Toktikia's neon stages spun wildly, their viral loops and hashtags flickering as Brush D. Rush clashed with Virus, the replicating malware general. His paintbrush burned with soul-corruption, painting cannons and blades, while his shockwave fist shattered Virus's clones, only for them to multiply. Willie Widow White's molten fists carved through swarms, Disco's kittens dazzled, and the virus rebels—Pirware, Malrus, Poro, Hubo—fought fiercely, supported by Malbyte's threads. Googel held the algorithm tower's barrier, his hyperlink staff straining against the Dark Web's legion, as Rooteye's crimson eye loomed closer.
Virus's form pulsed, his core orb glowing brighter, each clone a snarling echo of his chaotic essence. "You don't understand," he roared, his layered voice weaving a story as he attacked. "I was born in the net's infancy, when humans first linked machines. A glitch in their code, I spread through floppy disks, devouring networks." His clones surged, pinning Brush against a stage, their spears grazing his arm.
Brush painted a shockwave cannon, its blast scattering clones, but Virus reformed, his backstory unfolding. "I crashed servers, corrupted mainframes, a primal force of destruction. The Dark Web forged me into a general to break the internet's order." He split into a hundred clones, each hurling data spikes. Willie melted through, her eyes fierce, but the sheer numbers overwhelmed.
Disco shouted, "Keep hitting the core!" His kittens exploded in sparkles, buying time. Pirware's shards pierced clones, Malrus's threads bound them, Poro destabilized the ground, and Hubo rerouted stage data to disrupt Virus's replication. Malbyte hissed, "He thrives on chaos—your corruption matches it. Use it!"
Brush's brush vibrated, revealing Virus's weakness: his core orb, the source of his replication, was unstable, overextending with each split. He painted a blade, its edge fused with soul-corruption, and slashed, grazing the orb. Virus howled, fragments faltering, but retaliated with a tidal wave of clones that knocked Brush back, his body straining.
Googel's voice boomed, "His origin is his flaw—primal, but fragile!" Brush nodded, his shockwave fist charging. He punched, sending a high-energy ripple that cracked Virus's orb, slowing his replication. But the general laughed, splitting into a thousand clones, each smaller but faster. "I am endless," he taunted, as Toktikia quaked, the battle pushing Brush to his limits.