NS: Yep...so...right...final battle...yeah...erm, I have not much to say exept thanks for the reviews and such. Also, (I hope) you will be surprised at who the winner is, and I promise a decent Master vs. Winner fight this time. Ending will lead to a non-tournament related sequel that I hope you will read. Remember, I love reviews and respect flamers! Um, sure, let's go with that...so...anyway...on with the show!!!
Ch. 7
Winner Take What's Left
Final Showdown
Slade, Brother Blood and Trigon walked confidently from their rooms to the main hall where the Master awaited them.
"Welcome, returning champions, to the final round!" He said loudly, chasing away any tiredness that the villains may have had with the ringing that now plagued their ears.
"Let us now fight, Game Master, so I may proclaim my victory!" Trigon boomed, gaining annoyed expressions from the other two contestants.
"Very well, if you wish to make such haste. Slade vs. Trigon vs. Brother Blood!" The Master called, at which the three were transported to a Japanese-style dojo which sported unnaturally high ceilings. "Let the final match begin!"
Brother Blood and Slade both silently evaluated the massive red demon before them: four eyes, 8 feet tall, heavy muscular build and perhaps some psychic abilities. They mentally concluded that they must work together to take down the crimson beast. However, Trigon was obviously not one to stand around quietly, and so with a mighty roar and giant, balled fists, he punched the ground with tremendous force, causing the bamboo floors to crack and splinter. This created a rift to both sides of the demon: one racing towards Slade and another towards Brother Blood. In unison the two bounded into the air, one throwing bomb pellets while the other sent jets of red and yellow lightning, all aimed at the demon's torso.
Jumping back to avoid the blasts, Slade and Brother Blood awaited the smoke's clearing. Much to their surprise, however, Trigon waved it away with the mere swipe of his arms and emerged from the cloudiness unharmed, growling in rage. With anger fueling his every action, he shot fire-red lasers from his top eyes, switching his aim from villain to villain. Joining forces at one side of the room, Brother Blood and Slade threw bomb pellets and magicks at the demon, all while being forced to dodge deadly eye-lasers.
Both jumped in a different direction, ending up on opposite sides of the room. Slade looked from Trigon, to Blood, to the walls and smirked.
"On three, Blood." He commanded, as if Brother Blood should know what he was scheming, and apparently he did, because his response was a nod and a gleaming, wicked smile. "One, Two, Three!"
On the final count, both leapt into action, scaling the walls at running speeds to match the gods towards their single target. Manifesting a handful of larger bombs from his belt, Slade threw them at Trigon while Blood did the same with his composite magic. Before either weapon struck, though, they descended onto the demon's shoulders and sprung off just in time as the attacks impacted him. Stumbling backwards, the large creature struggled to keep his balance.
"Now I end this." Brother Blood proclaimed, jumping into the air and onto the massive being's head. Jamming two fingers into the mark on Trigon's forehead (NS:Look closely, it's there.), he sent shockwaves of magic electricity coursing throughout his body. With a loud snarl and a cry of "Nooooooooo!" Trigon fell, only to be zapped away by the Master's own magic.
The Master of Games held up his jewel, attempting to absorb the colossal amount of power that the demon would afford him. Unfortunately, the jewel began to crack and so the Master stopped, instead sending all that remained of Trigon to another world.
"How can this be? Such power...not even I can fully possess it...how is it possible that one being can be capable of housing such strength?" The monkey-man mused as he gazed upon his jewel where a single crack had cut diagonally to the center.
"I suppose it is just you against me now, Blood." Slade said in an intimidating, low tone, squinting, or rather narrowing his only visible eye and taking out his retractable bo-staff which extended in front of him automatically.
"I suppose so." Brother Blood said, using his magicks to create his own materialized bo-staff that was yellow and glowed with a reddish outline.
In a flash and at speeds no mortal eye could catch, both had sped across the room's width in a mere second and clashed their weapons together. Pushing hard, each with all their might they fought a battle of strength and endurance. Of course, Blood also had his wits, and decided to use them, moving to the side and causing Slade to falter. Though it was only momentary, and he was still agile enough to block the attack that had come from behind him. Brother Blood pushed harder this time, only to be knocked back and side-swung by his opponent. The wizard blocked just in time, and so the match of strength continued.
Pulling back, Blood stabbed in a flurry of magic-metal at Slade, who just managed to avert the hits and return the attacks. These exchanges took place multiple more times until Slade took the wizard by surprise and spun around, smacking him in the Common Peroneal, at which Blood immediately fell into a knealing position from the pain. (NS: The C.P. is located on the outside of your mid-thigh, and it hurts like a bitch if you get hit there...I spar all the time, and trust me, it drops you!) Blood grunted in pain and seethed between gritted teeth, though still managing to hold his staff in front of him if he had to block.
"Never kick a man when he's down." Slade said brazenly, holding his weapon horizontally in front of him and allowing it to detract and shorten.
"Such honor..." Blood replied with a smirk. "Too bad I do not have the same!" With that, he shot a concentrated blast of red and yellow energy at Slade, who in turn flew across the room and smashed into the wall, wood cracking as he fell through the wall itself and onto his back on the other side. Brother Blood laughed heartily and stood to his feet, injured leg wobbling and nearly giving way to the weight being put upon it.
"Rrr...nnn...ahh...that was...a dirty trick..." Slade said in a nearly unphased tone as he rose, wood splintering under his feet. "Very villainous, I must say, but that lack of honor makes you as trustworthy as a venomous snake."
Spitting blood through the grate in his mask, he took a disk-like object from his silver utility belt, at which it popped open to reveal sharp, curved razors surrounding the center. Only when it whirred into action and started spinning at amazing speed did Brother Blood realize it was a tojo blade. With a smirk, Slade tossed it strait at his opponent, who countered quickly by creating a sword and devising to slice through the weapon.
Slade smirked.
Before it came within range, it burst into multiple pieces and separated, surrounding Blood and moving in from different angles at select times, gauging long cuts all across his body. He swung his sword at them and managed to destroy a few, but they were just too quick and his battle attire was soon torn and soaked in blood, though nearly invisible against the crimson material. Realizing it was useless, he dropped his sword and closed his eyes for several seconds. When he reopened them, a great amount of red energy was thrown out from his body in all directions like a forcefield, disintegrating the disks. It flew past Slade, at which the masked villain guarded his face with his arms, only to discover when he lowered them that Brother Blood was in mid-air, soaring towards him with a look of hatred gleaming in his eyes.
His battle cry pierced the air and Slade rolled to the side, landing on his back. Blood gave him no time to recover, pouncing in his direction only to be kicked away. Slade rocked and used his upper body strength to flip onto his feet without the use of his arms. Leaving no moment for small talk, the wizard recommenced the fighting with a flurry of martial-arts moves on his opponent, who easily managed to block the slightly sluggish attacks: the loss of blood was starting to effect him.
"You have lost much blood, Blood." Slade said in a slightly mocking tone. "We should end this."
With that said, he grasped one of Blood's wrist in an iron-tight grip and flung him across the room into an undamaged wall, now causing much havoc amongst the wood. He stayed down for a few seconds before cringing and rising slowly, using what remained of the wall for support with one arm, as the other seemed mangled and potentially broken.
"This battle...shall continue..." He said slowly before falling forward onto the pile of splintered wood, clearly unconcious. In a flash he was gone, and Slade followed.
NS: I'm sorry, I thought it best to leave you here and update quicker, allowing me to make the Master vs. Slade fight longer. Sorry if that upsets you. I hope you liked it as much as I like your reviews! Hint Hint So, I shall have the last pre-sequel chapter up soon, perhaps tommorrow? Hopes she has time to type it See ya!