Disclaimer: Nero vs. Michael. Dante vs. Sion. Alucard vs. Trish. Seth vs. Seras. Anderson vs. Kazuya.
Take a moment and allow the sheer epicness of this to sink in. Done? Then prepare yourselves because the next three chapters will really turn up the action. The fights will be broken up and will be using a way to divide it so it's not too confusing to follow.
NvM= Nero and Michael
KvA= Kazuya and Anderson
SvS= Seras and Seth
SvD= Sion and Dante
TvA= Trish and Alucard
P.S. I recommend listening to the song "Forza Del Destino" by Shawn "Shootie HG". Fans of DMC will recognize it as Nero and Dante's battle theme during their second fight. A pretty kick ass song for an epic fight.
Chapter Eleven- The Battle Royale Part 1
Nero and Michael began their duel. Colliding swords both men braced against the others massive strength. Michael took the time to examine Nero's sword. "Nice piece" he complimented with a smirk. Nero blinked, "You can't have it" he said shoving Michael back. Nero swung the Red Queen in a series of fierce slashes, aiming for different parts of Michael's body. Michael blocked and parried the blows, his long katana striking hard against Nero's attacks. Jumping back Michael watched as Nero charged, the Red Queen drawn down low as he again attacked. During their struggle Michael took note of the way he fought.
"He's strong, quite strong actually. He definitely is no slack amateur. And that weapon of his, the design. I've never seen something like it before" he stated parrying another blow and spinning around as Nero shouted and swiped again. Michael jumped several feet back. With one motion he sheathed his blade and remained motionless. "Please tell me you aren't giving up" Nero challenged holding his sword across his shoulders.
Michael didn't respond. In a flash he had disappeared in lightning quick movements. A faint afterimage trailed behind him. "What?" Nero said. He turned to his left where Michael had moved. Crouched low, sword gripped tightly Michael drew the blade out in a fast motion. Nero barely defended as he brought his sword down hard. The two held the embrace; Michael pushing against Nero and vice versa.
Michael then shoved Nero back hard as he went on the offense. He attacked in precise movements as Nero deflected. Both men moved around the hall they were in. Hacking, slashing and clashing their blades with each other.
"Yeah well take this!" Nero shouted knocking Michael back who skidded to a stop. Nero slammed the Red Queen down. Gripping the handle he twisted it as it made a strong revving sound and the blade glowed dark orange. Michael raised his eyes in surprise. "Whoa now that's unexpected" he said. Nero dashed forward, revving the handle again. This time his attacks had more kick to it as Michael found himself actually buckling under their power. He was again knocked back as Nero jumped forward raising his sword overhand and in one swift motion slashed through Michael's body. Michael shouted as blood spewed out. A few seconds passed before his whole body then slowly disappeared in a burst of motion causing Nero to stare in shock.
Nero landed and lowered his sword. "Nice kid, that actually made my arm buckle" Michael called out. Nero turned behind him to see his opponent standing there grinning his sword sheathed.
"You're a cocky bastard aren't you?" Nero said facing him and frowning. Michael simply shrugged. "Well hey when you have lived as long as I have it kind of comes naturally. But that's an interesting sword technique. I've never seen anything like it" he said gesturing to the Red Queen and her Exceed revving ability.
Nero cracked a smile, beaming with pride. "Thanks, always say this baby is the best companion a swordsman could ask for" he said. "But there's something else I noticed. Your right arm is heavily bandaged. You got injured and still insisted on battle? Now who's the cocky one?' Michael said commenting on Nero's right arm.
Nero looked down at it then back at Michael. Clenching his fist he simply stared. "My right hand is more than enough to kick your ass pal" he challenged. Michael shook his head. Sliding his left foot back he crouched into a defensive stance, body tensed as he prepared to draw his sword.
"Then let the ass kicking commence kid" Michael stated.
SvD…
Sion and Dante opened fire on each other. Dashing around the chamber they engaged in a fierce gun battle. Dante fired from Ebony and Ivory as Sion fired from two machine pistols. Sion crossed both arms and fired as the devil hunter rolled and jumped to his feet. Both men raced around the room before sprinting to each other. Sion jumped off a stone seat as Dante did the same. Firing at each other they then landed on the stone platform, guns pointed at each other.
Smirking Dante said, "This is getting kind of fun". Sion nodded and jumped back placing his guns away as Dante did the same. Sion reached and grabbed his sword Oblivion behind him. Gripping the handle the tape wrapping the blade began to unravel revealing the fearsome weapon. Dante whistled in admiration as he pulled out Rebellion.
Without speaking Sion charged swinging with both hands as he clashed with Dante. Both men grit their teeth as they held the embrace. Breaking it they then began a fierce duel rapidly slashing and swiping with both their weapons. Sion slashed three times with Oblivion as Dante countered with Rebellion. Sion then slashed in a wide arc before slashing upwards as Dante parried the blow. Dante slashed with Rebellion as Sion side stepped to evade. Dante dashed forward, sword raised high as he performed the Stinger maneuver stabbing Rebellion with a fierce thrust.
Sion leaped over him and brought his blade around attempting to cut Dante across the back. Just as the devil hunter slid to a stop and Sion prepared to strike he was suddenly knocked back by a powerful blow. Sion dropped to one knee to find himself bleeding heavily from his stomach. Rising to his feet he saw his shirt was torn open and ripped. Dante chuckled slowly turning around revealing a large double barreled shotgun in one hand. With a flick of his wrist he rejected the spent shells and held it.
"Ooh that must have hurt" he taunted shrugging. Sion stared back as the wound on his stomach slowly closed up. With a shrug he dashed forward as Dante fired off three more shots with his shotgun. Sion managed to evade the shots as he slashed at Dante in a strong attack.
Dante grabbed Rebellion as he collided with Sion's sword. Shoving him back he increased the intensity of his attack slashing at different angles as Sion was pushed back. "What's the matter man? Scared to fight back?" Dante called out over his swings. Grunting Dante brought Rebellion overhead to strike as Sion raised Oblivion to defend. There was a large spark an small explosion of energy as both great weapons clashed against each other.
Sparks flew out as both men grunted and strained. Sion's gaze was dead set on Dante who likewise returned the gaze. Dante then jumped back, holding Rebellion across his shoulder as Sion likewise did the same.
"You're pretty good" Dante complimented.
Sion shrugged. "As are you, Son of Sparda" he said watching Dante's changing expression. "So you know who I am. Figures. What a great catch it is being the son of the Legendary Dark Knight" he said rolling his eyes. Sion chuckled as he began pacing.
"Well allow me to introduce myself. The name is Sion. I am a servant of the Nightstalker Organization" he said with a small nod. Dante put one hand on his hip as he sighed. "Yeah. Now that introductions are over can we get back to the fight? I was just starting to enjoy it" he said with a smirk.
A small smile crept unto Sion's face. "So be it" he said and with that he disappeared in a flash of movement causing Dante to look in surprise. Dante turned to his right to see his opponent swinging his sword down hard. Dante buckled under the impact. Sion then dashed to his opponent's blind side and swiped causing Dante to back flip out the way. Dante stood just as Sion kicked him away and sent him crashing into one of the stone altars. Dante landed hard as the stone crumbled and dust was formed.
Sion turned and waited. A moment later he heard laughter. Dante walked out the debris, brushing dust off and chuckling. "Man those were some slick moves. I better start taking this more seriously than" he said walking back up on the platform. Sion didn't budge but eyed his opponent carefully. Dante stopped about ten feet away and slammed Rebellion down, leaning on the handle. Grinning he said "So Sion I can tell you're no ordinary fighter. Maybe even something close to what I am" he said.
Sion blinked, "I am a devil correct"
Dante laughed. "Sweet that means we can really go all out. Let's not worry about collateral damage. What do you say dude?"
Sion answered by raising his right wrist. He took his other hand and moved one of the rings around before snapping it off as it fell to the floor. Dante narrowed his eyes, watching as Sion removed a second ring from his other hand. Sion sighed and then remained perfectly still and closed his eyes. His body rumbled before it began glowing a deep shade of red. Opening his eyes he then spoke in a booming echoing voice. "Time to party" he said with a sadistic grin.
It all happened in a flash. Sion had sprinted towards Dante causing debris and concrete to be upheaved behind him. With a thunderous shout he slashed three times with his sword slicing Dante across his torso and chest. The devil hunter staggered back. He took Rebellion and cut Sion twice across the body. Dante then swung upward knocking Sion high into the air as he jumped up.
Sion spat out blood as the two hovered for a brief period. Dante slashed with Rebellion while Sion attacked with Oblivion. The two combatants landed gently and then intensified by rapidly slashing around with their swords. Both Sion and Dante repeatedly hacked and slashed and chopped with their weapons periodically mixing in physical attacks as they moved in a circle. To the common eye it would have almost appeared as a dance.
Sion brought Oblivion overhead in a large swipe. Dante blocked with Rebellion and knocked him back. He then took the opportunity to initiate a fierce attack. Dante slashed four times with Rebellion, cutting Sion deeply across his chest and torso. Dante then swung Rebellion all around his body as he brought it across his body in a final slash before jumping and spearing Sion. Dante's body glowed before he unleashed a flurry of lightning quick stabs. His sword moving in numerous motions as he performed the Million Stab maneuver ending with a final thrust sending Sion crashing into a further section of their battle area.
TvA….
Trish fired from her two pistols as Alucard unloaded from his own weapons. Both combatants dashed around their space. Trish jumped off the wall and opened fire. Alucard sprinted out of the way and returned fire as Trish rolled to avoid the hail of bullets. As she stood to her feet she heard a loud explosion behind her and turned to find a gaping hole in the wall. Alucard's rounds had formed a hole the size of a watermelon.
Trish stared and then quickly looked at Alucard who grinned and again pointed. "A hole that big from a couple of pistols? Jesus man…" she shuddered but quickly refocused. Alucard laughed and again fired from his guns. Trish flipped to the side and returned the fire. Alucard was pierced in his chest, stomach and in both legs. Buckling under the gun fire he grinned through his injuries and continued firing. Pausing periodically to reload he continued his nonstop gunfire.
"This is really strange. He's not even trying to evade. He's just standing there like a big ass statue. Is he unaffected by gun fire? Does it not hurt him?" Trish said to herself watching the vampire count. Alucard continued to be shot in his whole body as blood pooled out and collected on the floor. He turned fire as he grinned wildly and began laughing.
Trish fired again from her pistols this time she managed to deal a crippling blow as he blasted a large sized hole through Alucard's stomach. The vampire staggered back, dropping to one knee and bleeding heavily.
Frowning Trish tossed her hair back and placed both hands on her waist. "This is rather boring. Are you even trying to fight or are you holding back?" she complained. Her complaint was met with laughter. Alucard began laughing which then turned to a shrill cackle of madness as he reared his head back.
"Boring? HELL NO! I'm having the time of my life! Don't stop! Don't stop! Come on, come on keep it up!" Alucard shouted rising to his feet and taking aim. He sprinted forward and began firing as Trish jumped out the way.
Alucard took aim and fired another round, hitting Trish across her shoulder as she staggered back. Alucard then went and attempted to perform the kill only to have his body jolted by a massive bolt of yellow lightning sending him crashing against the opposite wall. His body was singed and charged as he struggled and grit his teeth.
Trish held out her hand and summoned more lightning as she fired four massive bolts as they raced to the vampire who was blasted deeper into the wall. Standing back to her feet she rotated her neck and smirked. "Come now Alucard. Surely a little lady like myself isn't enough to do you in" she taunted.
KvA…
Kazuya dashed forward and clashed his sword with Anderson's bayonets. The two men strained against the other's strength. Anderson jumped back and began wildly slashing with his blades. Kazuya parried each attack and would counter with his own sword. Both men dashed around the room, hacking and slashing at each other. Kazuya raised his sword overhead and brought it down as Anderson deflected it.
"You are a Sin Eater. That explains your desire to punish sinners for their crimes" Anderson shouted. Kazuya ignored him, completed focused on their duel. "The Sin Eaters were said to have made a pact with a demon ages ago during the Roman occupation of Judaea. The entire bloodline was cursed and its members systematically killed through the centuries. So how is it you carry their mark then, Kazuya?" Anderson questioned throwing dozens of bayonets at the assassin.
Kazuya parried some of the weapons and cartwheeled out the way of the others.. He pulled out his own set of throwing daggers and flung them towards Anderson. They impaled him through his torso. The Paladin simply laughed and flexed his body as he ejected them. Anderson raised more bayonets and again threw them at Kazuya who was cut across his shoulder and back.
"You ask far too many questions priest. Focus more instead on our battle" Kazuya stated. Charging forward he slashed Anderson three times against the chest and kicked the priest hard in the solar plexus sending him crashing to the floor. Kazuya then moved to stab Anderson through the heart but was halted as the priest stabbed him through the stomach with two blades.
Kazuya's body jolted from the blow as he staggered back. Anderson jumped back to his feet and continued his onslaught. Kazuya and Anderson continued their duel. Both men slashing and cutting each other with their swords. Kazuya skidded to a stop as Anderson cut him deep across the shoulder. Kazuya's body shook from the pain but he ignored it. Pausing he reached and gripped his long black cloak tightly. With a sharp tug he tore it off causing a sharp ripping sound. Kazuya now stood there, wearing a hooded pull over black shirt. Anderson chuckled and licked his lips. Kazuya raised his sword then gripped it with both hands tightly. Anderson watched with mild interest.
Breathing slowly Kazuya shouted and dashed for the priest as they again clashed blades. Kazuya's attacks were more fierce and precise. Cutting Anderson a lot more than previously and breaking his defenses. Anderson watched in surprise as Kazuya slashed three times and spun. Waving his sword he then switched to a reverse grip and impaled Anderson deeply through his torso causing him to keel over and cough up blood.
"I told you before priest. My bloodline is of no consequence. The fate that was bestowed unto those which carry the mark of the Sin Eater will fade away when I depart this world." Kazuya said sharply twisting his sword as Anderson grunted. Pulling the blade out Kazuya spun, raised his leg and executed a strong jumping spinning hook kick cracking Anderson's jaw and sending the Paladin crashing into a wall.
SvS…
"RRAAAAGGHHHHHH!" Seras and Seth shouted at the same time and began firing from their weapons. Seras held her assault rifle as Seth fired from two pistols. Both managing to dash around the room and evade the gunfire. Seth barrel rolled across and jumped to his feet as he pointed his weapon. Seras dashed forward tossing her rifle aside as Seth did the same. Reaching each other Seras let her fist sail across as it collided with Seth's. He was surprised by just how strong she was as his arm buckled under her power before going numb as he was tossed back and crashed unto the table.
Sitting back up he frantically shook his arm as she watched, blinking in confusion. "SHIT! Man you got some power babe. That actually made my whole arm go numb" he exclaimed excitedly as he jumped back to his feet. Seras stared and shook her head. "So..why are you happy?" she asked. Seth grinned, "A hot chick that can kick my ass? Dude that's every guy's wet dream" he cracked watching as she frowned.
Seras then watched as he rotated his arms before taking a stance. He disappeared and then appeared behind her, raising his leg in a fierce roundhouse kick. Seras turned and blocked, raising her fist in a punch that he caught as he flipped her over. Seras kicked him in the back as he stumbled forward before rolling and getting back to his feet.
The two then charged, attacking each other with a volley of punches, kicks, knees and other physical blows. Seth was kicked in his stomach hard as he crashed to the ground. Rolling back he did a kip up, leaping back to his feet as let his elbow connect with her jaw as she too was knocked back. Seras' eyes glowed dangerously as black shadows then spread forth from her arm attempting to ensnare and slice through Seth. "Whoa!" he said back flipping several times before landing on the far side of the room.
Seras' shadows began to recede as she channeled them from her right arm. Watching him she waved it as she clenched her fist tightly. "You're pretty good" she complimented. Seth chuckled, "Thanks. But this hand to hand thing will get us nowhere" he said reaching for his sword and shield. Pulling them out he swung them around before assuming a phalanx position. His shield held steady in front as he had his sword pointed directly at Seras.
"That's hardly fair" she complained pointing to his weaponry. Seth didn't budge. "Look behind you. We both can engage in a little swordplay" he said. Seras turned to see a rack of sword behind her. The standard design of the knights of the Order of the Sword. Raising an eyebrow Seras went and picked one up and swung it around, getting the feel for it before facing him.
"Ready?" Seth asked.
Seras nodded.
Seth wasted no time in charging her as she did the same. They clashed blades with Seth pushing her back and beginning a fierce onslaught of powerful sword attacks. He slashed three times across her body before striking overhead. Seras barely deflected the blows before she was slashed across her shoulder as Seth then cut her across the middle. Jumping back Seras was then batted hard by his shield as she crashed into the wall.
Seth held his sword low. The blade pulsated before it began to glow a deep purple color. Raising it Seth dropped into a low stance before shouting and thrusting forward with a tremendous crack of energy as he attacked. There was a large explosion as the room shook violently sending debris scattering.
NvM…
"Eat this!" Nero shouted firing from Blue Rose. Michael quickly waved his sword around, deflecting the bullets. He then pulled out his Desert Eagles and opened fire. Nero again fired from his revolver. The two fired so quickly their bullets canceled each other out.
Placing his guns away Michael charged and slashed twice, cutting Nero across the chest as the young knight staggered back. Nero swung the Red Queen attempting to cut Michael down the middle but he was too fast. He phased away just as he was cut. Michael then dashed to Nero's left as he again slashed this time deeper across his side before knocking Nero back. Nero again pulled Blue Rose out and opened fire. This time, Nero began charging energy into the bullets increasing their power and range. Michael raised his eyes as one bullet blew away a large chunk of his shoulder sending him crashing to the wall.
Both men panted, staring each other down. Nero shook his head, placing his gun away. Michael slowly stood up, repairing the damage as his shoulder healed up. Nero narrowed his eyes. "You're not human are you?" he asked.
Michael stared, not sure if that were a serious question. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked sheathing his sword. "So then what? You a vampire or something?"
Michael grit his teeth in agitation, "No" he said.
"A demon?"
Michael shook his head. Nero glared, "Well then what the hell are you?" he shouted. Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a Werewolf" he said simply.
Nero blinked twice before saying "Bullshit. There's no such thing". Now it was Michael's turn to stare. "You hunt demons yet scoff at the existence of Werewolves? That doesn't make sense" he said.
Michael then disappeared in a flash of light as he unsheathed his sword and slashed wildly at Nero who struggled to defend. Michael slashed downward, kicked Nero in the stomach and then batted his sword away. Nero slid back as he looked up to see Michael thrusting his sword forward.
Nero raised his right arm up just as it made contact and a dome of energy erupted around them destroying the ground and forming massive cracks.
Michael looked up in shock to see Nero gritting his teeth. His sword did not pierce his right arm instead only destroying all the tape covering it. Nero's right arm was demonic looking; glowing a bright blue color on the palm while the arm itself was scaly and colored dark blue. Michael narrowed his eyes. "Well, looks like you've got something devilish in you kid" he stated.
Nero glared, his arm pulsing as it cracked and sparked. "Keep talking pal. Like I said I'll be sure to smack that smirk off your face" he said shoving Michael back. Nero then took his Devil Bringer arm and using the Snatch extended it toward his opponent. Michael watched in amazement as a spectral form of the arm gripped him tightly and pulled him in "What?" he shouted as Nero smashed him repeatedly into the ground before tossing him away.
Michael rolled to a stop before flipping back to his feet. Turning he saw Nero use the Devil Bringer arm to hurl massive slabs of concrete causing him to dash around in evasion. Michael sucked his teeth and smirked. "Got to hand it to you kid. You're a lot tougher than you look. Guess I better start taking this more seriously" he said.
Nero panted and cracked his neck. "Humph" was all he stated. Michael waved his sword once, sheathing it slowly. "Did you know, that the older a Werewolf becomes the greater control he has over his transformations?" he said. Nero cocked an eyebrow, "The hell are you talking about?"
Michael began pacing. "Werewolves are bound by the cycle of the moon. At first we can only initiate the transformation on the full moon. But it doesn't stop there. The greater control we learn to shift not just our whole body but portions as well." He continued saying to Nero's confusion.
"You should consider yourself honored kid. It's been ages since anyone has forced me to such a degree to use this technique. But that arm of yours may prove troublesome. Watch and learn, the true power of the Werewolf!" Michael shouted.
His body began shaking as his face contorted and twisted. Nero watched as Michael began shifting. His face formed into a long lupine snout, his fangs growing to two inches in length. His amber eyes began to shine more intensely. His skin became replaced by jet black fur, his ears growing long a pointy. With a final snarl his face was fully shifted into that of a fearsome looking wolf. Michael's hands began to enlarge; growing more muscular until long talon like claws jutted out. He snapped and unleashed a deep piercing howl. Facing Nero he snorted twice before reaching for his sword.
"Play time is over, kid" he spoke telepathically in a chilling dark and heavy voice. Michael dashed forward with tremendous speed brutally slashing Nero across his torso as blood poured out. Nero shouted and fell back as Michael unsheathed his sword preparing to skewer the young knight.
TvA…..
The smoke cleared and Alucard staggered out, bleeding heavily. He had large burn wounds and a gaping wound through his body. Despite them he began to laugh quite wildly. Trish cocked an eyebrow and looked at him with pity. "You're pretty good. You dear, are very interesting" Alucard complimented.
Trish smirked and raised her hand, charging more lightning as she fired another bolt blowing off Alucard's left arm. The vampire staggered back as he raised the Jackal and began firing. Trish pulled out the sword Sparda, deflecting the bullets and running forward. She viciously cut and slashed Alucard as the vampire staggered back. Taking the sword she sliced off his legs in a bloody heap. Trish then thrusted forward, piercing Alucard through his heart and smashing him into a wall. Alucard's body hung limply, periodically twitching. Then, much to Trish's surprise his body burst in a swarm of bats that screeched and flew around.
Jumping back Trish then swiped and batted them away. The bats then spread out in a bigger mass before reforming into Alucard, who stood five feet away. Grinning the vampire count began clapping. "Bravo. Such marvelous skill. I applaud you Trish. It's been far too long since I've encountered such a worthy adversary. Finally, a suitable creature to do battle with" Alucard said happily. Raising both hands, the symbols on his gloves began to glow deep crimson as Trish looked on curiously, clutching the sword tightly.
"Releasing Control Art Restriction System to Level 4" Alucard said as his hair began to flow loosely and his eyes glowed.
End Chapter
Part 2 is in the works. Stay tuned folks and thanks for reading!