Battlefield — Yellow Diamond vs. Bismutrine
"We convinced you for all the wrong reasons... and we're sorry." You're sorry. You are us. But we couldn't just leave it like this.
That single thought raced through the fusion's mind as the ground shattered beneath their feet.
Bismutrine.
That was the name they had chosen. And there was no time for second-guessing.
Yellow Diamond stabilized herself mid-air, recovering from the previous impact. Her gaze sharpened, sizing up the opponent, calculating every move.
"A fusion..." she muttered. "And an unstable one at that."
Bismutrine didn't answer. Hands already slammed into the dirt, the earth vibrated before surging upward. Massive stone pillars erupted like spears, aiming to pierce Yellow from below.
Yellow reacted instantly. Her body flared with light as she leapt, spinning effortlessly through the air. With a single, devastating leg sweep—
BOOM
She obliterated the pillars before they could even touch her, sending jagged fragments flying in every direction.
"Pathetic," she spat out.
Down she came—fast, direct, going for a decisive strike. Bismutrine crossed their arms, materializing Garnet's gauntlets just in time.
Impact.
The collision shook the entire landscape, caving in the ground beneath their feet. Bismutrine held their ground, but barely.
...She's strong, they thought. There was zero margin for error.
They activated everything at once. Peridot's control kicked in, turning the earth under Yellow's feet into a shifting trap designed to lock her down.
Yellow just smirked. "Predictable."
She discharged a burst of raw energy, disintegrating the ground around her. Freeing herself, she counterattacked with a direct, lethal punch.
Bismutrine didn't try to block it. Instead, they shapeshifted—their body liquefying and slipping right past the strike. From below, a massive forge-hammer formed by Bismuth slammed straight into Yellow's leg.
CRACK
It didn't break her leg, but it forced her back. That was enough.
"Fine," Yellow said, her eyes lighting up. For the first time... she was actually interested.
Bismutrine caught their breath. They couldn't beat her in sheer power, nor in speed. But—
We can predict her.
Garnet's voice resonated from within. Future Vision. Pathways. Choices.
Yellow lunged forward again, but Bismutrine was already a step ahead. Having seen the move, they dodged early and counterattacked—gauntlets raised, earth surging behind her to pin her down.
Yellow shattered the stone structure, but she was a fraction of a second too late. The follow-up strike connected cleanly, driving her backward.
"...Interesting," Yellow muttered. Now, she was taking this dead seriously.
She raised both hands, her yellow energy swelling—brighter, hotter, far more dangerous.
"Then stop playing around."
The air vibrated under the mounting pressure. Bismutrine clenched their fists as the earth answered their call, forging a massive arsenal of weapons—shields, spikes, hammers, all at once.
Two overwhelming forces, locked on a collision course.
And in the background—Steven was transforming.
Bismutrine knew what was at stake. Failure wasn't an option. If Yellow got past them, everything was going to hell.
"...Let's go again."
Without a shred of hesitation, they charged straight at a Diamond.
Battlefield — Blue Diamond vs. Violette
Things were going terribly.
From the moment Garnet announced Steven would be fighting a Diamond, there was no argument—only a quiet, grim acceptance. Three against one, and even then... it wasn't enough.
Violette hit the dirt hard, kicking up a cloud of dust. Her breathing was ragged, but her eyes never left the figure looming ahead.
Blue Diamond.
Immense. Unreachable. Yet... distracted. Her gaze remained fixed on the pod—on him.
"...You won't touch my boy," Violette said, slowly pushing herself up. Her voice was firm, completely devoid of fear.
Blue Diamond blinked, as if dragged back into the present moment.
"...Are you speaking of Pink?" she whispered, eyes still glued to the pod. "I don't understand what's happening... but she came back." Her expression hardened into something cold. "And I won't let them break her again."
This time, Blue looked directly at Violette. That alone... was catastrophic.
Blue's aura erupted—heavy, suffocating, drowned in grief. The very air slowed down. Tears began to float around her, suspended like small, glowing spheres, each one heavy with pain, loss, and anguish.
Yet Violette didn't step back. She couldn't. Not with Lapis inside the fusion, not with that sheer level of resolve, and certainly not with Steven standing right there.
Blue raised her hand, sending the tears raining down like projectiles. They weren't meant to destroy... but to overwhelm, crushing the spirit and forcing compliance.
Violette sprouted her wings of brilliant, solid light. Summoning her bow, she pulled the string taut and fired.
The light arrows cut through the air, slicing through the tears and dispelling them mid-flight. These weren't just attacks; they were precise, calculated decisions.
Blue descended. She didn't run or dodge; she simply took the hits head-on. The arrows dissolved against her form before dealing real damage, but they forced her forward—forcing her to move, to react.
"Persistent..." Blue murmured.
Then, the ground beneath Violette instantly turned to water. A massive pool trapped her legs, pulling her down to immobilize her.
Lapis reacted instantly. The water answered back—separating, surging upward, and exploding outward to set Violette free.
Without missing a beat, Violette spun. Her wings fragmented and hardened, morphing into spinning buzzsaws of solid light. She launched them straight at Blue, tearing through the air.
Blue raised an arm to block. But this time, she actually felt the hit. The saws weren't emotional constructs; they were brutal, physical force. They drove her back—one step, then another.
Violette hit the ground, wingless for the moment, catching her breath and assessing the situation.
"...Interesting," Blue said. But the distraction was gone. The hesitation vanished.
Her aura surged exponentially. The tears were no longer just a few floating spheres; hundreds, thousands filled the space, pressing down—crushing not the body, but the mind.
Violette refused to yield. She couldn't, not knowing what hung in the balance. She raised her bow once more—wingless, exhausted, and at a massive disadvantage.
"Come on," she whispered.
Blue advanced.
The clash ignited once more—deadlier, fiercer, because now both were fighting with everything they had.
Battlefield — Steven vs. White Diamond
White Diamond grit her teeth in silence. Her eyes shifted as she evaluated Steven's new form, and she acted before he could even register it.
With a subtle gesture, White Pearl was dragged toward her like an obedient reflex. The light intensified exponentially, White's presence expanding as they fused. Her overall appearance didn't shift dramatically, but the spike in raw power was immediate and terrifying.
Steven felt it. It reminded him of Peridot—how she moved when she wasn't herself. He grit his teeth, but he didn't falter. There was no room for doubt anymore.
They locked eyes in total silence. Then, they moved.
Steven grew, his body expanding until he matched White's towering height. His new form was imposing, unstable, and wildly dangerous.
He launched himself forward, driving a heavy, clean uppercut straight toward White's chin. White caught it with a single hand. The impact echoed across the field, vibrating the air and tearing the ground apart.
Steven didn't stop. A second strike was already coming in—fast, direct, aimed straight for her gem.
White saw it at the last microsecond. Her composure broke, her face draining of color as she barely dodged. The fist grazed past her, the sheer kinetic pressure warping the air around them.
A second of dead silence passed.
White stared at him, realizing the truth. This wasn't Pink. Not entirely. This was... something else. And the look in his eyes wasn't hesitation—it was lethal intent.
"...So this is your limit," she whispered, and went on the attack.
Her speed spiked, vanishing from sight and reappearing at his flank with a descending blow. Steven crossed his arms to block the impact. The ground caved in beneath him, but he held his ground, pushing back and unleashing a point-blank burst of pink energy.
White blocked it, but the explosion blew her back.
Steven gave her no room to breathe. He threw himself forward, spinning in mid-air to form multiple pink energy constructs—not simple projectiles, but physical extensions like claws and extra limbs attempting to trap her from every angle.
White countered with absolute control. Her light expanded, disintegrating some constructs and deflecting others. But one managed to break through, clamping tightly around her arm.
Steven yanked her forward with brutal strength, bringing his other hand around in a direct strike to her face.
The impact launched her. For the first time... she was thrown back.
White crashed into the earth, fracturing the terrain. She stood up almost immediately, but the confident smile was gone.
"...This isn't a game anymore."
Her aura exploded—purer, more intense, and far deadlier.
Steven descended slowly, heavily. His form vibrated with overflowing energy, his eyes locked onto hers.
"I know."
He charged again.
This time, there was no strategy, no pauses—just raw power colliding with raw power. Hits that shook the continent, impacts that split the bedrock, energy clashes warping atmospheric pressure.
Steven pushed; White endured. White counterattacked; Steven regenerated, adapting, becoming more aggressive, faster... more monstrous.
Every exchange grew more violent than the last. Every second, more fatal.
And through the chaos, one truth became crystal clear: Steven was no longer fighting to convince her.
He was fighting to win. At any cost.
The air hung heavy—not just from raw power, but from sheer exhaustion.
Both were breathing differently now. Steven, because this form was completely new; White, because he wasn't backing down.
They stared at each other in a silence that lasted far too long.
"...Pink," White said.
Steven raised an eyebrow, wiping away blood with his sleeve—blood that healed almost instantaneously.
"What?" he snapped, cold and dry.
"Don't you see... the damage you're causing to the Empire?" She gestured around them.
Thousands, millions of Gems stood watching. Nobody moved. Nobody intervened. They just... watched.
Steven followed her gaze, then brought his eyes right back to her.
"Are you serious?" he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion.
White frowned. The guilt trip hadn't worked.
Steven glanced to the side. Blue was watching him with that look—the one that hurt worse than any physical strike. He gave her a subtle gesture, telling her to stay back. Blue nodded, stepping down her pace.
Further out, Yellow was still fighting, fully focused and dead serious. No opening there.
Steven turned back to White. Silence.
"I'll..."
"Kill..."
"You."
White shook her head. "Is this how you thank me, little star?" she asked, sounding almost disappointed. "By putting me through... this?"
Steven's expression didn't shift an inch. Nothing.
"...Tch," White scoffed. "You used to fall for that."
Steven processed the thought. Jasper. Strategy. Aggression. Pace. No. None of that applied here. This was entirely different.
He set his stance—one foot forward, one back, low center of gravity. Stable.
Energy surged in response. Razor-sharp, volatile claws of light materialized around his hands. Compact, living pink armor coated his entire body.
White shifted her posture as well—serious, no smile, no mask. A long, flawless spear of pure light appeared in her hand.
They locked eyes... and moved.
White struck first—a clean, silent advance. The spear thrust through the air straight for his torso. Steven didn't retreat; he pivoted, letting the tip graze his armor while closing the distance. His claws slammed into the shaft of her spear.
Sparks flew. Pressure built.
White whipped her wrist, changing the spear's angle in an instant—aiming straight for his gem. Always the gem.
Steven saw it a fraction of a second too late. He leaned back as the tip grazed his chest. Pain surged, but he didn't stop.
He counterattacked with a claw swipe straight for her neck. White released the spear, vanished, and reappeared at his side to land a heavy strike.
Steven blocked it, but the impact dragged him back, splitting the ground beneath his feet.
He didn't fall. He dug a claw into the earth, launched himself forward, and closed in once more.
Faster. Far more aggressive.
This time, he wasn't looking to land clean hits; he was breaking her rhythm. His claws slashed from bizarre, irregular, unpredictable angles. It wasn't technique—it was pure instinct.
White yielded ground for the very first time. Not from damage, but from sheer tactical calculation.
The spear rematerialized in her hand—faster, far more precise now. Every thrust was executed to end the fight, not to test him.
Steven began taking damage—shallow cuts, blunt impacts, overwhelming pressure. He regenerated, but the fatigue was catching up to him.
Then, he changed tactics. He stopped reacting and started anticipating.
He parried one thrust, deflected another, and as White tried to disengage—he caught her.
His claw clamped tightly around White's arm with brutal force.
"Got you."
White didn't answer. Her eyes dropped to his claw... and she smiled.
Light exploded.
Steven was thrown back, tumbling across the dirt before forcing himself back up, noticeably slower this time.
White hovered down, pristine, yet... her breathing was shallow.
Both were feeling the strain. The next exchange was going to be horrific.
They were no longer testing each other. They were figuring out how to kill one another.
Steven didn't wait. He ran, and the ground detonated under his feet as they both launched into the sky.
It wasn't a jump—it was raw, unadulterated flight. Two unstoppable forces ascending as the atmosphere warped around them.
They collided in mid-air. The impacts didn't just sound—they thundered. Moving at absurd speeds across the sky, their exchange of blows left visible shockwaves rippling through the air.
Below, Peridots were recording—illegal, strictly forbidden, but impossible to look away from. A clash of gods.
Steven unleashed constant bursts of pink energy—not randomly, but to maintain relentless pressure, forcing White to move, block, and react. Every explosion lit up the barren, cloudless sky.
White sliced through the attacks—sometimes blocking, sometimes tanking them, sometimes simply teleporting to another vector. Her spear gleamed with every movement, forever hunting his gem.
Always the gem.
Steven picked up on the pattern and adapted.
He feinted a head-on charge. White took the bait, driving her spear forward. Steven spun, letting the weapon glide past him, and closed the gap completely.
Impact.
Direct to the core.
The strike was brutal. His fist sunk deep into White's abdomen—right where White Pearl's gem was embedded.
For a split second, everything froze.
White's eyes widened—not from physical pain, but from utter shock.
Steven didn't hesitate. His hand plunged deeper, grabbed the gem... and pulled.
The gem was ripped free.
An impossible silence gripped the battlefield.
Steven bubbled the gem instantly in a sealed pink sphere and absorbed it straight into his own gem.
White recoiled, her physical form glitching violently. The fusion shattered.
For the second time in her existence, White Diamond had terror written across her face.
Steven hovered right in front of her, breathing heavily, locking eyes with her.
"...Now it's just us."
Because the fight had just fundamentally changed.
Steven's strike hadn't been normal. His pink energy had seeped deep into White Diamond's light form, and in that instant, she realized it: they couldn't coexist. Not like this. Not without fusing, and they were anything but fused.
The physical reaction was immediate, violent, and absolute: REPULSION.
White Diamond was blasted backward—far violently than before. The impact of her crash carved out a crater... no, a void the size of a city.
Steven drifted down slowly. The air vibrated with leftover energy. His eyes remained locked on her.
The other Diamonds halted. The fusions froze. Everything came to a dead stop.
The four of them gathered, witnessing the aftermath.
White Diamond was lying in the crater. Broken. Not completely... but enough.
Steven walked up—slow, heavy steps—and stopped right above her. He looked down at her.
And yet, she looked back at him with that same defiant stare, as if she knew. As if she understood he wouldn't go through with it.
"Don't do it," Bismutrine called out.
Steven didn't break eye contact. "You knew... didn't you?"
Bismutrine nodded silently.
Dead silence.
Steven spoke again. "You got lucky."
He took four steps back.
And then—White struck.
A concentrated beam of raw light fired directly at Bismutrine.
"!"
The hit was clean. Brutal.
Bismuth's gem split right down the middle.
Silence.
The fusion collapsed, their bodies crashing onto the dirt, completely inert.
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
Steven opened his eyes... and something deep inside him snapped.
He looked at White. She was smirking.
I won.
No.
Steven raised his hand. A bubble materialized around the fallen Gems, protecting them, before vanishing them to safety.
Then he reappeared right in front of White.
And punched.
A direct strike straight to her gem.
Then another.
And another.
It wasn't technique. It wasn't strategy.
It was pure, unadulterated rage.
"WHY?!" he screamed.
Impact.
"WHY DOES IT ALWAYS—?!"
Impact.
"—HAVE TO END LIKE THIS?!"
His hands were trembling. Tears were streaming down his face, falling directly onto her—and healing her.
White's gem glowed, repairing itself... only to—
CRACK
...shatter again.
Steven couldn't stop. He hit, he healed, he broke. Over and over again.
"I TOLD YOU TO STOP!" he sobbed. "I TOLD YOU—!"
His voice broke completely.
"...I told you not to do it..."
Another blow landed, weaker this time. But he kept going. His hands were coated in pink light, tears, and hairline fractures.
"...I didn't want this..."
He healed it. Then broke it again.
White wasn't smirking anymore. Now, there was terror. Real, unvarnished fear.
"...please..." Steven whispered.
He couldn't stop himself. Every strike grew heavier, slower, more desperate.
Until—
CRACK
The gem fractured completely into dust.
Silence fell.
Steven remained there, hand raised, trembling, crying, unable to move.
Because this time... she wasn't coming back.
White Diamond was dead.
The quiet that followed was suffocating and absolute. No one spoke. No one moved. The air itself seemed to freeze.
Steven just stood there, his hand shaking, tears continuing to fall as he stared at the remains.
Silent. Broken.
— End of Chapter 85