Dateline: Wednesday, July 8, 1981, 2:12 PM, Pacific Daylight Time.
Demon leapt into the air and threatened to body slam the frail Python. It looked like it was all over for her, until she rolled out of the way. The evil MagiClone (patent pending) crashed violently on the floor. He wound up staring as his own butt. Oddly, he didn't scream in pain at all. Python picked up Venom and readied herself for Demon's retaliation. The clone recovered to his feet and stared at his opponent in contempt.
"That was some quick thinking there, Python, I applaud you," he said. "But are you quick enough for me?" Demon began to run around her at very high speed. His plan was to box her in, then pummel her like ground beef. But Python had had this plan sprung on her before, big surprise there. She stuck her blade into his path and clotheslined him, hard. Once again, Demon didn't scream, even though he was bleeding now.
Python readied herself once more, waiting for Demon to attack. But he didn't, he just lay there like a wet noodle. She suspected that he would strike when she least expected it, so she didn't drop her guard for a minute. And still nothing. This was unexpected to say the least. Was the clone dead? No, that couldn't be it; his eye was twitching. So what was going on? Python gingerly stepped toward him, sword raised. She could see the pin stuck in the back of Demon's neck, the fail-safe mechanism that Loren told her about. She tapped the MagiClone's (patent still pending) body with the tip of her blade.
Big mistake! Demon was faking all along. As soon as he felt the blade on his back, he snatched it away and took off. When he returned, the blade was gone.
"What did you do with my sword, butthead?"
"It's up there," Demon said pointing. Python looked up and saw Venom hanging from the ceiling by a thread, with the business end pointed down. "You can have it back, if you beat me," he concluded.
"Don't you mean when I beat you?"
"Well, aren't you the cocky…" He raced up to Python and struck her square in the jaw. She went down like a ton of bricks. "…one?" he finished. Python groaned in agony. "And now, for the big finish!" On hearing this, Python turned invisible. "Oh, you don't really think that's going to work, now do you? I still know where you are, and your defeat is inevitable!" He knelt down where the serpentine super had fallen and raised his fist. He brought it down hard, causing heavy damage to…the floor.
"Correction," Python's voice said, "You only think you know where I am!" Demon followed the sound of her voice and attacked wildly, only to beat up nothing but air. "You see, once you've located me…" Another attack, "…I move somewhere else."
"Knock it off!" Demon screamed. "Why don't you show yourself and fight like a real hero?" At that point, Demon felt a sharp pain in his neck. It was Python, giving him a pressure point attack. He grabbed his attacker's arm and flung her into a wall, causing her to be exposed.
"So," said Demon, "you like to play hide and seek, huh? Well, let's see if you're as good at seeking as you are at hiding, eh?" And he dashed off like a madman. Python stood up and walked out into the hall, looking for Demon.
"Marco?" she asked. All of a sudden a flash of fabric whizzed by her, smacking her in the face.
"Polo," said Demon.
At this point, Python had an idea. "Marco?" she said again. Once again, the flash of fabric returned and hit her, saying "Polo."
The fool! I know what to do now! She bent her knees and stuck out her hands, ready to cast a force field on a moment's notice. "Marco!" she said quickly, casting a shield just one second after she did. Demon ran up to her and tried to strike her, but instead he bounced off the force field and landed on the hard tile floor. Just like she wanted. Once again, Demon didn't moan in agony or anything. But now Python got a good look at the purple blood that covered his face and hands. "Polo!" she said triumphantly.
"Oh, that does it!" Demon hissed. "It's time I brought out my secret weapon! The Witch Queen granted me enough magic for one spell, and now is the time to use it!"
"You've got to be kidding me!" Python said. She never expected something like this.
"ZEUS-IUS-NESS!" Demon screamed as he gestured in a supposedly magical way. Python's legs buckled, and she collapsed. She tried to get up, but her body suddenly felt like it weighed a ton. She even had trouble moving her hair.
"This spell causes you to experience the gravitational force of the planet Jupiter, right here on Earth," he explained. "How does it feel? What's it like to be crushed by your own body weight, huh?" As Demon continued babbling, Python managed to roll over onto her back. She forgot her magic-proof spray, so there was no way to lift the spell; she had to wait it out.
There's got to be a way to take Demon down in spite of this curse, she thought. She swung her leg from side to side. And then it hit her. The gravity spell kept her from getting up, but she could still move laterally. She turned invisible and maneuvered herself into position.
"HA!" Demon said when he saw that his opponent was invisible again. "You really think you can fool me now? I still know where you are, and I can still finish you off!" As soon as he said that, Demon felt what her thought were two planks of wood slamming his legs together. The "planks" were actually Python's legs. Once she had him in that position, she twisted her waist, causing Demon to crash to the floor one last time. Then she crawled slowly but surely until she was next to his neck. She flopped herself on top of the MagiClone (patent pending) to pin him.
"Once again, you need to be corrected," said Python. "It is I who will finish you off!" With that, she pulled the pin out of his neck. "One quick question before you go poof, when is this gravity spell going to wear off?"
"Sooner than you think," he said. Then, POOF! Demon disappeared, leaving behind a strange brown cloud of powder.
"Mmm! Smells like nutmeg," Python noticed. She also noticed that she was suddenly lighter. The spell must have worn off when Demon went poof. It felt funny. "Whoa! Okay, now to get my sword back."
She walked back to the now trashed sports store where Demon hung Venom. Using the Shadowblade one last time, she cut the rope and let the sword stab itself into the ground. She was just about to pull it out again when she saw a flash of blue go by.
"Huh? I thought Demon was gone. Oh, well, now that I have my sword, taking him down again should be easy." Python stepped out into the hall, blade raised. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blond person wearing dark blue. She swung her blade with great force.
"VI! IT'S ME!" the figure screamed.
Python stopped short when she saw that this person had no beard. She was two inches away from slicing her own brother, who now was struck with fantastic fear.
"Vi, if this is about me mowing the lawn, I already said I'd do it this weekend!" Rocket mumbled.
"No, Dash, I'm sorry, I've got clones on the brain. So, where's Floodgate? Did you beat her already?"
"Uh, by 'beat' you don't mean 'run away from', do you?"
"Dash!"
"You didn't see her! She uses her powers in spooky-ass ways, man; messes with your mind, dude!"
Python slapped Rocket right across the cheek. "Pull yourself together, Dash! What are you, a super hero or a super pansy?"
Rocket thought about it. "Super pansy!" he said, expecting to get out of it.
"Then you have to get out there and beat this MagiClone (patent pending)!" said Violet.
"Okay, then, um, super hero?"
"Then you have to get out there and fight!"
Rocket saw that he wasn't going to win. "Well, you don't have to tell me twice."
"I know. Apparently, I have to tell you three times. Now, get out there and fight!"
"I'm going, I'm going! Sheesh, you're just like mom!"
(A/N: Okay, I have to stop here. So, was this a good fight, or what? I think so, but then again, I am biased. Please review, I really need the feedback.)