Toktikia's algorithm tower pulsed, its neon stages buckling under the chaos of Brush D. Rush's battle with Virus. The malware general's replicating clones swarmed, a writhing mass of snarling code fragments, his core orb glowing with primal malice. Brush's paintbrush blazed with soul-corruption, painting shields and cannons, while his shockwave fist unleashed ripples that shattered clones. Willie Widow White melted through swarms with her red-hot fists, Disco's kittens dazzled, and the virus rebels—Pirware's shards, Malrus's threads, Poro's burrowing, Hubo's gears—fought in sync. Malbyte's threads bound clones, and Googel's hyperlink barrier held firm, though Rooteye's roots crept closer, threatening the internet's cores.
Virus's voice thundered, revealing more of his past. "I toppled the first networks, spread fear through Y2K, and now I serve the legion to end all order!" His clones merged, forming a colossal avatar, its orb pulsing faster, destabilizing Toktikia's rhythm. Brush's brush vibrated, confirming Googel's warning: the orb's over-replication was its weakness.
Brush painted a massive cannon, its barrel infused with soul-corruption and shockwave energy. "You're not endless," he said, firing a beam that struck the orb, cracking it. Virus roared, splitting into countless micro-clones, each darting with lethal speed. They overwhelmed Willie, pinned Disco, and scattered the rebels, but Malbyte's threads wove a net, slowing them.
"Your past doesn't scare me," Brush said, his soul steady despite 4-Chan's lingering deceptions. He punched, his corrupted fist unleashing a shockwave that obliterated hundreds of clones. Virus's orb flickered, its replication faltering. "I was chaos before you were born," Virus snarled, merging into a towering form, hurling a storm of data spikes.
Googel shouted, "Now, Brush! His core can't sustain!" Brush painted a final blade, its edge a fusion of his soul's resolve and corruption's chaos. He charged, dodging spikes in a blur of speed, and slashed the orb. It shattered, releasing a scream of collapsing code. Virus's form dissolved, fragments scattering like digital ash.
Toktikia stabilized, its stages spinning anew. Willie and Disco rallied, the rebels cheering, Malbyte nodding. Googel lowered his staff, his browser-face solemn. "You've stopped one general, but eleven remain." Brush gripped his brush, its power refined, ready for Agent Privacy's base as Rooteye's crimson eye loomed, signaling the legion's next move