Hell
Cloud flew over the darkened waves, mind buzzing.
Have I wiped out an entire race?
No, Slammer must've landed first.
But I didn't see the signature scorch marks.
I am not killer.
Scum.
I didn't do it. This isn't like last time.
Oh, but last time you enjoyed it didn't you? Loved the smell of roasting flesh, the sight of families bleeding and dying, children-
NO!
Admit it, you had fun. It was all a game, you said so yourself.
I.... I.... I didn't know, OK? He lied to us. He manipulated-
Below Cloud, Besaid was burning. And at the center of it stood a giant, destroying all that stood before it.
"SLAMMER!"
Cloud swooped out of the darkness, a dark dragon spewing fire. Shell after shell from his bazooka arms crashed into the iron giant, but the blossoming explosions barely dented AC Castle's thick armor. Cloud landed with a sickening crash across from Slammer, scowling.
"So you survived the fall, huh. I didn't think you were tough enough." said Slammer, voice like thunder, greeting him with a grenade.
"Well, you don't know me all that well now do you, bitch?" Cloud sidestepped the attack with infuriating ease.
"Evidently not." Another grenade lit the shadows with its cold luminescence.
AC Castle was heavily armored humanoid packing an oversized grenade launcher on one arm and a decorated flamethrower on the other. The back carried a vicious chain gun and large rockets. In the brightly lit arena back on Earth Castle had only been slightly intimidating. Now it was terrifyingly demonic.
Cloud flicked a switch as he boosted back out of the ruins of Besaid into the shadows beyond. Music flooded his mind, darkness consumed his soul.
Dead I am the one
Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees
Strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky
Watching angels cry
While they slowly turn
Conquering the wurm
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Slammer dropped Castle into a low crouch as his chain gun came alive. Cloud circled him, surprisingly fast for all his extra appendages, strafing Slammer from behind with his "webs," spread bazooka shells. Before Slammer could recover he circled again and launched more webs in an attempt to keep his opponent off balance. This didn't phase Slammer at all, however, who just brought the chain gun to bear on Cloud, an almost continuous stream of led burning through Spiderman's armor like a pack of rabid rats chewing through a wood door.
"I win. As usual." Slammers smug tone made Cloud's skin crawl.
"You sure 'bout that?" Cloud punctuated the remark by launching a massive wave of rockets blindly towards his gloating foe. When the smoke cleared, AC Castle closely resembled the crater-covered surface of the moon, and the chain gun and flamethrower bearing left arm lay melting among the ashes of Besaid.
Slammer howled in rage and boosted at Spiderman like a suicidal demon, armor all aglow as grenades and rockets issued forth from his remaining weapons. Now, it is a typical human response to shows of overwhelming force to fall or flee. Cloud was a typical human, and opted for the latter means of survival. As the mad giant drew near, he boosted his AC forwards and upwards, hoping Slammer would charge directly beneath him. Unfortunately for Cloud, precisely at this moment he was struck by several high velocity explosives, and found himself falling ungracefully to earth. Slammer relented in his assault and towered menacingly over the now defunct Spiderman where it lay embedded in the superheated soil.
"Good game?" Cloud asked casually, voice not betraying a trace of the anxiety devouring his guts.
"I think not." came the arrogant reply. With that Slammer ripped off Clouds remaining functional weapons, collected the remains of his own, and disappeared into the night, leaving Cloud to brood on his defeat.