Wits feline ears rang with the untold amount of errors that were shrieking from the internal speakers of the glitching Guides, they meandered his way with outstretched arms of mycelium roots and moss. They surrounded him, giving him very little room to make a decision. He grit his teeth and shook his head to concentrate, he couldn't allow them to overwhelm him he needed to get some space.

Like a cornered animal he wanted to lash out and tear his way out of the encirclement, but he knew now that was a fool's errand. As soon as he touched them, their roots would grow into his skin at incredible speeds. He needed to think and let go of his anger to strategically destroy their heads before they could enter his personal bubble.

With that in mind and a quick glance around, Wit maneuvered his sap nuclei with twitches of static, pushing them into the thinnest grouping of fungus guides. He locked them into place with a snap of his fingers, before clenching his other hand into a fist— metaphorically gripping the static reins to his amber tethers.

With an effort of will, he pulled all three of them to the left forcing them to get tangled in one another’s roots. That left a single stumbling Guide in that part of the encirclement. He felt his blood heat up even further —his eyes narrowing in anticipation.

Wit capitalized on the opening by launching himself with a powerful lunge utilizing his incredibly strong [physique]. The jump had him face to face with the mossy Guides head. He took a pivoting step flexing his claws out of his feet to halt his momentum while torquing his body and just like his old friend Zar showed him; he cocked his hand back and threw a vicious haymaker with a fist covered in [exoBark].

The crunch of glass reverberated through his arm with a splash of cold silver and the blinking red lights in the Guides internals faded to black along with its deranged errors. He angled his arm downwards, punching the Guide into the ground further destroying its chassis. He frowned in contemplation staring at the silver coolant dripping down his fists, he hated to admit it, but Zar was right.

If he ever saw his martial arts-obsessed friend again he owed him the rights of I told you so, who knew all that fighting would be helpful in the new world. He thought he just did it because he liked to bully the younger kids, and at the time Wit didn't want to believe physical might could ever triumph over intellect.

“Dex, add that to the ‘badass’ {memo} that move was straight trigonometry,” Wit said quickly rushing past the downed Guide, he was still coming to grips with his increased atheism and coordination, he would have never been able to do that in his human form. Not without loads of practice, that is; there isn’t anything I couldn't do if I put my mind to it.

“Right away, Wit.”

The glitching Guides were on his tail, metaphorically and literally. He kept his static hold on the entangled Guides with his nuclei, dragging them forward to block the other ones from getting to him too easily. There were too many of them, his earlier confidence wilting at the cascading screeches and the glaring red light surrounding him.

He needed a plan to do this effectively or he needed to flee this very second before he lost the escape route he just made; he racked his brain trying to come up with a solution.

He pulled up his species {status} sheet with a thought to Poindexter, seeing if anything immediately stood out that could possibly help him.

Location: Yggdrasil

{Omnisapien} 10 cycles old

-Status- Yellow

Name: Witan

Species Organix

[Exo/Bark] +

[Hive] +

[Multiperspectivity] +

[Nucleiåmberius*]+

[Photosynthesis] +

[Physique] +

[Regeneration] +

[Synesthesia] +

[Zoolingualism] +

His [exoBark] has been so far coming in use in destroying the Guides’ glass heads but there was no way he could get them all in time before they piled on him and he had no way out. Looking at [hive] and [multiperspectivity] gave him a vague idea, he thought back to his earlier conversation with Poindexter.

“Dex, how many of these freaks do I have to deal with?”

“There are currently ninety-eight organisms receiving pings from the anomaly.”

“Pings huh, If computers ever taught me one thing it's signal relays, it's using its signal to force them to do this. Tell me something Dex, are you able to feel the connection between me, One and Zero through [hive]? ” Wit quickly asked while backing up from the growing crowd of mycelium infested Guides, he was happy they were slow.

It took Poindexter a few seconds to reply, checking to see if that was something he could indeed do. Those crucial seconds felt like minutes to the anxious Wit, he started preparing to evacuate to the nearest exit, though he didn't fancy his odds in squeezing in the tight tube in time.

“Yes, with your permission I would be able to hack into the line of connection that you have with your [hive] insects.”

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“Will that be a valid substitute for physical contact?”

“Yes, quite a novel idea Wit,”

“What are your chances of hacking into the anomaly if we get a connection?”

“I would give it a fifty-fifty chance of success,”

“Mathematical,” Wits grin was all teeth and fangs.

He sent a mental order to Zero, who was currently buried in his fur hiding away from all the danger. The small bug blinked its light a few times and took off flying with gusto towards the main anomaly. In the meantime Wit had to survive the horde of Guides long enough for his gamble to pay off.

Unlatching his sticky amber nuclei, he drew them back to himself putting them into orbit around his body. Wit was gonna use them as a buffer for any handsy roots that tried to get too close, he realized these creatures were far too slow to actually do anything to him as long as he kept them in his awareness.

With a plan in place and a better understanding of what he was dealing with, Wit felt more confident in letting loose. I just need to be faster than them, in with a smash and out with a dash.

Clenching both of his [exoBark] clad hands into fist the young Omni went on the offense. He entered the closest of the automatons' range, weaving past its pitiful attempt at grabbing him, and returning an uppercut that cracked but didn't break its glass chassis. He ignored that one for now focusing on the next fungus infested Guide that was in the horde, he couldn't stay in one place for long choosing to only nab hits and make space— this was a bid for time not destruction,

His fists continued to break into glass revealing the Guides blinking insides as he ducked and dodged their wriggling roots. The moment one of them got caught in his orbiting nucleus, he pulled it down to the ground using the magnetic [exoBark] on his feet. With brutal efficiency he raised a foot and stomped with force, relishing in the cold silver fluid that flowed between his toes and cooled his hot blood.

In his peripheral another Guide approached, his prehensile [Exo] tail was already caving it in, painting his appendage in the silver gore. He destroyed another with a left jab and a follow up right coating the floor in more silver blood. He jumped high in the air using his tails as balancers effectively dodging a Guide that tried to throw itself at him, in retaliation he kicked out with precision collapsing its shell, turning off its lights forever.

Wit blinked,

His body moved exactly how he wanted to and he barely felt tired from the physical exertion he was putting it through. His confidence was fully restored which reignited the notion that if he wanted to he could destroy all one hundred glitching Guides.

Which made him rethink his approach since he was no longer in immediate danger. Why destroy them at all? If my plan works, I could make them all mine. It's always better to recycle, he remembered the Guides used to say.

He was practically salivating at the thought of possibly reverse engineering the peak of human technological insights and usurping their database for information. With the Omnitrix and his wits, that and more was all within his reach. A part of him did think they deserved to rest in peace, but that was just him feeling sentimental it wasn't logical. They were machines, the entire purpose of their existence was to be used.

Refocusing, he put his efforts fully into evading and creating space— biding his time for Zero to make contact with the anomaly. Still his body itched for violence as he gave up on the easy hits not wanting to further damage what he was now considering a treasure trove.

He began using his nuclei to subdue and relocate the Guided heads pushing them away and using them as obstacles for the rest of the horde. It was a challenge keeping them all in his line of sight and it proved to be too difficult when he didn't see one of them coming from his blind side. It latched onto his lower back and legs digging its roots into his soft flesh and forcing him to his knees with a yelp.

In an instant his concentration was broken as the pain registered, he lost static control of his nuclei losing his only advantage against the horde. Screaming he tried to use his [exo] tail to break it off but it merely grazed the oddly short mycelium covered automaton barley chipping its chassis. Another Guide used the opportunity to grab his arm, enveloping the appendage in its network of white fungal roots that made up its body, effectively trapping him.

Before he realized it, all the space that he created was gone and he was being dog piled by the horde. They squirmed and wriggled on top of him with wild abandon, forcing their mycelium roots deeper into his body. Wit shook, buckled, punched and kicked in a wild panic trying to dislodge the ever increasing roots entering his body, but they were latched on for good unless he ripped them off.

His mind was a whirlwind of pain and confusion, one second he was winning, controlling the pace of the horde. The next he was taken down, there was no Guide behind him, he had checked he had all the walking fungus bots in his line of sight, how did it get there?!

Wait, who said they all had to all walk, what if some were crawling?

Another blunder, another lack of foresight, why didn't he think of that sooner? He couldn't let it get to him though, not if he wanted to live, as usual he needed to adapt.

Adapt, become suitable for a new use or purpose.

Purpose, the reason for which something is done or the reason something exists.

What's your purpose Witan?

To do the impossible.

Wits mantra centered his focus even when he felt the mycelium electrified roots circling his bones making his body spasm in the most uncomfortable ways, the only thing keeping him alive was his [physique] enhanced muscles and the [exoBark] covering his vitals like his spine, neck and back of his skull. He stopped resisting, realizing escape was futile and hunched over covering his torso with his bark covered hands preventing them from getting to his organs.

They can't break through the [exoBark], I need to grow more! Wit suddenly realized

But the problem was he didnt know how, the pieces that currently adorned him were there from the day he was reborn. But one thing he realized with most of his organix, was that they were all instinct based. His body already knew how to do it, he just had to figure out how to guide it.

Ignoring the excruciating pain as best he could, Wit focused inwards, attempting to find some form of trigger for his [exoBark]. It barely took him a second for his instincts to guide him to the base of his neck, like his body knew what he was looking for.

It felt like a muscle he didn't even know he had, without hesitation he flexed and squeezed it as hard as he could. Jagged black bark began to grow from each vital point already covered in [exoBark], they grew towards each other melding at a rapid pace. As the growth intersected the mycelium roots, the wiggling terrors were sheared off preventing them from doing any further damage.

Once his entire body was covered in a protective shell, he let go of the mental muscle desperately out of breath. He was sweating and hyperventilating at the sheer exertion and nutrient expenditure of growing a full body of armor out of bark. His head swam and the already loud shrieking errors from the glitching Guides somehow became worse.

Gritting his teeth from the oncoming headache he once again summoned his focus, he twitched and his three nuclei zoomed to him on a wave of static. He absorbed them immediately, allowing them to sink into his bark hoping they could deal with the severe damage and left over roots in his body.

He groaned as he laid there now completely protected from the pile of squirming roots thanks to his [exoBark]. The memory of them wiggling around his body tormented him, it reminded him too much of his rebirth. Luckily he could feel the nuclear amber in his blood begin to do its work, with the unbearable itch that came with the healing process.

He decided the best course of action at this point would be to just lay there until Zero fulfilled his mission. C'mon hurry up, it's not like I asked you to go to the divided moon, what's taking you so long?