The obligatory boss battle. Enjoy!
"I've been running through rain that I thought would never end.
Trying to make it on faith in a struggle against the wind.
I've seen the dark and the broken places,
But I know in my soul that no matter how bad it gets,
I'll be alright...
There's hope in front of me!
There's a light; I still see it!
There's a hand still holding me,
Even when I won't believe it!
I might be down, but I'm not dead!
There's better days still up ahead!
Even after all I see,
There's hope in front of me!"
-Danny Gokey, "Hope in Front of Me"
He stood on Final Destination, watching as ambience flashed all around the simple stage. It had been a hard fight to get where he was now, preparing to face his most powerful enemy yet. Only two stock, and 5 minutes on the timer. He had done this many times before. There was no way he could lose—and no way was he going to turn back.
The man in green whipped his head in the direction of a familiar laugh. Master Hand floated toward him, and as part of his battle entrance, he pointed his index finger towards his opponent. At the same time, Crazy Hand emerged from the other direction, waggling his fingers and laughing maniacally. The two did a gigantic brofist in the air and then focused in on their challenger.
Letting out a breath, the green-clad challenger started attacking at once, starting with Master Hand. He threw several up and forward smashes, and then slipped behind him to attack the wrist. Since the Hands shared the same health meter, doing damage to one also lowered the HP of the other. He had to resist the temptation to execute aerial attacks, since he knew that it left his defense vulnerable. For the time being, he stuck to his quickest and most powerful attacks, keeping an eye on the entire battlefield. If the Hands weren't coordinating attacks, then one was preparing an attack while he had the other on the ropes. Patience and defensive techniques were key, as Master and Crazy could pull a fast one with their combined attacks. Crazy Hand, especially, had wild, unpredictable movements. The man found himself caught by his flailing attack more than once. His keen eyes watched carefully for their every move, and once he saw their attacks take shape, he made quick decisions on how to react.
When the Hands began to throw the rising platforms, he began to dance and dodge about the stage, avoiding them. All of a sudden, Master Hand swooped down and grabbed him! As he began to squeeze, the trapped man struggled with almost superhuman strength and managed to wrench himself free. Then, Crazy Hand initiated a game of Pong with Master Hand using an energy ball, trying to hit their opponent with it! The man shielded and roll-dodged, and as soon as the attack was over, he went back on the offensive. First nailing Crazy Hand with some swift aerial attacks, and then sliding out of the range of Master Hand's swipe attack. He threw some good kicks at Master Hand, and then took a chance with his whirling cyclone attack. Turning his attention to the stunned Crazy Hand, he smacked a Super Jump Punch into his palm, and when he landed, he used his floor attack to keep Master Hand at bay before nailing him with a flip kick.
Crazy Hand launched into the air and flew at the opponent from the side, but he was ready. At the last possible second, he activated his shield, and while Crazy was recovering from the attack, he bent his elbow and let him have it right on the knuckles. Master Hand took the opportunity to perform his laser attack, nearly pushing the man off the stage. He managed to grab the edge, but then Crazy Hand decided it was payback time for that painful attack. He plucked the helpless fellow off the platform and applied an ungodly amount of pressure. Crazy couldn't crush the man's will, though, and he broke free just as he had done with Master.
Speaking of Master, he clenched his fist above the platform, aiming to squash the challenger. Said challenger saw, and once Master slammed back down, he whaled at the prone Hand until Crazy arrested his attention once more. He walked his fingers toward him before kicking him into a now-recovered Master Hand. From there, they commenced to whack him back and forth in some sick game. Crazy Hand finished by drilling him into the platform. As he struggled up, Master Hand temporarily incapacitated him with a loud snap of his fingers. To add insult to this injury, the Hands elected to give their opponent a taste of his own medicine, pummeling him nice and hard while in this vulnerable state. Together, they launched him off the stage, but a misfired Green Missile saved him from losing a stock.
After successfully recovering to the platform, the man looked up in time to see Master Hand flash him a certain gesture before becoming airborne and attempting to smack into him. He blocked the attack and wasted precious seconds gaping at him.
Did he just do what he thought he did?!
The distracted man was suddenly hit with bursts from Crazy Hand's projectile attack. He barely avoided falling off and started firing off projectiles of his own—his fireballs. While keeping Crazy pinned in this way, he marched up to Master, making him see stars with a smattering of smash attacks. As Master staggered, Crazy charged up a laser attack of his own. This time, the man in green was ready for him. Quickly, he got behind Crazy and battered away at his carpals, finishing with a strong kick. Crazy went flying and smacked right into Master.
A quick check let the man know that his opponents' HP was very low. They could be finished with a few strong attacks. And that was just what he did. He attacked with a series of overhand hits, causing the Hands to writhe uncontrollably. Unfortunately, they had one last trump card to pull. Crazy threw a single rising platform at him, and the man started to roll and dodge, anticipating the stage hazards. Instead, he ran right into Master's grasp! He squeezed and squeezed while the man struggled with everything he had. Finally, Master gently placed him back on the stage.
He was asleep.
For a while, the Hands watched, weighing their options. They could let him sleep it off and give him a chance to calm down, or they could finish the battle. While lost in thought, they didn't notice the green man wake up. By the time they did, however—
…it was too late.
Yelling out, the man finished the job on the Hands with his spearhand, watching proudly as the Hands moaned in agony. Slowly, they drifted off the stage and into the distance, a bright light enveloping them. The man let himself go stiff and fell face-forward onto the floor, balancing on his stomach.
However, he allowed himself only a quick moment of celebration. He knew that it was only halftime, and the toughest part of the battle was about to begin.
As he slowed his breathing once more, flurries of black splotches began to swirl around him, and he readied himself to take on a being more powerful than Master Hand and Crazy Hand combined…
To be continued…
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