Galaxy Tank

The fight began with the death of an entire galaxy.

As Letter and The Other each shed their mortal shells and revealed their full nigh-omnipotent power, Letter grabbed hold of a fringe galaxy held in reserve on the edge of the Scrambleverse, a backup imprinted with an exact replica of every fighter, every round, and every decision made over the course of the Scramble. Holding it in his unfathomably large palm like a handful of water, Letter pulled it through space until it built up enough momentum to breach the light barrier, sending it screaming across the void into The Other like a cosmic trebuchet. The galaxy crashed into The Other's growing astral form with a cataclysmic explosion that sent shockwaves rippling throughout the Scrambleverse, shattering the timelines too short-lived to be hardened by exposure to metaversal tampering on this level. If there was one small comfort in Letter's mind as he watched the timelines evaporate, it was the knowledge that this high up on the food chain, death came swift and silent. No fear, no pain... no warning.

Cosmic dust blanketed the area surrounding The Other, shaping itself into new nebulas and infant worlds in the twisting miasma left behind in the wake of the attack. He'd have to wipe those out before he headed back to reset the match at hand- if any fragments of The Other latched onto those worlds, it'd be a whole weekend of glassing planets instead of playing Ace Attorney, and that sounded like the worst case scenario if Letter had ever... heard... one...

From the infinitely vast cloud of shattered worlds and stardust came a clawed hand, armed with dying stars and armored in the void itself. The Other, its power fully realized despite Letter's surprise attack, pushed aside the rubble of trillions of planets and stepped from the cloud of cosmic dust without a single sign of damage.

(...)

They clashed again, but this time Letter was playing keep-away, distancing himself from The Other’s corrupting influence as he upped the stakes as many times as he could manage. When chucking galaxies like shuriken failed, Letter tore apart the universes of past Scrambles, using the shattered shards of reality like shrapnel in a grenade. When that failed, he sent parallel timelines crashing into each other, forming anomalies in space-time to break the chain between cause and effect and hopefully negate The Other’s existence altogether. When that failed, Letter pulled from conceptual Scrambles, primordial ideas with raw power like untended flames, crashing them against The Other in a fruitless attempt to bury the creature under the pure weight of concept.

None of it so much as slowed The Other down. Without any other avenue remaining Letter cut loose with every ounce of raw physical force he could possibly muster- empowering his astral form with the essence of the Scramble itself, Letter unleashed trillions upon trillions of blows in the space of an infinite second, specifically 83,947,523,745,973 blows per femtosecond multiplied by the 343 extra arms he grew from the concept of the Scramble prior to the assault, screaming a proud ORA for each and every one. All of it amounted to nothing against The Other.

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