Eclipse kneeled behind the barricade, breathing heavily. Behind him,
through the barricade, was the current champion, Xan Kriegor wielding
a Shock Rifle and laser sharp eye. Eclipse was pinned down, as Xan
was simply too good a shot with the rifle. even if Eclipse had a
speed boost, Xan would easily put 3 holes in him before he could even
fire back. To his right, about 3 meters away, was another barricade
in the rectangular room. Even better, behind it, hidden from Xan,
was a Redeemer, probably the one thing that that would make Xan
tremble. Pretty much a small nuke, if he got his hands on it, he
could take Xan out of the running, and have time to recover and plan
the rest of match out. He clutched his Assault Rifle in his right
hand. It was small, light and with a Grenade Launcher, pretty useful.
Since he was out of grenades, and even his 2 Enforcer pistols hit
harder, it was really only good to lay down covering fire.

Closing his eyes, and hoping for the best, he dove out, hoping his
fusillade of fire would distract the champ, but most of his shots
just bounced off his armor like pennies thrown by a child. His left
arm reached for the Missile Launcher, but even as he got close, he
could see it being teleported away, back to wherever it was hidden to
begin with. Eclipse grit his teeth in frustration, then in pain as
he saw Xan's blue beam lance through his wrist armor, flesh and bone
like it was paper.

When he hit the ground, he forced himself into a roll, carrying
himself behind the barricade. Willing away the pain, he pressed his
back against the short wall. "This... is...... sooooo bad." Eclipse
mused. There was a health pack, filled with precious nanobots, but
it was all of 3 meters away. Yeah right he thought to himself. His
optical computers, which showed him his vital signs, ammo, and other
data, showed him that he was at about 10%. Next shot from that rifle
won't hurt at all he thought, since it will be more than enough to
finish me.

While he was mulling over his options, hoping Xan wouldn't
capitalize, he heard the familiar sound of a Rocket Launcher firing,
and from the repeated Shock Rifle shots that answered, missing
entirely. Confirming his hunch, he saw 3 other competitors entering
the small room. Xan easily dispatched 2 with shots to the face, with
the third being a bit more elusive. Wearing the same armor as Xan,
Eclipse recognized him as Frost, one of the crowd favorites to win.
Using a Sniper Rifle, he scored several direct his on Xan's helmet,
only to have them glance off. "Damn it!" cursed Frost, and he made
his retreat to find something more suitable to cracking open the
shell.

Seeing his chance, he leapt to the health pack, and as soon as he
touched it, felt a slight sting as the Nanites pierced through his
skin, but only momentarily, and could see them starting to rebuild
his wrist. He heard another sound, as hundreds of bullets bounced of
the walls, and Xan's armour, then it stopped. Eclipse looked up, and
saw Xan holding a tall man by his wrist, with his right hand wrapped
around his neck. Looking at him, he couldn't see if he was alive or
not, but as Xan started to pull his arm, he started screaming, and
went completely pale as his arm was completely ripped off, spraying
blood all over the room and it's occupants. Still alive, he looked
at horror at where his arm used to be, and with his now free right
hand, Xan pressed a button on his belt, summoning his own Enforcer
Pistol. Pressing it to his victims chin, and pausing only a second to
watch him grimace, fired a shot, splattering the contents of his head
all over the wall. Pressing another button, his team teleported his
Shock Rifle back to him, he fired a ball of energy over to where
Eclipse used to be, then as it passed over the second barricade, hit
the ball with a beam of energy, causing it to explode spectacularly,
enough that it would have turned him into a puddle. Confident the
room was cleared, he walked out, and as he passed the door, Eclipse
overheard him muttering "I thought he would have been more
challenging this time around".

In the back of his mind, he tried to
remember the first time he had clashed with the Armored Titan, and
his team of cyborgs almost as tough as he, The Corrupt. Clearing his
mind, he pressed a button on his belt, bringing his Dual Enforcers
into existence in his hands. To make a move now, before the nanos
fully expired would be suicide, so he pressed into a nook by the
door, where he easily frag any one who wandered in, and would have
time to rest and reflect about how the hell he got himself into this
hell hole.