Hello again everyone, and I can thankfully say that the heat is dying down, literally now that the haze from the fires going around are starting to get contained and whatnot. I swear, you can set your calendar by them in Kelowna. (By the way, this is just a joke, my Dad lives there and see's them around the same time every summer for the past, like, seven years cause it gets so dry up there. I mean no offense by this.)

Now, with that ass-covering done, let's get down to the winning votes, which are too...

Spoiler: Winning Votes

And let me just say, We should have tried our luck with the Slot machines.

Now, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!


You did the thing that made the most sense to you.

You got behind the obviously larger and stronger person and shielded your squishy self from the quickly descending fight-nut of a Wrestler before you.

At least, that was the plan in mind, but that quickly went to the wayside when you barely got out or range of Kid's reaching fist's, falling down in an uneven crouch rather than the efficient back step you tried to do.

Thankfully, it seemed to have worked just as well as your previous plan, as Clay rushed forward, meeting Kid's grasp and blocking your view for a moment. Thus, seeing an opportunity for what it was, you quickly did a half-frog like leap to make some space, trying desperately to stay out of eye sight.

Luckily, the two seemed entirely engrossed with each other more so that you, both smashing the other through as many things as they could, and at points taking to the air as if they had helipacks of their own. In any other time or situation, you would have made yourself comfortable and gotten a salty snack of some sort, but at the moment, you were painfully aware of the fact that without the help of the cowboy in front of you, you would almost certainly be in TREMENDOUS pain at the moment... or worse.

So, you decided to do what you could, and shift this crappy situation into your favor as much as possible.

As you watched the two grapple again for a moment, and ducking again to avoid the flying remains of a roulette wheel, you had a few thoughts reach you in that instant.

The first, was that while Clay was definitely holding his own, he wasn't really winning either. Sure, he was doing a damn sight better than you would have on your own, but even you could see where Clay was starting to tire. A flinch here and there, a slight second more needed to fling the wrestler off, it was a lot of little things combining to form a much grimmer picture.

The second, was the fact that the golden Arm shaped belt of Kid's had been glowing progressively brighter throughout the fight. And given the fact that it had been a Wu sense from Wuya that alerted to his presence in the first place, it didn't take you long to connect two and two.

Speaking of which, why was Wuya so silent right now? Ever since that initial scream of warning, you hadn't heard hide or hare of from her. So, while still looking at the fight happening in front of you, while still giving as much as space as possible, you felt over your coat and pockets for her mask.

And then started to panic a little as you felt nothing. WHERE WAS SHE? How were you going to find the Wu if she wasn't with you, even IF you escaped this psycho in a mask.

The thoughts that followed after were quickly derailed again, however, as the fight escalated in a way you had not expected. To start with, Clay seems to have upped the level of audacity by flinging casino chips at speeds just short of bullets, and on the Kid's side, even more ludicrously, he was matching the shots with his own chips.

But, seeing as they were engrossed in their own little deadly not-snowball fight, you saw a chance for cheating.

"Third-Arm Sash!" You quickly called out, sending the appendage as quickly as it could go, attaching itself as firmly as possible to Kid's belt, and then pulling back as hard as it could.

As the Sash pulled, Kid seemed to double over at the waist, and closed his eyes for a second, as both sides of the conflict drew their attentions to your hunkered down form.

For a moment, you thought your plan would be an imminent success, both netting you a useful Wu, and denying your enemy from using it for whatever it did. This moment, however, did not last long.

As Clay snapped out of his surprise from the sudden intervention, so too did you see a small smirk grow on Kid's face, that you KNEW would spell trouble.

"Heh. Nearly forgot about you over there. And hey, you got Guts too, attacking me like that while i'm having an honorable match with this guy in front of me." Kid said as he slowly straightened himself up, against the pull of the Sash.

"However." Suddenly, he lunged his torso forward, as if doing a chest bump against the air, and you were yanked forward from your position, legs flailing from the sudden departure from the ground.

"Going close-quarter's with a Wrestler is ALWAYS where their most deadly, especially when you go after my Mikado Arms!" Kid Called out as you crossed the halfway point between him and the ceiling.

As soon as he said the Wu's name, the belt he had been wearing suddenly disappeared, seemingly sinking into his body like a rock into a body of water. Another thing your panicking mind noticed was the fact that the light that had been building up on the Wu throughout the fight with Clay had moved from his waist to his arms, coating the appendages in an eerie halo of energy.

You could only barely able to prepare yourself for the pain you knew would come, bracing your arms over your face and vitals.

"Here it comes! My Muscle Sky-Scrapper!" He yelled as he quickly shot towards your position in the air in what seemed like an instant.

The surprises didn't stop there, as instead of a straight uppercut like you were preparing for, he instead positioned himself above your prone form, locking you in a scissor grip with his legs that prevented you from activating your helipack.

"And now that I know about your little joyride, I'll make sure this landing sticks!" Kid taunted down as he felt you become more panicked with each second of airtime that seemed to last for an eternity.

Then came the pain. You nearly passed out from the sudden feelings, combined with the disorientation of having your ribs slowly crushed, before it came to a thankfully numb end as you felt something shattering against your back.

You appeared to have blacked out for a moment, because as you became aware of your surrounding once again, it wasn't in the ruins of a casino on torn carpet, but instead to the feeling of cold tile against your bare skin behind a counter full of broken glass and dropped food.

As you tried to remember what happened and move up, you were struck with an insane sense of pain, making even breathing more of a chore than it had any right to be.

(HP: 405-300=105)

All you could do was groan, so you did.

"OOOOOOoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." you moaned, starting with your attempt to shout, before trailing off into a whisper as you remembered just WHAT happened.

You were shot up through the floor, and all its wiring, metal, and stucco, before being bounced off the roof by sheer inertia, and then went on a massive spiral through one of the top floor kitchens, now abandoned due to a combination of your fight, AND flight.

So here you were, afraid, incapable of moving, and nearing ever closer to Death's door. I can't get much worse than this.

The fact that it might of jinxed yourself didn't even bother you at the moment, as another lance of pain went through your side. This... would take time you didn't have.

Unfortunately, it seems your little hiss attracted some attention, causing you to tense up as best as you could, in case this was the end.

Fortunately, however, as your head was facing the direction the noise came from, you could see very clearly who it was.

It was Omi, who was snacking on a plate of chicken and rice, though both were quickly dropped upon seeing your mangy form sprawled over the floor.

"AH! My Friend! What had Happened to you! You were so young! So much to live for! And now you are gone! WAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Omi quickly began hyperventilating and crying giant streams from his eyes, most of which were making your wounds sting all the more.

So, you tried to get the little cheeseball the stop.

"I'm...not dead...you, twit." You coughed out as clearly as you could, feeling all the while like a lung was trying to make its way out as well.

That seemed to snap him out of whatever state he made himself into, but only put him in a worse one.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Zombie! Stay back! I need my Brain!" He yelled as he the ran behind on of the counters around you, before cautiously poking his head out from the side.

For a moment, you wondered if there was something in the water that made the Monks go into such states so easily and quickly, but you had bigger concerns at the moment, like not dying.

"Not...now. HELP ME!" You rasped out as quickly as you could, pain momentarily overtaking you. How you were still conscious at the moment, you had no idea.

Thankfully though, it seems your little plea did the trick of showing the littlest Monk that no, you did NOT want to eat his brains, he quickly rushed over to your downed form and began surveying the injuries.

"Hmmmmm. Lacerations of mid to small size along the back, small pieces of shrapnel along the inner and bottom rib, and massive bruising along the legs and inner fore arms. This is quite serious." Omi listed in an almost detached, clinical manner. It was kinda chilling to hear just how badly you had been hurt in a literal matter of seconds. It also kind of freaked you out to hear the words coming from someone who you initially pegged as a naive kid. But, the next words words he spoke broke you out of any thoughts you had, and instead filled you with a profound sense of relief.

"Do not worry, friend Spicer. I shall heal you." Omi said with a massive grin lightening up his face.

As you faced him, you were only able to say one thing before losing consciousness again.

"Thank...you."

With that, the world became black again, and you began to Dream.

END OF CHAPTER

CHOICE: CHOOSE ONE FOR YOUR FLASHBACK

[] What Started it All Part 2

[] Science in Action

[]Sister Sister

[] That's What it's All A-Bot

END OF CHOICE

GAINS AND LOSSES

Gained:

Temporary Status; -Crippled- Servere: Due to massive injures to your person, until you are healed, you are unable to move, and suffer a drain of -5 HP per minute until resolved. If you ever reach this level of injury, you f*cked up.

Lost:

Helipack: The tool you used to fly through the skies like the bird you always wanted to be as a child. It has been cruelly ripped away from you by a brute, who literally shattered it into pieces and sent pieces of it scattered across both the area and your muscles. As it is, it can NEVER be repaired to the same standard that it was before. It CAN, however, be replaced thanks to your previous blueprints ready.

And there we have it folks. We got capital R RWKT by Kid. He got some awesome crits, plus a multiplier from his Mikado Arms. Frankly, and i'm not even joking here, this literally could have been the end of him. So, I decided to throw us all a bone and had us stumble into Omi, who was stuffing his face in the kitchen while the fighting was happening. Until we are healed, however, we are going to be 'dreaming', or rather reminiscing, while in our pseudo coma until we're healed enough to function and walk. So, like, two or three chapters before going back to the Kid who destroyed us. Maybe reaching out towards the WRESTLER was a bad idea. Who knew?

Well, until next time!