Let's size up both contestants?
Doomguy(2016)
- This mean man use to be a marine stationed on Earth. After disobeying a direct order from his commanding officer to fire into a crowd of civilians, not to mention punching that same C.O., he was shipped off to the Mars base. This begins the events of Doom which would link into the events of Doom 2. Doom guy would stay in Hell to keep it in check after all was said and done. Eventually the demons would come to fear Doom, giving him the title *Doom Slayer* and collapsing a massive stone temple on top of him. They then removed his armor and sealed him away in a demonic tomb, for they lacked faith in their ability to kill him.
- Doomguy carries a *vast* arsenal weapons to kill his enemies with. Rapid fire plasma rifles, machine guns, shotguns, *super* shotguns, rocket launchers, rail guns, the B.F.G. 9,000, chainsaw, plasma pistol with infinite ammunition and a chain gun with an unmatched rate of fire. For protection, he's packing his Praetor suit which, aside from protection against kinetic force and plasma, is really a mystery as to what it does. We know he can move incredibly fast and has some training in hand-to-hand combat. He also has power-ups that can provide an array of abilities, from explosive punches to invincibility.
John-117, Master Chief
- When John was little he was kidnapped and forced into the Spartan II super soldier program. He would be trained since his induction to be the best soldier one could be and would be trained to have excellent and near perfect teamwork. John would later be augmented through surgery to allow him to use the signature Spartan II armor titled Mjolnir which would multiply his already highly augmented abilities. John would already be in service with his team, Blue Team, when the *Human/Covenant War* began. He survived numerous battles with technologically superior foes and became a legend to the people of the U.N.S.C. and a bad omen to the Covenant. By the end of all of this, John would be around 40 and would have numerous years of experience fighting.
- Although the Halo series features vast array of weaponry fielded across all of its various factions, Master Chief prefers to use human weaponry developed by the U.N.S.C. when possible. His standard load-out usually include the Assault Rifle, a magnum, combat knife, and fragmentation grenades. Master Chief comes armored in Mjolnir power armor that multiplies the user abilities to various extents by being wired directly into their nerve system. His suite, on its own, is resistant to plasma blasts and highly resistant to kinetic energy, but is nigh impervious when his powered shields are active.
**FIGHT!**:
Master Chief had been deployed on a mission to make contact with a U.N.S.C. base that had stopped responding to transmissions. Normally a Spartan would not be sent on such a mission, let alone on their own, but time was of the essence and the ship his was stationed on was the closest to the base. The base's primary goal was researching and developing more efficient fuel sources for U.N.S.C. vehicles and ships. The Spartan had been deployed through a orbital drop pod and had landed several minutes ago. Since that time, he had been exploring the base and looking for any of the personnel.
He had expected many things, for piles of dust and ash to be littering the walkways in rooms or for dead bodies to be scattered about with plasma wounds on them. He had not expected to find odd markings along the walls and numerous gory corpses and blood splatters. He had decided to make his way to the command room. They would likely have access to the security recordings and possibly have an answer to what happened.
Finding the room didn't take long but for Master Chief, it felt longer than it had been. The mutilated bodies had been something constantly nagging at him. He often was grateful to have filters built into his helmet but never more than now. The command center it self was largely empty and untouched, with the exception of a smashed computer it was mostly intact, thankfully the main one had been left intact...
Chief stopped when he caught a glimpse of the screen.,,
The screen was a live feed from a camera over by the landing pads. Of course, the landing pads had not peaked his interest. What had peaked his interest was a man in unrecognizable green armor standing on the pad. Chief couldn't help the thought that slipped into his mind.
A survivor...
The Chief wasted little time and downloaded the security footage. He didn't even bother to look at it, that was something those back in the ship would be best suited for. He needed to get to the survivor and bring them back. With that done, the data secured, and a new goal, he radioed the bridge and informed them of his discovery. They would send a pelican to the base to pick him and the survivor up...
The walk would have taken several minutes had it not been for the Chief's long legs and brisk pace. He reached the door that lead out to the landing pads in under a minute and opened the door. He paused when he took note of several odd corpses laying on the ground. He made sure to get a good look at them, they weren't any type of alien from the Covenant. They, like the other bodies, had been brutally mutilated. He shook his head and made his way to pads where he found the survivor waiting.
The sound of Master Chief's boots must have alerted the "survivor" because they had spun around to face the Spartan. Quicker than the eye could blink, they both had weapons trained on the other. The Spartan had the standard issue U.N.S.C. assault rifle and the man had... a shotgun? The Spartan raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the other green armored man. That shotgun was definitely not one of the U.N.S.C.'s and that armor was definitely not regulation. The thought of the research facility passed through his mind.
Just what were they doing here?
The man started to circle the Spartan and the Spartan them. It was an odd sight to see, a fabled Spartan II squaring off with a non-Spartan. Even so, John felt the need to be cautious around the man. The idea of them being a survivor now less and less likely the more he watched them. They didn't seem keen on talking, so John took the opportunity to progress the situation.
"Identify yourself." He had said, it was quick and to the point-much like John. The man didn't reply, so John repeated the command. Even then, the man showed no signs of relaxing around John. The idea of the man being a possible insurgent project came to John's mind. It wasn't likely but if they had found a way to make knock-off versions of Spartans, then that would be troublesome.
"Put the weapon on the ground." John commanded the man but this time he didn't receive silence as his response. No, instead the knock-off Spartan growled a low and threatening growl at him. John tensed his body, ready to take action, before repeating the command. The same response came but it was louder than before. John decided it would be best to incapacitate the man before it could escalate any further.
He snapped his sights to the mans arm and let loose a small volley of bullets. Those bullets, in response, ricocheted off of the man and in various direction. The Chief paused to take in what had just happened. The man in bullet proof armor only growled before adjusting his aim. As they let loose a a shell, the Chief came to his senses and ducked out of the way.
The Chief leaped up to his fight and pointed his gun in the man's direction. A stream of bullets flew towards the man but he seemed to have summoned the speed of a god. He outran the bullets and before Chief new it, his gun needed to be reloaded. The man took this opportunity to fire a few more shells at the Spartan. John nimbly evaded them before switching to his magnum and firing back. The bullets all found their mark but, just as the last ones, the bounced off his armor. One lucky bullet that managed to hit the man's visor left a slight scratch.
The man switched weapons and pulled out some sort of primitive assault rifle. The Chief ducked behind cover and quickly reloaded his guns. On occasion he would peak out of cover and fire a few rounds at the strange man. The man, as always, outran the bullets before resuming his assault. Master Chief took the time radio the ship and inform them of the ground situation.
"Is that so?"
"Affirmative."
"Well the Pelican won't be there for a 10 more minutes-"
"Sir, if I may." Chief stopped and switched to his magnum and began firing. "None of my current weapons are putting a dent in them. I need something stronger to take them down."
"Say no more Spartan, I'll have the boys send you a supply drop."
-Click, Click-
The Master Chief cursed when he realized his pistol had run dry, *again*. The strange man was back on the offensive. He had put his rifle somewhere and was no wielding a white colored rifle. The gun then let loose a continuous stream of plasma rounds. He ducked between cover and reloaded when he could. Chief stopped behind a large stack of grates and primed a grenade. He waited before throwing the grenade over the crates and peaking out of cover. He was forced back behind cover and his plan worked like a charm.
They were thrown from their feat by the explosion. The explosion was a signal to John to pop out of cover and let loose a volley of bullet into the man. He was specifically targeting the visor but the weapon had terrible accuracy with the distance and angle the visor was at. Almost to quickly for Chief to notice, the man pulled a small pistol out from beneath his back. It looked dangerously similar to the plasma gun the man held earlier. Chief made the connection just in time to duck behind cover. That didn't stop one or two bolts from hit his shoulder and sending his shields flaring.
Damn, bullet proof and plasma weaponry. What's next, a rocket launcher?
Chief through another grenade from cover before firing blindly in the direction he predicted the man to be in. Another explosion, a grunt of pain and the sound of ricocheting bullets. Bullets were getting him no where, he didn't have enough grenades, and the men and women in the ship were taking their sweet time. Chief charged the odd man while they were getting up and punched him across the visor just as he got to his feet. The man stumbled and Chief pressed his advantage.
Another punch, another, another, and another before a kick sent the man skidding back. The man's armor had some minor dents in it from the punches but the man seemed to be winded. Chief darted to get in close but managed to jerk back and avoid the swing of a chainsaw. Chief's eyes where wide as saucers as the man approached him with the weapon ready. Chief tried to back pedal but the man had supernatural speed and caught the Spartan. John ducked under what he could and blocked what he couldn't. Thankfully the chain snapped on the weapon; however, that didn't stop the man from using it as a bludgeoning tool.
The Chief found himself on his ass with the man standing over him. The man took a dramatic pause to crack his knuckles. It was enough time for the Chief to kick the man off himself. The man was quick to respond in kind though and Chief soon found himself soaring through the air, the sound of an explosion reaching his ears. He skidded along the ground before coming to a stop. A large dent could be found in the breastplate of his armor. The area shook violently and, for a moment, Chief had thought the man had punched the ground but when dirt showered across his body he realized the truth.
The drop pod had arrived...
He quickly raced to it the pod, paying little head to the man climbing back to his feet. He ripped the door off and found three weapons of use. The U.N.S.C. shotgun, rocket launcher, and the legendary Spartan laser. He instantly ripped the rocket launcher from the pod and swung around. The trigger pulled and a moment later saw a rocket flying towards the man. The man only beat his chest in response before and explosion occurred. The Spartan held his breath and waited to see the aftermath...
... only to choke up when he saw the tell-tale shimmer of energy shields across the man... How... how was that possible?!
Chief continued to fire more rockets until he literally had no more but the man continued to walk through it...
Chief held grabbed the shotgun but before he could grab the Spartan laser, he was tossed from the pod-a heavy and loud grunt accompanying his flight. He scrambled to his feet and found the man had pulled out yet *another* shotgun but this one looked far more dated than any John had seen before. With little choice, the two dashed to one another with John firing off numerous shots that slowed the man's approach and left sizable dents in his armor. It seemed the shields had been broken by the last of the rockets.
The got close and, once more, the Chief found himself flying onto his back. The force from the shotgun could only be compared to explosives going off in front of you. His armor held up but the gel suit beneath was started to lose considerable chunks. He climbed to his feet once more and the two engaged in close quarters combat again. This time Chief pulled a knife and attempted to penetrate the man's neck.
He's no amateur, this is training-not dumb luck...
Fortunately, Chief managed to make the man stumble by hook his leg. He jabbed the knife in the man's neck; however, he was met with a dissatisfying clink before being shoved off. The sound of jets filled the air but Chief took no notice and resumed fighting the man. The knife had broken, the knife was nearly unbreakable yet it broke against the man's armor. The idea of an insurrectionist version of Spartan's began to become more and more real to John. It was only when John had kicked him away again did the main pull his assault rifle out. A side compartment opened up before slamming closed.
John found himself stumbling back and trying to regain his foot as the bullets exploded on his chest...
... then they stopped...
John looked up and noticed the fake-Spartan was occupied with something else. That something else was the Pelican drop ship which had a squad of O.D.S.T. and marines on board. The were all firing at the man and he, in return, was shielding his visor and slowly walking towards them. It seemed concentrated fire could indeed overcome the man. Though, as Chief watched on he realized the guns alone would bring him down. The man stopped where he was standing and reached behind himself. Then, much to the Chief's disbelief, a Gatling gun appeared behind his back from thin air.
The main pointed it at the men and women surrounding the Pelican and Chief realized his intentions. He made a mad dash to the drop pod, he needed to end it and *fast*. He could hear the familiar whine of a Gatling gun before a chorus of screams and shouts followed. The sound of the Gatling gun began to quickly overpower the sound from the assault rifles as their user were mowed down. Chief reached his destination and wasted no time in pulling the cannon out and facing the man. The man had dropped the Gatling gun and pointed a alien looking weapon at the Pelican...
Then everything flashed green and the sound of crunching metal and explosions followed...
When Chief opened his eyes he saw, to his horror, the Pelican was utterly destroyed. Another flash, some screams all followed by explosions. Chief caught a glimpse of it before shaking of the shock. He took aim and held the trigger just as the man looked to him. The man began slowly pacing forward while reloading the large weapon. Just a few more seconds and the blast would be charged and kill the man.
The man finished reloading...
Just a few more seconds!
The man took aim...
Suddenly the gun was thrown of aim by a brave marine. A large blast of green energy arced into the sky before detonating. The marine didn't have time to process what he did as he was thrown to the ground. He let out a shrill scream before his head was smashed like a water melon. Small streaks of blue light zipped up the dangerous *thing* in the armor.
Beep, Beep!
The Spartan fired...
SHOOOOM!
A flash of blinding light followed by an explosion and the man was laying still on his back, sprawled out on the landing pad. How he was still intact was beyond Master Chief's understanding. The tired and weary Spartan quickly approached the man before stopping once over him. A pained wheeze echoed from the armored man. Master Chief took in the sight before his very eyes.
The dark green armor had been charred black and bubbled along the area the laser had impacted, yet there was no hole. That armor had been powerful enough to endure a shot from a *Spartan laser* and keep the wearer alive. He dropped the cannon to his side, he couldn't afford to damage it anymore. Halsey would want to look at the armor, that was for sure. Instead he pulled out his magnum and reloaded it before looking at the man. The visor had shattered and revealed the man's eyes, his *blue* eyes...
Chief suppressed a shutter...
Then...
Then Chief fired his magnum...
