A teen-aged young man with slick ginger hair spiked to the sides glided across the battlefield holding firm to a stable plastic base with twin handles in the center of a three-lobed thin rotating structure. The three lobs rotated around the base, keeping the young man in a black zip-up bodysuit in the air. While his unique spinning whirligig wasn't the fastest method of getting around, it offered grand maneuverability which helped keep the teen spy in the air and helped him stay competitive against the likes of Cursed and Sky Warriors who too roamed the upper layers of the arena.
The young man turned his head to the side, reacting to an irksome buzzing sound. His eyebrows tilted higher when he identified the source of the noise–a dandy-looking gentleman in a top hat and an umbrella that functioned identically to the teen's own spinning gadget except much cruder and appeared to be built from a plain black umbrella.
"That is a marvelous invention you're holding, young man. I couldn't help but entertain my curiosity in replicating it," the cheerful fellow tipped his hat with his free hand, hanging in an awkward one-handed grip on the umbrella's bottom hook while the top whizzed like a buzz saw. "What it lacks in cumbersome hi-tech, it compensates with great intimacy with the laws of aerodynamics! Kudos, I say!"
"What's your deal? Are you looking for a fight?" the ginger-haired youth tucked his knees in and swerved in a way he saw it being impossible for his enigmatic and well-dressed admirer. "Because your umbrella is just a copy and it'll get smoked in a proper test."
"A fight? Not at all, dear lad!" the dandy man with wild spiky white hair spreading out to the sides where the top hat couldn't gobble it all up laughed out, pulling on a plastic trigger in his umbrella that folded the plain tool and left him plummeting. It might have seemed like a risk at first, but the annoying stalker slipped his umbrella's wooden hook into the space on the side of the spinning plastic lobs, dis balancing the entire structure while clutching in for a turbulent joyride. "I am intrigued by your duffel bag of goodies that you carry around, though. Knowing you spies, you must carry around all sorts of intriguing gadgets and, while I have no personal issue with you, I simply must see them with my own eyes, dear lad!"
The cheerful stalker had to yell the whole way down while the young spy did his best to correct his course from crashing and breaking something. He figured that his own bacon came before whooping the vexing rear end of this poppycock, which was why the two spun around each other on the whole slow, yet inevitable whirlwind down. The spy let go of his gadget, slamming into a makeshift canyon between two ruinous wreckage ridges with a dusty thud. The hijacker slammed face-first into the ground, flattening himself with a disgraceful smack across the rock as the balance shifted drastically after the spy kid disconnected from the mad joyride.
"Well, I think it's safe to say I did not anticipate that…" the dandy whom the announcer initially introduced into the competition on the superhero team stood up and dusted his tuxedo. Strangely enough, despite such a significantly slowed-down smack being of little consequence to any warrior worthy of being in this battle royale, the gentleman hero stood up with a nose twisted sideways and swollen from having been broken while it drooled blood. The superhero's hat rolled off nobody knew where while his entire reddened face looked as if a brick kissed it. "Dear lad! Are you okay, dear lad!?"
After looking around, the tuxedo superhero grabbed his fallen and now miserable-looking umbrella while sliding down the wreckage pile to where he lost his source of fascination. Much to his bewilderment, what he heard down there was girly weeping. Scratching his head, the dandy man followed this sound to the sight of a teen girl dressed in a rather childish getup with a colorful t-shirt top and bright red suspender overalls held together by oversized yellow buttons.
"Em… That is a nice try, my boy, but I have been a ninja in my past life. You should have ditched the duffel bag around your back for your Transformation Jutsu to work and, if I'm being forthright with you, you kind of overdid it with your choice of appearance," the dandy man patted down his trousers from patches of dust and gravel while staring down the whimpering teen girl sitting in front of him.
"Oh, no! You've seen right through me! I feel so embarrassed!" the girl with a long and curly brown hair covered up her teary-eyed face and shook her head while thrashing around with her legs.
"No need to feel ashamed, dear lad! It's just that you've ended up at the crosshairs of a gentleman with the most astute intellect amongst the superhero community–Dandy Man!" the gentleman superhero slid his hands across the lapels of his tuxedo while bravely strutting up to the shy girl. "Now, if you would please just open the duffel bag so I can marvel at the amazing gadgets that someone far more lustrous than you made for you to waste in the field, that would simply be grand!"
"Oh, so that's what this is all about," the curly-haired girl looked up from her hands with a delighted smile. "You just want to see inside the bag, huh?"
"Correct!" Dandy Man clicked the front of his umbrella on the tile floor and did a quirky little tap dance. "I think that the brilliant mind that made these wonders should be the one using them, rather than some undergrown ruffian, no offense to you, dear lad!"
"You're right, Dandy Man," the curly-haired girl pressed her index finger to her lip with a pouty face. "I'm so clumsy in the field. I've got no idea why the doctor building these gizmos isn't competing in this battle royale instead of me. Look inside, just don't hurt me."
"If I might say, dear lad. You're way past overdoing this little girl disguise gig…" Dandy Man was about to scold the subject of his obsessions when the duffel bag opened up with only a human fist sprouting from it and decking Dandy Man straight in the face. The tuxedo superhero's face dented inward, spouting blood and teeth while his eyes bulged out and nearly popped from the skull. Like a rubbery doll with stretchy limbs, Dandy Man rolled backward and crashed through rocks until slamming into a large piece of debris and staying stuck inside it. The devastated superhero with a crushed face let out only a lone, pathetic wail, accompanied by another molar falling out from the busted open face of the hero.
"Seriously? One punch was all it took?" the duffel bag that the girl wore unzipped, releasing the ginger-haired, black bodysuit spy teen from before while the duffel bag bent outward and swallowed up the giggling curly-haired girl whole before zipping back up and reversing the holder of the bag with its contents. "And that guy has the balls to make fun of my field skills? Jeez… I'm beginning to think he's right. Dr. Maman really could've breezed through this battle royale by himself."
The duffel bag hanging over the spy teen's back began rustling, with arms and feet thrashing from inside. The ginger-haired teen turned his head to the right as if listening to the rumbling from inside the bag, before sighing with a shrug.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you, sis… We didn't hear the announcer sing our praises yet, so I guess that douchebag's still fair game. Kind of makes me feel bad, to be honest…" he shrugged as if he wanted no part of inflicting even more bodily harm upon the demolished dandy who was flattened against a piece of sandstone wreckage with a face frothing with drools of blood and teeth.
Dandy Man's arm reached out from the stone wreckage the bonded spy siblings left him in. The lackadaisical eyes of the teen spy squinted with focus when the arm began glowing with decorative sealing glyph patterns, almost like radiant veins burst forth. The right arm bulked up considerably in size and grabbed hold of the sandstone wreck with a hand that was nearly as wide as the man that should have been wielding it. With a light twitch, the bulky and lustrous hand crushed the makeshift sandstone mausoleum into pebble-sized pieces and left the ground quaking while pebbles showered from the sky.
"I guess we're not the only ones pulling a switcheroo trick, huh, sis?" the ginger-haired spy slid his thumb over his nose, grazing the pillow of the thumb against the tip of the nose with a smug smirk. "Not looking very dandy anymore, Dandy Man!"
"NO DANDY MAN! NOW RANDY MAN!" a bestial roar came from the epicenter of the earthquake. The hectic nexus of rumble concealed a shadowy giant of sheer muscle, glowing pure chakra from its eyes, and mouth. Also sealing glyph patterns that decorated the monster's entire body like a body-wide tattoo configuration.
"You know Randy means lewd, right? Should've called yourself "Rowdy Man" or something," the lively teen spy made fun of the super-sized gigantic combatant he now was face-to-face with as if it was just another day in the field to see a gentleman turn into a chiseled neon cave troll.
"YOU MAKE FUN OF RANDY MAN NAME!? RANDY MAN MAKE RANDY MAN NAME!" the beast bellowed with a face twisted in wrath. The earlier injuries that had left Dandy Man in a debilitated state were now nowhere to be seen. Roaring with all of his pent-up rage, Randy Man pounced at his teen-aged opponent with a bloodthirsty madman's vigor.
The teen spy slipped a handful of red marbles and flung them straight at the face of the incoming rage monster. Blood-red smoke burst forth from the popping pellets with a corrosive mist drowning out the humanoid behemoth while it trailed around its face and eyes. Despite the visible corrosion, Randy Man thrashed around, causing violent tremors and cracking open fissures. The corrosive vapor from the pellets merely infuriated the monster, which swelled up in bulk to a point where it found the canyon tough to fit inside of.
With hurt and outraged bellow, Randy Man pressed his hands against the two edges of the makeshift artificial wreckage canyon and pulled the canyon apart, widening it and tumbling the wreckage into two separate piles of smaller pieces. Riding a zip line with a shrill reeling sound, the teen spy vaulted over the pile of wreckage. The duffel bag around his back zipped open with brown, long and curly hair slipping out from it like tendrils.
"It doesn't look like I'm going to overpower or beat down this guy, sis. I'll need your brain to work its magic before we can rely on my brawn," he muttered as a slumbering feminine teen shape slipped from the open duffel bag. Meanwhile, just as the sister of the teen spy woke up, the duffel bag wrapped around the ginger-haired spy and swallowed him whole, zipping up and sealing the spy on the back of the awakened female operative.
Utterly unbothered by the grisly sight of the monstrous brute that reached out from the wreckage and pulled itself up alongside the sizzling corrosive mist that only aggravated the situation, the slim and athletic teen slipped a pen out of her right pocket. Vaulting over the emerging goliath, she aimed the pen at his back. Once she landed firmly on the ground and performed an evasive roll to avoid the wrathful ground pound, then employed a mad dash while aiming the pen at the roaring behemoth, Randy Man grabbed the ground under his feet and pulled a hefty chunk of the arena ground easily his own worth in size and width.
Clamoring, the brute flung it at the fleeing teen spy who once again vaulted with her legs spread off to the side and elegantly landed atop a crumbled boulder top, striking a flashy fourth ballet position as she turned half her face back at the giant with a teasing wink. Randy Man looked peerless in terms of raw physical strength and toughness. Nothing fazed him, meanwhile, his blows fazed everybody. That being said, even extreme power was pointless if the goliath couldn't get his hands on the illusive spy and this particular operative was one of the most acrobatic and illusory agents in her discrete line of work.
The curly-haired spy flicked her pen with a thumb, popping off the top and slipping a tiny paper scroll from inside. While the thunderous giant slammed the ground with both his arms, creating a ravaging quake on the ground level, the sister spy flung the half-open pen in the air while her duffel bag began to unzip once more. By the time the full scale of tremorous devastation reached the area she was in, a whirly buzzing noise preceded the emergence of her brother who flew out of harm's way wearing a ridiculous cap with a propeller on top and two handling rods sticking out from its sides.
Snagging the roll of paper that his sister produced from her pen, the brother spy unraveled the scroll in mid-air and scanned its contents while Randy Man began wrestling against a dragon-shaped Cursed Warrior to tame it and make it elevate Randy Man to where he could get his hands on the brother spy and break his bones how he broke Dandy Man's.
"A Sealing Jutsu… I knew it was some sort of Ninja Art," the ginger-haired spy mumbled to himself while keeping one eye on the rowdy scene of wrestling between a bulky man-troll and a stone dragon. Because of the gleaming neon-like lights emanating from both the Cursed Warrior's patterns and Randy Man's bulged veins, eyes, and mouth, this scene made for a quite competitive and flashy light show. "So, the sealing glyphs glowing on Randy Man's body show that he's using sealing techniques to reverse the values of physical and spiritual chakra in his network. That Dandy Man guy was crafty and replicated Dr. Maman's work with a mere umbrella, so he must be one of the smartest superheroes out there. I guess that makes Randy Man one of the strongest… Nice find, sis!"
"Now's just the matter of putting a stop to this guy," the brother spy zipped his bodysuit wider open to pull out a can of graffiti spray from inside. Timing his zip through the violent aerial wrestling scene, he sprayed a torrent of sticky aerosol-like substance that seemed to instantly solidify and expand as it soaked up the humidity of the surrounding air. Rumbling, the Cursed Warrior let go of the incapacitated goliath, worried that the expanding trap might touch and catch onto it.
Dismantling his ridiculous propeller hat gadget and slipping the hat back into the duffel bag through a small crack opening in the zipper, the teen spy turned around to face the results of his work while slipping his can back where he pulled it from. Instead of it, he pulled out a protein bar from a different pocket, cracked it without tearing the wrapper, and teased the entrapped giant by rolling the glowing protein bar around in his hand.
"That's instant foam sealant. Just one spray is enough to expand around and entrap anything that moves. No matter how strong you are, if you can't speed up or as much as twitch, you can't generate force. And this right here, it's an atom-split protein bar. It's a compact atom-powered explosive. It won't scratch a guy like you, but it'll blow up the arena beneath your feet. You were wrong to tease me and my sister before. Dr. Maman might be smart enough to come up with this stuff, but it takes real skill on the field to put it to good use. Anyway, take care," the ginger-haired spy flung his glowing protein bar spinning in the air. The glowing only intensified as, if it wasn't for the wrapper, the beckoning light from within would've melted the eyes of any casual beholder.
Instead of letting the bar come down or continuing the fruitless struggle against the expanding sealing foam trap, Randy Man rolled the foam ball he's become entrapped in so that he could catch the falling protein bar with his mouth and rip it from the air before it hit the ground. With a couple of munches, the goliath of sinew gulped the high-profile, compact super-explosive down and lit up while his eyes, nostrils, and mouth flared up with nuclear flame jets. By aiming them at the foam, Randy Man burnt through its expanse despite lacking the ability to generate any force. With enough freedom, he could rip the burnt-up sealing foam layer asunder.
"RANDY MAN NO LEWD, RANDY MAN ANGRY!" Randy Man shouted out, pressing his arms to his sides and leaning forward as his mouth let rip a concussive sonar shockwave that obliterated stone to dust and made any nearby competitor scramble to get out of its way. Unfortunately for the one-person spy siblings, the ripping shockwave expanded in a conical shape, making it nigh impossible to fully avoid once it spread wide enough and the bottomless depths of Randy Man's wrath produced a roar calamitous enough to reach all the way into space before the absence of air snuffed it out.
The devastating airwave picked up the brother spy and made blood squirt out from his ears as it burst into a myriad of tiny ripping air blades, cutting up his bodysuit and exposed areas of skin while messing up his shaggy orange hair. The duffel bag concealing his sister ripped apart as well, exposing the two siblings connected by the back. It appeared that when one of them was in a state of dormancy, they shriveled down to a curled and helpless state that was easy to fit inside of a backpack or a duffel bag. The helpless sister didn't even have the strength to muster up a scream as the pair of Siamese twins hurled outside of the arena's bounds with uncontrollable vertical flips through the air.
"Randy Man, the uncontrollable transformation of the smartest superhero–Dandy Man, eliminated the one-man duo of spies Codenames: Toréador and Carmen! Who would've thought that both competitors embodying different aspects of duality would find each other and clash? Though, perhaps such a thing was destined to happen!? In any case, the sudden awakening of Randy Man might just end up causing a myriad of problems to the other competitors and a serious asset to the superhero faction, the numbers of which are dwindling in the arena! The battle royale contestants are all now put on notice by this overpowered rage monster!" the announcer hyped up the audience with inviting waves of his arms and the audience answered his beckoning for more noise. "Will one of the 92 other competitors defeat the rowdy Randy Man, or will the strongest superhero reach the Top 16!?"