Beatdowns by Bandit
"COMBAT TIME BOYS" I exclaimed at the top of my lungs. I was excited. Mama's Blade gleamed as rust was finally gone from it. Essex was freshly cleaned and fully loaded on my chest holster. My newest addition to my gear hung of my hip, it's a simple mix of buckler, gauntlet, and knuckleduster. It needs to prove itself before it gets a name. Mek had a new idea to test, meaning that his opponent would most definitely need therapy after the match. I really should take his console from him.
As the match went on I realized the Arcadian really needed help, he kept second guessing himself and it was limiting his potential. Growing tired of the match, I decided to assist. "Heads ups" I called out and tossed my handgun into the ring. A grin spread across my face as Jaune leapt for it and started unloading into Winchester with practiced ease. He was fine until he realized I only gave him one mag. The match was over soon with the knight's loss. But with blood dripping from nose and a red stained grin he stood tall. "Thanks for that, Conan""It's Conrad" I corrected while taking back my sidearm.
"Alright, time for Meckoning" stated the CKIM's resident genius while putting on two complex looking wristbands. "Bad joke" Vandal yelled out at him as he dons his feathered helmet and applying his war paint. "Bring it Vicky" Mek challenged entering the ring and dropping low into a fighting stance. Vandal raised his clubs into a guard and adopted a vicious smile. Goodwitch just accepted the next match and signaled the match's start. Vandal immediately threw Leia at Mek. He promptly responded by dodging and shooting a web like substance out of his wristband and pulling himself into the fight. "OW FUCK why do they have arrowheads" Victor grunted out before he ducked under a short sword attached to another web. "What can take a litt-" Mek started to taunt before a still flying Leia hit his back. "Forgot bout that again bitch" he taunted back as he retrieved his club.
As they clashed again I asked Jaune a question. "Where's your gun at?" "Oh it's at home" he said quickly "Why?" "Because I lied my way here after running from home" he answered "Goddamn it, how much extra training do you have" "Really worked hard my marksmanship" he added happily "So you're gonna be an expert gunslinger your nonexistent gun" I deadpan "oh shit" "Oh Shit indeed" I responded with a pat on his shoulder. His partner was watching our quiet conversation with a mix of horror and awe. "I expect you can help our gunless gunfighter with his swordplay" I asked the dumbstruck spartan. She nodded quickly ready to help the idiot sharpshooter. "Do I get a say in this" he whined "No"
Returning my attention to the ring, I see Vandal covering in webs firing at Mek as he swings back and forth the room. "Finish it boys" I commanded and Mek immediately shot a web at the ground and with a flying elbow knocked out Vic. "Now that's what I'm talking bout" Kuma cheered out at the brutal final attack. "Vytal festival is gonna be our bitch this year" Mek announced walking back with a bruised but smiling Vandal following. "Time to break shit" I said drawing out Essex and my new buckler. As I watch as my opponent enter the ring I bite my cheek hard. I get into a kickboxing stance as my opponent's axe is pointed at me. The match starts with a bang as he fired immediately but I rolled forward ready to get in close. The recoil brought the axe into a position to strike but he didn't get a chance as I spit the blood from my bleeding cheek straight into his eyes. Then a foot stomp followed by a headbutt and six shots to the gut. His counter was an obvious overhead swing I blocked with my buckler. It was followed by kick to the chest that pushed me back into another shot that hit my arm that was mostly guarded by the hybrid gauntlet. I rushed him to stop him from landing another shot. After taking him to ground and knocking away his lever axe-tion rifle I got to full mount and started to ground and pound. Left hook, barrel strike, double hammer-fist, point blank shots, just blow after blow taking chunks out his aura with each hit. As last ditch effort his hands wrapped around my neck, so I spit more blood in his face and threw a headbutt to his nose, shattering his aura. I stand up lick the blood off my teeth and go to take a shower leaving the class stunned at my brutal display. Except one hype man called Vandal,"THATS WHAT YOU CALL A KENTUCKY FRIED FUCK YOU, LETS GO TEAM KFC"