"For our fifth matchup, which we're calling 'Wrath of the Elders', we have a showdown between two silver-haired fighters! Give it up for Nicolas Carcelo and Jeorge Garrison!" Ciqufrinz announces, as the two competitors in question are raised up on pedestals. The crowd still seems somewhat miffed over Hockey's loss, but upon seeing Nicolas enter the Grand Arena, they begin cheering again, due to the numerous bets placed on his victory. Jeorge brings up two fingers to his eyes, and then points them at Nicolas, in a gesture to indicate that he's got his eyes on him. Nicolas simply cracks his neck, not saying a word and waiting for the horn to be blown. Once the crowd has quieted down a bit, Attota indeed goes ahead and sounds the horn, indicating the start of the fight. Nicolas sees Jeorge reaching for his blaster, and, without skipping a beat, reaches into his own mouth and removes his dentures, before hurling them towards Jeorge. Jeorge curses as the dentures clamp down on his hand, forcing him to shake them off.
"You think we didn't see that coming?! Our sight is certain! We do not miss such details!" Jeorge yells, stomping on the dentures to break them once they're on the ground. Nicolas just chuckles, pulling out a spare set and popping them into his mouth.
"You're too old for this, sport. Get yourself together." Nicolas speaks calmly and gently, as though talking to a grandson. Jeorge's eye twitches in frustration, but he grabs his blaster and points it at Nicolas, before taking several shots. In a surprising feat of agility, Nicolas does a backwards flip underneath the incoming projectiles, and then rolls to the ground, maintaining a low stance. Jeorge continues to fire at Nicolas, but the distance between the two is enough that Nicolas has plenty of time to move out of the way of the lasers, which seem surprisingly slow all things considered, much slower than ordinary bullets.
"Gonna have to close the gap between us if you wanna hit me with that. Come on, I'll let ya get closer. I don't have anything that works very well from this distance, anyways." Nicolas beckons for Jeorge to get closer, but Jeorge just scowls and stands his ground.
"We will not fall victim to your tricks! You cannot avoid our weapon forever, we can see this quite clearly! It takes far more stamina to dodge and weave between incoming lasers than to fire them from a pistol." Jeorge keeps his eyes and gun trained on Nicolas, not stopping the onslaught of energy blasts at any point.
"Ah, alright, you got me. I guess you're wiser than you seem. Yes, I planted a mine on the ground where I had been standing earlier, and was planning on detonating it once you approached. Came right out the bottom of my shoe, like this." Nicolas sidesteps a few more laser shots as he hobbles on one foot, holding up the other and wiggling his toes around inside of it, causing a small disc to be ejected, which Nicolas flicks towards Jeorge. It doesn't land very close to Jeorge, nor does it land whatsoever, because it intercepts a laser in midair and explodes, filling the center of the battlefield with a massive cloud of smoke.
"You think this will stop us? You cannot blind us with this simple cloud!" Jeorge yells, glaring at the smoke billowing out in front of him.
"You're right, but it certainly seems to have done its job well enough." Nicolas chuckles, and Jeorge whips around to point his gun at him, but his wrist is firmly grasped and his aim is wrenched to the side before he can pull the trigger. Nicolas clicks his tongue and shakes his head, laughing quietly.
"What?! Impossible! You cannot sneak up on us! We see it all!" Jeorge sputters, spit flying from his lips as he seethes angrily.
"I barely snuck up on you at all. You see, I figured that you'd expect me to come at you through the smoke cloud, or something along those lines. It was obvious that it was the center of your attention. So I just went around it. I approached you in plain sight, but you were too busy staring at the smoke to notice. When I threw those dentures at you, I was seeing how you reacted to sudden attacks like that, and the fact that you bothered to stomp them apart once you'd already detached them from your hand showed to me that you have a short temper and are quick to focus on threats until you've deemed them neutralized. So I figured that you'd watch the smoke cloud until it dissipated, to be sure I wasn't using it for cover. You were quite easy to read, really." Nicolas explains this all while still gripping Jeorge's wrist tightly enough that he can't break free.
"We- you- unhand me!"
"Now, your current behavior is telling me that this blaster of yours is your only method of attack. I'm well within arm's reach of you right now. You could have pulled out a knife and stabbed me through the chest several times over while I've talked, but you haven't. Face it: you're defeated. Without your gun, you can't do anything against me. You haven't even made an effort to strangle me with your free hand, or just punch me in the eyes, or anything like that. You've given up." Nicolas sighs, staring into Jeorge's fiercely glaring eyes. Jeorge keeps his lips shut, not giving Nicolas any sort of response. Nicolas just shrugs, and swipes the blaster from Jeorge's hand, before turning around and shoving Jeorge forwards, causing him to stumble onto the spot where Nicolas had planted the mine earlier. Nicolas holds his fingers on his wrist, and the mine explodes, blowing up Jeorge in the process. Nicolas tucks the blaster into a pocket, and is transported to the victors' area. Celebra gives a brief quiet applause, nodding in approval of Nicolas's strategy.
"I look forward to an opportunity to face you." Celebra states, but Nicolas just shrugs and smiles.
"Don't get your hopes up. I'm just an old man."
