Fight to the Death: Slade VS. Marth
"You will pay for what you did." I said. I leapt from the statue's palm into the air. I pulled the metal staff from my belt and hurtled it like a spear for his face.
Marth did a double back flip away and the staff embedded itself into the stone floor. He landed squarely on his feet and a blast of fire shot from his hand toward me.
I spun in the air and the flames flew right past. I landed with a bang and cracks appeared in the floor beneath my feet. I one swift movement I pulled a two-sided blade from my belt and threw it in an arch. As it came close, Marth launched another ball of fire from his hand and the blade exploded in a cloud of smoke.
As the smoke clouded his eyes, I charged and pulled back a fist. I threw the fist at his head, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, throwing me over his shoulder. He slammed me on the ground and more cracks grew in the floor. "I expected more from you, Slade. How disappointing." He sneered.
"Look closer." I said.
His eyebrow raised and he looked at the ground beneath him. A small attach bomb was stuck to the ground right beneath his feet, the red light in the middle blinking rapidly. I jumped up and out of the way just as it went off, the explosion shook the entire room. I had just barely escaped the worst of the blast.
I looked back just as the smoke was clearing and saw Marth, still sanding. His clothes had been scorched, and his body badly injured, but he still stood. "Very close, Slade. Very close. I was just barely able to absorb most of the explosion in time." He said.
A blast of fire shot from his hands, I held up my arms and blocked the oncoming flames. "That trick is getting old." I said.
"How about this?" He pulled back both arms and blasted an enormous stream of fire, in a shape that resembled the Water Dragon.
Can't block that. I thought. The sword lay on the ground to my right about thirty feet away. The second before this Fire Dragon would've hit me, I leapt in the direction of the sword. The flames flew past and I grabbed the sword by the hilt.
Marth laughed. "You know, your mother never committed suicide. I killed her."
"What?" I growled.
"After she learned that you were in the Masked, she came back here to us. She wanted out. We couldn't let her. She told us about you and about how you alone stood against her, but she didn't tell us where your hideout was. So we tied her up, threw her in a car, and drove the car over a cliff. Her suicide note was a fake.
This is the event that really helped me to become Trigon's massager. We never thought that you would become such a problem. Trigon sent me on the task to kill the True Master. He must've known you were there. He wanted me to find you.
Trigon must have known that you would lead me to his next bride and the Masked hideout. Speaking of Arella, she must be in excruciating pain right now." An evil grin crept across his mouth.
This was the moment I snapped. Something inside me was unleashed at that instant, a feeling of darkness. I glared at Marth, the sword held tight in my fist. "All your gloating and monologues are really pissing me off." I said, my voice somehow softer yet darker and more mysterious that before. "I'm here to kill you and you probably want to kill me. Well, here I am. If you want me, come and get me."
He nodded and charged. Flames erupted from his hands. He threw a powerful punch at me face, I took one step back and he fell right past me. "You'll have to do better then that." I said.
"You'll see." He jumped into the air, high above my head. "You cannot defeat pure evil."
"Actually, I'm not such a nice guy myself." I coiled my legs and jumped up after him. My foot plowed into his stomach, his eyes almost bulged out of his head. We crashed into one of the side statues. I grabbed him by the collar and threw him back to the ground. I jumped down after him with the sword. I thrust the sword downward, catching only the end of his robe. The sword was embedded into the floor through his robe.
With a swing of his flaming fist, Marth punched me in the face and I fell sprawled out a good ten feet away from him. "This fight is over, Slade. Trigon has won."
"On the contra, this is only the beginning." I glanced up to the statue along the wall. He looked too and saw a small red blinking light.
"That's another of your attach bombs, isn't it?" Marth said. "Why did you just give yourself away? I can dodge it."
"Are you so certain?" I asked.
He started to walk toward me, and then stopped short. He looked down and saw the sword embedded deep into the ground through his robe. "His eyes grew wide with fear and his mouth dropped open.
The bomb went off, creating a huge explosion that shook the room. A cloud of orange flames and black smoke rose in a mushroom shape away from the statue. The head of the statue fell off its shoulders and plummeted to the ground right for Marth. Marth's hands burst into flames and he held them in front of his face as if the block the falling ruble.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Marth screamed in defiance. The statue's head crashed with a bone-crunching thud on the ground in the exact place that Marth was standing. I didn't flinch when the impact came. Marth's arm still hung out from under the ruble, his hand clenched in a flaming fist. Then the flames went out and his hand fell limp.
Marth was dead; I had won.