LoneWolf16: Whoopee! Reviews! And not just one but MANY!
Djanil: Five is many?
LoneWolf16: -_-;;; Well, to me it is.
Thank you all, reviewers! Thank you for all of the support! Let Tekken and video games rule! Go button smashing!
Djanil: That's enough ranting, LoneWolf16. Get on with the fic, okay?
LoneWolf16: Ooookay. Mugendai brought up a good point: how to summon all those duel monsters I mentioned. Well, in Duelist Combat, summoning Duel Monsters works like this: it just does. Give me a break and don't get so technical, okay? I mean, I know a lot, but not that much…^^. If only the Millenium Item holders can summon monsters, the other duelists are at a disadvantage, not to mention that this fic would be sorta boring. It's more fun to add in monsters for everybody. Let's just say that each duelist carries their favorite card and when they really need / want to, they can summon it (the Duel Monster) by holding the card out like they did in Kaiba's Virtual World game. Use the Heart of the Cards and all that.
Technicalities: To make my life easier and this fic more fun, I don't really want to deal with health points. Same goes for magic. Oh, and I am NOT a boxer / kickboxer / street fighter / karate master / kung fu expert, so I won't be saying stuff like "flying double roundhouse and sidestep" or whatever. I know a little bit about martial arts (got a purple belt in Tae-Kwon-Do) but I haven't done that in ages, and anyway I don't really care for super fancy long names and all that. Duelist Combat is also a one-turn-kill thingy.
Oh, and as Super Hurricane said, there are an uneven number of duelists. So this ficcie will (sorta) fix that. At least make things a bit clearer…
It wasn't exactly advised in reviews, but I sorta need to fix this oddball. Soooo, here's the first duel!
--------------------------
Chapter 3: It Starts
The time had come. The first battle would begin shortly. The thirteen duelists were lined up in a small, secluded room. A man cloaked in black stood before them.
"Welcome to Duelist Combat. Mr. Sennen would like to thank you all for entering his tournament."
The nameless man stared at each contestant.
"I will be the announcer. I will not, however, be the referee. There are only two rules: you have three minutes to kill your opponent. If by the end of the time limit both of you are still standing, the one that is survived the battle better will go on. There are no fouls. And there is no burial."
The "orientation" was over. The unknown man pulled out a piece of paper and looked at it.
"The first duel will be between Tristan Taylor and Duke Devlin."
The two opponents turned towards each other.
It starts…
* * * * *
"BEGIN."
Tristan and Duke stood on opposite sides of an old warehouse. On one side stood the announcer and the timer.
Duke began, in true Dukie style, by letting fly half a dozen dice.
"Ow, man, can't you let up?"
Duke remained silent and dashed towards Tristan. He couldn't let old friendships and emotions get to him. Dungeon Dice Monsters was his life, and he couldn't let it fall apart. A swift uppercut came towards Tristan, who quickly dodged it.
Tristan was surprised. It was as if Duke had regressed to the time when he thought Yugi was to blame for Pegasus' unresponsive state. All Duke could think about was his own problems…
The two teens began to circle each other.
"So, Duke, why are you in this?" Tristan said as he attempted a simple middle punch. Trying to keep this grim fight light.
Duke blocked and retaliated with a jab, which Tristan sidestepped. "Business problems. Need the dough. Why are you?"
"Cash is nice too. And, uh…well, Serenity needs help."
Duke's eyes narrowed. So, Tristan was trying to look cool for the girl, hmm? He'd definitely help, alright…help Tristan look worse, that is.
Duke reached down into his pocket and grabbed another handful of dice. Letting them fall onto the floor, Tristan promptly stepped on them, slipped, and fell onto the hard, concrete floor. Tristan looked up into hard, cold eyes. There was definitely something wrong inside Duke's head. Maybe business troubles can really mess with your mind…
"So, trying to get the girl all for yourself, Tristan?"
"Is that how it is?"
Duke spat. "You bet. A little protective, don't you think? Can't let anyone better get close, right?"
Tristan growled. What was going on in that guy's head? Serenity had better never go near this guy ever again.
Duke kicked at Tristan, who oofed and rolled away. He needed some help.
Tristan pulled out a Duel Monsters card. "I summon…Cyber Commander!"
A black portal opened and the Cyber Commander stepped into the area. He announced his presence with a Ker-plewie! from his machine gun.
Duke quickly backed away. Dang, now he had to deal with two guys…well, he could even it up a bit.
"And I summon…Orgoth the Relentless!"
And so a huge, colossal knight entered the battlefield. With his diamond blade ready, Orgoth was prepared to chop a few things down.
This was definitely a different battle now.
Well, there were two fights going on. Orgoth was attempting to slice and dice Tristan's Cyber Commander, but the Commander kept moving around and taking pit shots at the knight. This was really annoying for the giant.
On the other side, Tristan and Duke were exchanging blows, two amateur boxers flailing away at each other. Actually, Tristan had a slight upper hand – he was taking advantage of his YMCA karate lessons and giving Duke everything he had. Of course, this was YMCA and Tristan hadn't exactly been paying attention, but whatever…
"You think that she actually likes you?"
"Better than you for a change."
This was quickly changing from a battle for money and turning into a battle for Serenity. Aww, how sweet…that is, if you like watching semi-macho guys whacking at each other. Think deer mating season. Think Bambi and that other deer. Think of two male dogs fighting for the same bitch. (Sorry, Serenity-fans ^^;;;) Think of two males fighting for a single female. Think on how stupid it looks to observers. Think…you get the point.
Neither duelist was giving up. Hormones were roused, adrenaline was flowing and bruises were clearly being planted on each combatant. If Serenity had been watching, she probably would have wished that she were blind again (at least for the time they were fighting). Very, very descriptive curses were being said here. Things such as Tristan suggesting that Duke should go do several highly improbable, athletically difficult, and possibly biologically impractical things involving his laptop, a few household items, and a dead fish. And then Duke replied that Tristan was going to be a "fried chicken" if he kept this up. (Duke's prediction was actually very close to the truth, in fact…)
Well, some of the pit shots that the Cyber Commander made were a little haywire. Shooting at very tall knight aimed some of the shots at the pipes near the top of the warehouse. Some of those pipes were carrying some highly volatile fluids. And unfortunately, one of the pipes got hit…
An electrical fire began burning away at the rooftop. Duke and Tristan were not exactly paying attention – they were trying to beat the brains out of each other. The two Duel Monsters they summoned were trying to help their respective masters, but each time Orgoth tried to chop Tristan, the Cyber Commander would maneuver and shoot the knight back. And each time the Cyber Commander tried to shoot at Duke, Orgoth got in the way and blocked the bullet with his armor.
The roof was slowly being eaten up by fire…the wooden support beams were weakening…
The timer was counting down the seconds – 12…11…10…
And then a burning mass of smoldering wood, cracked beams, and splinters came falling down onto the hot-heads below. It was not pretty.
"TIME'S UP."
Well, no one really cared, since they were underneath some very hot stuff.
A slight pause, and there was no response of anyone alive. But then, a roar could be heard from the pile of broken roof beams, along with a few ker-plewies!. The monsters that Duke and Tristan summoned were still alive!
With another roar, Orgoth broke through the roof carrying a badly burned Duke. The Cyber Commander also punched through, shooting a hole using his machine gun. Tristan was also dragged out of the wooden furnace. Neither of them was in very good condition. Their clothes were ripped and Duke had a broken arm. Tristan had a bad cut on his forehead, and both of them had severe burns. Even if they received emergency care, they would be scarred forever…
The announcer then spoke into the microphone. His voice was like a robot – cold and unfeeling of the horror before him.
"BECAUSE NEITHEIR DUELIST IS ABLE TO GO ON, NEITHIER DUELIST WILL CONTINUE."
The first duel of death was over.
-------------------------
LoneWolf16: *looks at what she wrote* Did I really write that?
Djanil: O.o Duh, of course you did. You're the one with hands.
LoneWolf16: It doesn't seem very good. Not at all…
Djanil: *whacks LoneWolf16*
LoneWolf16: Well, anyway, this fic was just so the match-ups would work out a bit better. It's still an uneven number, but at least it kind of works out. Kind of…
This is the only fic I think that will come out this way (a tie). With all of the other duels, someone will win.
Sorry if this is a bit cut off. I'll explain things in the next chapter.
So, the first duel is done. I want to know what you readers want for the second. Make it hard, okay? Nothing too easy…that's no fun then. We all KNOW that Bakura would kill Tea in two seconds flat. That is no fun. But not too hard, because then it's semi-final or final material, okay? Read you all in lovely reviews later!