The Dark Master scowled, seeing the humanoid silhouette become transparent.
"Prepare yourselves! They're coming." the master hissed to Servu and Drek, who nodded confidently.
"So, who will you take out?" Servu asked Drek.
"I could take out them all." Drek said dismissively.
"Then you don't mind if I take out Trace?" Servu hissed. Drek smiled.
"Go ahead, and then I'll beat him after you lose!" Drek replied and Servu growled.
The hunters continued staring at the door anxiously before Spire sighed.
"The door's not going to open on its own!" Spire said. The door slid open by itself. There was a stunned silence.
"You were saying?" Trace said dryly, walking through the door. The other hunters followed, and as Spire approached, the doors slid shut quickly, and he walked into them painfully. Sylux chuckled, walking past Spire through the doors, which quickly slid open to allow him entry. Spire hurried forward, but the doors slid shut again. The other hunters shrugged and the door opened to allow them, but as soon as Spire tried, they shut again.
"Stop that." the master told Servu, who reluctantly stopped using the door remote. Drek was chuckling.
"Idiots..." the master sighed, settling on the throne as the inner doors opened, Trace leading the hunters into the room.
"Servu, let Spire in!" Drek hissed. Servu hastily unlocked the outer doors and Spire burst into the room a few seconds later. A forcefield sealed the door. The hunters had arrived at last.
Trace looked around the new room, which was mostly a large chamber lit by torches, with a throne in the back of the room. Above the throne was a series of tablets, upon which there were silhouettes. 2 were kriken shaped, no doubt symbolizing Drek and Servu. A third was in shadows, and Trace couldn't tell what it was. The final one was transparent and humanoid, possibly symbolizing the dead Dark Hunter.
Upon the throne sat a skeletal humanoid figure, clad in shiny black armor, gazing at the arrivals with the air of indifference. Aside from the throne and 2 pillars, the room was open space. Weavel and Kanden eyed the room with apprehension. It took a moment, but eventually all eyes were on the skeletal figure.
"Who are you?" Samus demanded. The figure chuckled malevolently.
"I am the Dark Master, the leader of the Dark League. I'm sure you've heard of me, Miss Aran. I know all of your motives...and so much more." the Dark Master grinned, gesturing to Samus.
"Your so called personal mission was simply to locate the existence of the League. Spire was called here to witness the continued existence of the League. Noxus was called to remind him of his failures. Sylux is here to remember the Dark Armor, and to destroy the memories the symbolize: Hatred and failure. You'll never be rid of them, Sylux. They're eternally with you. Weavel was fascinated by the darkness and power the Armor possessed, and he willingly seized some armor. Kanden was the same, still wishing to prove his power. Trace, your motive amused us the most. You came to help your brother, Drek, who you believed is unwillingly in our group. You're wrong, as Drek never needed help!" the master smiled coldly, and Trace scowled furiously.
"Furthermore, you wished to destroy the League itself. I congratulate you on getting this far, but this is as far as you'll go. There are 3 members of the League left. Drek, Servu, and myself. Your goal is in reach...but can you do it?" the master continued.
"Easily!" Trace snarled. The master chuckled, chills running down the hunters' spines.
"Show us what you've got then!" the master sneered. A forcefield orb surrounded the master, who shifted into a more relaxed position. Servu and Drek appeared on opposite sides of the room.
"I'll take Trace!" Servu sneered. Trace nodded and walked towards Servu.
"Trace?" Sylux started, uncertainly.
"I'll be fine. I've beaten him several times, and I'll do it again." Trace said.
"Trace. You don't have to be alone!" Noxus whispered, but Trace waved his hand dismissively.
"So that leaves 6 for me?" Drek asked with a grin, his armor creating a helmet around his venom head. Servu's armor did the same around his head, the yellow eye gleaming maliciously.
Servu smirked as Trace calmly waited for him to make the first move. Did the fool think he could beat him, the greatest kriken in the universe? It was time to earn the respect he had deserved from the beginning! He fired his Imperialist slightly to the left of Trace, who stepped back decisively, the beam's inaccuracy causing it to miss.
"Servu, you can't fool me. I'm the 2nd greatest sniper in Kriken history." Trace said confidently. "Second to me!" Servu snarled, firing again. Trace sidestepped it, and Servu growled in frustration.
"No, second to Drek." Trace replied, firing his own Imperialist. Servu dodged, leaping into the air and firing down upon Trace. Trace leapt backwards, firing upon the descending figure, who twisted in midair to avoid the beam. Trace frowned. Servu was being too predicatable, although the moves were tough to counter. No wonder Servu never got respect, he used the same techniques over and over. Next Servu would try to disable his weapon. Trace pivoted, and a beam aimed for his weapon missed by an inch.
Trace chuckled in amusement. Although trying to predict Servu was risky, it was his best chance to beat Servu quickly, hopefully with the Light Beam. Trace morphed to Triskelion, lunging at Servu, who hopped over the Triskelion. Trace immediately backtracked, avoiding Servu's attempt to hit the Triskelion.
So predictable...Trace thought lunging forward, hitting Servu, who grunted in fury. Servu morphed to Triskelion and they circled around, looking for a chance to strike. Abruptly, Trace decided to mess with Servu's mind by rapidly sidestepping to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right. It looked sort of like a tap dance. Drek started laughing, having not yet initiated his battle yet.
"The Triskelion Dance?" Servu hissed, bewildered. Why was Trace doing a useless move? It wasn't like Trace at all! He lunged forward, hoping to catch Trace while he was being weird. Trace sidestepped to the left and lunged as well, both Triskelion passing harmlessly. They circled and lunged again, once more doing nothing more than a slight clip to the other. Drek had ceased laughing and now just looked weirded out.
"Um...why is he doing a typical mating ritual as a battle move?" he asked, a little too loudly. Both battling krikens returned to biped and stared at Drek incredulously. All hunters all had the identical facial expression.
"Seriously, Trace. You need a girlfriend!" Drek said, oblivious to the odd looks he was receiving.
"Drek...do us all a favor and start fighting!" Sylux yelled. Drek nodded absently.
"You can start the fight, fools. I'll beat you anyway." Drek said. Spire grumbled and fired his Magmaul at Drek, who sidestepped, keeping his eye on Servu and Trace. Samus shrugged and fired missiles, but Drek fired his Imperialist, still not looking in their direction, the beam slicing through the missiles easily.
Sylux fired his Shock Coil and Drek fired his Imperialist again, the beam hitting Sylux's foot, making Sylux grab his foot in pain, all thoughts of fighting gone. Noxus did a Shadow Freeze, but Drek jumped moments before the charge was released, watching Trace and Servu circle in Triskelion again. Weavel split into half-turret, and Drek fired again, striking the upper half, which collapsed, too weak to continue fighting. The battle with the Dark Hunter had drained most of his energy.
Kanden fired his Volt Driver, trying to use its rapid fire shots to actually draw Drek's attention, to no avail. Drek ignored them all together, dodging the Volt Driver shots with more speed than any of the hunters thought possible. Drek fired his Imperialist, hitting Samus, knocking her to the ground. Sylux regained his composure and fired his Shock Coil. Drek faced the hunters and leapt into the air, dodging all the shots with incredible flexibility, firing his Imperialist downwards, hitting Noxus, who collapsed to the ground in agony. Another beam disabled Sylux's Shock Coil, and Sylux stared at it numbly.
Drek landed gracefully, flipping backwards to avoid a Magmaul shot, firing his Imperialist to disable Samus' missiles. Spire lunged forward, slamming his fist at Drek, who calmly ducked, firing his Imperialist into Spire's Magmaul. With a smirk, Drek next fired, disabling the Volt Driver as well. All eyes turned to Noxus, the only hunter still with a weapon or in shape to battle. Drek ducked a Judicator bolt, returning fire, striking Noxus in the chest, and the Vhozon dropped like a stone.
"Too easy!" Drek sneered, firing again to disable Noxus' Judicator. Weavel fired his Battlehammer from his position on the ground, but without a steady aim, his weapon was ineffective. Drek sighed and fired, disabling the Battlehammer.
"What's next?" Drek asked in a bored voice. The hunters nodded to each other and lunged recklessly, ignoring their injuries, hoping that their fists or weapons would connect to Drek, but Drek dodged and jumped to avoid every punch, club, or kick. He leapt over their heads, landing a few feet away.
The Dark Master watched the battles with interest, seeing Servu and Trace battling with great intensity, and Drek defeating the others with ease. Even if the hunters beat his krikens, he was still stronger. He chuckled as Drek fired his Imperialist with perfect accuracy, disabling all their weapons. They had to resort to physical force, a technique worthless thanks to the Dark Armor, and Drek's sniping ability.
One thing bothered the master. Why wasn't Drek tapping into the armor's powers of teleporting? The master shook the thought away. Tactics weren't important, although it was amusing to see the hunters struggle against his minions. The battle between Trace and Servu had barely begun, and the battle between Drek and the 6 hunters was almost over.
Servu and Trace lunged at each other with Triskelions again, both scoring a direct hit (partly because they were still haunted by Drek's mating ritual comment to attempt to dodge). Although the attacks with Triskelion were nearly identical to the ritual, it was unnerving that Drek would point that out. Both returned to biped, Imperialists pointing at each other. The time had come for them to fight with all their abilities, and only one could triumph!
TO BE CONTINUED...
This chapter was pretty easy to make quickly, and the second part will be up quickly as well. I'd appreciate a review up to this point. Questions, etc that arent review related should be sent as a PM, and I will answer immediately after receiving.