-1Battles For The Sword
Taking the piss out of all potential Soul Calibur 3 potential fights. No connecting story, just general anarchy in drabbles.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Namco
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Round 1: Raphael vs. Nightmare and Tira
"Offer your soul!" Nightmare said, swinging Soul Edge into a position for easy attacking.
"En Guarde!" Called Raphael.
"Wait, are you sure you're French?"
"Well…"
"I mean this is a battle ground over looking a Romanian castle, so why are you saying things like 'en guarde?'"
"To tell you the truth… I've never been sure of that myself."
"Why not? Surely you can remember your nationality."
"Well… the thing is. They've given me an English accent, a French dress sense and I've been living in Spain for a few years with a fighting style that's been used in every noble family in western Europe." He explained.
"Yeah that can cause some confusion." Nightmare admitted
"So do you mind if I just go check my profile for a few moments. I'll be right back."
A clattering of steel was heard in the background as the distinct thunk noise of someone being booted over a set of railings echoed throughout the halls. Nightmare started kicking his armoured heels, waiting for his opponent to show up.
What he wasn't expecting was a little girl with what can only be described as a giant hula hoop of death in hand emerged.
"Hi daddy!" She shouted, waving her hands in the air, not caring about the blood on her weapon.
"Stop calling me that Tira. Listen to one of the other voices in your head. Preferably one that doesn't embarrass me in public." Nightmare ordered.
"Sorry daddy." She said before bursting out laughing.
"Grr… Now where's that ambiguously European person got to?"
"Umm… beat you to him! Hehe."
"WHAT?!"
"But hey look! Soul Edge shards! See ya." The green psychopath said throwing the glowing metal shards at Nightmare.
"Tira. If you were ever my child. You would have been a human sacrifice by now." Nightmare growled. His demonic arm swinging Soul Edge (phantom) on his back. It wasn't to say a complete failure but that blasted girl had cost him a perfectly useable (if a little corrupted since the storyline events of Soul Calibur 2) soul. And whoever thought that the metal ring was a good idea for a weapon deserved to be shot, it was sending her clothing budget through the roof. Just because he was a possessed piece of armour with a magical sword with no needs for food didn't mean he was made of money for Pete's sake.
That and his castle in Germany got repossessed seeing as he was legally dead.
"Oh well time to go for more souls."
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"Where am I?" Raphael asked, surprisingly untouched. No one would ever guess that he fell through a chandelier and a fireplace to wind up by some clock tower.
"WELCOME TO THE STAGE OF DESTINY!" Boomed a large voice, Raphael recognised it immediately. It had been the one which had plagued his quest to find Soul Edge the first time.
"Oh bloody hell, not this again."
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