Drowning in a sea of shadows

HG's dark hordes rushed towards us, and despite the blank, empty grey eyes, they conveyed malice with every fibre of their being. Maybe it was the snarling. Or the screaming. Or the fangs. Or the twisted expressions of pure hatred. Or the fact that they were trying kill us.
FDiffy looked thoughtful as he watched their approach. 'I feel like we need something to yell.'
'What?'
'Like 'For Aslan!' or something.'
'Sparta?'
'The future?'
'The past?'
'Freedom?'
I knew exactly who we were fighting for. He'd tried to stop this happening, he'd watched over us for so long, he'd fought HG with everything he had, and he'd given his life trying to bring HG down.
'For Dragon.'
'FOR DRAGON!'
With a roar, we broke our circle and surged forwards to meet our attackers, tearing into them.
With fire in one hand and lightning in the other, I started blasting. I put up a forcefield, but a fighter with blades for arms sliced through it like butter, causing it to flicker and vanish.
I rarely use gravitational manipulation, but this seemed a good time. I created a black hole in front of me, sucking shadow people into nothingness, but after each one it got smaller, winking out of existence after the tenth. Damn. This was going to be a LOT harder than I thought.
Blasting madly in all directions, I checked on the others. Darkblade was charging forwards, sword thrust ahead of him, destroying enemies as the blade plunged straight through any fighter unfortunate enough to get in the way. Blackmage was blasting them by hurling handfuls of blue fire at his attackers, the floor around him eroding in particles of blue light as he converted it to energy.
Maelstrom was disappearing into a swirling torrent of water, sweeping up enemies and churning them round until they dissapated into smoke.
Doom was firing madly, Jump was stabbing with a dagger while teleporting rapidly, dodging every attack, Centaur was taking on a group of fanged, winged, and clawed fighters having morphed his own, Tingle was running through the crowd, holding his arms out, enemies puffing out of existence at his touch.
It was a few hours later that things started to go wrong. Playwrite's telepathy didn't work on their minds, so he'd been given a guards blaster, and was firing lasers with a panicked look. The sheer number of fighters was making up for there frailty. One hit or blast, any decent attack that hit a shadow fighter would destroy them, reducing them to nothing but puffs of black smoke and a small pile of dust, but every time one was destroyed, another would take it's place, and they were getter closer. A blade armed fighter slashed my shoulder, Blackmage had sunk into a ditch caused by his power and was being piled in on, Tingle had suffered burns to his left arm, both of Doom's blasters had run out of power, forcing her to resort to laser vision which, while effective, made it harder for her to see what she was doing. Jump was getting worn out, and the pauses between her jumps were getting longer, leaving her vulnerable to attack. Scorch, far away, was flying through the air, blazing with fire, but was having to flee from a huge number of airborn foes. Darkblade was onto his third sword now, the others having been broken. He had a cut on his cheek, and the ceiling above him was buckling, it's pillars weakened by whatever it was he did to make weapons from them.
It was then we had our first loss. It was so fast, there was nothing any of us could have done. One moment Doolittle was riding a tiger through a crowd of warriors, waving a spear, then there was a scream. The tiger and it's rider were gone, suddenly lost in the depths of the army, leaving nothing but a splatter of blood on a pillar. We yelled, cries of regret and rage, shocked at what had just happened.
I shot past Jingle, destroying an attacker that was sneaking up on him. He flashed a weak smile, ensnaring another with tinsle. I was still determined to reach HG, all my focus on making him pay. I sucked another group of shadowmen into nothing ness with a black hole.
'Ha! You still have Gravitational Manipulation!' Future me was backing past me, firing beams of greenish blue light from his hands. 'Oh I miss that power! Give it to me!'
He grabbed my arm, and I felt a surge of power. My black hole flickered and died.
'What?! Oi! How did you-?!'
'Pete wasn't around. I needed more powers. I found a way.'
He rose into the air, soaring off to help Don. Resisting the urge to follow him and punch him in the face, I kept heading for HG. He started to laugh, gesturing. A huge wave of shadow people swept over me, blocking everything from view.
I have no idea how long I was submerged, but for a long time, all I knew was pain. Pain, and elemental blasts as I tried to free myself. I must have moved while fighting, because suddenly, HG's voice was close, gloating at me from above.
'You see? You are pathetic. Did Moira really think you could stop me? You will die here, Tempest, as Doolittle did, and there is nothing you can do. It may comfort you to think that, by dying now, you will be spared from having to watch the rest of your little friends get struck down, because let me assure you, YOU WILL ALL DIE.'
That was the wrong thing to say. I roared, exploding, a huge dome of fire and electricity blasting in all directions. I saw surprise cross HG's face as every fighter for metres round me was obliterated. Scorch cheered from over head, dropping a water balloon on my head. It broke, and I felt warmth spread through me, and saw my injuries shrinking, the wound in my shoulder healing before my eyes. Scorch passed over the others, dropping more balloons, and I saw Blackmage burst from his ditch in a cloud of firey blue energy. Everyone was being healed, and setting into the army with renewed vigour.
More good news. The hole in the ceiling was suddenly filled with bodies, a stream of people flooding into the room. Somebody was making a ramp of ice from the hole to the ground, and what seemed to be everyone from the forest was rushing down it, eager to join the fray. 'At last!' shouted Darkblade, beaming. He turned to me. We explained the situation. EVERYONE wanted to help. The world was full of equinoxes fighting back against HG, and every single one of them came to support us. Support you. Reuniting VHS spread hope throughout the world, and that's keeping everyone going. Nicely done.'
I gazed round at the two armies, as they tore into each other, both sides determined to do as much damage as possible. But now it was a much fairer fight. I grinned. Maybe there was a chance. Maybe this wasn't so impossible. Maybe we could win this afterall.