Kassandra, the Eagle Bearing Misthios
A flash of red seemed to fizzle behind Kassandra's blade as she moved, acting in unison to Rebellio's movements. The Blade of Ares deflected most bullets, though a few slugged against her shoulders, or her sides. Enough to make her grit her teeth in pain, but overall ignore in an effort to focus on her opponent. While the hits that landed undid some progress, her blocks managed to build her second bar back up, and she was quick to consume it the moment it appeared.
"HAAAAAAA!"
A second warrior appeared, leaping from the ruins left behind by the toppled shield, donning a similar armor to Kassandra, his hair pulled back into a stylized ponytail, flexing his muscles with every movement he made, a sword in-hand that he used to try and impale Rebellio with as he gave his war cry while he dropped from a higher altitude, Kassandra having called upon her brother's support.
Agent Leon S. Kennedy
Ice shattered as the first two bullets did nothing to the images, so Leon simply altered his trajectory to get rid of his obstacle. As the ice crumbled, Leon took off at a sprint as the Weavile recovered, and more icicles were launched his way. Gritting his teeth, Leon leaped, twisting his body as he did, and wedged himself between, and through, the gap of a cluster of icicles, all launched wildly, nearly colliding with him, but he managed to come down, and leaped once again, propelling himself rapidly through the hole he'd generated in the wall of icicles, disappearing into the Administration Center of Lady Liberty.
Casting a few shots behind him as he sprinted, Leon began to quickly make his way for the stairs leading into the base of the Statue of Liberty.
Revan, the Lost Jedi
"Your attempt at wisdom," Revan began, "your attempt at sympathy... is commendable, if misplaced. The problem in your argument is the simple fact that I am sought out for my power. I am forced to fight, no matter how I feel about it. I have this power, I can stop most threats. I should have a responsibility to protect and save those that can't protect themselves from the things I can. Do you not understand? I don't wish to allow fate to dictate my life anymore. If I win this, I can control fate. I can turn the tides of time."
With the swipe of his hand, an illusion fell around them. They stood in the middle of a ruined arena, crumbled rocks all around, and a copy of Revan holding down a figure almost twice his size by the throat, the individual's armor and mask similar to the one Revan wore. They were surrounded by a large group of cloaked individuals, and more of the armored people who were lying dead in the sand.
Revan's copy raised his lightsaber, and struck down, plunging it into the fighting giant, who squirmed, slowed, and fell still. "My path began with my victory against the Mandalorian King," Revan stated, swiping his hand again. Their surroundings altered to display a tomb, walls rising high into the air, similar to the Jedi temple they'd just been in. Revan's copy was now locked in a ferocious battle against another force user.
"My apprentice, Malak" the gray Jedi nodded, "when the Emperor twisted our minds, we became rivals, and eventually enemies." Revan's copy cried out as Malak's saber rammed against Revan's exposed side, who retaliated by severing Malak's hands from his arms, and quickly followed up by plunging two blades through Malak's chest. Instantly, Malak went limp, and Revan cast him aside.
The scene shifted once more, displaying Revan surrounded by multiple Jedi, a series of blades flashing through the air as the gray Jedi battled them all off. "The Jedi, my masters, tried to stop me," the true Revan stated, before raising his hand and pointing toward a female Jedi who'd just been thrown from the fray by a force push from the copy of Revan. "That's Bastila Shan, the woman who I would fall in love with. The person who gave me happiness."
The image of Revan collapsed to his knees as every Jedi around him raised their arms, the world distorting between them as each tried to contain Revan, who was holding back their combined power, before he appeared to fall limp, and collapsed to the ground. The true Revan waved his hand again, and the next scene was of Revan and Malak, though this time they weren't battling, and Malak's jaw had been replaced with a metal replacement. They stood in an ancient and intimidatingly dark chamber, old fires lighting up around them as both stood before a hooded being, lightning crackling through the air around him. "The Emperor," Revan gestured, and the action flipped the battle to the end result, displaying Malak on the ground nearby, motionless, as Revan was held in the air by an invisible force, clutching at his throat, held up by the Emperor, who cackled at him.
"It was my last loss," Revan explained. "I was presumed dead. And him? His plans would continue, unhindered.
The scene was quickly replaced by cold metal beneath their feet in a large room, a figure standing before them, cloaked in black, moreso than Revan, and its mask was much different, appearing like a skull in design, red lines running down from the black eyesockets like blood. They were on the bridge of a starship, and the view out of the front of the ship showed a planet before them, which seemed to be cracking at the seams, shattering like an egg.
"It gave rise to beings like this, Hareta," Revan stated. "Darth Nihilus, a being who can consume planets, and he claims his mask is forged from my own skull. Even more powerful than the Emperor. How am I supposed to stop threats like this without the power that may be granted to me by winning this tournament?"
The vision faded entirely as Revan walked a pace away, gazing out upon the destruction he'd caused. "I have nothing left to lose. I have everything to gain. Why do you fight?"
