-1Magical morons 3!!!
Skill master edition!
Today we have a change in the battle listings. Rounds 3 shall involve four contestants who really on speciality skills rather than magic! (Not that the spell casters had any magical ability whatsoever.)
The Ranger, one with nature and unmatched in the arts of marksmanship.
Rory
The Barbarian, brute strength above all is this warriors tactic.
Stephen
The Imp Master, commands the not so feared legion of imps.
Nick
The Assassin, the perfect killer with stealth and grace on his side.
Bob
The Assassin ran light as a feather across the rooftops, scouting for his prey. Skipping from one roof to another he slammed into the Ranger. "What the hell? I'm the sneaky one!" Bob screeched waving his arms.
"Screw you, I'm a Ranger, R-A-N-G-E-R. I'm as swift as the leaves on the wind, as soft as…" Rory dribbled on for some time about nature nonsense while Bob continued to whine.
Down below, the Imp master met with the Barbarian. "How did I ever end up with this match?!" The pint sized one Nick, stared up at the giant known as Stephen. "Erm, we can't, you know, call truce eh?" Nick was answered with a harsh smash from Stephens hammer.
Nick lay dazed on the floor. "Whazza? Where? Who? Bleh?" He crawled to his feet. "Alright, now you're in for it!" He raised his arms, and the ground began to shake violently. Dark clouds filled the sky and the earth beneath them started to tear.
A large rift tore open in the ground and a single clawed hand reached up and grabbed the edge. A light red creature pulled itself up from the depths of hell and stood before Stephen. But to the great misfortune of Nick, the Imp stood a pathetic two foot tall.
"Haha! Fear the awesome might of my imp!" Nick bellowed as he ordered his beast to attack. "…Right." But before Stephen could stomp on the pitiful monster, it had dived on his leg and began nibbling.
"What the zombie sex? Get off me!" The once proud and strong Barbarian was now hopping in circles attempting to shake off the Imp. "Muahaha! That's right, go my Imp!"
Atop the buildings, Rory and Bob had entered a fierce slapping match with neither looking to be winning. Suddenly, the ranger lost his footing and fell from the roof, but before he did, he grabbed Bobs leg and pulled him down with him.
"WHOA!" Both screamed in unison as they plummeted. They both landed in a crumpled heap next to the grand battle between the Imp and the Barbarian, whilst Nick had sat to read a comic book.
"Well isn't this just the most interesting fight you've ever entered?" Rory said to Bob as they watched Stephen struggle with the depressing furry lump of a monster hanging from his leg.
"Well, it was this or water polo…" Bob sighed. "Water polo doesn't sound so bad right now." Rory crossed his arms. "Wanna go?" Bob looked at the other two then said. "Fuck it, why not eh?" They both departed, leaving the Barbarian to deal with Nick alone.
Stephen continued to hop on one foot but was quickly becoming too tired to continue and collapsed on top of Nick, instantly killing him. But unfortunately, Stephen died from exhaustion moments later as his 'muscle' was actually all fat.
Well…That was pathetic…No winner today folks…Don't worry, we'll find someone else to enter the Final Bout in these idiots place.