Disclaimer: I don't own Deadliest Warrior; but I wish I did. FYI, I also don't own Full Metal Alchemist or Soul Eater.

Fictional Warrior, Chapter 06: Edward Elric vs. Crona Gorgon

Narrator:

Edward Elric; Alchemist prodigy, and Dog of the Military. Edward is desperately searching for the Philosopher's Stone to restore his and his brother's bodies.

(We see Ed grin wildly as he clapped his hands and create stone spikes, hands, and cannons).

Narrator:

Crona Gorgon; Frightened Lunatic, and wielder of the Demon Sword Rangnorok. Crona's goals are a mystery, even to himself.

(We see Crona, grinning insanely as he slaughters a group of men with a screaming sword).

WHO IS DEADLIEST?

To find out, our world class fighters are testing fictions most lethal combatants. Using 100% fake science, we'll see what happens when the two warriors go toe to toe. No rules. No safety. No mercy. It's a duel to the death, to decide who is...THE DEADLIEST FICTIONAL WARRIOR!

Edward Elric

Series: Full Metal Alchemist

State Alchemist

Specialty: Hand to Hand Combat, Melee Combat, Alchemy

Crona Gorgon

Series: Soul Eater

Wielder of the Demon Sword Ragnarok

Specialty: Sound Attacks, Black Blood

Narrator: To help us get a better perspective on what makes these two teens tick, we have brought in some people who consider themselves experts on their warrior. Representing their brother and boyfriend: Alphonse Elric and Winry Rockbell.

Alphonse: Brother is one of the greatest Alchemists in the world! He's beaten homunculi, and tougher; so I don't think this guy stands a chance!

Winry: I personally designed his automail, there should be no way that it loses out to blood of all things!

Narrator: And in the opposite corner, representing son and (sometimes) friend: Medusa Gorgon and Maka Albarn.

Maka Albarn: I've fought Crona before. He may not act like it, but when he wants to be, he can be a fearsome opponent. I don't think this Edward guy is going to know what hit him.

Medusa: My son may be a disappointment in a great number of ways, but if there's one thing I know he can do right, its kill. This poor Elric child will just be one more on an already huge body count.

Narrator: Tonight the categories have changed to represent the combatants:

Unarmed Combat

Durability

Powers

Weakness

Narrator: For our first test, we'll see how well these two compare in the arena of unarmed combat.

Alphonse: This is easy! Brother knows lots of martial arts; even if he never beat me in a fist fight, he can certainly beat Crona!

(Al demonstrates for the crew several of the moves in Ed's arsenal, which is followed by a video showing off Ed's nimble moves and agility. Suffice to say, the team is impressed.)

Geoff: That's pretty awesome for such a little guy. Alright Team Crona, what can he do?

Maka: ….

Medusa: … I knew there was something I forgot to teach him!

Max: Yeah, I've gone through the video archives, and there doesn't seem to be any footage of Crona fighting unarmed.

Medusa: That was the whole point of the Black-Blood! So he would never BE unarmed.

Geoff: I'm sorry, if you have nothing to compete with, you can't expect to win. Edge goes to Fullmetal

Edge: Edward Elric

Narrator: Now comes the second test, where we put our two fighters through a ringer, to see which one is more durable!

Winry: Ed never gives up! He doesn't even know the meaning of the word quit! He went through the entire automail fitting process while conscious!

(the team is treated to footage of Ed getting various injuries, and always rising to the occasion. He gets shocked, stabbed, punched and beaten in various ways, but he does not quit.)

Medusa: Hmm, the boy's stamina is impressive, shame I couldn't use him in one of my experiments.

Winry: You stay away from him lady!

Medusa: (chuckle) That's cute, you think you could actually do anything to me. Regardless of how tough your boyfriend is, this is my Crona's time to shine. Roll film!

(We see Crona blasted with explosions, sliced with scythes, and shot with bullets. But unlike Ed, fewer attacks manage to pierce his skin. And when they do, Crona was able to keep himself from bleeding, something Ed couldn't do.)

Maka: The Black Blood, the ultimate in offense or defense.

Doctor Dorian: I've gotta admit, being able to control your bleeding is a big plus. Not to mention that because it can become harder then steel, Crona is already very hard to hurt. While Ed's tenacity is appreciated, it doesn't compare to a near bulletproof body.

Edge: Crona

Narrator: With that, we come to our third test, where we see just what makes our two warriors so special: The Powers Test

Maka: I've fought Crona more then once, and let me tell you: That black blood stuff is not to be underestimated. Not only can he form weapons out of his own black blood, he can also emit blasts of pure sound energy that can tear up floors and break bones!

(We see various blood constructs that Crona has made over the years, from swords to needles to spheres to a pair of wings that enable flight. We also see his various sound attacks, which range from long range concussives to massive explosions. All in all, very impressive).

Alphonse: I'm not gonna say that wasn't impressive, but my brother's powers are better all the same. Alchemy is an amazing art, which gives an alchemist control over the very building blocks of matter. With it, Ed can basically turn anything into a weapon, even his own arm!

(We see footage of Ed making his automail arm into a blade; followed by various grappling hands, spikes, and even a giant cannon! Overall, Ed proves he is not to be trifled with.)

Max: Damn, that was impressive. I… I just don't know!

Alphonse: Wait! That's not all Ed can do!

Geoff: What do you mean?

Alphonse: Ed can do more then just create with his alchemy….

(We see Ed using a move taken right from his enemy Scar's playbook. After laying his hands on his material, Ed doesn't bother to rebuild the matter after breaking it down. The result? Inorganic matter tended to break or explode. When used against Greed's 'Invincible Body' it caused his skin to peel and burn away).

Doctor Dorian: Whoa…

Medusa: Please, is that the best your little pseudo-science can come up with? Allow me to show you… the Mad Blood.

(We're treated to Crona using the fearsome Mad Blood technique. Requiring great focus and insanity to use, the Mad Blood created an indestructible, inescapable bubble of Black Blood. The thing gave off madness inducing waves like no body's business, and touching the thing was out of the question. Crona used this to imprison Russia's Death Scythe and his Meister, with apparently little effort.)

Geoff: This is a tough one. Ed's power can make a weapon out of whatever he lays his hands on, while Crona's power makes his own body into a weapon.

Doctor Dorian: True, but if you think about it, Crona is limited to how much blood he has in his body, probably less because some of it needs to stay in. Ed on the other hand can turn anything to his advantage!

Max: Not quite, he still has to clap his hands together first, and then touch what he's going to change. After that, he's still limited by the materials at hand; he can't use more then is there. That's one of the principal rules of Alchemy.

Geoff: That's true. When you think about it, Ed is bound to the laws of Alchemy; but Crona isn't really bound by anything except his imagination. You could say the same of Ed but here's the difference: Ed has to clap his hands and touch something, Crona does not. Suppose Ed loses his automail arm? His Alchemy just got much harder to do. Crona doesn't have that problem, because no matter how beat up he is, he can still control his blood. I have to give this edge to Crona's Black Blood.

Edge: Crona

Narrator: For our final test, we'll be examining what may lead to our warriors defeat: Their weaknesses!

Medusa: Well this shouldn't be to hard; how about the Elric boy's crippling weakness of not being able to reach anything on the top shelf?

Winry: Hey! At least he's not afraid of his own shadow!

Medusa: Aw, you're defending him, how sweet…

Winry: I'm on his team! That's my job!

Medusa: Uh huh, tell me, does his short statue get made up for elsewhere? Like maybe his-

(Slapping a hand over Medusa's mouth) Maka: Okay, that's enough. (She drags Medusa away, muttering something about perverts, and how they populate her entire universe).

Alphonse (blinking awkwardly): Huh… Well, from looking at the footage, I can see several flaws in Crona's fighting style. For one thing, he needs to be in synch with this 'Ragnarok' creature in order for his Sonic attacks to work properly. If he gets distracted, or overwhelmed, he may find himself without a leg to stand on.

Maka: I'm back! Sorry… anyway… let me see… oh! Ed's alchemy is limited by the elements available to him, so once Crona figures out what he's capable of, his move set can become pretty predictable. Also, Ed seems to focus on hand to hand combat, which against Crona is a really, really bad idea. That's putting him right in Crona's comfort range, and leaving him wide open. There's also that temper of his to consider…

Alphonse: Uh… I have no idea what you mean… *hehe*…

Maka: Please, one short comment and he completely flips his lid. That kind of unnecessary anger will be just the thing to make him reckless, and one false move will be all Crona needs to take him out!

Winry: Now hold on, what about Crona's temperament? He's so unstable he's barely able to function. He's so nuts that it makes it hard for him to focus or plan, and he constantly gets distracted. There are times when he doesn't even want to kill, so how is he supposed to win this kinda death battle?

Geoff: Enough ladies, please. Alright, after listening to both sides, and examining all possible sources-

Max: He means we used google!

Geoff: Shut up! As I was saying, after examining all possible sources, we have determined that Edward Elric has fewer weaknesses. Thus, he gets the edge. Crona's fear of pretty much everything and ever changing emotional state just isn't conductive to a death battle.

Edge: Edward Elric

Narrator: With the testing complete, Max Geiger will upload the data gathered from the tests into the battle simulation, developed by Slitherine Studio, to simulate a battle to the death between these two warriors. To make sure that victory isn't snatched by a single lucky blow, the battle will be simulated 1000 times. Who will win in this battle of Alchemy vs. Magic? Will it be the Full Metal Alchemist, who faced down the seemingly immortal Homunculi? Or the demon sword wielding Crona, who has spent nearly his entire life afraid and insane?

Unarmed Combat Edge: Edward Elric

Durability Edge: Crona Gorgon

Powers Edge: Crona Gorgon's Black Blood

Weakness Edge: Edward Elric has fewer weaknesses

It's time to find out which warrior is truly the deadliest. Max hits the button on the computer, and suddenly the screen goes "Matrix" on us.

The battle takes place in the Church of the Sun God Leto (If you don't know what that is, go watch FMA Episode 1) just after sunset. All is quiet and calm.

Suddenly, screams fill the air, and they're coming from the Church! people in the street turn and gawk, but are afraid to go towards the screams. After all, their country had suffered many atrocities lately, and they had every right to fear for their lives.

But there was one. A young man with golden hair and piercing golden eyes. He was short in stature (but don't ever let him hear you say that), with a long red coat that bore an odd snake symbol on the back. One each hand were white gloves, and on his feet were heavy boots. This was Edward Elric, the Full-Metal Alchemist. He had come to to this country to visit old friends and check up on the rebuilding. Now it looked like it was time for him to fight again. Sadly, Al wasn't with him, but there was no time to wait. He was going to half to do this alone.

Throwing open the doors, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the carnage before him. The entire inside of the church was a wreck, with few of the pews left. Surprisingly, there weren't actually any bodies, which only served to throw up several alarm bells in Ed's head.

But there, in the center of the church, was the one most likely responsible. The gender was hard to tell, but Ed was pretty sure it was a guy (My story, I get to decide, I say guy), with light purple hair. He was wearing what looked like a priests robe, and the way he was standing seemed like fear… but at closer examination was more like a predator ready to spring. His light blue eyes twitched from side to side, and Ed could see his lips twitching in barely audible mutterings. Finally, clutched in the unnamed killer's hands was a sword. It was broadsword, and black as the darkest moonless night. It was also dripping with blood.

"Alright you bastard, just who the hell are you?!" Ed yelled, readying himself for a fight.

"Another one?" Crona asked, his eyes locking on Ed. He had sensed Ed the moment he walked towards the Church. Ed almost flinched at the voice. It was way to close to his brother's for comfort. "Should I kill him too?" he asked out loud, confirming to Ed that he was the killer.

"Of course, idiot!" a deeper, more menacing voice said, though Ed couldn't see its source. "We have orders to kill everyone in the Church. This little punk's in the church, he has to die! Now get to it, Crona!" The voice growled. Crona just nodded, his feet shuffling into a ready stance.

Ed wanted to ask who had given this 'Crona' those orders. Instead, it was a different comment that caught his ear…

"Who the hell are you calling so small he could stand on the head of a pin!" he yelled, startling Crona, making him jump back.

"Ah!" Crona quivered "What is he talking about? Nobody said that! I don't know how to deal with this!"

The deeper voice (actually Ragnarok, though Ed didn't know that) just chuckled. "This midget's got a serious temper"

"Midget?!" Ed roared furiously. "That's it!" He'd kicked people's asses for much less. Combined with the fact that this guy was clearly a murderous psycho, gave Ed no reason not to go postal on him.

Clapping his hands together, Ed launched the first attack. Slapping the ground, the area flashed with blue light. Then, the ground around him swelled up, as multiple stone hands burst from the floor and shot towards Crona.

Crona's eyes widened. This was something he'd never seen before! Was it magic? Was this boy a witch? That would just mean his soul would taste all the sweeter.

By the time Crona snapped out of it and mounted a defense, the hands had nearly reached him.

"Screech Alpha!" he cried, swinging his blade in a wide arch. The sword released a scythe of energy that collided with the hands, canceling each other out.

Ed blinked, he had not expected that. Using the dust created from the resulting blast as cover he charged the robe wearing psycho. From the smoke he heard the boy cry out "Bloody Needles!"

Then, quick as a flash several five inch long needles shot through the smoke at him. Ed ducked and rolled, but one still grazed his cheek and another tore a hole in his coat.

Getting back to his feet he charged around Crona, ducking under a purple wave of energy that threatened to tear him in half, slapping the ground as he did. The ground rippled like a wave, making Crona stumble. Ed had considered making the ground a sinkhole, but he didn't want to lose his prey. Instead, he made the ground like mud, causing Crona to sink into it slightly before it hardened again, trapping him.

Crona saw Ed charge at him, and knew he would need a moment to break free. So, cutting his palm, he allowed the blood to pool in his hand, before flinging it in a wide arch. The black blood hardened in a second and became a flying scythe.

Ed saw it coming and slid under it, watching as it passed overhead, the blade coming just a hair's breath away from his forehead. He slide stopped just in front of Crona, who was just about to bring the sword down on him. Ed rose up, metal arm first, to meet him. With a resounding bong the two met, and Crona's eyes widened in surprise when his sword failed to cut off Ed's arm.

Ed sank his other fist into Crona's stomach, and had to stop himself from crying out when he felt like he broke his hand on Crona's iron like body.

Crona took the opportunity to bring his sword down again, and watched as Ed managed to roll out of the way. That worked just fine for Crona though, as the force of the blow broke the ground trapping his feet and let him jump back to put some distance between himself and Ed. He let loose another blast of sound and a wave of blood needles, hoping to somehow hit his slippery opponent.

Ed slapped the stone ground again and quickly transmuted himself a large halberd. Grabbing it, he spun it to deflect the needles coming his way while sidestepping the blast of sound that tore through the air. Stabbing the blade at Crona, he managed to nick the boys cheek, though no blood came out of the wound. Crona charged at Ed, who ducked under the swing and struck Crona across the face with the pole of his weapon, sending him spawning to the ground. He stabbed downward, hoping to end the fight, but Crona rolled away.

As Crona got to his feet, he knew he was gonna need to up the ante here if he wanted to live. As Ed moved to stab him in the back with the halberd, the demon swordsman's back exploded in a shower of black blood that quickly shifted to form a pair of black wings. With a massive jump he took to the air and began circling Ed.

A clap later and the Halberd became a massive spear that got chucked at Crona, only for the boy to barrel roll out of the way and respond with a wall of sound. Ed made a wall of stone to counter it, the two colliding and exploding, the stone wall reduced to dust.

Crona narrowed his eyes, hoping to see Ed through the dust. Finally, after a moment of searching, he saw the silhouette of of his foe. Soaring forward he sank his blade into the spot where the blonde demon's heart would be…

Only he didn't feel any death twitches… no screams of agony… nothing.

Then the dust settled, and Crona saw nothing but a rock dummy made to look like Ed! He had been tricked!

The ground flashed with Alchemy, and large hands grabbed his wrists and wings and held them in place, while another set pinned his feet to the floor. Another flash and suddenly Crona got a good view of Ed, crouching on top of a humungous cannon…. which was pointed straight at the demon swordsman.

Crona felt the panic welling up in side him, subconsciously drawing on the dark power of the black blood to aid him.

In a moment, several things happened in rapid succession:

Edward clapped his hands together, ready to make a cannon ball.

Crona's wings liquified with a thought; allowing the swordsman a greater range of motion.

Ed slammed his hands down on the Cannon, the ball already forming and set to fire.

Ragnarok's arm formed on Crona's side; a thin Katana like blade in his grasp, slicing through more of Crona's bonds, enough for Crona to turn with his side facing the cannon.

The cannonball shot towards Crona, ready to crush him to paste.

Crona made to reform one of his wings, intending to use it as a shield, sure the steel-like quality of the Black Blood would be stronger then stone.

The cannon ball struck the new wing, the Black Blood holding out against the assault… mostly. The ball still struck with such force that Crona was hurled bodily from his bonds backwards into the opposite wall, several bones cracking, the blood in him doing its best to keep him together. The stone cannonball crashed slightly to Crona's right, having lost most of its momentum after striking the wing.

In his head, he could hear Ragnarok berating him. He was supposed to be stronger then this! He was going to be killed if he didn't step up his game!

Ed frowned in annoyance. That should have ended this. Still, his enemy was injured; he could finish this now! He wasn't going to die here and leave Al alone! He clapped again, ready to fire.

"Screech Alpha!"

This time Crona was ready for the cannon fire, as Ed watched Crona swing his blade and release a massive, almost mouth like, projectile composed of dark energy. The blast tore up the floor, slicing right through the stone cannonball and continuing on towards Ed.

The Alchemist felt like his eyes were gonna pop out of his head; and he nearly didn't leap away from the cannon in time. The Alpha struck the cannon, exploding in a shower of debris that shook the building, as well as the street outside, scaring what few people were still out and about back in their homes.

Ed picked himself up off the ground, but has no time to rest as he saw Crona rushing at him, practically gliding over the ground. A moment later the ground shifted upwards towards Crona, the molecules rearranging into razor sharp spikes. Crona was barely able to leap into the air, spikes cutting at his feet.

Ed grunted in frustration, and a second clap sent the spikes into the air. Most missed Crona's lithe body, but more then a few pierced his wings, sending him crashing to earth near Ed; the wings turning back into goo as he did.

Crona got back up on his feet just as Ed charged him. A sword formed in Crona's hands, but he was too slow to take Ed's head off; the blonde ducking with ease. Elric lashed out with his steel foot and slammed it into Crona's knee, the bone cracking audibly.

Crona cried out in pain, and thrust his hand forward, a lance of blood shooting from his palm and slicing Ed's forehead, letting blood leak down into his eyes. But Ed stayed focused, and after clapping his hands, grabbed Crona's outstretched arm.

The effect was immediate. With a spark like lighting, Crona's sleeve, along with the skin on his arm exploded outward. Crona screamed in horror and pain as his lance and sword dissolved from lack of focus.

Ed went to work on Crona, punching him repeatedly about the face and chest, with the Demon-Swordsman only possessing enough clarity to keep his internal blood hard enough to save his life. Finally, he could take it no more and released a scream backed by his Soul Resonance, the pitch so high that several windows broke, and made Ed halt his attack to clap his hands over his ears.

That was the perfect opening, as Ragnarok burst from his partners back and delivered a powerful uppercut to Ed's jaw, sending the State's Dog flying back, hitting the alter at the front of the church before sliding out of sight. Given a moment to breath, Crona began to draw all the blood back into himself.

From behind the alter, Ed realized this was a harder battle then any he'd faced before. This guy wasn't like the other homunculi, and if Ed wanted to get out of here alive, he was gonna have to break out the big guns.

At the same time, Crona was beginning to feel like his life was in very real jeopardy. His fear and madness were climbing higher and higher, not at all helped by Ragnarok whispering threats and taunts into his ear. Crona was now far over the deep end, capable of just about anything to survive. Anything.

Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed throughout the church. Crona's eyes spun in their sockets trying to locate the source. It was then that a shadow descended on him. Crona eyes slowly went upwards, widening as they did so. It was the statue of Leto. It was moving.

(Again, this is something Ed is capable of doing in the original anime.)

Crona panicked and threw a wave of sound at it, striking it in the chest. It had no effect. In response, the statue's mighty fist descended towards Crona, who just got out of the way in time, though was still sent flying by the shockwave.

Crona picked himself up and launched volley after volley at the giant, from sound waves to blood lances, but he wasn't doing much more then scratching the stone.

The statue stomped, and Crona stumbled, and was not able to fully dodge the fist that followed. It clipped his shoulder, breaking some of his bones, and sending him sprawling.

This couldn't be how it ended! No! NO! NONONONONONO! Crona's thought quickly flew away from him, spiraling out of control as fear overtook him. And as his heart hammered away in his chest, something inside snapped.

From behind the alter, Ed crouched at the base of where the statue had stood. It was a lot of work manipulating the statue, but he knew it would be what lead him to victory.

He made the statue move to crush Crona, but halfway there the statue hit something solid. The fact that that something didn't break was somewhat concerning. Ed did his best to see what was stopping the statue, and what he saw was… odd.

The fist looked like it had punched a large black bubble. Ed tried to get the statue to pull the fist out, but it was stuck fast. The bubble pulsed, and Ed suddenly felt like a strange feeling was flowing through the air, and himself. Colors started to blend, it got hard to breath, and voices started to whisper in his mind…

Then suddenly it all stopped, just as an explosion rocked the church. Ed blinked and realized that the bubble had burst, and taken most of the Leto statue with it. He could see the purple haired kid breathing heavily, and figured this was as good a chance as any to end this.

Crona could feel a headache coming on as his blood settled. Doing that… calling on that much madness was hard with the amount of souls he'd consumed, especially after such a drawn out battle. He should have started with the Mad Blood…

He heard footsteps and saw the blonde boy shakily running towards him; his iron arm morphing into a blade as he came closer. With no time to form something complex, Crona settled for his basic broadsword, and swung his blade to meet the blonde's.

Ed grunted in frustration as he pushed his blade against Crona's. He considered lashing out with his flesh hand, but realized he'd do more harm to himself then his enemy, so settled for pushing his metal arm forward with all his might. Slowly but surely, the metal blade was forcing back the black blade.

That was because while he was engaged in a back and forth with Ed's blade, Crona's mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on the drops of blood that littered the battlefield the church had become. Slowly, a little puddle of blood rose up, and made itself into a very familiar shape….

Just as Ed thought he was going to end the battle, a sharp stabbing pain struck him in the back of his flesh leg and lower back, where a few bloody needles had just buried themselves.

That was just the distraction Crona needed. The blade unleashed a scream that shook Ed's arm and sent shivers up his body. Crona forced the metal arm down. He slammed it down with such force that several of the mechanical plates fell off the arm.

Ed managed to keep from crying out as he was forced into a kneeling position. Looking down at his hand, he noticed that several screws had been knocked out. Oh, he was gonna catch hell from Winry for that….

SCHLINK!

That was the last thought he had, as the next moment, Crona drove the blade of his sword through the base of Edward Elric's neck, nearly decapitating him. The Fullmetal Alchemist twitched for a moment, his mouth open in a silent cry… and then he stilled, the life leaving his body.

Winner: Crona

Narrator: In a battle of near total opposite, it was the swordsman Crona that ultimately came out on top. While he may have had superior hand to hand combat skills, Crona's simply to durable to be taken down. And while Ed' Alchemy was versatile, Crona's blood was as well.

Medusa: Heh, it was inevitable really. The boy had spirit, but Crona is simply on a completely different level.

Maka: I knew Crona would win, but I feel kinda bad for that Elric kid. He would have made a great meister. He seemed like a nice guy, but nice doesn't beat the Black Blood.

Winry: What the hell was that! Did you see what the bastard did to my automail! I'll kill him! I'll show him not to mess-

Alphonse: Uh, Winry, I really don't think you need to worry. It's just a simulation. The automail isn't really broken! Though I still think brother's gonna be real sore about losing.

Doctor Dorian: Well, I should have seen that coming. Crona was much to durable for most of Ed's attacks.

Geoff: And even Ed was in his comfort zone, up close combat, he was still playing right into Crona's strength.

Max: I guess Crona was just deadlier at all ranges, mental insecurities aside.

We see Crona standing over Ed's body. He blinks in confusion as no soul appears for him to consume. He didn't know how to deal with something out of the ordinary like that… maybe it was best he just leave. So, dissolving his blade back into blood, Crona makes for the church door. He briefly notes that, like so many other churches he's been to, these doors only open one way. Huh. And with that last disjointed thought, the Demon Swordsmen shuffles out into the night.

The End.

Hello everyone. To all the people who have waited so long for this, let me say that I am so sorry. I didn't intend for this to take six months, really I didn't. But time just got away from me...

Anyway, all further Deadliest Character Fights (And I promise, there will be more) will be done in a slightly different style. Like Death Battle, and so many other DW authors before me, I shall be breaking up the story somewhat. Before each battle, I shall post a preview profile of the fighters, and list their various powers and attributes. These may be different from what I'll judge in the final 'Show', but it will give all of you a chance to put in your two cents on how you think it'll go.

Hopefully from now on I can get these battles out a little faster, and not make you guys wait another half year for the next battle.

What is the next battle you ask? Well... I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

Until Next Time...