Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Crowley slammed his fist down into the earth of the shattering dimension he had created.
"Time to go." he reported back to Aziraphale, a slight smile on his face. "And I am very sorry. Keep my physical body safe, just in case. But right now I need to interact with those souls, to understand them....maybe even save them. This is our world there. And I intend to protect it however I can..." he sighed, looking so very old and tired now. "
His eyes glowed as they stared into the sky above, as the sky above began to unfold. The stars in the sky began to collapse and twinkle out of the sky, despite how everyone wondered what they are, and the sky revealed nothing but blackness, creeping down immensely upon them.
It was around this time that everyone still in the pocket universe realised they should most definitely run. Wherever Crowley was now, mentally, his physical body had dropped down to the ground to be carried away to some safety.
Silently, Aziraphale pressed down on the gas pedal.
With a sudden jerk and an ear-splitting roar, the rockets underneath the van activated and threw it hurtling forwards in a straight line, traveling at exactly that speeds "rocket-powered van traveling through a vacuum" implies. They flew forward like an arrow shot into the sky, leaving behind a trail of smoke which marked the path towards Kronos. Aziraphale poked his head out and glanced up at Fred. It would be really quite devastating if we found out now that we can't breath out here, he mused to himself.
"Fire at the Titan!" he barked, "Fire everything!"
And what an everything it was! Primarily paintballs, of course, but the ammunition Fred found suggested that Howard Harker would do anything to win a paintball game; up to and especially war crimes.
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Michael continued to look at the Android Leader with scepticism. "Alright, cowboy." he said in his best American accent before switching back. "Why should I go anywhere? Answer my bloody question."
"Because," the Android Leader said, "I'm besieging this tree. You are besieged."
He was growing rather annoyed, "Look, just fuck off, right? I can already tell that that fucker will be much more fun to kill than you, so I don't want to have to waste my time. You know you're going to lose, just give in and go hide in a dark corner somewhere while the adults chat."