the seam to transition back to the real and quickly adapted their tactics, staggering and shifting between each of them to keep him constantly on the defensive.
It felt like it lasted hours, but before long, Higgs tired. On his knees, mentally and physically drained, the final blow fell to Abra. Just like he had planned to do to her friends, she snuffed out the light in his eyes with her Shine, ripping him to pieces.
The seam, now no longer supported by a repatriate, began to collapse. It spat the group out into the real where their friends were waiting.
Immediately, they noticed their number was larger. Those of their friends who were missing or replaced (with the exception of Miguel) were also with them.