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Zivon: Unsettling enough on their own, dolls can only be made more terrifying when they're possessed by the souls' of killers.
DAM: Just like Chucky, the voodoo doll, and Blade, leader of the puppets.
Hazzamo: He's DAM, that's Zivon, and I'm Hazzamo, and we're here to look at their weapons, armor, and abilities to decide who would win a Death Battle.
Zivon: Charles Lee Ray was a voodoo-obsessed serial killer known as Lakeshore Strangler. Hoping to make a daring escape, his driver abandoned him and he was forced to hide in a toy store.
DAM: He was then mortally wounded by Mike Norris, Chuck's slightly less awesome brother. With his life slipping, he used a ritual to transfer is soul into the "body" of a Good Guy doll named Chucky.
Hazzamo: He then began his murderous spree in a new body, hoping that he may use his knowledge of voodoo to transfer into a new body.
Zivon: He was killed numerous times by a kid, everything from being shot apart, ripped up by a fan, melted, and have his head blown up with a pump, but he always managed to come back. His last few resurrections at the hands of a lover who gave him his famous stitching and son.
DAM: Yeah, that's going to scar me for life. You know? SEX BETWEEN TWO DOLLS AND ONE OF THEM LOOKS LIKE IT GOT RUN OVER BY A FUCKING LAWN MOWER!
Hazzamo: Aside from his nemesis constantly killing him in his beginning, he was also killed by a couple whose bodies he and Tiffany wanted and his own son, though it appears he may have survived being dismembered.
Zivon: Even in his latest debut, he has shown the smarts to make a mask to cover his scars out of plastic and constantly infiltrates homes through the mail. Yet again, he was killed by Andy with a shotgun, waiting for Chucky to arrive one day.
DAM: While he's one resourceful little doll, willing to use anything he gets his hand on, his go-to weapon is the kitchen knife. Classic slasher trope in the hands of a psychotic dwarf...make a joke about me and I swear to God I'll end you.
Hazzamo: What are you going to do, punch my shin? Aside from his weapon of choice, he has a surprising amount of skill. He's a great stealth artist, has a surprising amount of speed, is as strong as a human in a compact form, and a master of fear tactics.
Zivon: Throughout his career as a horror icon, Chucky has accomplished numerous feats. He's come back from being burned and shot apart, being melted, having his head blown up, being ripped to shreds, shot to death, and dismembered. He's killed dozens of people, pressed on with no head, nearly succeeded in killing Andy after having most of his face sheered off, can overtake other bodies with his voodoo, and has an uncanny knowledge of how to track down his next victims.
DAM: Despite that, he's one of the most drop-kickable combatants to date, aside from his opponent. He's so easy to throw around or, better yet, to fuckin' curbstomp! Oh, look, a killer doll, let's just stay out of his reach and hit him with a long stick until he falls apart.
Hazzamo: That's not very likely, but his doll body in itself is a major weakness. In the beginning he's just a doll and can't really be killed but, if he stays in that body too long, he gains human qualities and can be killed only by destroying his heart.
Zivon: And almost all of his resurrections are brought on by outside forces, whether it be loved ones summoning him, his body being rebuilt, or so on. The only time he's actually ever resuscitated himself is when his blood mixed with a vat of plastic and took over another body.
DAM: Finally, Chucky may be hard to kill, but that doesn't make him invincible. He's still pretty easy to fuck up and incapactitate. Oh, and he's really hot-headed and criminally insane. But, when you look about as fucked up as Freddy Kruger and are somehow even creepier, I'm not gonna nitpick.
Glenn and Tiffany look on in shock as an axe tears a hole in the door, Chucky glaring through and fuming with anger. He opens his mouth to speak, his anger subsiding and giving way to embarrassment as he utters, "I can't think of a thing to say. Fuck it!"
Chucky:
Height: 29"
Weight: 12 lbs.
Weapons and Abilities:
Kitchen Knife
Proportionally Immense Strength, Durability, and Speed
Masterful Knowledge of Voodoo
Feats:
Has come back from the dead after each ridiculous death he's had
Continued to live without a head
Fought on after having half his face sheered off, burned to a crisp, and being melted
Killed over 30 people as a doll
Strong enough to strangle someone to death with a yo-yo
Has mailed himself to his victims with startling accuracy
Weaknesses:
Becomes mortal if trapped in a doll body for too long
Performing body transfer takes time
Has been killed numerous times
Almost always resurrected by others
Prone to violent fits of rage
Zivon: Andre Toulon was an amazing puppeteer who angered the Nazis and their evil Gestapo Major Kraus for mocking them with his puppets. However, they were actually living. Toulon had somehow found an elixir to put souls into the bodies of puppets and kept them alive forever, obedient to his will.
DAM: After his wife got murdered by Nazis and he and his puppets murdered each Nazi responsible one-by-one. When he got to Kraus, he introduced him to a puppet he made to look exactly like him, only it looked like Joan Rivers. That puppet was named Blade.
Hazzamo: Possessed by the brilliant Nazi scientist Dr. Hess, he has a masterful and dastardly knowledge of the human body and how to kill someone. He does so with his hook hand and knife hand.
Zivon: He was the poster boy for the series. While the continuity is near-impossible to follow since the canon is never intact, continuity is always in question, and no one who makes these knows what they're doing, we'll just try to condense as much of a bio as we can.
DAM: To make a dozen long, shitty movies short, he basically serves whoever injects him with the elixir and cares for him, sometimes. He'll do their bidding and kill who he is tasked with killing. He'll even turn on his handler and kill them if he gets fed up with their shit. Yes, that's basically it. Every single movie, that's it.
Hazzamo: While he is hard to bio, he has no shortage of feats. He survived being set on fire, has turned on numerous handlers, is a master of stealth, fought the demon lord Sutekh, has killed seven people, and defeated the Demonic Toys, basically a rip-off of the Puppet Masters series.
Zivon: While as impressive as he is terrifying to look at, Blade is still a puppet. He's very small and light, he's been thrown with ease before.
DAM: Not to mention after he was set on fire he had to be rebuilt. Sure, he may have eternal life, but that doesn't mean he's invincible. He can die...I guess? It's hard to follow, bare with us, the movies are terrible.
Hazzamo: He also never truly acts on his own, it is with the bidding of others or their actions that he reacts. He is truly a puppet in that sense of the word.
Zivon: Finally, the integrity of Blade's weapons is questionable as he lost his knife hand when it fell off in a body.
DAM: This guy looks fucking creepy. Seriously, that's like if the Joker and an albino had an unholy love child and bathed it in nightmares.
Blade drops down before Dana, marveling at his Blade hand with gasps before slashing her throat.
Blade:
Height: 21"
Weight: 4 lbs.
Weapons and Abilities:
Hook Hand
Knife Hand
Doctor's Knowledge of the Body
Proportionally Immense Speed
Bullet Eyes?
Feats:
Master of stealth
Killed 7 people
Fought Totem and Sutekh
Turned on and killed numerous handlers
Survived being set on fire
Defeated the Demonic Toys
Weaknesses:
Has been thrown around with ease and beaten by Totem
Constantly needs care and repair
Weapons can be lost
Only acts when others tell him to or when his hand is forced
Still vulnerable to death even though immortal
Zivon: Alright, these combatants are set, let's settle this debate once and for all.
Hazzamo: We have Chucky, the Knee-High Doll, and Blade, the Puppet Leader.
DAM: It's time for a Death Battle!
A white, two-story house sits in darkness and a heavy rainstorm, monstrous bolts of lightning blasting the air and illuminating it for several seconds each time. The house lay empty on the inside, barren and silent except for the pounding of rain and cracking of thunder. Soon, the house silently echoes with the pitter-patter of small feet scurrying across the linoleum floor on the lower level, a short, shadowy figure heading for the wooden stairs the hooked up to the top level. It scuttled its way on all fours up the stairs, getting to the top and standing up, listening. A crack of lightning illuminated his red hair, childish clothing, and grotesque facial features for a fleeting moment before darkness resumed. The dwarf figure made its way to the first door on its right, slowly pushing it on its creaking hinges to find a white-walled room with a bed draped in a pink, flower-covered comforter on the opposite side of the room. A metallic shing acquainted a gleaming blade being risen up in the figures hand before slowly approaching the bed, step by tentative step. The figure hoisted itself up on the metal frame at the foot of the bed and stood on the mattress, slowly approaching the edge of the comforter by the pillows with a bump underneath it. It's doll-like hand reached for the blanket, another bright light showing his hideously scarred face once more, a ferocious grin on his lips. Breathing heavily with anger, the figure hissed, "Hi, honey, I'm home!"
The doll ripped the covers up, bringing his knife back to stab what he would find. His arm froze and his anger only grew as he found it was merely a white-faced puppet in a trench coat and hat with ominously dark eyes. Chucky growled in anger, "Fuck! This isn't Tiff, it's just some stupid fucking puppet that looks like Joan Rivers dead ass. Where the hell is that stupid whore and my kid?! No one leaves me!"
Chucky brought his leg back and kicked the puppet in the cheek, making its head turn to the side. Chucky hopped down from the bed, heading back for the door and hoping to escape the home to renew his hunt for his wife, only for a light object to fall on the ground behind him. He turned with little expectations but found himself looking at the puppet he had just kicked standing beside the bed, it's wide-open mouth letting out various low hisses, and held up its arms, revealing a shimmering blade on one and a hook on the other. "The hell are you?" Chucky asked, awed.
The puppet only held his arms up slightly higher, Chucky letting out a grumble as he said, "Fine, looks like I have to kill you again, Joan. Gotta say, big fan of the comedy, just not so much the face that made me feel better about myself."
The light to the room suddenly flicked on, Chucky turning and looking at a man with slick black hair looking into the room with a blunt in his hand, looking on with shocked inebriation. Chucky flipped the man the bird as the stoner recoiled in shock, uttering as if he were gagging, "Rude fucking doll, man."
The man continued on his way down the hall, Chucky turning back and staring down his foe as he raised his knife, beckoning the puppet forward with his free hand.
FIGHT!
Chucky yells as he charges at the puppet, swiping his knife at Blade's neck. Blade merely caught the knife with his hook, catching Chucky off-guard before slashing at his stomach with his knife, cutting through his clothing and the skin beneath enough to draw a significant amount of blood. Chucky merely winced as he brought his head back and hurled his forehead into Blade's, making the puppet teeter back from the savage blow. "Jesus Christ, asshole, do you have any idea how expensive overalls are when you're an extra for every crappy midget show they have out these days?"
Blade instantly sat up, Chucky even more quickly on him with a dropkick to the face, slamming his head back into the ground as the puppet slid back into the wall and underneath the bed. Chucky continued his advance, looking under the bed to find no signs of his foe. "Oh, come on, give me a fucking bre-GAH!"
Chucky shrieked as Blade sunk his blade into the small of his back up to the middle of his forearm. Blade slid Chucky back from under the bed before hooking him in the back, the metal curving around his spine and lifting him off the ground like a ragdoll folded in half. Blade's eyes shot out to stare at his defeated adversary, only to be shocked as Chucky throttled him with both hands, shaking the puppet mercilessly. Blade managed to free his hook as Chucky landed on his feet, lifting Blade up and hurling him into the wall, his head denting the wall in and cracking the back of his skull like an eggshell. Trembling and weak, Blade attempted to push himself back up, only for Chucky to field goal kick him in the ribs and pin him against the wall. Chucky propped his hands on the wall and began to continuously kick Blade in the chest, stomach, and face, each blow sounding more savage with the acoustics of the wall. Chucky finally ceased, looking down on the battered puppet and leaving him to lie, panting as he climbed the bed and acquired a pillow case. He approached Blade and stuffed the puppet into the case, quipping, "Ho ho ho, you little bastard, you've been very naughty."
Chucky brought the sack over his shoulder and slammed it onto the floor, Blade inside crashing face-first onto the hardwood floor. He spun the pillow case around a few times before swinging it into a lamp, shattering the piece over Blade's back. Chucky rose the full sack over his head while spinning it once more overhead, the fabric tearing with the help of Blade's knife before he was sung out of the large opening he had torn. He managed to get his body turned around and landed feet-first against the wall, curling up in a ball before springing back out straight towards a shocked Chucky. Blade had his knife hand outstretched and hit true, the steel sliding right through Chucky's damaged right eyes, gouging it out as he retracted his arm. Chucky fell to his knees and squealed like a stuck pig, his field of vision now permanently limited. Blade stepped on Chucky's wrist and sliced down on his hand, amputating Chucky's pinky, ring, and middle finger on his left hand. Chucky stumbled back and screamed bloody murder as crimson spurted from his hand. He collected himself and saw Blade beckon him forward with both weaponized hands, grabbing his own knife off the floor and charging at the puppet with a roar. The two clashed knives, Blade using his hook as an additional shield to hold back Chucky's knife. The two locked into a stalemate test of strength, Chucky soon getting fed up and unloading a hook onto Blade's jaw. The puppet spiraled face-first to the ground, the doll putting his knife back in his overall pocket before grabbing Blade by the back of the neck of his collar and a handful of coat on the small of his back. Chucky hoisted Blade overhead, chiming, "Next stop, the chiropractor!"
With that, Chucky slammed Blade spine-first onto his rising knee, a sickening crack of bone hitting the air before Chucky raised him back over his head. He turned and exited the room with Blade overhead, walking out of the room and standing over the top of the stairs. "You just gotta hate how stairs are such an enemy to people like us, huh? Well, you look like age is an enemy too, so stairs are just that much worse on ya."
Chucky slammed Blade down onto the steps, the puppet tumbling down them until he smashed into the wooding landing below. Chucky fell to his seat and slid down the stairs, skidding on his feet to a stop just before Blade's body. "Oh, did I dwop my favowite dowwy? Wew, shit, looks like I'll have to bwuy mysewf a new one. Jesus Christ, I do baby talk to well."
Chucky's musings of his own speech cost him as Blade shot up to his feet, bring his blade arm back over his body and backhanding it across the doll's throat. Chucky choked out a yelp through his flooded throat and coughed up blood as he clutched his slit trachea, blood coursing out over his hands and chest. Blade brought his arm back and flung it into Chucky's stomach, the blade and some of his forearm popping out the other side of Chucky's back. The doll lay limp over Blade's arm, the puppet rising his free hook and slamming the point down through the back of Chucky's neck and out his throat. The still-living doll coughed and gagged on the metal and his own blood, Blade freeing his arm and looking at his foe hoisted up before him. Blade flung his arm aside and threw Chucky down the rest of the stairs to the first level of the house. Chucky lie motionless at the base of the stairs, a pool of blood collecting around his body. Blade rose his arms in victory, letting out another quiet hiss with his gaping mouth with its permanent smile. His mouth shut and eyes bulged as he saw his blade hand had fallen off, most likely somewhere in Chucky's intestines. Blade looked back down on his foe, his eyes popping out even further as he saw Chucky resting on one knee, pushing himself off of it to his feet and glaring angrily at his foe, trying to regain his breath as he uttered, "You're...so gonna...fucking die...for that...dickhead!"
Chucky was blinded by another flash of lightning, shielding his eyes from its intensity. His eyes returned to the stairs to find Blade had vanished, rolling them as he said to himself, "They always do it the hard way, don't they?"
Chucky heard the clutter of tiny footsteps in the kitchen just a little ways down the hall from him. The doll produced his knife as he put his back to the wall, shimmying his way to the doorway. He peered around the corner, seeing nothing at first until a plastic bowl fell to the ground and spun on its rim for a few moments, Chucky whispering, "You're not as sneaky as you think, pal."
Chucky cautiously entered the room and scanned everything high above his head, finding no signs of the shadowy puppet. He heard something stir in a cabinet beneath the sink, the doll bringing his blade up by his cheek and crept towards the source of the sound. He carefully reached for the small wooden door, gripping the edge between his remaining finger and thumb before flinging the door open. A dark figure lunged out of the dark, dank compartment, letting out the distinctive cry of a cat as it slammed into Chucky, knocking him to his back with a surprised cry. Chucky cursed the cat and scrambled to his feet, muttering, "Stupid fuckin' cat, I'm gonna find and gut that dumb sack of shit after I skin that damn ghost."
Chucky slammed the door of the cabinet shut, revealing Blade standing behind his shoulder, partially obscured. Chucky turned to find his foe and received a hook up through his chin, impaling his tongue and showing up inside his mouth, skewering his soft pallet above. Blade lifted Chucky off the ground and left to gag on the blood filling his mouth. He brought his arm back to gut him like a hog for slaughter but looked upon his empty wrist and let off a dissatisfied hiss. He looked back as Chucky stabbed down onto Blade's hook arm with his own knife. The blow severed his hook from his wrist, a green ooze dripping form the hollow stump. Blade stepped back and looked with shock and popped eyes at his now harmless arms. Chucky struggled to free his jaw of the book but finally succeeded, tossing the bloody tool aside as he spat out a mouthful of blood, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist as he roared, "You're fuckin' done, buddy!"
Chucky grabbed Blade by the neck and ran his knife through his gut, lifting the puppet off the ground, limp over his blade. "Oh, come on, we aren't even done yet, sweetheart."
Chucky freed his knife from Blade, turned on his heel, and threw the puppet at the refrigerator. Blade slammed into the metal door and made a noticeable dent in it, sliding down to his feet before falling to his knees. Blade looked up as he was impaled through the chest and staked to the refrigerator door. Chucky left his knife in the pinned and helpless puppet and instead grabbed the gap between the two doors, ripping the one Blade was stuck to open and slamming it against the cabinet. Blade was crushed further and further with each blow, his head becoming more and more like a very cracked eggshell that oozed his green blood. Soon, Chucky grew bored with slamming the door on his foe and shut the door, looking down on his near-defeated adversary. Blade's sadistic smile never left his face, having looked up at Chucky to show it and open his mouth for more hisses to escape. "That smile is really starting to fucking annoy me!"
With that, Chucky delved his hands into Blade's mouth, grunting as he pried his upper and lower jaws in separate directions. With the cracking and breaking of the leftover integrity of his head drowning out all other noises, Blade's head finally gave way and the top half of his head tore backwards. Everything from his upper jaw up was peeled back, the back of his skull touching the back of his neck. His tongue, lower teeth, and trachea were revealed to the outside world, his now mutilated head resembling a macabre trashcan with green blood spilling upward like a fountain. "Well, that was more fun than banging that loose skank of an ex of mine." Chucky said, freeing his knife from the corpse.
K.O.!
DAM: Ah, man, now we have to explain ourselves to, like, six people. Thanks for nothing, poll!
Zivon: Like we said, the pole does not determine the winner, especially in this case. Blade may seem indestructible in since he is so in all of his movies, but he is far from it when faced with someone like Chucky. Chucky is also advanced in stealth and, while he may come second to Blade in stealth, he was more than enough combat prowess to best Blade. Blade may have the knowledge of a doctor and kills on order or out of necessity but Chucky is just experienced in one thing that makes him more suited for a Death Battle: he just kills for the hell of it. Blade's killed seven people, Chucky has done thirty or so. His strength is also on-par with that of his human self since he can match people many times his own size in this category, meaning he overpowers Blade. His knowledge of voodoo is also on-par with that of Blade's knowledge of the human body and, in a supernatural fights such as this, that gives Chucky a very distinct edge. Blade also had been manhandled by a Totem stronger and more supernaturally powerful than him, both things that Chucky is. He's besting him on both accounts. Chucky's also significantly tougher. Blade had to be rebuilt after being set on fire, Chucky pressed on even after this. Blade lost his knife hand and was encumbered by this, Chucky has tried to continue killing after being melted, having his face torn off, and having his head blown off. Blade is also further handicapped by the fact he needs a master or his crew of puppets to help him win many of his feats, where Chucky has accomplished all of his most impressive ones, save for resurrections, by himself. Chucky also may have only one weapon but it is far more reliable and durable than Blade's weapons that can simply fall off or break. Finally, it comes down to Blade's method of killing and Chucky's weakness of death. Blade has a habit of killing his foes by striking soft tissue or more vulnerable spots on the body like the throat and face. He may be a genius on the human body but he won't be able to kill Chucky in this manner. Even if he pieces together he has to destroy Chucky's heart and does so, it would be game over as Chucky's blood would cause his soul to kick out the doctor's and Ray would have a new body to possess. It would be impossible for Blade to avoid this since all Chucky needs is to have his blood touch an inanimate object and he can take over, the puppet body Blade has is just a husk for the soul to live in. Coupled with his greater knowledge of soul switching there's no doubt Chucky could take over Blade's body and still technically win the fight.
Hazzamo: Blade made it interesting, but Chucky was more powerful, better equipped, and able to come back from more.
DAM: Looks like everyone's gonna be left agape after Chucky ripped Blade open.
Zivon: The winner is Chucky.
Next Time on Death Battle:
Written by Zivon96:
A man in a black suit and cowl pummels Bane, demanding, "Where's the trigger?! Where is it!?"...
Vs...
An arrow zooms past the head of a corrupt lawman and sticks into the wall, the terrified crook looking to find a man in green stringing another arrow, uttering, "You have failed this city."
Sixty Seconds
Two Fighters
One Minute Melee
Absolutely No Research
Who will answer the call of battle?
Disney:
"A forest of thorns shall be his tomb!"
Maleficent
Vs.
Berserk:
"Pathetic. Are you truly the Black Swordsman?"
Grunbeld
GO!
A thin, black figure wanders through an ominous forest of warped and bent trees, lowering her head to duck one last one and find herself at the edge of the forest. The figure's green, feminine face was revealed in the sunlight, a horned cowl atop her head as well as a raven on her shoulder and scepter in the same hand, sneering at the sight of a towering castle before her. She took tentative step after step into the broad daylight, her intrigue only growing with the horrified shouts of men in the distance. She neared the castle wall, her travel being halted as a hole was smashed through the thick stone wall, the dust and rubble clearing to reveal a man clad in draconic armor with a spike-shaped war hammer and dragon head shield. The two stared each other down for seemingly an eternity, the giant man in armor stepping through the hole and towering over the horned woman, looking down on her as he grumbled, "Something as delicate as yourself should not be here, woman. Leave, now, if you value your life."
"I fear nothing, especially men who dress as frightful creatures to instill as much fear into their adversaries as they perpetually suffer themselves."
"You speak wisely. Tell me your name."
"Maleficent, mistress of all evil."
"I am Grunbeld, the loyal servant of Lord Griffith, and you did not take heed to my warnings. For that, you shall die."
"Ha," Maleficent scoffed, raising her arms and making the cuffs of her cloak radiate out like claws, "I would like to see a fool like you try!"
Things Are about to Heat Up.
FIGHT!
Grunbeld raises his hammer and slams the spike down onto Maleficent, the sorceress holding up her staff and catching the weapon right below its head. The bird squawks and flees the scene of battle as Maleficent grunts and strains under the power of the weapon Grunbeld pushed down on her. Grunbeld's power slowly waned as he locked eyes with her, ultimately standing but with limp arms. Maleficent aimed her scepter at his chest and unleashed a blast of lightning into the hypnotized apostle's chest, sending him flying back through the hole in the wall. Maleficent moved to peer into the hole but a flash of light and an ear-shattering bang preceded a massive cannonball flying at her and striking her in the stomach. Maleficent flew back towards the forest, wrapped over the cannonball at her gut. The sorceress flew back-first into a tree, hitting it with a thunderous crack before sliding down to her seat, the ball between her legs and the tree slowly teetering back in tow pieces from the force of her hitting it. Shaking her head of the cobwebs and opening her eyes, Maleficent found Grunbeld lumbering after her, the bottom of his shield having two jagged blades jutting out from the still-smoking mouth of the dragon shield. Maleficent rose to her feet and brought her arms up, the edges of her jagged cloak rising as green fire began to rise from her clothing. She aimed her hands at the apostle and unleashed a torrent of vivid green flames on him. Grunbeld froze in place upon seeing the tidal wave of flames coming at him, only looking on in with petrified shock as they neared even more. The blast engulfed Grunbeld, the wave quickly clearing and revealing him to be where he was standing before, his armor blackened and having steam radiate off it. The apostle fell to a knee, Maleficent approaching the downed warrior and laughing at him, "You pitiful weakling! Did you think you stood a chance against myself?"
Grunbeld abruptly appears standing over Maleficent, the sorceress unable to react before he swung the blades of his shield up, impaling her through the stomach and chest. Maleficent lay limp on the jagged blades, black ooze running down her cloak and dripping onto the ground. "You are not so powerful now, witch."
Grunbeld spun around and threw Maleficent off his blades, bouncing off the ground and tumbling to a pile halfway between the castle and the forest. Grunbeld moved towards her and stood over here body, sensing life was still inside the ball of fabric covering her. The apostle raised his war hammer up high one last time to finish off the sorceress. Maleficent did not intend to go quietly and showed it by springing up and jamming her scepter's orb into his stomach, electricity coursing over Grunbeld's armor and making him jitter and tremble. Still letting the juice flow through the apostle, Maleficent put the palm of her free hand before his face and conjured a fireball, letting it blow up before his eyes and further darken his helmet. Grunbeld flopped to his back, groaning in pain until his eyes shot open, revealing them to be yellow and slit vertically like a reptile. A cloud of steam erupted from the cracks in Grunbeld's armor, Maleficent, slamming the end of her scepter opposite the orb onto the ground and forming a green, transparent ball around herself. The scalding air passed harmlessly over her, soon clearing to reveal Grunbeld's transformation into a gargantuan dragon coated in jutting stalactites with a maw full of sharp teeth. "Ah, a true challenge, but two can play at this game!"
Maleficent held her arms out wide as flames shot up from underneath her and up towards the heavens. Her humanly body was burned away, a massive, dark figure taking her place in the flames and spreading its wings. A clawed hand stepped out of the towering inferno, the flames subsiding a revealing a dragon with a purple underbelly and green flames ushering out from its mouth. Maleficent let out a furious roar and glared at her foe. The dragon's tail slumped to the ground and eyes radiating shock as it looked up at the towering Grunbeld, the sorceress barely the size of the apostle's head. Seeming to smile at his fearful foe, Grunbeld slammed his hand down on Maleficent's back, crushing everything below her neck like a tomato. Blood, organs, and bone protruded out of every angle of Maleficent's broken body, letting out an agonizing roar as Grunbeld reared down with an open mouth. The dragon clamped his jaws down on Maleficent's head, rearing back and tearing her neck off from her body. He chewed it heartily and gulped it all down before raising his head for one more victorious, earth-shaking roar.
K.O.!
Grunbeld, having resumed his humanly form, makes his way back into the castle, falling to his knee to a man clad in white armor with long, white hair.
This Melee's Winner Is:
Grunbeld
That's the beginning of the season, everybody! I know this is up out of schedule, but I wanted it up since I knew how quickly I could make these and give you some updates. I started college up again on September 2nd, so I may not be uploading as regularly as I used to but I'll still try to get a few up every month. Also, our next two fights are written by Zivon96, they'll be up very quickly and I can't wait to see what you guys think of what he made. Finally, we have the Season 5 schedule with Melees included. Here that is now, see you guys soon! Thanks for all the support, keep the love coming here, on my other stuff, and with my friends, and don't forget to cite your DAM sources:
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Planet Eaters Fight after High Request
The Greatest Robotic Creations Test who is Superior
Expand Dong versus Wreck-It
Finale: Anime's Most Beloved Hero versus Comic's Most Feared Villain
One Minute Melee:
Insane Femme Fatales of Iconic Fighting Games Brawl at Long-Last
Feared Swordsman versus Azure Knight
Raging Demon versus Penance
Half-Demon Spawns Put Their Powers to the Test
The Fastest of Marvel and DC Fight after Much Pleading
Hellsing's Secret Weapon versus Jojo's Overpowered Villain
These Two Fighters Stretch It to the Limit
Millionaires in Armor Gone Mad Take Their Rage out on Each Other
Rematch of the Horror Icon Century
Huntress versus Witch
Cannibal Monster versus Creepypasta Legend
Sand versus Earth
Finale: Prince of All versus Last of His Clan
