Well, i think/hope this is on time including the extension, anyway, here it is!

Like most, i had never heard of either Scorpion or Ichigo (although i have fought Scorpion in a previous round, so it was marginally easier). But after this, i may start watching Bleach :).

Sorry for any wrongs in the characters, abilities, etc. I tried

Lancer & Vincent Vs. Scorpion and Ichigo

Lancer sighed. Why was he, who had easily gotten up after a roller coaster had rammed into him at full speed, still lying in bed wounded after a simple stab wound?

Partly, it was because the wound was made by a holy blade, making it able to damage spirits far more effectively.

But the real reason?

'You don't have a temperature, and the wound, despite having punctured your heart, doesn't seem to have caused too much damage. You should be alright. Since you are partly a spirit, your organs aren't too important.' The Nurse, a rather pretty woman, said. The main reason she had been chose as a nurse in this tournament was the fact that she could think logically and supernaturally, very useful really.

'Thanks lass, you've been so good to me.' Lancer grinned.

The nurse gave a giggle. He had been visited by no fewer then seven nurses at first, all of them pretty. When it was discovered that he was stable, they still came to him anyway. He would sweet-talk, they would laugh. Everybody won in the end. Yes, life was good, even if he had a large hole in his chest just a few hours ago.

His grin faltered, remembering the blade. The gleam, the sharp edges, the gold and black hilt.

'I'm sure I've seen it somewhere before…' He murmured.

He sighed. 'It's probably nothing.'

The pretty nurse from before came in. 'You have visitors.' She said, smiling.

Lancer smiled back, it was probably more adoring fangirls. 'Let 'em in.'

The nurse looked back at the door and beckoned, a couple of 'men' (at this point Lancer's smile became a little forced) entered the room.

'Your name is Lancer, correct?' The first one said, his face frowning down at Lancer. His brown eyes gazed upon him with contempt.

Lancer merely smirked and he held his arms back, using them as a pillow. 'That would be me, and you are?'

'My name is Ichigo, and my associate over here.' He waved at the second man; a hulking figure wearing a yellow and black outfit, staring coldly at Lancer 'is called Scorpion.'

'Pleased to meet cha's' Lancer said easily. 'So, you want my autograph?'

The statement was answered by Scorpion growling. 'I've had enough of this' He took a step towards Lancer.

'Stop' Ichigo said coldly. 'It is not right to strike him in a hospital bed when his team-mate hasn't arrived yet.'

'…What are you guys yappin' about?' Lancer asked.

'In case you didn't know, this match is two on two. You're supposed to be fighting alongside a man called Vincent.' Ichigo Explained, sounding like a teacher telling a failing student how to work out a problem.'

'Aahh, so we're gonna wait for my ally, kid?' Lancer said easily, getting comfortable in his bed.

Ichigo's eyes glinted at the word 'kid', the massive cleaver sword he had sheathed seemed to glint too. But Ichigo continued smoothly 'It appears that way, and I for one don't like waiting. So you better hope he finds us before I lose my patience, or Scorpion does.' Ichigo nodded to his "associate". 'He can be very impatient I've learned.'

Scorpion was scowling at Lancer, shuffling back and forth with anticipation. 'You know, you got strange blue hair.' He snapped.

'You should probably look at ya' friend there.' Lancer said with a grin, looking at Ichigo's orange hair.

Ichigo froze, and then stared at Lancer, his eyes brimming with hatred.

'I've changed my mind, Scorpion.' He said quietly. 'Let's take him on together.'

Scorpion gave a sadistic grin. 'About time'

'You guys won't fight in a hospital, will you?' Lancer said lazily, but grabbing his spear all the same.

Scorpion responded by picking up Lancer's bed; Lancer still on it, and hurling it at a wall.

While the bed seemed to hold up just fine, The Wall decided it couldn't take such force and collapsed outwards, sending the bed right through. Splinters of wood and chunks of plaster flew everywhere, pelting Lancer, who bravely took cover under the sheets.

Lancer and the Bed rammed into a bookcase, toppling it over.

'Idiot!' Ichigo snapped at Scorpion. 'You should have let me stab him, it would have caused far more damage, and we wouldn't have lost him.'

'Why defeat him that quick? We should toy with him.' Scorpion sneered.

'Ichigo shook his head. 'His ally may come at any time, besides, he may be more capable then you think.'

With that, they went through the hole in the wall, and into the place next door, which happened to be…

A book store?

The bed and toppled bookcase remained, but Lancer had vanished.

'Where could he be…' Ichigo murmured.

Both Ichigo and Scorpion took a few steps forward. Then, they remembered a bit of combat knowledge a little too late.

'No-one ever looks up' Lancer shouted as he jumped off from a bookcase and struck with his spear like a gong.

Ichigo was faster then Lancer had suspected, and avoided the attack. Scorpion however…

WHAM!

…was sent hurtling through the shop front window.

He landed outside, skidding along the lino floor. Looking up, he noticed the Dymocks sign.

'Dymocks are going to have a lot of unexplained fires.' He muttered darkly,

Just as he was about to take his mask off, he heard the cocking of a loaded gun right near his head.

'Don't move.' A voice said next to his ear.

Scorpion froze. 'I guess you're Vincent. 'He said with a chuckle.

The voice was silent.

Scorpion chuckled again. 'You have no idea what I am, do you?'

Silence.

Scorpion shrugged slowly. 'Don't say I didn't warn you…' He whipped to the side

BAM

Scorpion was shot in the head at point black range. Unfortunately, not only did Scorpion have a thick skull, he wasn't even human enough to be killed, or even incapacitated. So instead of dying, he shuddered at the impact and threw a punch at his foe, the red cloak-wearing, gun-toting Vincent Valentine.

Vincent Ducked under the punch and fired again, this time aiming at the heart.

Once again, not the best place to shoot. The bullet left a mark, but Scorpion used the opportunity to kick the ducking Vincent between the legs.

Stumbling back, Vincent fired a few wild shots, one of them flying through the window and hitting Lancer's armour.

'I'm on your side here!' Lancer yelled.

Ichigo took advantage of Lancer's distraction to flash step and slash with a downward stroke towards Lancer.

Lancer simply managed to bring his spear in front of him with two hands, blocking the blade.

'You're fast.' Ichigo muttered. Backing away he continued 'Looks like you may be a challenge, I better speed things up.' He held the blade in front of himself and shouted 'Tensa Zangetsu!'

Immediately, his blade changed from a large unwieldy cleaver to a Japanese long sword, a millisecond later they clashed.

'You ain't bad yourself, kid.' Lancer grimaced; he had barely come up to dodge that attack. Some "Most Agile" Servant he was, that True Assassin guy might have done better!

'Seriously, is everyone in this tournament fast?' Ichigo thought.

Scowling, Ichigo increased the pressure of his blade on the spear.

'You do realize, as a shinigami, it's my job to take you out of here, spirit. Or cleanse you.' His eyes flashed blue. 'Or kill you, again.'

Lancer grinned. 'You dare to defy the grail, lad? That's why I'm here.'

'If I recall, the grail was tainted when it summoned you.' Ichigo mirrored Lancer's grin with a strained version of his own. 'I've checked up on everyone in this tournament, the Soul Society will want to know about the Grail. Now, let's carry on.'

Leaping backwards, Ichigo shouted 'Tensa Zangetsu!'

Lancer had no idea what that meant, but he could sense the intent and knew whatever it was, it was coming for him.

Ichigo slashed, yet the blade seemed to leave a black residue that…

Went for him like a bullet.

Lancer had already been prepared for it, and had put his spear up to block the blast.

Unfortunately, he didn't anticipate Ichigo using it as a diversion.

For the split second that Lancer blocked it, Ichigo flash-stepped and slashed to the left side.

The blade only just penetrated the armour, and bit into the skin.

Drip, drip.

Blood soaked the blade and dripped to the floor.

For a second, Lancer seemed to fade, and then he snapped back to reality.

'He is somewhat resilient to my blade, this spirit is full of surprises.' Inwardly, Ichigo grinned. 'Perhaps even a worthy opponent, but I won't get cocky, after what happened LAST time.'

Images of Kyuubi came to Ichigo's mind.

'That hurt…' Lancer said, staring at the steady rhythm of blood dripping down to the floor. A sadistic grin came on his face. 'Let's REALLY get the blood pumping!'

Lancer attempted to strike Ichigo with a downward stroke of his spear, Which Ichigo avoided easily. What Ichigo didn't miss was Lancer's foot striking his midsection.

'Not only fast, but agile.' Ichigo thought, this man had been making him think a lot.

Since the blade wasn't far in Lancer's skin, it came out easily. Ichigo stumbled back.

Lancer brought his spear forward. 'I think it's time to end this, Gae-'

He was cut off by a Galian Beast Vincent hurling Scorpion right into him. The impact caused him to ram right into Ichigo, The spear just millimetres from impaling the Shinigami, and collapse them all into a heap.

Lancer moaned, a piece of rubble had somehow come to land spike-side up on his head, and it hurt. Lancer's moaning got cut off by Scorpion's hand around his neck. Scorpion was to his left, looking worse for wear, Vincent has obviously done some damage. Blood was all over him, and some was flowing from his arms, not enough to decrease their strength, unfortunately for Lancer.

'Your pal seems more demonic then me, but you look human enough.' He grinned.

Lancer rasped and brought his hands up to his neck, trying to break the hold.

'Where the hell is my Spear?' He thought furiously to himself.

Using his right hand he began feeling around, still attempting to breath.

'It ain't near me, guess I'll have to improvise.'

Grabbing a largish piece of the wall he had gotten acquainted with when he was hurled into it, he slammed it into Scorpion's face.

Scorpion was NOT amused, he gave a grunt of pain, but if anything, the grip had tightened.

Black spots were starting to appear in Lancer's vision.

'Damn it!'

Lancer felt around, and brushed a sharp blade.

'The kid's blade! That gives me an idea'

Lancer moved his arm back and thrust it forward, slicing a thin red line across it. Suddenly, he turned ethereal, and Scorpion's arms went right through him.

'What the HELL!' Scorpion growled, standing up somewhat uneasily. Looking at his left leg, Lancer could see a massive bite mark; a perfect match to the Galian beast's snout.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lancer leapt up, and struck at Scorpion.

Scorpion brought his hand up to block the attack, But Lancer simply passed through him harmlessly.

Now behind Scorpion, he swivelled, and struck again, with a kick to the stomach.

This time the strike DID connect; Lancer had become solid again in those few seconds, and Scorpion stumbled back, only to collapse when he put too much weight on his leg.

Lancer grinned, and then noticed a glint from the corner of his eye; His spear was in a bookshelf, having impaled the book in its way.

Lancer dashed for his spear and grabbed it.

'That was easy; you'd think it would have been harder.'

His thoughts were interrupted by his sixth sense, warning him that a projectile was heading towards…

He leapt to the side as a bookcase flew in the air and smashed into the wall. Looking back, he saw Ichigo, his blade in a diagonal stance.

'So, you can anticipate anything I throw at you.' He said matter-o-factly. 'I'll have to remember that.'

'Still up? I can fix that.' Lancer grinned. Thrusting his Spear forward he shouted 'GAE BOL…' He was forced to defend himself as Ichigo dashed forward and slashed with an uppercut, using it as a spring, he leapt above Ichigo and once again shouted 'GAE BOL…' The sword flashed up and catapulted his spear towards a wall.

Thrusting his spear back, thus letting it take the impact, Lancer shouted 'GAE…'

Ichigo flash-stepped forward and thrust the blade at Lancer.

Ichigo ducked and the blade penetrated the wall.

'…BOLK!' Lancer's spear thrust forward.

Ripping through the wall like rice paper, Ichigo's blade blocked the spear, but the enchanted spear didn't seem to believe in physics and rebounded off, right into Ichigo's heart.

Blood poured down. Ichigo looked at the wound with disbelief.

'Bah, toughen up kid. You'll live.' Lancer frowned. 'Hey, what's wrong with your face?'

'I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this.' Ichigo whispered weakly, a mask materializing onto his face. 'But you have left me no choice.'

Lancer frowned. The mask was a mix of red and white. But what really got his attention were the eyes. It wasn't the yellow irises, strange body features seemed to be the fashion in this tournament. What was really unnerving was that the eyes were staring with a sadistic glee, as if they were waiting to see him ripped to shreds, and would love every second of it.

Suddenly, Ichigo struck.

Lancer tried to avoid it, but the blade glanced his armour.

'I don't think I can keep up with him anymore.' Lancer thought in disbelief.

Ichigo confirmed his statement by following the strike with another, this time Lancer didn't get as far as before, and the sword cut into his armour, right into his chest.

Lancer took this moment to lash out with his spear, the spear…

Past harmlessly through.

'Looks like its over.' Ichigo commented, the mask distorting his voice.

'Got that right.' Lancer punched Ichigo, his hand going through Ichigo harmlessly.

'Well, you fought well.' Ichigo sighed.

'If I were you, I'd surrender.' Lancer laughed, despite the ethereal blood pouring down.

'Care to say why?' Ichigo said cockily.

'What do you think would happen if my hand became real while it was inside your skull?' Lancer asked, grinning.

Ichigo froze; if his face were visible it would have had a look of shock.

'I'll fix it.' Ichigo snarled, attempting to yank the blade out and get some distance between them.

Unfortunately, since the blade was designed to fight spirits, it treated Lancer being ethereal the same as if he were corporal, that combined with Lancer using the other hand to hold the blade back left Ichigo struggling, he could take it out in time, but would it be enough? To make it worse, his attempt to yank it out left it not touching Lancer, meaning it was only a matter of time before Lancer would become corporal. He was stuck with two options. Surrender, or leave his blade with Lancer, where he would most likely be bested.

'Fine, I surrender!' He snapped.

Lancer immediately took his arm out, a moment later he became corporal.

'Pleasure doing business with you.' Lancer said in a heavily exaggerated diplomatic tone.

'I'm still here!'

Lancer turned around to see an immolated Scorpion.

'I don't need that Death God, I've surpassed death itself!' Scorpion roared. The flames burned harder, all the books on the floor burst into flames.

Lancer grimaced. He hadn't the energy to fight him, where was Vincent?

'Well, I guess I should be off.' Ichigo said, his mask vanishing from his face. 'Win it Scorpion.'

'Oh, I plan to.' Scorpion laughed. Taking of his mask, he revealed a flaming skull that started spewing flames at Lancer.

Mustering his strength, Lancer rolled out of the way, singeing his feet in the process.

Scorpion knew he had it under control, he took a step forward.

…and collapsed to the floor. His leg with the bite marks hadn't healed yet.

Getting up, he grimaced. 'Ok, so I won't be walking to you. But that doesn't mean I can't pummel you!'

With that, Scorpion teleported Next to Lancer, his fist ramming right into Lancer's face.

Lancer gargled out in pain as hellfire immolated him, burning him to the very core.

'Time for you to serve your time in hell for what you've done.' Scorpion grinned, bringing his fist back for another punch.

Lancer was bleeding; his soul seemed to be leaking. He wasn't going to last much longer.

But he wouldn't give up, He was the most enduring servant – And endure he would!

'Any last requests? I could have sure used it before I died.' He snarled.

Lancer gave a smirk. 'Can you look behind you?'

Scorpion snorted. 'You honestly think you can fool me with…'

He was interrupted by several gunshots in quick succession. His body shuddered, and he turned around and snarled at the now human Vincent standing on top of a bookcase

'You just won't die, will you?' Vincent said coolly.

'Neither will you!' Scorpion snarled.

Teleporting next to Vincent, he threw a punch, which sailed harmlessly as Vincent turned into a cloak and drifted away. Scorpion fell down from the bookcase, but his weakened legs still managed to absorb the impact and he remained standing.

'GAE BOLK!'

Scorpion took a couple of steps forward from the impact and looked down at the bloody spear protruding from his chest.

It was then that all Scorpion could see was a crimson red.

'RAAAAGGHH!' he screamed. Ripping the spear out, with Lancer still holding on, he hurled him out the door and down to the lower floor, where Lancer hit the ground on his back with a thud.

Then, Scorpion turned his face towards Vincent.

'Your next, swine!' He roared.

Vincent simply stared at Scorpion and replied coolly 'Words are cheap.'

Scorpion charged forward, his 'useless' leg somehow recovering.

Vincent got a few shots off before Scorpion rammed into him, sending them both hurtling into a bookcase, smashing it over, followed by ramming into a wall which groaned, but held firm.

Vincent made no sound, his face made no movement, but his ribs made a crackling noise, revealing there had been an effect.

Scorpion grinned, the ribs crackling had been an invitation, and he took it with clenched fists, once again he punched Vincent, this time immolating him.

'You almost make this too…' Scorpion was stopped by Vincent bringing up his gun at the 'o' sound and stuffing it in Scorpion's mouth.

'Make one movement and you die' Vincent stated coldly.

Scorpion made some muffled noises.

'You have three seconds to surrender, do so by stomping your foot once. One…'

Scorpion made no noise, just stared directly at Vincent.

'Two…'

'He'll be fine even if he get's shot, I'm sure.' Vincent thought to himself. 'He is a demon anyway.'

'Three.'

Scorpion closed his eyes, waiting for the shot.

click

The gun was out of ammo.

'Well, I'm in trouble.' He muttered.

Scorpion opened his eyes and Vincent found himself being thrown away like a rag doll, his gun torn out of his grip. He slammed into the ground.

Scorpion walked towards him, the mask unable to hide flames poking out of it, showing his fury.

Vincent got up unsteadily, staring back.

Scorpion kept going, an unstoppable force coming ever closer.

Then he heard something, words from a distance.

'Fire in the hole!'

Vincent remembered that remark; it was a good time to get out of the way.

Vincent turned into the cloak and floated out of the store.

Roaring, Scorpion charged and…

BOOM

The spear flew into the room and hit the ceiling, creating an explosion. A small explosion, but damaging nonetheless.

The shockwave swept Scorpion off his feet, and at last; after enduring all the pain of the battle, he finally fell to the ground. Or to be more accurate, he flew three feet before his body met the floor.

Vincent came back to the shop, all human again. He examined the damage. The whole place was a wreck, and any Author whose last name started with 'R' was not going to make any money from here. No Harry Potter for the boys and girls in this neighbourhood.

The floor groaned suspiciously, and the ceiling had masses of cracks, and a big gaping hole, revealing that the shop above was a supermarket. A few candy bars were nearly falling in, but they hung precariously by a few precious millimetres.

Ok, but what about Scorpion?

A quick check showed he was breathing, although his bones seemed to be partially liquefied. Not to mention the numerous wounds and the large bite mark (at this point, Vincent spat). He would be ok, Vincent supposed.

Now for his teammate, who had so kindly hurled his spear and somehow created an explosion with it.

Leaping down to the lower floor, his cape looking like a classic hero as he did. Vincent inspected Lancer.

To be blunt, he didn't look well. Gaping wounds that didn't seem to be healing, burn marks, cuts, scratches and bruises… he was an absolute mess.

But he was alive, Vincent concluded when he heard Lancer groan.

'Did I get him?' He mumbled.

'Indeed you did, do you wish to return to the hospital?'

'That would be nice…' Lancer gave a weak grin.

Picking up Lancer like a sack of potatoes, Vincent leapt up the story; startling a red-headed woman wearing a business suit with a tie, before dashing back to the hospital through the hole.

'Here you go.' Vincent said as he tossed Lancer on another bed. And with that, Vincent left.

As soon as Vincent left, a doctor completely covered except for his dark brown eyes, came in. Holding a notepad in his hand held so close up to his face he couldn't have been reading it.

'Well Lancer, you should be stable enough to le…' He moved the notepad away and froze, before dashing out screaming for assistance.

Lancer grinned weakly. Sure he was injured, but he hadn't finished talking to that pretty nurse anyway…

Hope you enjoyed it. Be critical, but constructive. I really do want to learn!

Even with the large time we had, i still didn't fit in everything, and make the fight quite as intense (i was also considering two alternative endings, but that got scrapped and was going to be put in Deadpool's, but got scrapped AGAIN, and may be used later). Aahh well, it was even worse with Deadpool's.

I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

As for Lancer's reaction to the blade, it was an experiment, as well as a thing i've always wondered 'if a ghost became corporal in a body part, what would happen?' I tried being creative. Perhaps not smart if i want to win, but i just enjoy experimenting...