Yes, thank you for that introduction Purnima. As she introduces herself and her opponent, the arena dims. In the darkness, two spotlights illuminate both her and her opponent, who is a bit confused after that type of introduction, but still eager to prove his might.
Tonight's Fite:
The monkey struggles to find his foe, running around the arena and trying to escape the glow of the mysterious spotlight. Purnima laughs as she opens up her weapon, the Mukti Lahara. The umbrella shoots out a force of energy as she does so though, betraying her presence in the darkness. Wukong had difficulty tracking her on her echoing laugh, but the cone of force that came rushing towards him gave him a good idea which direction to attack in. Purnima hurriedly loads her umbrella's chamber with ammo as Wukong dodges the cone and dashes toward her, the spotlight still shadowing his every movement. Purnima is just able to finish loading her weapon when the monkey is finally able to see her. He pulls his large staff around and prepares to slam it into her side, but he is interrupted.
The bumbershoot blasts Wukong's face with a smokescreen. The Monkey King misses with his swing as Purnima dances back into the darkness. Wukong coughs, the smoke being blasted directly in his face caused some major respiratory issues. Purnima struggled to contain a soliloquy espousing her weapon's success and how Deadly Efficient it has proven so far. The monkey might not be able to see her, but he would still be able to hear her if she began to rant.
She begins loading her chamber again, swapping out her remaining smoke pellet for the sharp umbrella-shaped needles. Wukong seemed oddly still as he let the smoke effect wear off, so she had no trouble opening fire on him. The needles dig into his body, but he does not flinch or react. It is only when he spins around and disappears in a burst of magical energy does she know the truth: It was only a Decoy.
Purnima now realizes that her trailing spotlight technique would not work on someone who could shake it off so easily. Now that they were both in the dark, they both had the same disadvantage visually. The spotlights go off and the normal arena lighting is returned, revealing a Monkey King who was trying to sneak about by crawling on the floor.
"Excellent tactic Sun Wukong, a positively original way of hiding in the dark! If the lights had not returned and revealed your elegance, you could have swept me off my feet with ease! Oh ho ho ho ho!" Purnima swoons a bit as the Monkey King pulls himself back up to a fighting stance. They were rather far from each other, so Wukong needed to close the distance. He begins rushing towards Purnima, who pulls her umbrella around and prepares to fire.
What she did not expect to see were three cloud-riding monkeys sailing towards her. Wukong and his two clones closed off any quick dodges she could pull off: One had the center, and the other two had the right and the left escape routes. Instead of trying to dodge away to safety, she instead pulls her bumbershoot up and uses it like a shield. The two clones off to the side dissipate, but Sun Wukong remains on his cloud, pushing against the umbrella to try and land a blow with his staff. The gravitational propulsion mesh on the umbrella halted any movement forward, but the Monkey King seems to have forgotten its second unique aspect: it reflects the force applied to it back to its source.
Pushing forward with such a heavy staff on the umbrella made the reflected force enough to blast Wukong all the way across the arena. He was tough, and this ended up biting him in the butt. The monkey's body struggled to recover from the blow, but he was not down yet. He propped himself up on his staff as he recovered his strength, but Purnima had not wasted any time, preparing her umbrella to fire again. The cocktail umbrella shaped ammunition forced Wukong to drop another Decoy, but he used the second and a half of invisibility to close the gap between him an his opponent a bit more.
Of course, as soon as the decoy dropped, this meant that all the needles were now shooting towards the real, and much closer, Sun Wukong. Wukong is forced to endure becoming a simian pin cushion as he gets closer and closer. Once he reaches his desired range, Purnima finds herself needing to reload. She pops open her weapon's chamber, but before she can load it Sun Wukong is spinning towards her, his staff swinging around in a Cyclone.
Purnima has no time to try and block the blow like before, so instead she takes to the air like Mary Poppins. The umbrella's gravitational powers carry her up and out of reach of the earthbound monkey. Wukong swings up at the escaping worm, but all he manages to do is land a soft spank on her rear end.
"Oh my! How raunchy! How devilish! You certainly are a mischievous monkey! I appreciate and completely understand your interest in my perfectly formed hindquarters, but you must control yourself in front of this audience! We are here to fite, not to love, unless of course that love is the love of the arena!"
As Purnima rants, the Monkey King slams his long staff into the ground and climbs up it, using the extra height to leap up and seize the flying bug in a hug.
"Oh! Your passion is out of control! My irresistible figure has drawn you to me like a stuffed yellow bear to a jar of honey! Oh... We mustn't let our..."
Before Purnima finished, Wukong stopped hugging her, seizing her lower body with his feet so he could grab the umbrella with his hands. Purnima and Wukong begin to struggle over the Mukti Lahara. Purnima's many extra legs attempt to pry the Monkey King off, but his grip is immensely strong. As the struggle wears on, they begin to bob around the air without any real direction, slamming into the walls and eventually into even the ceiling. Still, neither gave up their grip on the weapon, and Purnima was forced to reach into her dress for some of her ammo.
First she tries to pulls out many of her needles, stabbing them into the side of the monkey. The sudden jolt of pain forced the Monkey King to let go of her body with his feet, but with the extra boon of his weight, the bug's grip on the umbrella began to slip. The Monkey King used the opportunity to pull his feet up and grab the umbrella, pulling down with all his strength. Just before the umbrella finally comes loose, another arm of Purnima slams the last of her smoke reserves into Wukong's face.
The scene is slightly obscured by the smokescreen, but it is clear that Wukong finally managed to wrestle the umbrella from the grub's grip. The two go falling towards the ground, and since Wukong did not know how to work the Mukti Lahara, he was unable to use it to fly. The two crash to the ground, and for a moment all that can be seen is the cloud of smoke. Eventually, Purnima comes out, her dress a bit tattered and a few of her legs not moving. She did not limp at all, but her movement was slower. She approached where Wukong had abandoned his staff and begins to pry it out of the arena floor.
When the smoke clears, Wukong is seen coughing once more, but the umbrella is firmly in his hands. Once he has recovered, he begins to run towards where Purnima is trying to arm herself with his weapon. The staff does not budge, so Purnima lets go of the weapon and falls to the ground, her arm over her face as she pretends to weep.
"Oh woe is me! To be approached unarmed in a battle of power! My OWN weapon, betraying me! How unfair an advantage, yet such an elegant tactic in disarming me! If only there were some way to rectify what will surely be a swift and unsatisfactory end!"
A member of the audience is too enamored by her pleas to resist. He tosses his bottle of Zima towards Purnima, who instantly abandons her performance to grasp it firmly and twirl it around in the most graceful pirouette you'll ever see a giant worm do. Wukong is close, so he closes the rest of the distance by repeating his earlier Nimbus Strike. The two clones sail off to the side uselessly, but he rides the cloud in close, ready to strike her with the umbrella. He begins to open it up to try and send the cone of energy forward, but Purnima ceases her ballet spin and tosses the Zima into his face right before he finished opening it.
The monkey crashes into Purnima instead, the umbrella slipping away from both of them. The nasty taste of the alcopop distracts Wukong even more as he struggles to get the taste out of his mouth and the beverage out of his fur. Purnima scuttles across the ground on all her legs, desperately trying to retrieve her umbrella. Before she can get to it though, Wukong has finished drying off and is bouncing around the arena. He passes right over Purnima, outrunning her to the umbrella. He picks it up and baps Purnima on the head with it.
As she gets up from the ground in a huff, Wukong can't help but laugh. She had once looked beautiful, or... as beautiful as a large worm can look, but the battle had wore her down to looking like a vagrant. Purnima looked on the verge of tears, her clothes being part of the reason, but the other part was just her situation. She briefly entertained the idea of disarming her opponent once more, but the Monkey King quickly shattered that idea by snapping the weapon's handle in two.
A clean break, easily repairable, but the weapon would be virtually useless now in her hands. She tried to lunge forward, using her weight as an asset to try and crush the Monkey King, but Wukong's staff was heavier than her, and he easily grabbed her and tossed her over his head. She landed right next to the aforementioned staff, and as she stood up and tried to pull it out again, Wukong dashed by, retrieving his weapon.
Before Purnima could properly react, Sun Wukong had leaped into the air and was bringing his staff down for a Crushing Blow to the bug's brains.
Wukong looked around the dark arena, confused. He could have sworn he had just won. He felt odd; the needles that had dug into his skin earlier were gone, and his clothes felt looser and thinner. Suddenly, a great weight was in his arms. He had no idea what it was, until the lights came back on....
"Alas, my good Sun Wukong, my time with you has ended. We had a spectacular time in the arena, trading blows and showcasing the limits of our abilities, but in the end, only one of us can triumph. You put on a good show, with many twists and turns that always had me guessing, but I hope my loss will not sour me in your eyes.
Even though I must go now to meet my forefathers on the other side, just let me know that whenever you experience joy again in your life, you will be brought back to the brief moment in time where you and I danced the deadly dance more gracefully than two other beings have dared to try. Promise me, that I will always have a spot in that Warrior's Heart of yours, and that you will think of me fondly when I say...
Goodbye."
The massive bug suddenly went limp in his arms.Wukong did not know what to say. Instead, he looked at the audience, confused by the whole affair.
It only took one good hit to take her down, but boy did those two put on a show. Sun Wukong, Bravissimo!
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