Hi again! This time we've got a all-out brawl for you guys. Enjoy! :)

Drabble 6: Lacerate

A swipe of Bruno's claw-like fingers lacerated Marshal's favorite jacket, four long rips down the left breast. Luckily Marshal's last second back step just barely allowed the flesh underneath to remain unscathed. He skipped forward, shooting out his left leg in hopes of returning the favor to Bruno's face, but Brawly snatched his leg mid kick and locked it tight against his side. He lunged forward with those powerful surfer's legs and Marshal fell on his back. As he did, he caught a glimpse of Korrina's heel, just before it disappeared, replaced by a small cloud of dust and the sound of a pained grunt from Chuck. It was so strange seeing seeing her bare feet without her trademark roller skates.

The Master's Annual Trial was the one event that Marshal eagerly awaited each year. It was one of the few times where he could show off his full strength as a fighter. The prize was the right to decide all of the training they did at the next one, as well as bragging rights as the best fighter in the world. He had never won it before, but this year Marshal had a new reason to aim for victory this year…

Brawly mounted Marshal, punching him in the face once, twice, thrice, smoothly swaying his trunk backwards and out of range every time Marshal tried to grab for it. But when the fourth blow came, Marshal pulled one leg out from under the brawler and wrapped them both around the enemy leg between them. Marshal weighed much more than the surfer and with one twist of his huge hips, the two fighters rolled and Marshal was on top.

From his new vantage point, Marshal saw Chuck take a massive forward step that shook the ground beneath him, rocketing a punch straight at Bruno. Bruno simply ducked to the right, avoiding it and bringing his body back up with an uppercut that smashed Chuck in the chin. His head whipped up and the big-bellied master fell limply on his face, unconscious. One down. Though powerful, Chuck had always been the slowest, the quickest to tire and generally the first one out. Over by the sheer gray rock face, Korrina was swiftly wearing Maylene down, with those lightning fast kicks of hers that seemed to slice right through her enemies and leave a skin-colored trail in the air.

Marshal took all this in with an upward flick of his eyes. Then he hammered one fist down onto Brawly's forearms, locked together to guard his face. Marshal could've broken through, but that would've taken to long and Bruno was headed his way. Instead he drove a fist into the surfer's belly, making him cry out and move his hands toward the source of the pain. That was his weakness. Brawly could redirect nearly any attack, making all the best kicks and punches useless. Force him into a corner, however, or against a hard place, and he'd crumple, too unused to pain.

Marshal slammed another hammer fist down on Brawly's nose, knocking him out instantly. Blood seeped from the surfers nostrils as Marshal leaped up and walked forward to meet his true opponent. Bruno was striding toward him as well, slowly, methodically, studying him like he always did. Their eyes were fearless, their fists tight. Maylene jumped out of nowhere, flying at Bruno from the side with kick that made her body a straight line. Somehow she had beaten Korrina, who now lay slumped against the rocks.

Bruno sidestepped and slashed a ridged hand chop into the side of her head, knocking her out in midair. Her body careened past him, rolling through the dirt toward the edge of the cliff, though not close enough for concern. Bruno continued walking.

The wind howled in Marshal's ears as he paced toward his rival. He was panting, but the thin mountain air could not provide the stamina he needed. Of course that was one of the many purposes of mountain training.

When the two were roughly three feet apart, they sank into their stances and waited. Marshal made the first move, a quick lift of his right leg. Bruno moved to block it, but it was fake. Marshal used the momentum of the first leg to spur the second, snapping his right foot up into Bruno's face. Marshal smiled, but it turned to a frown when Bruno gave no reaction. His head hadn't even moved from the impact.

"I hope for your sake, you can do better than that." Bruno said, before smashing an iron fist into Marshal's head. Marshal staggered back, dizzied and knowing Bruno would take advantage of it. He felt the calused edge of a foot stab into his ribs and another fist nail his jaw.

No! He thought. Not this year! He planted his feet, wide and solid with the knees bent. When Bruno came at him again, ducked to the right, just as Bruno had done with Chuck. Now that he was in close, able to smell the giant, steel-muscled warrior, he put both hands behind Bruno's head and yanked down into his knee, which he drove upward as hard as he could. He did this once, twice, three times, four, until he realized Bruno was out cold. He let the larger fighter fall and ran toward the huge jug of water that sat on a flat-topped stone at the edge of the packed-dirt arena. The fighters had all taken turns carrying the thing on their run up the mountain. Marshal took a long swig and then walked around to each of his unconscious friends, dowsing them awake and then offering them a drink.

Later, when everyone had sufficiently recovered, they all congratulated Marshal on his first victory of the Master's Annual Trial. The others were all good sports and happy for him, but none more so than Bruno, who gave him a hearty slap on the back.

"I've won the brawl every year for the past sixteen years," he said. "It was beginning to get boring, but now I finally have a goal to work for again. Thank you my friend."

"Yeah, it was about time someone took Big Brute Bruno down a peg," said Maylene rubbing her head and giving Bruno a friendly punch in the arm.

"Thanks guys," Marshal said, half staring off at the town below the mountain.

"You fought a lot harder this year," Brawly chimed in. "Was it your new girlfriend motivating you?"

Marshal wasn't even embarrassed. "Yeah, I promised her I'd win this year. She told me I could do it."

"Aww, that's so cute," Korrina cooed.

"Love is the strongest muscle of all," Bruno agreed, before standing up. "Well, we better go check on the Pokemon and see which one of them won this year."

I miss Shauntal, Marshal thought as he walked beside his fellow martial artists. Wonder what she's doing right now?

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