Nicola Tesla’s Autoviathan lowered down to a crouching stance, with technodisintegrator point defense cannons springing out of shoulder ports. Lincoln, wielding the crackling gloves of the Electromancer, positioned himself behind the Autoviathan’s whirring Megacapacitor.

Miyamoto Musashi furiously slashed at the misshapen humanoids and nightmare creations of the Picasso/Dali duo. His attacks cut and slashed the enemies to little effect. Picasso’s humanoids had no obvious vital areas, their alien shapes not held to biology in any form. Dali’s amorphous, flying creatures reformed injuries with a horrible gelatinous efficiency.

Lincoln’s gauntlets poured high voltage power into Tesla’s system and the technodisintegrator cannons rapidly engaged the abstract horrors. Miyamoto’s whirling blades and Tesla’s weaponry defended the vulnerable form of Escher.

Finally, the Autoviathan’s megacapacitor was charged. Tesla’s creation stood full height, and the entire 12th dimension was bathed in a storm of lightning.