Every day, battles take place all over the globe. Tonight is no
different, but the battle that shall take place here in the Fite Yer'
Mates arena is quite the unique one. Ten fiters of various backgrounds
and walks of life shall come into the arena, many of them entering it
for the first time. It is my pleasure to introduce to you tonight's ten
amazing fiters!
We have Doom Baboon, a monkey with laser eyes and a penchant for hurling poo
Crunk Wizard, a sorcerer who has mastered the art of Cool
Father Squid, a cephalopod of the cloth who has brought a minigun to do God's work
Major Failure, creator and dictator of Zoofights who has brought a 12 pound hammer and some good beer
Cliff Clavin, deliverer of mail and spinner of questionable yarns who has brought his mailbag of mysterious contents
A Stag Beetle, a bug who just doesn't give a fuck who has commandeered a beetle-bot as his vehicle
Mathias, a soldier and servant of the Chaos God of Pleasure who brought a simple combat knife
Dragoshi,
a young man with a hefty helm and has brought both a monster called the
Smoky Progg and possibly smuggled in some garden shears
Blue Collar Beaver, a mammal of the working-class variety who has brought a tire iron
and Burton Cummings, a Canadian musician who has brought his steel-tipped Ovation Breadwinner guitar.
Now that the long introduction is out of the way, let's jump right into the battle! Combatants, get ready to Fite Yer' Mates!
The ten fiters stand in a circle equidistant from our wonderful referee
Gezora. Father Squid is readying his minigun to open fire while the Stag
Beetle tinkers with his vehicle's controls. Burton tunes his guitar for
some reason, and Major Failure takes a quick swig from one of his
bottles. Dragoshi pats the Progg's head reassuringly, Crunk is already
whipping up some sort of electric spell, and Cliff is digging
frantically through his mailbag to find something useful before the fite
starts. Doom Baboon... "arms" himself with feces, the Beaver shifts
nervously about, and Mathias sizes up the competitors. Gezora gives the
signal for the fite to start, and the combatants immediately shoot out
towards predetermined targets.
Burton runs towards the Stag
Beetle, the smallest opponent and thus the one he thinks he can most
easily take down. The Stag Beetle, who hadn't an idea of who to fite
yet, decides to accept the musician's challenge. Father Squid begins
opening fire on Major Failure, who quickly runs away to avoid being
easily killed so early on. Mathias sneaks towards Crunk Wizard as the
sorcerer prepares to release the spell to retaliate when the servant of
Slaanesh is within range. Doom Baboon begins hurling feces at Blue
Collar Beaver and Cliff, and the two run away from the nasty assault.
Dragoshi
seemed to be the odd one out, but he didn't mind. He would hopefully be
able to sneak up with his unusual mount and take someone out as they
focused on someone else. Dragoshi sees that the priest is opening fire
exclusively on the major, trying to exact revenge for allowing six years
of bloodsport to take place in the Zoofights arena. The Father was not,
however, watching his rather large back. Trying his best to urge the
Progg slowly towards the squid-headed priest, Dragoshi accidentally
sends his mount into a full-on sprint.
The sprint was anything
but quiet, so Father Squid had time to turn around to greet his
attacker. Minigun still spinning, he began to open fire on Dragoshi, so
the young man was forced to abandon his monstrous mount and dive into
the dirt. The Smoky Progg, however, was still in a stampeding mood, so
it continued its charge towards Father Squid. The priest wasn't sure if
it the beast could be defeated with mere bullets, but he continued to
open fire with his gun anyway. His perseverance paid off as bullets tore
through the more material parts of the beast, drawing its blood.
Condemning the unholy beast he saw before him, Father Squid continued to
unload the minigun's vast reserves of ammo until the Progg was unable
to move.
The beast let out one last roar before it fell to the ground dead. A
golden pearl rolls out of the corpse, and the squid scoops it up, hoping
it would draw in good money for his parish. Dragoshi looks at his
already killed beast in shock, but he thanked the stars that he had
already planned ahead. Reaching into his pants, the man pulled out the
garden shears. Dragoshi decides to shift his attention for now since his
weapon went from a beast that can kill whatever it touches to glorified
lawn equipment. Noticing Cliff and the Beaver getting pelted with
monkey crap, Dragoshi gives chase after the crap flinger, hoping to kill
the baboon before it could unleash its powerful eye beams.
Back
with Burton and the Beetle we find a battle that seems pretty evenly
matched. The Canadian keyboardist is swinging his guitar out towards the
Stag Beetle's Kabuto Mushi machine, and the robot tries to get in close
for an electric shock. Neither competitor is giving their foe any
ground though, and both of their attempted blows continue to miss.
Burton realizes this first with his superior homo sapien mind (no
offense, little bug) and actually lets
the beetle get in a shock with the Kabuto Mushi. The robot's jaws shock
Burton's legs and send him to his knees, but the Canadian is now able
to get in a good smack with the guitar.
The robot tumbles a bit,
but it is quickly back on its treads and charging towards Burton. Burton
waits for his opponent to get within range, his guitar pulled back
behind him for a powerful blow. The stag beetle drives in close, and
Burton brings the guitar down, causing the beetle to veer to the right
to avoid it. Unfortunately for the bug, Burton's action was a feint, and
after the beetle switched paths, Burton simply switched his swinging
trajectory.
The reinforced Ovation Breadwinner swings down with
all the fury of a former member of The Guess Who. The guitar makes a
mighty mark on the robot despite its reinforced chassis, and a tiny
explosion signals the destruction of the Kabuto Mushi.
The explosion, although tiny, caused quite a bit of knockback, enough
for the Ovation Breadwinner to fly out of Burton's hands and land
elsewhere in the arena. Burton gives the broken machine a quick prod,
seeing if the Stag Beetle had survived the blast. When he is satisfied
the bug hadn't, he struggles to his feet. The electric shock had numbed
the lower part of his legs, but he needed to retrieve his weapon so he
could begin combating the other fiters.
What Burton didn't notice
was that on his back, a certain insect, albeit a scorched and battered
one, now hitched a ride and waited for its chance to strike.
Mathias
is barely able to dodge a ball of lightning as the Crunk Wizard begins
unleashing his spells. Mathias lacks any real way to combat the magic,
so for now the man relied solely on his evasiveness for survival,
waiting for a moment to strike out at the wizard. Father Squid, a lot of
his ammo already depleted, wheeled around to face the Major once more.
The barrel began spinning again, and with a sigh the hippo-faced
dictator prepared for more running.
So far, the only death in the
arena was that of an assisting creature, but the competitors have begun
their assaults and its only a matter of time until one of them dies.
Stay tuned for blood and corpses, sports fans!
Burton's walk to the lost guitar was a long and pathetic one, but that's
what happens when you let a beetle shock your legs with a modified toy.
On the rock star's back, the injured Stag Beetle slowly crawled up his
opponent's shirt, hoping not to arouse suspicion. Burton stumbled a few
times, but the bug made it all the way to the shoulder without being
noticed. Quickly, the bug dived into Burton's ear. It was a tight fit,
but it was able to get in before Burton's fingers reached up to try and
pry it loose.
The stag beetle struggled about in the ear, and
using its sharp mandibles, it began carving its way through the ear drum
and the rest of the ear canal. It slowly worked itself towards the brain, and
Burton could do nothing to stop it. Burton fell again to his knees, and
in a desperate move began banging his head against the arena's ground to
try and upset the bug's progress. The beetle continued like a boss
through the head of his opponent, and eventually it arrived at the mind.
The mandibles dug in and slashed at the gray matter, destroying the
mind of poor Burton Cummings.
Burton, in his last minutes of
clarity, sees Father Squid nearby. Approaching him on his knees, he begs
the father for quick release from life, hoping that maybe a few minigun
bullets to his head would help take the beetle down with him. The
priest's minigun stopped spinning, allowing Major Failure to stop
running and catch his breath. The priest looked down at the ailing
musician, feeling pity on the man whose mind was being destroyed by a
bug, but his morals caught up with him. He couldn't kill this innocent
man, even if he was Canadian! The Father fumbled to try and produce the
words to tell Burton this, but the rock star was now on the ground,
writhing in pain.
Father Squid pulled up his minigun and tried to
help Burton escape the mortal plane, but he could not even begin to
spin the gun. Father Squid dropped the heavy weapon and lifted Burton up
in his arms. Father Squid begged the rock star not to die, but the life
seemed to have left Burton's eyes already. In fact, one of the
guitarist's eyes seemed to be falling out...
Bursting out in a spray of blood and glory, the Stag Beetle leaves the
head of Burton Cummings, triumphant and pleased in knowing it got the
first KO of the match. Father Squid drops the man in shock, and the
beetle quickly scurries off to avoid the heaviest fiter's feet. Father
Squid looked at his hands in horror, feeling as if Burton's death was
his fault. The mind of the squid races back to his past failings, but
what the priest didn't know was that the Major had used this crisis of
the Father's morals and mind to close in and ready his hammer.
The
loud sound of metal crunching snapped Father Squid out of his stupor.
Turning around, he saw a twelve-pound hammer in the remains of what was
once a mighty minigun.
"There we go, took care of that annoying
thing," the Major quips as he readies himself to face the father. The
two animal-faced men with honorary titles eyed each other, neither
making the first move. Then Major Failure offers Father Squid some booze
and the father swats it away. The bottle shatters on the ground, its
liquid soaking into the dirt.
"You do NOT waste my good booze!"
The Major swung his hammer forward, but the Father used his arm to swat
it away as well. The hammer slams into the dirt, and before the Major
can lift it back up, Father Squid has body checked the dictator to the
ground. The father tries to lift the now dropped hammer, but the Major
breaks open a bottle of his own liquor to create a weapon and stabs it
forward, cutting open the priest's alb. The priest leaps back to avoid
further antagonizing with a hypocritically broken bottle, and this
allows the Major to retrieve his weapon and get back on his feet.
What
the two fiters did not expect was four other fiters to suddenly pile up
between them. Cliff and Blue Collar Beaver leaped behind the massive
squid priest and hid, knowing implicitly that the priestly cephalopod
had no beef with them. This, of course, meant that Doom Baboon's next
volley of seemingly endless shit slammed right into the squid's robes.
Dragoshi, who hadn't expected the monkey to stop running, ends up
tumbling into Doom Baboon and the two ram against the father and knock
him down onto the beaver and the mailman.
Major Failure laughs at
the sight, but he makes sure not to let his guard down. When Father
Squid begins standing back up to apologize to the two unfortunate fiters
who had known the weight of the squid's ass, the Major brings his huge
hammer down on the forehead of the priest.
The Father falls back down onto Beaver and Cliff after his brains are
knocked out. The two begin a desperate struggle to try and get out from
the crushing weight of the heaviest fiter of the evening as Dragoshi and
Doom Baboon both shift their attention to the highest profile fiter of
the evening. If a fiter was able take down the Major, everyone would
respect them.
I hope you haven't forgotten Crunk Wizard and
Mathias. The two had been locked in a battle of dodging and badly aimed
magic for some time now, and only now did things seem to be shifting
towards a battle where opponents actually get hit. The Stag Beetle
scurries over to try and interfere in the battle as the fite between
Mathias and Crunk becomes more heated.
The Stag Beetle had difficulty dodging the rapid footsteps of Mathias as
the seemingly impenetrable walls of magic set up by the wizard gave
way. The wall of fire scorched the sides of Mathias's armor, but the
servant of Slaanesh moved aside from it and easily plowed through the
wall of ice. To his surprise though, the Wizard had a wall of limbs on
the other side of the ice wall, as if anticipating his foe's tactics.
The limbs reached out towards Mathias, trying to pull him into their
mass, but the knife made quick work of the rotting arms of former
fiters. Crunk began casting another spell, and soon his normal hands
shifted into sharp talons. After the spell of Belker Claws, the beast's
hands were now his, and he was ready to rend some shit.
Mathias
slashed through enough of the rotting limbs to kick the rest down into a
nasty pile, but as soon as that wall fell, Crunk lashed out with his
new claws. The razor sharp fingers tore off streaks of metal from
the chestplate of Mathias, who quickly tried to retaliate with his
knife. The knife was aimed straight at Crunk's face, but a sudden pain
in Mathias's leg caused the aim of the knife to falter. A bit of hair
and an earlobe was lopped off, and Crunk quickly retaliated with a
magical blast to Mathias's chest. Mathias was floored, and when he
looked up, he saw the Stag Beetle sticking its head between armor
plating and biting his legs, clearly not giving a fuck about being in
the crossfire of the wizard. A chill came over both fiters as Crunk
unleashed an ice spell.
Mathias struggled to his feet, batting
the beetle away with his hand as he did so. The gloves of Mathias
managed to break a bit of the Beetle's shell, but it was not yet dead or
dying. It charged forward, switching its attention to the Wizard now,
who was busy freezing Mathias. Mathias fought against the ice, but his
movements grew slower and slower to the point he barely moved. When
Mathias was sufficiently still, Crunk readied another concussive blast,
hoping to shatter the iced man. But again, someone would pay the price
for ignoring the beetle. Crunk's concussive blast flies off target when
the Stag Beetle climbs up into his robe and bites Crunk's thigh. The
Crunk Wizard begins batting his crotch in an attempt to try and kill the
bug, but to an outside observer, it just looks like he decided his own
genitals were his greatest foe.
The blast flew across the arena
and smashed into Father Squid's corpse. Parts of it were blown off, but
it did manage to move the body enough for the beaver and mailman to
scoot back out from under it. Cliff and the Beaver look around the
battlefield to get an idea of their situation, and they quickly decide
to root through the mailbag for something useful as the others fought
amongst themselves.
Mathias struggled against the icy layer that
kept his body still. Ice cracked and broke from his shaking, and
eventually, he had freed himself. At this point, Crunk had straight up
lifted his robes and grabbed the beetle. He began squishing the beetle
in his hands, but then he noticed something about the beetle. The Stag
Beetle was pretty much his insect equivalent. Crunk, with an utterance
of "Right on," stuffed a joint into the beetles mouth and flicked it
across the arena. The beetle got high as shit when it landed, and it
meandered over to the five fiter cluster near Father Squid's corpse.
Mathias
noticed Crunk's distraction with the bug and quickly made himself
scarce. Crunk Wizard looked around, but no longer could see Mathias. The
sorcerer readied a Vitriolic Sphere of acid above his head as he looked
for his opponent, but he would never see Mathias again. Seeming to
appear from nowhere, Mathias grabbed Crunk's waist with one arm and
rammed his knife into the wizard's neck with the other.
Crunk grasps at his neck before he falls down dead, the knife lodged in
his windpipe and esophagus. Mathias reaches down to try and retrieve
his knife, but the Vitriolic Sphere the wizard was forming no longer had
a magical being keeping it afloat. The orb of acid fell down on the
servant of Slaanesh, burning the flesh and armor of Mathias. Crunk
Wizard always gets his revenge, yo. Even if he is already dead when it
happens.
Mathias falls on top of the fiter he had just killed as the acid dissolves his vitals.
Some
of the heaviest hitters have already fallen due to their focusing on
one another. Dragoshi and Doom Baboon focused now on taking down Major
Failure himself, as Blue Collar Beaver and Cliff Clavin continued
rummaging through mail in hopes of finding a valuable weapon. The Stag
Beetle, however, gave less fucks than usual as it moseyed about inhaling
the ganja. Its tiny insect mind began seriously considering the values
of the Rastafari movement.
Cliff Clavin felt something round and hard in a letter from his mailbag.
Believing he and Blue Collar Beaver's rummaging through the bag had
finally paid off, he hurled the letter and what he thought was a mail
bomb at the Major, Dragoshi, and Doom Baboon. The letter smacked
uselessly against the monkey, and Doom Baboon picked it up curiously and
opened it. Inside was a pedometer. The monkey quickly attached it to
some leg fur and kept fiting.
"Well, that wasn't much of
anything. I don't think we got any of the good mail in here. Darn UPS
and FedEx, stealing all the dangerous package delivery from the good ol'
USPS." Cliff seals the bag up and begins discussing plans with Blue
Collar Beaver. The two had formed a sort of alliance, and they knew
their survival depended on having as few enemies as possible.
Unfortunately, Doom Baboon played by nobody's rules and Dragoshi seemed
to be a loner. The Major was too big of a threat to risk even talking
to, and as they watched shit literally fly in the three-way battle
between a man, a monkey, and a major, they both came up with different
plans in their mind.
The Stag Beetle had meandered over, and
Cliff had seen it. Remembering it was a competitor, he went to try his
luck at fiting a bug he thought was entirely normal besides the weed
dangling from its mandibles. Cliff approached the tiny bug, already
coughing from a surprisingly large cloud of fumes that surrounded the
stoner beetle. He tried to squish the beetle with his boots, but the
mellow beetle dodged it in a weird move that seemed both graceful and
clumsy. Cliff continued trying to squish it, but more and more ganja
smoke was inhaled as he tried to kill the bug, and Cliff was getting
increasingly high from the second-hand marijuana smoke.
Back in
the three person tussle, the creator of Zoofights slammed his hammer
into the helm of Dragoshi. The young man fell to the ground, but besides
a huge dent and a moment of disorientation, he was okay, thus proving
the importance of some good armor. Doom Baboon took the Major's moment
of shifted focus to hurl feces at the back of the dictator, but
immediately the monkey paid when a bottle of alcohol sailed straight
towards his face. Doom Baboon was floored by the projectile, but he
quickly lapped up the booze that spilled out on his face and was
invigorated. His poop reserve seemed used up, and now with the added
confidence of some blood-alcohol content, the Baboon began opening fire
with his laser eyes.
The Major gets a nasty gash on his arm from a
blast of laser, one eye's beam harming the arm and the other eye
shattering the hammer. Dragoshi immediately got to his feet and clipped
at the Baboon now that it had tapped into its true power, but all
Dragoshi managed to do was trim some of the baboon's unruly hair. The
shade-wearing primate punched Dragoshi back to the ground and got on top
of him. Laser eyes shot out at the helm, but they deflected uselessly
off of the young man's head armor. That is some seriously tough armor!
The
Major had lost his powerful weapon and was now left with just the few
bottles of booze he hadn't broken. Blue Collar Beaver approached the
Major cautiously, and the creator of Zoofights extended one of his beers
outward in a gesture of goodwill. The beaver eyes the beer and dares a
sip, but spits it out. Major Failure looks offended, so, of course, he
immediately breaks another beer bottle and gets ready to shank a beaver
with it.
The beaver swats the broken bottle away with his tail
and clambers onto the Major. Using his large incisors, the blue-collar
worker begins biting into the flesh of the dictator, leaving massive
wounds. The Major tries to remove the beaver from his body, but the
rodent scurries about on his body with ease. Dodging the Major's swipes,
the Beaver continues biting into his foe's flesh, opening more and more
wounds. Major Failure manages to smash a bottle of beer over Blue
Collar Beaver's head, but it is too late. The Beaver had just sunk its
teeth into the Major's neck, and even though the impact of the glass
bottle did a number on the beaver's head, the Major's body was losing
too much blood.
Major Failure falls to the ground, dead. Damn, that sucks, hope Zoofights isn't delayed because of this...
Anyway,
Blue Collar Beaver pulls its teeth out of the Major and shuffles about,
its mind scrambled by the smack of a strong bottle of booze. It decides
to stand still until the effects wear off, watching Doom Baboon
struggle to try and remove Dragoshi's tough helmet.
Back with
the stoners, Cliff now stood above the Stag Beetle, discussing the
abstract nature of postal carrying, man. The Beetle nodded, totally
getting exactly what Cliff said. The Beetle chattered a bit in what a
stupid person might think is bug language, but Cliff totally understands
the beetle and begins agreeing with it. Suddenly though, something
clicks in Cliff's head. Cliff is no pothead, and this beetle had tainted
him with the influence of cannabis! What would his mother think if she
found out? What would the United States Postal Service think?
Commitment
to a job and your mother can apparently snap someone out of even the
strongest highs, because Cliff lifts his boot and slams it down towards
the Stag Beetle. The Stag Beetle sees the whole event in slow motion.
The problem with getting a beetle who doesn't give a fuck high is that
he'll give even less of a fuck. As the shoe came crushing down on his
body, the beetle gave less than zero fucks. He gave negative fucks, and
that made Cliff's attack easier than it should have been.
Cliff staggers away from the cloud of mary jane smoke, looking for his
beaver friend. He sees Blue Collar Beaver covered in blood and booze,
looking like he was dead, even though the beaver was just resting.
Dragoshi had just managed to pry the Baboon off his body when he saw
both Cliff and Blue Collar Beaver looking pretty vulnerable. Cliff
rushed over to help his possibly fallen friend as Dragoshi tried to find
a way to defuse the situation with Doom Baboon so he could go kill the
two weakened fiters.
Doom Baboon's eye lasers fly all around the arena. Dragoshi lithely
leaped about, hoping that maybe the lasers had some energy source he
could exhaust. But as the lasers burned through the roof, floor, and
walls, Dragoshi began to lose hope in his idea of finite laser
capabilities. The monkey, even if he was drawing on an energy supply,
seemed to have more energy than anyone he's ever seen before. The baboon
bounced around, using all his limbs to fling himself about and close
the distance between him and Dragoshi. Dragoshi's dodging could only
keep him safe for so long. The young man decided to try and lure Doom
Baboon over to the other two fiters in hopes that they might get killed
in the crossfire.
Cliff jostled the body of Blue Collar Beaver,
and BCB gave him a quick thumbs up to show he was alright. Cliff reached
into his mailbag and pulled out some mailed fruitcake, feeding it to
the beaver in hopes of giving him some of his strength back. BCB started
feeling a bit better, and he got back up and readied himself for
battle. Clutching his hardly used tire iron in his paws, he dashed
towards the fray, Cliff following behind him wobbling from the drug's
latent effects.
Dragoshi leaped over the charging rodent when he
saw him, and Doom Baboon predictably began fiting BCB instead. The
beaver lashed out with the tire iron, aiming for the glasses in hopes
that those were related to the
source of his laser powers. The monkey quickly reached up and grabbed
the weapon though, bending it with his mighty monkey strength. The
baboon began wailing on the beaver with the bent iron, but Blue Collar
Beaver quickly retaliated with a tail slap to the monkey's face. He
tried to use the distraction to reclaim his weapon, but the baboon
jammed it into the dirt when it realized the beaver's plan. It was
jammed in too hard for the beaver to pry loose, so BCB scurried off,
looking for an abandoned weapon to use to fite his new primate foe.
After
ditching the Old World monkey, Dragoshi had started to antagonize Cliff
with his garden shears. Cliff swung his mailbag protectively in front
of him, the shears cutting open holes and spilling out postcards and
greeting cards on to the dirt. Still, it was a heavy bag, and when the
bag did end up hitting Dragoshi... it did nothing because of that
helmet! Dragoshi quickly used his foe's surprise at the ineffective face
slap to snip the top of the mailbag, causing the entire bag's contents
to spill out on the arena floor. Cliff, grasping just the tiny top bit,
hurled it uselessly at Dragoshi.
The mailman was too high for
physical combat. He tried to punch forward, but the punches had a wide
and easily dodged berth. Dragoshi slammed his shears forward, and even
though Cliff reached out to stop them, the drugs in his system made him
too slow. The shears slammed right into the mailman's stomach, and
Dragoshi began snipping organs like they were pink and red topiaries.
Cliff, who had surprisingly reached this far, fell down and died
clutching his stomach. His last regret was that those letters on the
floor of the arena would never be delivered...
Dragoshi began
wiping the blood and other substances off his garden shears with his
shirt when he saw Blue Collar Beaver scurry by. Dragoshi wondered if he
had beaten the baboon already, so he prepared to give chase.
Of course, Doom
Baboon was alive and kicking, and now it had the drop on Dragoshi. The
baboon's glasses glowed red as an intensely powerful beam shot out of
the monkey's eyes. Dragoshi did not have time to react. He felt a strong
burning sensation in his stomach and then a sudden, immense pain.
Looking down at his torso, he saw a gaping hole. Smiling at him from the
other side of the perfectly burnt hole was Doom Baboon, his mania
exceeding that of your typical baboon of the doom variety.
Before Dragoshi could fall down dead by his own accord, Doom Baboon had
climbed on top of him and pushed the body down into a disgraceful pile.
Using the corpse of Dragoshi as a lookout point, he searched the arena
for his last opponent: Blue Collar Beaver. Blue Collar Beaver had heard
the hoots of the baboon when he successfully killed Dragoshi, and now
the beaver hid behind the corpse of the massive Father Squid to bide his
time. He had to get a good weapon soon or else this baboon would end
him easily with his laser eyes.
This is it people. Our finalists
are Blue Collar Beaver and Doom Baboon. Who will win? The working-class
rodent, or the manic laser-blasting baboon?
Blue Collar Beaver considered the weapons in the arena. The minigun had
been broken by the Major's hammer, which in turn had been disintegrated
by the baboon's eyes. Kabuto Mushi would have been useless for him even
if it worked, and the mailbag was in tatters. Mathias's knife was a
possibility, it was lodged in the Crunk Wizard's throat and far away
from cover though. The garden shears though... Cliff's body was close
enough.
Doom Baboon watched patiently from atop Dragoshi's body.
He had readied some more crap for flinging, hoping to mark the beaver
with a scent he could follow if it hid again. When BCB braved the open
arena and scampered away from Father Squid's corpse, poop was flung.
Doom Baboon's feces splattered uselessly behind the speedy rodent, and
the monkey howled in anger at the failed scent marking. He opened fire
with his laser eyes once more, scorching the earth behind the beaver as
it ran towards Cliff's body. The Baboon quickly put together his foe's
plan when he saw where his opponent was running to, and instead of
focusing on burning the beaver with beams, he fired his eye lasers at
the dead body of Cliff Clavin.
The garden shears, as well as a
good chunk of the postman, were destroyed. The beaver slipped and almost
fell when he saw his destination explode. Of course, the beaver than
just resorted to his back-up plan: Mathias's knife. Dashing towards it
now, Doom Baboon just took up a burnt corpse policy, aiming his laser
eyes at any fallen body to burn any weapons or helpful items they may
have. It wasn't pretty, but it was effective. The semi-aquatic rodent
had lost all his chances to retrieve assistance from fallen foes, and
the monkey stood tall with laser vision.
BCB scampered away,
feeling hopeless as laser beams barely missed his body. He could
continue dodging the lasers easily enough for now, but he'd grow tired
again some time soon, and he had no way of really hurting the baboon
before that happened. Doom Baboon abandoned his perch and chased after
BCB, catching up much more quickly than one would expect. The baboon
tries to pin the beaver down for a simple laser shot to the face, but
the beaver bites the monkey's paw, causing it to yelp in pain and
release the beaver. The working-class mammal punched, kicked, and
tail-slapped, but none of those moves would be lethal. All he really had
was his teeth. He jumped up onto the monkey's back, and as the monkey
tried to shake him off, he began chowing down on monkey flesh.
Doom
Baboon leaped up and did a backflip, loosening the beaver's bite. BCB
fell to the ground, and the baboon's shit-covered hands lurched out and
pried the beaver's jaws open. One of the monkey's hands grabs the
Beaver's trademark incisor and yanks it out, disarming the beaver even
further.
Another tailslap frees the beaver, but it is now almost
impossible for it to kill Doom Baboon. Doom Baboon's glasses were
glowing a dark fuchsia, similar to the look they had during the strong
blast he had used on Dragoshi. BCB did not need to be told that the
monkey was brewing his best attack. The beaver had mere seconds to find a
way to kill his foe before he got killed. The beaver looked around, and
noticed a weapon everyone had forgotten.
The steel-tipped Ovation Breadwinner!
Lifting
Burton Cumming's guitar, Blue Collar Beaver charged towards Doom
Baboon. The sound of the laser being released is heard, as well the
sound of a guitar being smashed. The brightness of Doom Baboon's laser
obscures the view of the moment...
As the image clears up, a
humongous gash is visible in the arena floor. The laser eyes of the
monkey had torn a huge trench in the dirt, but had they hit the beaver?
Let's find out...
Nope!
The laser eyes had missed their mark when Blue Collar
Beaver just barely managed to leap over the beam and slam the guitar
into the baboon's head. The reinforced instrument easily bust open the
monkey's skull, spilling the manic brain and killing Doom Baboon.
Blue Collar Beaver, you have defeated the odds, you have risen above your blue collar roots, and you have seized victory!
Gezora declares Blue Collar Beaver the winner, but the referee also has a guitar out...
"Let's celebrate the victory of the working class!"
Blue Collar Beaver and Gezora proceeded to rock out on their guitars, celebrating the victory of the working class rodent.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Fite 50- The Fite of the Finalists: A Big Bar Brawl Rematch (Delmond vs. ROB)
Now hear this! Tonight is the night of quite a fite! Almost 4 months
ago, the finale of the Big Bar Brawl took place. The Deleter, a Terran
Space Marine, lost to the plastic Sintendo accessory ROB in the final
part of the brawl. ROB would continue its winning streak as it took on
more competitors, helping defeat both the Living Planet Rafflesia and
the Lord of the Night, in addition to winning its battle against Saberwulf. The Deleter's track record hasn't been so spectacular since
then, getting second in the singing contest and losing to Starscream,
but now Deleter has challenged ROB to a rematch. ROB, now without its
lightning powers or the distractions of other fiters, must fite Deleter
on even ground.
ROB shall be bringing the Lemarchand's Box, a puzzle box capable of accessing other dimensions. ROB hopes to tap into the powers of the Warp dimension through this box to replace its electrical powers it had once received from Teslacorn and Achilles' Eel. Deleter shall be bringing his trusty old rifle, relying on classic firepower to take down the current Fite Yer' Mates champion.
It's time for a rematch folks. ROB and Deleter, it's time to Fite Yer' Mate!
The crowd is roaring for ROB. The little toy had its share of groupies by now, and even if it could not feel emotions, they still loved the little accessory. Deleter got his fair share of cheers, but it was clear a lot of people came to see ROB win another battle. Deleter, irritated by the fan favoritism, shot his rifle in the air to shut them up. ROB sat on the ground calmly, grasping the puzzle box between its two arms.
Gezora, who is totally impartial (but rooting for robot) gives the signal for the fite to begin!
Deleter immediately takes aim and opens fire on the immobile ROB, who is forced to use the Lemarchand's Box to block the bullets. Tiny dents appear in the cube, and ROB begins to try to tap into the energies the box could link it to. Unfortunately for the little robot, no one told the toy that you have to solve the puzzle box to unleash its power, and with no fingers, ROB would have one hell of a time trying to do so.
Deleter casually approached ROB as he continues to open fire. Most of the bullets were blocked by the box, but many tore through ROB, creating tiny holes and exposing wiring. Deleter laughed at how easily he had it, but he noticed something odd as more bullets slammed into the box. The bullets were knocking pieces around, shifting the puzzle box into its proper shape. Dumbfounded by the implausibility of it all, Deleter changes tactics, circling around ROB and opening fire from the sides. ROB, capable of rotating 360 degrees on its base, was able to follow the Deleter's movements, and even though it had to sacrifice parts of its chassis to get the puzzle completed, the deflected bullets soon had the lock puzzle near completion.
Deleter saw this though, and stopped firing. He couldn't allow his opponent to tap into forces similar to those that took him down last time. Deleter decides to walk up to the robot and just grab the toy. Picking the Robotic Operating Buddy up with his free hand, the space marine began pounding the accessory with the butt of his gun. Again though, ROB blocked the blows with the box, and when Deleter tried to pull the block from its grasp, the Sintendo product yanked it away and began smashing it against the glass of the Deleter's helmet.
The Terran dropped the toy, realizing any attack he would try would result in a surprisingly effective block with a puzzle box. Deleter kicked ROB across the arena like a can, at a loss for how he should proceed in the fite. ROB, despite being kicked around, focused on jostling the last bit of the puzzle into place. It was difficult without phalanges, but with some careful hand shifting, the last piece clicked into place. The Lemarchand's Box began to glow, and out of it flowed the energy of the Warp.
Deleter cursed. He had allowed his foe to tap into the power already. The odd energy flowed out of the box and surrounded the toy, causing it to float up into the air. A loud sound like a scream filled the air as the energy flowed out of the box, and the audience looked on in awe, believing that the ROB's former powers have been restored. Deleter, on the other hand, did not respect the drama of the moment, and opened fire on ROB as it floated upwards. If ROB was capable of focusing, it was focused on absorbing the power of the Warp, and its formerly efficient deflection technique was forgotten. The bullets tore into the already weakened body of the Robotic Operating Buddy, and the base was shot clean off by a bullet to the body.
This, of course, got the toy's attention (which Sintendo reminds you ROB is not capable of giving to anything besides approved Sintendo games), and it stopped focusing on its dramatic energy absorption and focused on dramatic energy emission. The energy slammed forward, tearing right through Deleter's shoulder armor and flooring him. Deleter is impressed by the power of the Warp, but he won't show it. He begins opening fire once more with his gun, but the bullets literally melt as they pass through the warpfield.
Deleter curses at his foe's ridiculous strength now that its tapped into the Warp power, but he notices something odd. The plastic chassis of ROB is slowly melting as well. As streams of warp energy flow out and whip at Deleter, the marine does his best to bide his time. His new tactic is to survive until the ROB is a pile of melted plastic, and even as entire chunks of armor are sheared off effortlessly by the unbound power, Deleter still manages a confident chuckle.
The uncontrollable warp energy had already melted ROB's hands to the point they had fused with the Lemarchand's Box. Deleter was taking potshots at ROB as he dodged the warp energy as best he could, putting on a show so that ROB would not catch on to his plan. ROB was beginning to notice a pattern though. Although incapable of suspicion, ROB noticed that Deleter kept performing actions he knew would be fruitless, so either Deleter knew something the robot didn't, or it was a ruse.
ROB decided to attack the dilemma at its source. Rather than lashing towards the entirety of Deleter with strands of Warp energy, ROB formed it into a viscous oblate sphere. The orb of energy flew toward Deleter, who tried his best to outrun it. The marine was not fast enough though, so he decided to duck beneath the energy. Instead of sailing over the marine like a typical projectile, ROB manipulated the orb to float down towards the Terran. It quickly flowed into the man's weapon. Deleter was forced to abandon his rifle as it melted into molten slag.
Another curse slipped past the marine's lips. He was hoping to have his weapon ready for when ROB melted to near uselessness, but now he couldn't even put on a ruse to distract ROB as he waited for the robot to melt. ROB floated towards the marine as a piece of plastic slopped off the side of its head. Deleter grinned, but looked on in horror as a tendril of energy lifted the melted plastic and melded it back in place.
"Well, FUCK!" Deleter again cursed. There goes his other tactic. Warp energy surrounded ROB like an irregularly colored sun, and Deleter stood in his dented and rent armor. His shoulderpads were gone, parts of his chest armor were broken off, his helmet had a gaping hole from an early blow when he still had his gun and a plan. Only his arms and legs had reliable armor on them, and its not like he could punch through the energy and hurt ROB.
Or could he?
Deleter decides to risk it.
Deleter charges toward the tiny floating robot, and beams of the Warp's power fly past his face, trying to skewer the skull. Parts of the helmet are shot clean off, and an ear is lost to the salvo of energy, but Deleter dodges most of the blows and gets in close to ROB.
The Warpfield around the Sintendo product began to work on melting the Deleter's armor, but the space marine reached out with his arms and seized the toy's tinier arms. The armor for his arms had already melt off, and as it began to work on the flesh, the Deleter pulled with all his might to yank the robot's arms out of their sockets.
Deleter falls backwards, gripping the broken robot arm's in bones that barely remained together. All the flesh from his shoulder down had melted, leaving only a bit of muscle and the bones beneath dangling. Although they were useless now, the arms dropped the similarly useless arms of ROB. Deleter crushed them underfoot, severing their attachment to the box.
The warp energy dissipated. ROB lay on the ground. It had no arms, no base, and no weapon. All it had were its shutter shades, which were only good for looking like a badass. Deleter stood above the defenseless robot and lifted his foot up. A scream of horror came from both the crowd and the referee as the still-armored leg of the Deleter came crashing down on the Fite Yer' Mates champion's head.
DOWN GOES ROB! DOWN GOES ROB!!!!
Silence accompanies the KO. And then, suddenly, cheering! Deleter has dethroned ROB and claimed victory!
"A champion has fallen tonight. RIP ROB..."
ROB shall be bringing the Lemarchand's Box, a puzzle box capable of accessing other dimensions. ROB hopes to tap into the powers of the Warp dimension through this box to replace its electrical powers it had once received from Teslacorn and Achilles' Eel. Deleter shall be bringing his trusty old rifle, relying on classic firepower to take down the current Fite Yer' Mates champion.
It's time for a rematch folks. ROB and Deleter, it's time to Fite Yer' Mate!
The crowd is roaring for ROB. The little toy had its share of groupies by now, and even if it could not feel emotions, they still loved the little accessory. Deleter got his fair share of cheers, but it was clear a lot of people came to see ROB win another battle. Deleter, irritated by the fan favoritism, shot his rifle in the air to shut them up. ROB sat on the ground calmly, grasping the puzzle box between its two arms.
Gezora, who is totally impartial (but rooting for robot) gives the signal for the fite to begin!
Deleter immediately takes aim and opens fire on the immobile ROB, who is forced to use the Lemarchand's Box to block the bullets. Tiny dents appear in the cube, and ROB begins to try to tap into the energies the box could link it to. Unfortunately for the little robot, no one told the toy that you have to solve the puzzle box to unleash its power, and with no fingers, ROB would have one hell of a time trying to do so.
Deleter casually approached ROB as he continues to open fire. Most of the bullets were blocked by the box, but many tore through ROB, creating tiny holes and exposing wiring. Deleter laughed at how easily he had it, but he noticed something odd as more bullets slammed into the box. The bullets were knocking pieces around, shifting the puzzle box into its proper shape. Dumbfounded by the implausibility of it all, Deleter changes tactics, circling around ROB and opening fire from the sides. ROB, capable of rotating 360 degrees on its base, was able to follow the Deleter's movements, and even though it had to sacrifice parts of its chassis to get the puzzle completed, the deflected bullets soon had the lock puzzle near completion.
Deleter saw this though, and stopped firing. He couldn't allow his opponent to tap into forces similar to those that took him down last time. Deleter decides to walk up to the robot and just grab the toy. Picking the Robotic Operating Buddy up with his free hand, the space marine began pounding the accessory with the butt of his gun. Again though, ROB blocked the blows with the box, and when Deleter tried to pull the block from its grasp, the Sintendo product yanked it away and began smashing it against the glass of the Deleter's helmet.
The Terran dropped the toy, realizing any attack he would try would result in a surprisingly effective block with a puzzle box. Deleter kicked ROB across the arena like a can, at a loss for how he should proceed in the fite. ROB, despite being kicked around, focused on jostling the last bit of the puzzle into place. It was difficult without phalanges, but with some careful hand shifting, the last piece clicked into place. The Lemarchand's Box began to glow, and out of it flowed the energy of the Warp.
Deleter cursed. He had allowed his foe to tap into the power already. The odd energy flowed out of the box and surrounded the toy, causing it to float up into the air. A loud sound like a scream filled the air as the energy flowed out of the box, and the audience looked on in awe, believing that the ROB's former powers have been restored. Deleter, on the other hand, did not respect the drama of the moment, and opened fire on ROB as it floated upwards. If ROB was capable of focusing, it was focused on absorbing the power of the Warp, and its formerly efficient deflection technique was forgotten. The bullets tore into the already weakened body of the Robotic Operating Buddy, and the base was shot clean off by a bullet to the body.
This, of course, got the toy's attention (which Sintendo reminds you ROB is not capable of giving to anything besides approved Sintendo games), and it stopped focusing on its dramatic energy absorption and focused on dramatic energy emission. The energy slammed forward, tearing right through Deleter's shoulder armor and flooring him. Deleter is impressed by the power of the Warp, but he won't show it. He begins opening fire once more with his gun, but the bullets literally melt as they pass through the warpfield.
Deleter curses at his foe's ridiculous strength now that its tapped into the Warp power, but he notices something odd. The plastic chassis of ROB is slowly melting as well. As streams of warp energy flow out and whip at Deleter, the marine does his best to bide his time. His new tactic is to survive until the ROB is a pile of melted plastic, and even as entire chunks of armor are sheared off effortlessly by the unbound power, Deleter still manages a confident chuckle.
The uncontrollable warp energy had already melted ROB's hands to the point they had fused with the Lemarchand's Box. Deleter was taking potshots at ROB as he dodged the warp energy as best he could, putting on a show so that ROB would not catch on to his plan. ROB was beginning to notice a pattern though. Although incapable of suspicion, ROB noticed that Deleter kept performing actions he knew would be fruitless, so either Deleter knew something the robot didn't, or it was a ruse.
ROB decided to attack the dilemma at its source. Rather than lashing towards the entirety of Deleter with strands of Warp energy, ROB formed it into a viscous oblate sphere. The orb of energy flew toward Deleter, who tried his best to outrun it. The marine was not fast enough though, so he decided to duck beneath the energy. Instead of sailing over the marine like a typical projectile, ROB manipulated the orb to float down towards the Terran. It quickly flowed into the man's weapon. Deleter was forced to abandon his rifle as it melted into molten slag.
Another curse slipped past the marine's lips. He was hoping to have his weapon ready for when ROB melted to near uselessness, but now he couldn't even put on a ruse to distract ROB as he waited for the robot to melt. ROB floated towards the marine as a piece of plastic slopped off the side of its head. Deleter grinned, but looked on in horror as a tendril of energy lifted the melted plastic and melded it back in place.
"Well, FUCK!" Deleter again cursed. There goes his other tactic. Warp energy surrounded ROB like an irregularly colored sun, and Deleter stood in his dented and rent armor. His shoulderpads were gone, parts of his chest armor were broken off, his helmet had a gaping hole from an early blow when he still had his gun and a plan. Only his arms and legs had reliable armor on them, and its not like he could punch through the energy and hurt ROB.
Or could he?
Deleter decides to risk it.
Deleter charges toward the tiny floating robot, and beams of the Warp's power fly past his face, trying to skewer the skull. Parts of the helmet are shot clean off, and an ear is lost to the salvo of energy, but Deleter dodges most of the blows and gets in close to ROB.
The Warpfield around the Sintendo product began to work on melting the Deleter's armor, but the space marine reached out with his arms and seized the toy's tinier arms. The armor for his arms had already melt off, and as it began to work on the flesh, the Deleter pulled with all his might to yank the robot's arms out of their sockets.
Deleter falls backwards, gripping the broken robot arm's in bones that barely remained together. All the flesh from his shoulder down had melted, leaving only a bit of muscle and the bones beneath dangling. Although they were useless now, the arms dropped the similarly useless arms of ROB. Deleter crushed them underfoot, severing their attachment to the box.
The warp energy dissipated. ROB lay on the ground. It had no arms, no base, and no weapon. All it had were its shutter shades, which were only good for looking like a badass. Deleter stood above the defenseless robot and lifted his foot up. A scream of horror came from both the crowd and the referee as the still-armored leg of the Deleter came crashing down on the Fite Yer' Mates champion's head.
DOWN GOES ROB! DOWN GOES ROB!!!!
Silence accompanies the KO. And then, suddenly, cheering! Deleter has dethroned ROB and claimed victory!
"A champion has fallen tonight. RIP ROB..."
Fite 49- Kaktuskrieg (Doktor Hanz vs. Saguaro PI)
New York City. Being a private investigator in this den of crime was
difficult enough for your average detective, but for a cactus used to
life in the southwestern United States, it was Hell. The unforgiving
streets weren't friendly to the root system of the dick, but Saguaro PI
still kept to his guns. Busting criminals with just his service pistol,
his mitts, and his wits, the jaded plant had found his only comfort in
booze, bloodsport, and dames. His dame had left him long ago though, and
only later did he get the news that she was killed by a sexy nurse and
some kittens. Finding comfort in the drink and the battling beasts of
Zoofights, Saguaro found himself called out of his slump when he heard
Doktor Hanz was back and looking for a fite. Fiting was all he knew
outside of private investigation, and maybe busting his opponent's
instrumental chops in the arena would help him uncover the answers he
was looking for in this city.
Never had Doktor Hanz felt so much like his country. Rising into prominence through his victory in one of the first ever Fite Yer' Mates during Zoofights V, Hanz had the respect and fear of the world. Unfortunately, when he entered the arena again, he fell to a Frenchman and a robot, falling like the proud Fatherland did in World War I. Hanz was not down and out though. He entered the biggest conflict of its kind, the Big Bar Brawl, but competitors from France and America trounced him, his equivalent of Germany's loss in World War II. Now, he recovers from his losses bumpily with beer and battles with a badger, but he finally saw his chance to regain his former glory. His American opponent from the Big Bar Brawl, Saguaro PI, was willing to fite him one on one, and after having his personal chef prepare a link of wurst thicker and stronger than any before, Hanz returned to the Fite Yer' Mates arena so he could prove that he still had that German might.
Tonight in the arena, it is Saguaro PI vs. Doktor Hanz. It's time for Fite Yer' Mates!
Gezora, a former ally of the accordion-headed German, cheers for the Doktor and gives the signal to start the fite. The first move of the fite is of a bullet out of a gun's barrel. Hanz immediately begins a dash, predicting the volley of bullets that began to fly his way. Some of the ammunition managed to skim through the Doktor's torso, turning the sides of his uniform red. The damage is not deep though, so the German had no trouble ignoring the pain as he closed in on the stationary cactus detective.
It was when the private investigator needed to reload that the instrument-headed hero of Germany decided to go in for an attack. Swinging his sausage in a manner immune to innuendos, Hanz smacked what might be called the cactus's head with his big hunk of meat. Spines broke off and stuck in the meat, but this is not a cartoon, so the meat didn't get instantly stuck to the cactus. The impact created bruises in the side of the plant, so Saguaro briefly abandoned his difficult task of reloading without fingers and focused on a bout of fisticuffs with the Doktor.
Saguaro slammed a frond into the side of Hanz, inflicting not only the damage of a good punch, but digging spines into some open wounds as well. Doktor Hanz retaliated with a heavy slap with his massive wiener. The PI felt his roots yank out of the ground from the impact, and the cactus was down on his side. Doktor Hanz stood over the fallen plant and began slamming his foot into the tall plant, his boot breaking huge holes into the vulnerable plant's body.
Saguaro struggled to quickly reload his weapon, but again his odd cactus arms made it difficult. Hanz was getting more and more damage in, and if he wasn't done soon, the Saguaro PI would be a Salad PI.
The click of bullets into the chamber alerted Hanz that it was time to go back on the defensive, but his realization was not fast enough to dodge the first speeding bullet. The Doktor's boot, soaked from the green insides of the cactus, now had a fresh red hole in it. Hanz tried to walk, but the leg severely crippled his nimbleness. Saguaro began rolling about on the ground, trying to lift himself back up so he could continue the fite. Out of anger, Doktor Hanz uses his good leg to deliver a harsh kick into the Saguaro's side.
The plant rolled like a floating log beneath a lumberjack's feet. The spinning cactus clung desperately to his pistol as he rolled like a barrel right across the arena. The large cactus slammed into the referee, littering the cuttlefish's skin with his spines. Saguaro painfully pulled himself away from the ref, and was barely able to dodge an angry swing of a tentacle that could have crushed the plant into pulp. Gezora got to work removing the tiny spines as Saguaro pulled itself back up and aimed his revolver once more.
Hanz could not dash about like before, but when Saguaro PI fired his gun, that didn't matter. The spinning and the damage to his body made the detective inaccurate, and the bullets gave a wide berth to the nearly stationary Doktor. The round was emptied, and Saguaro reached for a reload, but found no ammunition. The bullets had fallen all over the arena floor as he rolled about earlier. The cactus, naturally slow in movement due to his position in the Kingdom of Plantae, moved towards the lost bullets, but the Doktor was able to limp much faster than the saguaro could scoot.
Kicking the bullets further away from the Carnegiea gigantea, Hanz swung his bratwurst around once more, and Saguaro tried his best to fite back. A punch from the plant misses its mark, swinging uselessly past the accordion head of the German, but the Doktor used the frond's position to his advantage. The hefty meat swung upwards and snapped the arm of the cactus clean off!
Hanz was delighted to have removed an entire arm from his opponent, and that is probably why he didn't see the other frond swinging around and jabbing right into his neck. The loud and frantic sound of Doktor Hanz's accordion head bobbing is heard as the Saguaro jostled his spiky arm around trying to cut the jugular, but the odd head of the German made his neck even odder, and Saguaro was unable to cut any major veins before he got smacked loose with the bratwurst. Hanz backed up, relying on the end of the sausage link to do the damage rather than aiming for stronger blows by being closer to the cactus.
Saguaro had survived worse cactus plugging before, and Hanz had the resolve of a proud German soldier. Both were heavily injured, but neither was ready to die yet. Saguaro backed up a bit and smoked some of his cigarette to try and calm down. Hanz took the moment to wrap a wound with a bit of cloth torn from his sock (because he'd never tear his actual uniform!). There was an unspoken truce as the two regained composure and prepared for round 2.
Saguaro's cigarette was finished and discarded, and Hanz quickly abandoned his wound nursing so that his foe could not get the drop on him. The big bratwurst once more swung towards Saguaro, but the cactus was calmer now. He saw the trajectory of the wiener and raised his arm, seizing it. Hanz tried to pull it away, but the sausage was stuck, the spines of the cactus finally digging deep enough into it to keep a firm hold on it. Saguaro turned the tables on Hanz, swinging the meaty weapon at the Doktor now.
Bruises appeared on both Hanz's body and his former weapon as the meat made marks from its strong slams into the accordion-headed man. Hanz tried to his his foe during the assault, but even though the cactus had lost many spines already, the Doktor found it hard to find a place to land a hit without getting his gloves punctured by spikes. Hanz wouldn't be able to inflict any damage on Saguaro's hide, but he had left many holes open in the cactus earlier.
In a risky dive that may have been accompanied by his leg bone finally giving out, Doktor Hanz dived past the swinging meat and jammed his hand into the cactus's juicy interior. The Doktor began pulling out chunks of the Saguaro's insides, putting the private investigator through a living hell. Unfortunately for the plant, the Doktor was on the side that he had lost his frond, so the Saguaro had no way to retaliate. The bratwurst didn't have the range needed to reach the Doktor, but Saguaro came up with plan.
Even as chunks of him were removed by the German, Saguaro maintained his calm and lifted his roots out of the dirt. With no hold in the ground, he was able to push himself towards Hanz, the entire spiky weight of the detective falling down on the injured Doktor. Hanz tried to stand back up and push the cactus off, but his leg was too weak and he could not lift himself up. Still elbow-deep inside his opponent's side, Hanz began slamming his other fist hurriedly into the plant.
Saguaro returned the blows, but the sausage was now lost in their struggle. The extreme closeness of the battle made slugging each other the way to go. Both competitors were on their last legs, despite one not having legs and the other having broken one already. If either of them had faces, we'd see looks of determination and pain. The two began rolling around together, spines puncturing a uniform as a hand still probed the interior of the plant.
As they rolled about, Saguaro's roots could be seen kicking about uselessly, but finally one of the large ones found leverage in the dirt. The rest of the roots quickly dug in afterwards, and Saguaro was able to pull himself away from the Doktor and back up to a proper standing position. The suddenness of a cactus standing up made Hanz lose his hand's position inside of the plant, so the German began a desperate crawl towards the PI's weak point.
Saguaro shifted its position in the ground so it was facing the crawling man, but he found his lower portion completely giving out as he did so. Having too little support inside to hold up his weight, the top of the cactus broke off and fell to the ground. Both fiters were now immobile, and Hanz definitely had the advantage. Sitting up, Hanz scooted over to where they had abandoned the sausage and returned to the fallen cactus.
Hanz began smacking Saguaro PI like he was an invulnerable pinata, but unlike an invulnerable pinata, the blows from the bratwurst left huge marks on the weak exterior of the cactus. The private investigator had one frond and no real way to retaliate against the assault, but if there is one thing a dick doesn't do, it's surrender when someone is hitting you repeatedly with his meat.
Saguaro PI shot his frond out towards the ground, causing him to roll once more, but before he rolled off into the arena, the PI put his arm up for a strong hook to the accordion head of his opponent. There was a sick sound as the spiny arm punctured the instrument, and the cactus rolled off with a big hunk of Doktor Hanz stuck to his arm.
After his roll slowed to stop, Saguaro PI looked back at his opponent from across the arena. Something seemed off. It looked like the body of a normal man was laying down in the dirt. Saguaro, on what you might call his back, pulled his frond up and looked at the hunk of Hanz he had wrestled free before rolling away.
On the end of his arm, was the entire accordion head of Doktor Hanz.
Saguaro PI can't smirk, but he felt smug as Hell. The plant continued laying there on his back, taking in the fite he had only barely survived.
The German falls once more, and the detective has proven his might.
Gezora makes the victory announcement.
"Saguaro PI is, unfortunately, our winner. Gezora would show him he is not so tough, but the spines have stuck Gezora's tentacles to Gezora's body. Gezora can't wait to retire..."
Never had Doktor Hanz felt so much like his country. Rising into prominence through his victory in one of the first ever Fite Yer' Mates during Zoofights V, Hanz had the respect and fear of the world. Unfortunately, when he entered the arena again, he fell to a Frenchman and a robot, falling like the proud Fatherland did in World War I. Hanz was not down and out though. He entered the biggest conflict of its kind, the Big Bar Brawl, but competitors from France and America trounced him, his equivalent of Germany's loss in World War II. Now, he recovers from his losses bumpily with beer and battles with a badger, but he finally saw his chance to regain his former glory. His American opponent from the Big Bar Brawl, Saguaro PI, was willing to fite him one on one, and after having his personal chef prepare a link of wurst thicker and stronger than any before, Hanz returned to the Fite Yer' Mates arena so he could prove that he still had that German might.
Tonight in the arena, it is Saguaro PI vs. Doktor Hanz. It's time for Fite Yer' Mates!
Gezora, a former ally of the accordion-headed German, cheers for the Doktor and gives the signal to start the fite. The first move of the fite is of a bullet out of a gun's barrel. Hanz immediately begins a dash, predicting the volley of bullets that began to fly his way. Some of the ammunition managed to skim through the Doktor's torso, turning the sides of his uniform red. The damage is not deep though, so the German had no trouble ignoring the pain as he closed in on the stationary cactus detective.
It was when the private investigator needed to reload that the instrument-headed hero of Germany decided to go in for an attack. Swinging his sausage in a manner immune to innuendos, Hanz smacked what might be called the cactus's head with his big hunk of meat. Spines broke off and stuck in the meat, but this is not a cartoon, so the meat didn't get instantly stuck to the cactus. The impact created bruises in the side of the plant, so Saguaro briefly abandoned his difficult task of reloading without fingers and focused on a bout of fisticuffs with the Doktor.
Saguaro slammed a frond into the side of Hanz, inflicting not only the damage of a good punch, but digging spines into some open wounds as well. Doktor Hanz retaliated with a heavy slap with his massive wiener. The PI felt his roots yank out of the ground from the impact, and the cactus was down on his side. Doktor Hanz stood over the fallen plant and began slamming his foot into the tall plant, his boot breaking huge holes into the vulnerable plant's body.
Saguaro struggled to quickly reload his weapon, but again his odd cactus arms made it difficult. Hanz was getting more and more damage in, and if he wasn't done soon, the Saguaro PI would be a Salad PI.
The click of bullets into the chamber alerted Hanz that it was time to go back on the defensive, but his realization was not fast enough to dodge the first speeding bullet. The Doktor's boot, soaked from the green insides of the cactus, now had a fresh red hole in it. Hanz tried to walk, but the leg severely crippled his nimbleness. Saguaro began rolling about on the ground, trying to lift himself back up so he could continue the fite. Out of anger, Doktor Hanz uses his good leg to deliver a harsh kick into the Saguaro's side.
The plant rolled like a floating log beneath a lumberjack's feet. The spinning cactus clung desperately to his pistol as he rolled like a barrel right across the arena. The large cactus slammed into the referee, littering the cuttlefish's skin with his spines. Saguaro painfully pulled himself away from the ref, and was barely able to dodge an angry swing of a tentacle that could have crushed the plant into pulp. Gezora got to work removing the tiny spines as Saguaro pulled itself back up and aimed his revolver once more.
Hanz could not dash about like before, but when Saguaro PI fired his gun, that didn't matter. The spinning and the damage to his body made the detective inaccurate, and the bullets gave a wide berth to the nearly stationary Doktor. The round was emptied, and Saguaro reached for a reload, but found no ammunition. The bullets had fallen all over the arena floor as he rolled about earlier. The cactus, naturally slow in movement due to his position in the Kingdom of Plantae, moved towards the lost bullets, but the Doktor was able to limp much faster than the saguaro could scoot.
Kicking the bullets further away from the Carnegiea gigantea, Hanz swung his bratwurst around once more, and Saguaro tried his best to fite back. A punch from the plant misses its mark, swinging uselessly past the accordion head of the German, but the Doktor used the frond's position to his advantage. The hefty meat swung upwards and snapped the arm of the cactus clean off!
Hanz was delighted to have removed an entire arm from his opponent, and that is probably why he didn't see the other frond swinging around and jabbing right into his neck. The loud and frantic sound of Doktor Hanz's accordion head bobbing is heard as the Saguaro jostled his spiky arm around trying to cut the jugular, but the odd head of the German made his neck even odder, and Saguaro was unable to cut any major veins before he got smacked loose with the bratwurst. Hanz backed up, relying on the end of the sausage link to do the damage rather than aiming for stronger blows by being closer to the cactus.
Saguaro had survived worse cactus plugging before, and Hanz had the resolve of a proud German soldier. Both were heavily injured, but neither was ready to die yet. Saguaro backed up a bit and smoked some of his cigarette to try and calm down. Hanz took the moment to wrap a wound with a bit of cloth torn from his sock (because he'd never tear his actual uniform!). There was an unspoken truce as the two regained composure and prepared for round 2.
Saguaro's cigarette was finished and discarded, and Hanz quickly abandoned his wound nursing so that his foe could not get the drop on him. The big bratwurst once more swung towards Saguaro, but the cactus was calmer now. He saw the trajectory of the wiener and raised his arm, seizing it. Hanz tried to pull it away, but the sausage was stuck, the spines of the cactus finally digging deep enough into it to keep a firm hold on it. Saguaro turned the tables on Hanz, swinging the meaty weapon at the Doktor now.
Bruises appeared on both Hanz's body and his former weapon as the meat made marks from its strong slams into the accordion-headed man. Hanz tried to his his foe during the assault, but even though the cactus had lost many spines already, the Doktor found it hard to find a place to land a hit without getting his gloves punctured by spikes. Hanz wouldn't be able to inflict any damage on Saguaro's hide, but he had left many holes open in the cactus earlier.
In a risky dive that may have been accompanied by his leg bone finally giving out, Doktor Hanz dived past the swinging meat and jammed his hand into the cactus's juicy interior. The Doktor began pulling out chunks of the Saguaro's insides, putting the private investigator through a living hell. Unfortunately for the plant, the Doktor was on the side that he had lost his frond, so the Saguaro had no way to retaliate. The bratwurst didn't have the range needed to reach the Doktor, but Saguaro came up with plan.
Even as chunks of him were removed by the German, Saguaro maintained his calm and lifted his roots out of the dirt. With no hold in the ground, he was able to push himself towards Hanz, the entire spiky weight of the detective falling down on the injured Doktor. Hanz tried to stand back up and push the cactus off, but his leg was too weak and he could not lift himself up. Still elbow-deep inside his opponent's side, Hanz began slamming his other fist hurriedly into the plant.
Saguaro returned the blows, but the sausage was now lost in their struggle. The extreme closeness of the battle made slugging each other the way to go. Both competitors were on their last legs, despite one not having legs and the other having broken one already. If either of them had faces, we'd see looks of determination and pain. The two began rolling around together, spines puncturing a uniform as a hand still probed the interior of the plant.
As they rolled about, Saguaro's roots could be seen kicking about uselessly, but finally one of the large ones found leverage in the dirt. The rest of the roots quickly dug in afterwards, and Saguaro was able to pull himself away from the Doktor and back up to a proper standing position. The suddenness of a cactus standing up made Hanz lose his hand's position inside of the plant, so the German began a desperate crawl towards the PI's weak point.
Saguaro shifted its position in the ground so it was facing the crawling man, but he found his lower portion completely giving out as he did so. Having too little support inside to hold up his weight, the top of the cactus broke off and fell to the ground. Both fiters were now immobile, and Hanz definitely had the advantage. Sitting up, Hanz scooted over to where they had abandoned the sausage and returned to the fallen cactus.
Hanz began smacking Saguaro PI like he was an invulnerable pinata, but unlike an invulnerable pinata, the blows from the bratwurst left huge marks on the weak exterior of the cactus. The private investigator had one frond and no real way to retaliate against the assault, but if there is one thing a dick doesn't do, it's surrender when someone is hitting you repeatedly with his meat.
Saguaro PI shot his frond out towards the ground, causing him to roll once more, but before he rolled off into the arena, the PI put his arm up for a strong hook to the accordion head of his opponent. There was a sick sound as the spiny arm punctured the instrument, and the cactus rolled off with a big hunk of Doktor Hanz stuck to his arm.
After his roll slowed to stop, Saguaro PI looked back at his opponent from across the arena. Something seemed off. It looked like the body of a normal man was laying down in the dirt. Saguaro, on what you might call his back, pulled his frond up and looked at the hunk of Hanz he had wrestled free before rolling away.
On the end of his arm, was the entire accordion head of Doktor Hanz.
Saguaro PI can't smirk, but he felt smug as Hell. The plant continued laying there on his back, taking in the fite he had only barely survived.
The German falls once more, and the detective has proven his might.
Gezora makes the victory announcement.
"Saguaro PI is, unfortunately, our winner. Gezora would show him he is not so tough, but the spines have stuck Gezora's tentacles to Gezora's body. Gezora can't wait to retire..."
Fite 48- Naval Devilry (Devil Ed vs. Ogopogo)
Ahoy! Tonight, the arena has been flooded to make a massive pool for a
naval battle between two ghostly ships! The undead Cap'n Ogopogo has
brought his skeleton crew and his faithful vessel to our arena to combat
Devil Ed and his demonic crew's hulk. The two supernatural ships shall
serve as the weapons, but even if the ship is destroyed and the crew
massacred, it will come down to whether or not the two captains of the
ships can kill each other. The first one dead is the loser!
Without further ado, Devil Ed and Ogopogo, it is time to Fite Yer' Mate!
The two ships sail about, each wreathed in their own unique fog. Ogopogo's vessel was obscured by the otherworldly viridian fog often associated with the sailboats of the undead. Ed's massive vessel sailed through a storm of red clouds which thundered with the tormented shrieks of Hell's populace. The demons and devils from the underworld that Ed had brought were growing restless. They polished and sharpened their weapons as the galley of damned souls turned the oars. Ogopogo's vessel seemed to move by its own force, the skeletons on board clattering as they armed themselves and their cannons.
Devil Ed's first mate Alocer looked out into the distance. Spotting the undead cryptid's vessel, his loud voice boomed the news through the ship to even the lowest decks. Ed turned the ship's wheel and sailed the hulk towards the green fog ahead. Ogopogo, his body occupying most of the upper deck, had already spotted them, and when he heard the loud voice of Alocer announce his presence, he sent out a few small lifeboats with skeletal pirates aboard. Ogopogo turned his vessel to the side to aim the cannons as Ed's vessel approached.
The first cannons are fired. Ogopogo's ship launches a salvo of large cannonballs, tearing open holes in the front of the approaching vessel of the half-angel. Devil Ed points forward, and an army of winged demons fly towards his foe's boat. As Ed tries to turn his vessel to starboard to retaliate, the flying demons make quick work of the tattered sails of Ogo's ship. Ogopogo reaches up with his bony neck and devours one of the demons, but the others dodge and begin to work on the vessel itself. Skeletons begin feebly trying to repel the demons, but this was an elite squad, and they had no trouble cleaving the bony bodies of the cryptid's crew.
Once the boats are positioned side to side for a proper naval battle, the cannons really begin to let loose. Balls of fiery energy shoot out of the weapons of the demonic ship, obliterating large portions of the lower decks with ease. Beelzebub commands the crew to continue their volley, but suddenly the side of the vessel is torn open. The skeletons from the lifeboat spill in and slay the weaker demons who manned the cannons and the souls who turned the galley oars. Beelzebub fites off the skeletons as best he can, but these were the best of Ogopogo's crew, so he locked them below decks and scrambled to tell his captain of the bad news.
Devil Ed stood at the wheel, his laser eyes taking pot shots at skeletons and burning holes in the pirate plesiosaur's vessel. Beelzebub relayed the news, but Devil Ed disregards it. Ogopogo's vessel was already showing signs of failing, proving that sometimes sheer strength can trump strategy. Ogopogo's ghostly teeth bit into more of the flying demons, diminishing the ranks of Ed's elite crew. Two had already made it below decks though, and turned some of the cannons on the ship itself, a tactic currently being performed by the skeletal invaders on Ed's boat as well.
The cannonballs destroyed the walls of Ogopogo's ghost ship. The Happy Adventure begins to sink, and the ghost of a pirate sea monster on board could do nothing about it. Meanwhile, the skeleton's on board Devil Ed's hulk aimed the cannons at the decks and walls and fired, only to find out the odd ammunition the cannons used was made to pass through the vessel itself! The skeletons begin to try and dismantle the boat by hand, but their bony fingers and metal weapons can only do so much to a ghost ship.
Ogopogo sank with his vessel, but unlike other captains who go down with their ship, this plesiosaur was not down and out. Ogopogo began to swim through the water, and Devil Ed tried his best to aim his laser eye at the underwater monster. Beelzebub and Alocer both did their best to assist. The Lord of the Flies vomited a putrid acid into the water, hoping to taint the makeshift sea and make it uninhabitable, but Ogopogo was already dead and the vomit only inconvenienced him. The Grand Duke of Hades boarded his horse and leaps into the ocean, the horse running through the water with ease as it chased after Ogopogo.
Ogopogo dodged the pursuit of Alocer and his horse, lashing out with his bony fins and skewering the horse's flank. The Ruler of 36 Infernal Legions was forced to abandon his steed and briefly considered fiting Ogopogo on his own when he remembered his master aboard the demonic hulk. Ogopogo was swimming up to it, and Alocer could do nothing to prevent the crpytozoological captain's attack.
Ogopogo leaped out of the water...
And slammed his entire weight down onto Devil Ed's ship! The resilient hulk could not handle the massive weight of the supernatural beast of British Columbia. The boat is reduced to splinters, and Devil Ed barely survives. A split second before impact, he pulled himself and Beelzebub off of the vessel, leaving only him and his two demonic compatriots to fite the massive lake monster in his element. Alocer pushed one of the skeleton crew's discarded lifeboats as he paddled over to his master.
Devil Ed and his two servants clamber into the tiny vessel and counted their assets. The tiny vessel had a harpoon, and Devil Ed still had use of his laser eye. Beelzebub and Alocer both had powers that seemed ineffective thus far, so they focused on helping Ed pursue Ogopogo rather than fiting him.
The crew of the lifeboat sailed onwards, pursuing Ogopogo, who appeared to be fleeing at the moment.
The waters are eerily silent. Ogopogo dove into the water long ago, and Devil Ed and his remaining shipmates had no idea what to do. Ed had the harpoon at the ready, and Beelzebub had briefly braved the waters to retrieve floating weapons for him and Alocer to use in case things got rough.
The green fog and red storm still hung over the arena despite their respective ships beings obliterated. Ed's ship mostly floated about as tiny hunks of wood, whereas Ogopogo's vessel had sunk to the bottom of the arena.
The demons in the boat were growing restless, but Devil Ed was forming a plan. Gripping his harpoon, he dived into the ocean below, his laser eye lighting the murky depths. His two minions called out to him, but they then noticed a rope tied to the boat. The two got ready to pull their master back up if things went sour.
Devil Ed dived further and further into the water, holding his breath far longer than any regular human could. When he reached the bottom of the arena, he used his eye as a spotlight, and eventually he saw Ogopogo, who was straining to lift his sunken ship with his bony flippers. Ed stopped using his eye for guidance and swam towards the cryptid's ethereal glow. He swam up to Ogopogo's back and readied the harpoon, but suddenly the sea monster kicked its flippers out and pushed the entire wrecked ship upwards. The kick shot up bubbles and currents, pushing Devil Ed away from his target. The odd tugging of the rope caused by this worried his remaining crew members and sent them into a panic. They began to pull the rope up frantically, inadvertently tangling Ed's body up in it while they did so.
The Canadian lake monster pushed the Happy Adventure all the way up to the water's surface and beyond. The wrecked ship arced upwards and then slammed down on the tiny craft Beelzebub and Alocer occupied. The two panicked again when they saw the dilapidated vessel falling down, but Alocer made a quick note to slice the rope so Ed would not be tied to a sinking lifeboat. The entire shipwreck crashed down on the two demons, who despite having escaped into the water, were still hit and knocked out by the impact of the supernatural ship.
Under the waves, the rope tying up Ed slackened from being severed, allowing him to wiggle himself free. Ed quickly resurfaced, gasping for air. The half-angel looked about and saw the top of the Happy Adventure as it sank a second time. The bony form of Cap'n Ogopogo glared at him from the other side of the sinking vessel. Devil Ed readied his harpoon and screamed out at Ogopogo,
"To the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
From his laser eye he shot a massive beam of pink energy, enough to destroy most of the bones on Ogopogo's right side. The skeletal ghost barely survives the blow, and his swimming has veeb severely crippled from the blow. Gezora, our faithful referee, has its own tiny vessel, the S.S. Amoeba, hit by the pink beam, but Gezora is unharmed and can see that Ogopogo is not dead yet. Or rather, not dead again, since he was already undead.
Devil Ed, weary from the laser shot, paddled as best he could towards Ogopogo, hoping that ramming the harpoon into the skull would be the way to kill his opponent. Ogopogo also was weary and doing his best to close the distance between them, hoping to exploit his advantage in the water to kill his opponent.
They reached each other. Harpoon met bony flipper. Tiny bones from the flipper are knocked loose, and Ogopogo's attempted swipe with his front flipper went unrewarded. He was reduced to using just his remaining flippers and his head for battle now, and he did not dare risk losing his head in an unsuccessful attack. Ogopogo swiped forward more and more, but Devil Ed dove under him and climbed up into the ghostly sea monster's shattered rib cage. Climbing the bones like they were a ladder made of marrow, Ed was able to clamber up onto the plesiosaur's back.
Ogopogo quickly submerged itself into the water in hopes of losing Ed, but the half-angel had rammed his harpoon into the beast's back, and the two went into the water together. Ed pulled himself along the spine as the lake monster desperately dived, jabbing his weapon into the spine to gain leverage. As Ed started to reach the vertebrae of the neck Ogopogo suddenly twisted his neck around. The neck squeezed around Devil Ed, restraining the man's arms to his side. His harpoon was still lodged in a neck vertebra, so he had no way of breaking the neck's hold.
Ed found more and more of the plesiosaur's long neck pressing against his side as Ogopogo continued wrapping him up. The bones of the lake monster began crushing Devil Ed's bones. Ed struggled and fired his laser eye repeatedly, but all that did was suck life energy out of the already desperate half-devil. Ogopogo's boa constrictor gambit worked, and soon Devil Ed's body was too crushed to continue functioning. Ogopogo uncoiled his neck and let out a bubbly, pirate-accented roar in victory.
The limp corpse of Ed plops onto the bottom of the waterlogged arena, and Ogopogo sails up to show the ref his victory. When he arrives though, the S.S. Amoeba is sinking from its earlier damage.
"Gezora shall go down with the ship!"
Gezora did, but just like Ogopogo, it was a sea creature, so it didn't really matter. Gezora declared Ogopogo the winner, and the Fite Yer' Mates maintenance crew got to work finding out how to dispose of the water that filled the arena.
Without further ado, Devil Ed and Ogopogo, it is time to Fite Yer' Mate!
The two ships sail about, each wreathed in their own unique fog. Ogopogo's vessel was obscured by the otherworldly viridian fog often associated with the sailboats of the undead. Ed's massive vessel sailed through a storm of red clouds which thundered with the tormented shrieks of Hell's populace. The demons and devils from the underworld that Ed had brought were growing restless. They polished and sharpened their weapons as the galley of damned souls turned the oars. Ogopogo's vessel seemed to move by its own force, the skeletons on board clattering as they armed themselves and their cannons.
Devil Ed's first mate Alocer looked out into the distance. Spotting the undead cryptid's vessel, his loud voice boomed the news through the ship to even the lowest decks. Ed turned the ship's wheel and sailed the hulk towards the green fog ahead. Ogopogo, his body occupying most of the upper deck, had already spotted them, and when he heard the loud voice of Alocer announce his presence, he sent out a few small lifeboats with skeletal pirates aboard. Ogopogo turned his vessel to the side to aim the cannons as Ed's vessel approached.
The first cannons are fired. Ogopogo's ship launches a salvo of large cannonballs, tearing open holes in the front of the approaching vessel of the half-angel. Devil Ed points forward, and an army of winged demons fly towards his foe's boat. As Ed tries to turn his vessel to starboard to retaliate, the flying demons make quick work of the tattered sails of Ogo's ship. Ogopogo reaches up with his bony neck and devours one of the demons, but the others dodge and begin to work on the vessel itself. Skeletons begin feebly trying to repel the demons, but this was an elite squad, and they had no trouble cleaving the bony bodies of the cryptid's crew.
Once the boats are positioned side to side for a proper naval battle, the cannons really begin to let loose. Balls of fiery energy shoot out of the weapons of the demonic ship, obliterating large portions of the lower decks with ease. Beelzebub commands the crew to continue their volley, but suddenly the side of the vessel is torn open. The skeletons from the lifeboat spill in and slay the weaker demons who manned the cannons and the souls who turned the galley oars. Beelzebub fites off the skeletons as best he can, but these were the best of Ogopogo's crew, so he locked them below decks and scrambled to tell his captain of the bad news.
Devil Ed stood at the wheel, his laser eyes taking pot shots at skeletons and burning holes in the pirate plesiosaur's vessel. Beelzebub relayed the news, but Devil Ed disregards it. Ogopogo's vessel was already showing signs of failing, proving that sometimes sheer strength can trump strategy. Ogopogo's ghostly teeth bit into more of the flying demons, diminishing the ranks of Ed's elite crew. Two had already made it below decks though, and turned some of the cannons on the ship itself, a tactic currently being performed by the skeletal invaders on Ed's boat as well.
The cannonballs destroyed the walls of Ogopogo's ghost ship. The Happy Adventure begins to sink, and the ghost of a pirate sea monster on board could do nothing about it. Meanwhile, the skeleton's on board Devil Ed's hulk aimed the cannons at the decks and walls and fired, only to find out the odd ammunition the cannons used was made to pass through the vessel itself! The skeletons begin to try and dismantle the boat by hand, but their bony fingers and metal weapons can only do so much to a ghost ship.
Ogopogo sank with his vessel, but unlike other captains who go down with their ship, this plesiosaur was not down and out. Ogopogo began to swim through the water, and Devil Ed tried his best to aim his laser eye at the underwater monster. Beelzebub and Alocer both did their best to assist. The Lord of the Flies vomited a putrid acid into the water, hoping to taint the makeshift sea and make it uninhabitable, but Ogopogo was already dead and the vomit only inconvenienced him. The Grand Duke of Hades boarded his horse and leaps into the ocean, the horse running through the water with ease as it chased after Ogopogo.
Ogopogo dodged the pursuit of Alocer and his horse, lashing out with his bony fins and skewering the horse's flank. The Ruler of 36 Infernal Legions was forced to abandon his steed and briefly considered fiting Ogopogo on his own when he remembered his master aboard the demonic hulk. Ogopogo was swimming up to it, and Alocer could do nothing to prevent the crpytozoological captain's attack.
Ogopogo leaped out of the water...
And slammed his entire weight down onto Devil Ed's ship! The resilient hulk could not handle the massive weight of the supernatural beast of British Columbia. The boat is reduced to splinters, and Devil Ed barely survives. A split second before impact, he pulled himself and Beelzebub off of the vessel, leaving only him and his two demonic compatriots to fite the massive lake monster in his element. Alocer pushed one of the skeleton crew's discarded lifeboats as he paddled over to his master.
Devil Ed and his two servants clamber into the tiny vessel and counted their assets. The tiny vessel had a harpoon, and Devil Ed still had use of his laser eye. Beelzebub and Alocer both had powers that seemed ineffective thus far, so they focused on helping Ed pursue Ogopogo rather than fiting him.
The crew of the lifeboat sailed onwards, pursuing Ogopogo, who appeared to be fleeing at the moment.
The waters are eerily silent. Ogopogo dove into the water long ago, and Devil Ed and his remaining shipmates had no idea what to do. Ed had the harpoon at the ready, and Beelzebub had briefly braved the waters to retrieve floating weapons for him and Alocer to use in case things got rough.
The green fog and red storm still hung over the arena despite their respective ships beings obliterated. Ed's ship mostly floated about as tiny hunks of wood, whereas Ogopogo's vessel had sunk to the bottom of the arena.
The demons in the boat were growing restless, but Devil Ed was forming a plan. Gripping his harpoon, he dived into the ocean below, his laser eye lighting the murky depths. His two minions called out to him, but they then noticed a rope tied to the boat. The two got ready to pull their master back up if things went sour.
Devil Ed dived further and further into the water, holding his breath far longer than any regular human could. When he reached the bottom of the arena, he used his eye as a spotlight, and eventually he saw Ogopogo, who was straining to lift his sunken ship with his bony flippers. Ed stopped using his eye for guidance and swam towards the cryptid's ethereal glow. He swam up to Ogopogo's back and readied the harpoon, but suddenly the sea monster kicked its flippers out and pushed the entire wrecked ship upwards. The kick shot up bubbles and currents, pushing Devil Ed away from his target. The odd tugging of the rope caused by this worried his remaining crew members and sent them into a panic. They began to pull the rope up frantically, inadvertently tangling Ed's body up in it while they did so.
The Canadian lake monster pushed the Happy Adventure all the way up to the water's surface and beyond. The wrecked ship arced upwards and then slammed down on the tiny craft Beelzebub and Alocer occupied. The two panicked again when they saw the dilapidated vessel falling down, but Alocer made a quick note to slice the rope so Ed would not be tied to a sinking lifeboat. The entire shipwreck crashed down on the two demons, who despite having escaped into the water, were still hit and knocked out by the impact of the supernatural ship.
Under the waves, the rope tying up Ed slackened from being severed, allowing him to wiggle himself free. Ed quickly resurfaced, gasping for air. The half-angel looked about and saw the top of the Happy Adventure as it sank a second time. The bony form of Cap'n Ogopogo glared at him from the other side of the sinking vessel. Devil Ed readied his harpoon and screamed out at Ogopogo,
"To the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
From his laser eye he shot a massive beam of pink energy, enough to destroy most of the bones on Ogopogo's right side. The skeletal ghost barely survives the blow, and his swimming has veeb severely crippled from the blow. Gezora, our faithful referee, has its own tiny vessel, the S.S. Amoeba, hit by the pink beam, but Gezora is unharmed and can see that Ogopogo is not dead yet. Or rather, not dead again, since he was already undead.
Devil Ed, weary from the laser shot, paddled as best he could towards Ogopogo, hoping that ramming the harpoon into the skull would be the way to kill his opponent. Ogopogo also was weary and doing his best to close the distance between them, hoping to exploit his advantage in the water to kill his opponent.
They reached each other. Harpoon met bony flipper. Tiny bones from the flipper are knocked loose, and Ogopogo's attempted swipe with his front flipper went unrewarded. He was reduced to using just his remaining flippers and his head for battle now, and he did not dare risk losing his head in an unsuccessful attack. Ogopogo swiped forward more and more, but Devil Ed dove under him and climbed up into the ghostly sea monster's shattered rib cage. Climbing the bones like they were a ladder made of marrow, Ed was able to clamber up onto the plesiosaur's back.
Ogopogo quickly submerged itself into the water in hopes of losing Ed, but the half-angel had rammed his harpoon into the beast's back, and the two went into the water together. Ed pulled himself along the spine as the lake monster desperately dived, jabbing his weapon into the spine to gain leverage. As Ed started to reach the vertebrae of the neck Ogopogo suddenly twisted his neck around. The neck squeezed around Devil Ed, restraining the man's arms to his side. His harpoon was still lodged in a neck vertebra, so he had no way of breaking the neck's hold.
Ed found more and more of the plesiosaur's long neck pressing against his side as Ogopogo continued wrapping him up. The bones of the lake monster began crushing Devil Ed's bones. Ed struggled and fired his laser eye repeatedly, but all that did was suck life energy out of the already desperate half-devil. Ogopogo's boa constrictor gambit worked, and soon Devil Ed's body was too crushed to continue functioning. Ogopogo uncoiled his neck and let out a bubbly, pirate-accented roar in victory.
The limp corpse of Ed plops onto the bottom of the waterlogged arena, and Ogopogo sails up to show the ref his victory. When he arrives though, the S.S. Amoeba is sinking from its earlier damage.
"Gezora shall go down with the ship!"
Gezora did, but just like Ogopogo, it was a sea creature, so it didn't really matter. Gezora declared Ogopogo the winner, and the Fite Yer' Mates maintenance crew got to work finding out how to dispose of the water that filled the arena.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Fite 47 (Writers: Designate_5, The Deleter, Jumpropeman)- Paranormal and Parapsychological Activity
Welcome one and all, to a fight surely laden with meta-schadenfreude!
After all, tonight we see our esteemed limb-hacker – sorry, Fite
Organizer – and all-around ghost Jumpropeman attempt to take on a
superhuman, psychic, chaos-influenced, and terrifying supersoldier from a
grim, dark far future – a round of applause for Pech! The ghost will be
‘wielding’ a mutated armadillo, while Pech is gripping that force sword
rather menacingly.
The two fiters face off, the sun glinting cruelly off the humming edge of Pech’s sword. Properzia strains against her master’s ectoplasmic hand, snuffling and clawing the dirt.
“Let’s make this a good fite, Pech!” Jumpropeman waves to the crowd.
“Let’s get this over with.”
“GEZORA AGREES. GET ON WITH IT.”
Pech sweeps his sword up into a mock salute, psylightning crackling down it into the earth around him, grounding itself in a phosphor-bright haze. Properzia, released, shoots forward in a pink blur like the arrow of a Cupid gone rabid, only to fly past the side-stepping space marine. He may be covered in layers of ceramic and built like a Leman Russ battletank, but the psycher can still move like a snake. Properzia squeals as green fire catches in her fur.
Pech swings around, his countless years of war warning him that the obvious threat is rarely the worst. Jumpropeman’s fist proves this right, hammering the marine’s head back as the ghost pops up. Following up on the haymaker with a one-two clobbering, JRM darts around Pech’s head, avoiding the wide sweeps of the sword.
“Learn to wear a helmet!” the ghost shouts the taunt in Pech’s face.
The marine grimaces, and spits a blast of acid-colored fire right into JRM’s face.
Momentarily stunned, the ghost is swatted across the arena by the force sword, his right arm hanging in ectoplasmic shreds.
Pech does not stop to crack wise. Screaming with pain and fury, he swings the sword in a wide arc, sending a wall of green fire cascading across the arena and into the stands. JRM can barely stay ahead of the twisting psychic assault. It flickers too close, and his left arm is melted into nothing. He turns, twists, finds himself encircled by emerald fire -
Until Properzia steps in.
The singed beast slams into Pech, sending the marine stumbling forward and allowing JRM to take off, arms slowly reforming from ghostly essence. Properzia swings again, claws skittering along the warrior’s armor once, twice, three times before catching a hold of his pauldron’s edge and putting all her force into levering the thing off. Pech screams wordlessly and drives his sword into the creature’s torso as his armor is yanked off in a spray of blood. His shoulder is wrecked - the Black Carapace below his skin was ripped up along with the pauldron. Green light flares, nova-like, and Properzia shudders horribly, dancing in psycho-electric torment. Pech tosses the body aside, swinging his sword free. Properzia twitches faintly, claws grasping at the dirt.
“You see, ghost? I burnt out its soul, and I’ll do the same to you. Come on out. You can’t hide from me. Coward!
Face me like the man you once were!”
But Pech is met with silence... until he hears something begin to rise behind him. Properzia props herself up, and raises claws sheathed in ghostly energy. Her eyes do not glow; they are instead the solid black of the ghost’s.
“Oh, she’ll be back in fighting shape soon enough, and until then, well, you know what they say, Pech. Possession’s nine-tenths of the law...”
Before Pech can respond, Jumproperzia (as we are now dubbing this possessed creature) leaps forward, her speed boosted to eye-watering levels, and slams her claws into his breastplate. The marine howls and staggers back from the impact. But the fairy armadillo is not done, and begins a long, slow climb up the marine’s torso, using her claws like ice picks. Pech slams his fists against the pink creature’s back in response, crushing it against his chest with a crack of shattered keratin and bone. Properzia responds in both the squeal of an injured armadillo and the yell of pain from a Jingle Spirit, and the small form falls off, prising a chunk of armour away as it descends. A second later, Jumproperzia is flying across the arena, having been drop-kicked by the space marine. The possessed animal lands somewhere in the stands, and the crowd parts like ripples in water.
Pech’s triumphant grin vanishes as Jumpropeman wills the armadillo back into the air, floating menacingly at head height. This time, Pech strikes first, extending his sword and channeling a bolt of green lightning from its tip. Jumproperzia jukes out of the way and lets the strike destroy a hot drugs stand instead, sending needles and powder everywhere. Pech snarls and raises his hand to send bolt of fire, but the fairy armadillo is suddenly in his face.
Literally.
One claw stabs just above the right eye, the river of blood blinding Pech as he is forced to close it. Another gouges a hole in his cheek, exposing the inside of his mouth. The rear claws scrabble at his jaw as Jumproperzia clings to the marine’s face like a furry Facehugger. Pech screams and drops his sword, desperately trying to prise the animal off, but it’s not happening any time soon. The claws begin to stab at his skull, trying to pierce through and end the fight quickly.
Bad move. A corona of green light bursts from Pech, and Properzia is thrown off. Pech’s face is a torn, bloodied mess, a factor not helped by his use of psychic powers, but he wastes no time in following his move with another bolt of lightning. This barely misses, but the heat is enough to scorch the side of the armadillo’s body, leaving charred fur and pink, bubbled flesh behind. Jumpropeman realises a new tack is needed. Hauling Properzia back into action, he begins to dart around Pech, using his supernatural abilities to make his pet move blindingly fast. He doubts the creature’s muscles can keep the act up for long, but it seems to be working – lots of new gouges are appearing in the marine’s armor, and exposed flesh and bodyglove are being torn at. Pech staggers initially, but soon the marine begins to weather the blows and stand still waiting for an opportune moment.
Soon, the possessed armadillo leaps to chest-height, trying to capitalise on the reduced integrity of the armour. This is the manoeuvre Pech has been waiting for. With a single swipe of his sword, he bisects the animal in two, the two halves falling at his feet. He hisses in triumph.
Jumpropeman reappears.
He looks furious.
And you don’t fuck with a ghost when there’s been a ghostplosion. Pech pales as Jumpropeman gathers his energy for the last leg of the fite…
His giant armadillo wrecked beyond use, Jumpropeman decides to up the ante and up his size. The ghost begins growing larger and larger, his red phrygian cap breaking through the cloud of green energy that filled the upper area of the arena.
Pech readied his sword to face the now giant Jingle Specter. Apparently, Jumpropeman thought being big would help him in a fite against someone who can easily hit a much smaller target. Pech charged forward and stabbed the ghost in the chest, leaving a huge gaping hole. The massive time spirit batted the marine away with his left arm, so Pech charged forward again, but the ghost pulled up his tail and let Pech run past. With a quick wave back around, the tail slammed Pech with the proportional strength of a whiptail lizard. Pech flew across the arena, but his psychic powers helped cushion some of the eventual slam against the wall.
Pech turned back around, his already bloody face now punctuated with a nosebleed from both being broken by the impact and the duress of his own psychic powers. Pech focused more on projectile fiting once more, and the clouds surrounding the phantom's head begin to crackle. Jumpropeman looks up at the sparking clouds and begins shrinking to avoid the storm, but then the lightning started striking. Green bolts of psychic energy strike the spirit, causing the ghost to convulse wildly from the blows.
As the specter continued shrinking and getting struck by lightning, Pech begins a dash towards the falling ghost. Channeling psyfire through his blade, Pech aimed upward and unleashes a plume of green flames.
Jumpropeman lit up like the 4th of July and Guy Fawkes Night put together.
The host of Fite Yer' Mates falls to the ground and tries the old tactic of stopping, dropping, and rolling, but the fire just isn't going out. The ghost then phases into the ground, and turns solid in the dirt. An "oof" is heard, but the crackle of the green flames disappears. Jumpropeman pokes his head out of the ground, specks of dirt now part of his anatomy. Pech is right next to the ghost's head and tries to stomp down, but the ghost disappears...
And then pops back out of the ground, and Pech tries again, and fails again. And then it happens again. It appears we have a game of Whack-a-Ghost! Pech keeps trying to stomp the ghost, but when he finally does, he finds something out. The ghost is immaterial, so his head goes right up into the boot. Yanking out some foot bones, JRM flies out and drops them in a taunting gesture.
"Let's find out what makes you tick!"
Jumpropeman flies through Pech, who desperately tries to slash the ghost with his blade. The Jingle Specter pops out the other end holding an organ, and drops it to go in for another pass. Jumpropeman flies in and out of Pech, carrying bones, organs, and what appear to be a device and some sort of shard. The spirit tosses all of them to the ground, but finally the marine's sword catches up with him.
The blade slashes off the ghost's tail, causing Jumpropeman to fall to the ground in pain. Pech looks around at his insides spilled on the ground as his internal systems struggle to handle the damage. Blood begins to spill out of Pech's ears as the green haze in the arena grows denser and more intense. Pech readies his blade, but Jumpropeman gets back up and phases into Pech's hand, materializing and snapping the wrist.
Unfortunately for the ghost, the brief materialization let Pech get the shot he needed. Even though he dropped the sword, Pech's psychic powers slammed down into his own wrist a massive bolt of electricity and fire. Pech's hand was decimated, leaving him armless from the shoulder down, but when the green smoke cleared, the distinct blueish-white smoke of Jumpropeman appeared.
The wisp that was the fallen ghost dissipated, leaving Pech alone in the arena with his insides and two halves of a giant armadillo on the ground. Pech picked up his sword with his remaining arm, and looked to where the last bit of blue smoke disappeared.
"I'm not dying tonight, ghost."
Gezora runs into the arena, carrying a hose to put out the fires the psychic storm had started.
"Gezora hopes St. Elmo's Rum will offset the psychic St. Elmo's fire!"
Gezora begins spraying down the arena with alcohol to try and douse the flames. It goes predictably bad, so it just gets the normal hose and sprays the arena down properly.
"Gezora's witty liquid choice goes unrewarded again."
The two fiters face off, the sun glinting cruelly off the humming edge of Pech’s sword. Properzia strains against her master’s ectoplasmic hand, snuffling and clawing the dirt.
“Let’s make this a good fite, Pech!” Jumpropeman waves to the crowd.
“Let’s get this over with.”
“GEZORA AGREES. GET ON WITH IT.”
Pech sweeps his sword up into a mock salute, psylightning crackling down it into the earth around him, grounding itself in a phosphor-bright haze. Properzia, released, shoots forward in a pink blur like the arrow of a Cupid gone rabid, only to fly past the side-stepping space marine. He may be covered in layers of ceramic and built like a Leman Russ battletank, but the psycher can still move like a snake. Properzia squeals as green fire catches in her fur.
Pech swings around, his countless years of war warning him that the obvious threat is rarely the worst. Jumpropeman’s fist proves this right, hammering the marine’s head back as the ghost pops up. Following up on the haymaker with a one-two clobbering, JRM darts around Pech’s head, avoiding the wide sweeps of the sword.
“Learn to wear a helmet!” the ghost shouts the taunt in Pech’s face.
The marine grimaces, and spits a blast of acid-colored fire right into JRM’s face.
Momentarily stunned, the ghost is swatted across the arena by the force sword, his right arm hanging in ectoplasmic shreds.
Pech does not stop to crack wise. Screaming with pain and fury, he swings the sword in a wide arc, sending a wall of green fire cascading across the arena and into the stands. JRM can barely stay ahead of the twisting psychic assault. It flickers too close, and his left arm is melted into nothing. He turns, twists, finds himself encircled by emerald fire -
Until Properzia steps in.
The singed beast slams into Pech, sending the marine stumbling forward and allowing JRM to take off, arms slowly reforming from ghostly essence. Properzia swings again, claws skittering along the warrior’s armor once, twice, three times before catching a hold of his pauldron’s edge and putting all her force into levering the thing off. Pech screams wordlessly and drives his sword into the creature’s torso as his armor is yanked off in a spray of blood. His shoulder is wrecked - the Black Carapace below his skin was ripped up along with the pauldron. Green light flares, nova-like, and Properzia shudders horribly, dancing in psycho-electric torment. Pech tosses the body aside, swinging his sword free. Properzia twitches faintly, claws grasping at the dirt.
“You see, ghost? I burnt out its soul, and I’ll do the same to you. Come on out. You can’t hide from me. Coward!
Face me like the man you once were!”
But Pech is met with silence... until he hears something begin to rise behind him. Properzia props herself up, and raises claws sheathed in ghostly energy. Her eyes do not glow; they are instead the solid black of the ghost’s.
“Oh, she’ll be back in fighting shape soon enough, and until then, well, you know what they say, Pech. Possession’s nine-tenths of the law...”
Before Pech can respond, Jumproperzia (as we are now dubbing this possessed creature) leaps forward, her speed boosted to eye-watering levels, and slams her claws into his breastplate. The marine howls and staggers back from the impact. But the fairy armadillo is not done, and begins a long, slow climb up the marine’s torso, using her claws like ice picks. Pech slams his fists against the pink creature’s back in response, crushing it against his chest with a crack of shattered keratin and bone. Properzia responds in both the squeal of an injured armadillo and the yell of pain from a Jingle Spirit, and the small form falls off, prising a chunk of armour away as it descends. A second later, Jumproperzia is flying across the arena, having been drop-kicked by the space marine. The possessed animal lands somewhere in the stands, and the crowd parts like ripples in water.
Pech’s triumphant grin vanishes as Jumpropeman wills the armadillo back into the air, floating menacingly at head height. This time, Pech strikes first, extending his sword and channeling a bolt of green lightning from its tip. Jumproperzia jukes out of the way and lets the strike destroy a hot drugs stand instead, sending needles and powder everywhere. Pech snarls and raises his hand to send bolt of fire, but the fairy armadillo is suddenly in his face.
Literally.
One claw stabs just above the right eye, the river of blood blinding Pech as he is forced to close it. Another gouges a hole in his cheek, exposing the inside of his mouth. The rear claws scrabble at his jaw as Jumproperzia clings to the marine’s face like a furry Facehugger. Pech screams and drops his sword, desperately trying to prise the animal off, but it’s not happening any time soon. The claws begin to stab at his skull, trying to pierce through and end the fight quickly.
Bad move. A corona of green light bursts from Pech, and Properzia is thrown off. Pech’s face is a torn, bloodied mess, a factor not helped by his use of psychic powers, but he wastes no time in following his move with another bolt of lightning. This barely misses, but the heat is enough to scorch the side of the armadillo’s body, leaving charred fur and pink, bubbled flesh behind. Jumpropeman realises a new tack is needed. Hauling Properzia back into action, he begins to dart around Pech, using his supernatural abilities to make his pet move blindingly fast. He doubts the creature’s muscles can keep the act up for long, but it seems to be working – lots of new gouges are appearing in the marine’s armor, and exposed flesh and bodyglove are being torn at. Pech staggers initially, but soon the marine begins to weather the blows and stand still waiting for an opportune moment.
Soon, the possessed armadillo leaps to chest-height, trying to capitalise on the reduced integrity of the armour. This is the manoeuvre Pech has been waiting for. With a single swipe of his sword, he bisects the animal in two, the two halves falling at his feet. He hisses in triumph.
Jumpropeman reappears.
He looks furious.
And you don’t fuck with a ghost when there’s been a ghostplosion. Pech pales as Jumpropeman gathers his energy for the last leg of the fite…
His giant armadillo wrecked beyond use, Jumpropeman decides to up the ante and up his size. The ghost begins growing larger and larger, his red phrygian cap breaking through the cloud of green energy that filled the upper area of the arena.
Pech readied his sword to face the now giant Jingle Specter. Apparently, Jumpropeman thought being big would help him in a fite against someone who can easily hit a much smaller target. Pech charged forward and stabbed the ghost in the chest, leaving a huge gaping hole. The massive time spirit batted the marine away with his left arm, so Pech charged forward again, but the ghost pulled up his tail and let Pech run past. With a quick wave back around, the tail slammed Pech with the proportional strength of a whiptail lizard. Pech flew across the arena, but his psychic powers helped cushion some of the eventual slam against the wall.
Pech turned back around, his already bloody face now punctuated with a nosebleed from both being broken by the impact and the duress of his own psychic powers. Pech focused more on projectile fiting once more, and the clouds surrounding the phantom's head begin to crackle. Jumpropeman looks up at the sparking clouds and begins shrinking to avoid the storm, but then the lightning started striking. Green bolts of psychic energy strike the spirit, causing the ghost to convulse wildly from the blows.
As the specter continued shrinking and getting struck by lightning, Pech begins a dash towards the falling ghost. Channeling psyfire through his blade, Pech aimed upward and unleashes a plume of green flames.
Jumpropeman lit up like the 4th of July and Guy Fawkes Night put together.
The host of Fite Yer' Mates falls to the ground and tries the old tactic of stopping, dropping, and rolling, but the fire just isn't going out. The ghost then phases into the ground, and turns solid in the dirt. An "oof" is heard, but the crackle of the green flames disappears. Jumpropeman pokes his head out of the ground, specks of dirt now part of his anatomy. Pech is right next to the ghost's head and tries to stomp down, but the ghost disappears...
And then pops back out of the ground, and Pech tries again, and fails again. And then it happens again. It appears we have a game of Whack-a-Ghost! Pech keeps trying to stomp the ghost, but when he finally does, he finds something out. The ghost is immaterial, so his head goes right up into the boot. Yanking out some foot bones, JRM flies out and drops them in a taunting gesture.
"Let's find out what makes you tick!"
Jumpropeman flies through Pech, who desperately tries to slash the ghost with his blade. The Jingle Specter pops out the other end holding an organ, and drops it to go in for another pass. Jumpropeman flies in and out of Pech, carrying bones, organs, and what appear to be a device and some sort of shard. The spirit tosses all of them to the ground, but finally the marine's sword catches up with him.
The blade slashes off the ghost's tail, causing Jumpropeman to fall to the ground in pain. Pech looks around at his insides spilled on the ground as his internal systems struggle to handle the damage. Blood begins to spill out of Pech's ears as the green haze in the arena grows denser and more intense. Pech readies his blade, but Jumpropeman gets back up and phases into Pech's hand, materializing and snapping the wrist.
Unfortunately for the ghost, the brief materialization let Pech get the shot he needed. Even though he dropped the sword, Pech's psychic powers slammed down into his own wrist a massive bolt of electricity and fire. Pech's hand was decimated, leaving him armless from the shoulder down, but when the green smoke cleared, the distinct blueish-white smoke of Jumpropeman appeared.
The wisp that was the fallen ghost dissipated, leaving Pech alone in the arena with his insides and two halves of a giant armadillo on the ground. Pech picked up his sword with his remaining arm, and looked to where the last bit of blue smoke disappeared.
"I'm not dying tonight, ghost."
Gezora runs into the arena, carrying a hose to put out the fires the psychic storm had started.
"Gezora hopes St. Elmo's Rum will offset the psychic St. Elmo's fire!"
Gezora begins spraying down the arena with alcohol to try and douse the flames. It goes predictably bad, so it just gets the normal hose and sprays the arena down properly.
"Gezora's witty liquid choice goes unrewarded again."
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