In Response to the PHO postings
Showdown!: By Dingbat779
Uber & Leet vs Thaumaturge & Requiem
"We have no idea who this joker thinks he is." Leet says to the Snitch that is hovering along to catch the action.
"He claims to be a verified cape, but apparently hasn't been on the scene all that long. He hasn't even had an official debut." Uber comments.
He and his compatriot are adjusting their equipment. The theme for tonight's battle has Uber dressed as a Shaolin monk and Leet dressed as a red and black armored cyborg.
"Hey it's not like he doesn't have a chance. Just not much of one. We've gone all out for this." 'Sektor' says in a synthesized voice as Uber adjusts his razor hat.
"We will face this challenger in Mortal Kombat." Uber punched his hand with determination. The two "Elite Gamers" nodded at one another before picking up their pace. The arena was ahead. They were using the ship graveyard for this battle. No one around except a few Merchants and little chance of anyone stepping in to stop their fun.
Make no mistake this was about fun. The other guy had better be ready to surrender his toys by the end of this because they were playing to win.
The space they enter is large enough for what they have planned, but is hemmed in by derelict scrap. There are already two men standing in the center, waiting for them. One is clearly dressed in the armor he was bragging about. An impressive suit of crimson samurai armor with gold trim and onyx oni horns over a jet black bodysuit. The gunblade is at his waist in a sheath that has the kanji for "Nui." The other man is similarly impressive in a long black coat with the hood pulled up. Pure black with a set of phoenix wings on the back and holding a long shaft easily in his hand that connects to an ornate spearhead.
The armored one doesn't even draw the gunblade, but does tilt his head to the side. The cloaked figure also assumes an easy stance, but brings the spear up in a classic guard position.
"My friend here seems to think two on one isn't fair so we're gonna make it two on two. Much less fair." The voice is kind of quiet, but there's a smugness there. His partner nudges him.
"You were warned not to get greedy." The other man sounds young, but no less confident.
"Well maybe your friend should not have bragged quite so much. After all pride is the downfall of all." Uber says with wisdom. A burst of synthesized noise comes from Leet's direction like a derisive snort.
"...Those characters are on opposite sides, right?" Thaumaturge asks Requiem. The cloaked figure groans something that sounds like "Idiots."
"Shall we do this one on one?" Leet's synthesized voice comes out. The armored man moves to stand before Leet while the cloaked one stands before Uber. A deep voice cries out "Fight!" and the battle begins.
Leet vs Thaumaturge
The armored man throws his hand forward and all at once Leet's armor starts kicking up warnings as if a high heat reaction is taking place. Narrowing the warnings down the armor is reporting...microwaves? He's not about to be a microwave hotdog dammit! He fires off several rockets from the chest launcher causing his opponent to dodge to the side, but his roll doesn't carry him far enough to avoid getting blasted.
"Take that loser!" Leet calls out only for his opponent to roll back to his feet smoothly and swing out the gunblade from his hip unloading suppression fire that drives him back. "Where are you aiming at?" He calls out only for the person to point behind him. With a sinking feeling, he turns to look as the creaking warns him of badness incoming. The bullets weren't completely random as a rusted sheet of metal falls onto his armored frame.
"Hmph...mind your surroundings, loser." That voice carries nothing but amusement at his predicament. Leet shoves the metal to the side with the armor nearly without a scratch. He taps the breastplate cockily.
"I think I'm fine. Take your own advice!" He suddenly vaults forward and up on concealed jump jets to kick out at his annoying opponent only to slam into a wall of solid light. The figure gestures downward and presses his cybernetic armored self into the ground.
"Yeah...this isn't funny anymore."
Uber vs Requiem
Based on purely technical merits, Uber was unreal. He was never a Shaolin monk, never actually studied the principals, but his bullshit ability to pick up skills fast made this less a slug fest and more poetry. His opponent by comparison was moving with an easy assurance, but no real technique. Against ordinary thugs he'd do just fine, but against this pseudo monk it was only a matter of time.
With a serpent's speed Uber managed to snag the spear on an over-extension. Now all that he had to do was trap the shaft, give a twist, and...go flying through the air, inscribe an arc with his body, and slam into the ground with stunning force.
"Oh, right, hey ninja boy? Brute." The cloaked figure thumbs his chest. Uber just croaks and manages to get back to his feet.
"Okay...fine..." Uber coughs a few times while the person kindly lets him get his breath back. He whips off his hat and hurls it with stunning accuracy. It glows with kinetic force from a hidden emitter that Leet assured him would give it some real punch. Well it had real punch all right. The self proclaimed Brute punched it and it crumbled like tinfoil.
There was an almost desperate quality to the fight now, as with confidence broken, Uber was being driven back step by step. He lost track of his position only to end up in the middle of the fight with Thaumaturge and Leet. It looked like his bro wasn't faring any better as he was driven into the ground.
With all Kombatants
Leet stood up on shaky feet. His armor having protected him, but now numerous errors are pinging. He turns to look back as Uber is back to back with him.
"Got any bright ideas?" Leet asks.
"Nope." Uber says in response.
"I've got one." The cloaked one says and his compatriot nods.
"You can go away now." Thaumaturge throws his hand forward dramatically and a massive wind slams into Leet, driving him into Uber, and forcing them in an uncontrolled push towards his partner. Requiem stabs the spear firmly into the ground, grabs the two by their outfits, and hurls them with surprising force towards the steel bulk of a grounded ship. The wind buffets them as they fly, softening the impact to merely jarring, before the two fall in a heap.
"High five?" Requiem says teasingly to his armored friend.
"You crazy?" He laughs and fist bumps.
The Snitch calls out from it's speakers "Finish Him!"
"Finish this!" The small device is thrown clear into the bay by a mini twister.
The two walk away, side by side in victory, leaving two groaning figures on the ground. Another night for Uber and Leet.
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