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Private/Closed Bootleg Bros 4

Machamp
The brute growled as Psyduck escaped. This was one slippery water fowl…which made sense in hindsight. Regardless, Machamp had other things to worry about. The car had flipped over due to the wave Psyduck had summoned, and both it and the wrestler were barreling towards a wall.

With a grunt of exertion, Machamp pulled his hand free and leapt off of the vehicle, landing on the ground rather ungracefully. He landed on his feet, but they dug into the concrete, leaving a trail, which quickly began to fill with runoff water from the wave as it disappeared. Right as the automobile was about to crash into Machamp…!

He caught it. Of course he did. “Machamp, champ machamp! (Nice try, shrimp! Now eat this!)” The superpower pokémon taunted, before throwing the car at dangerously high speeds towards the duck.
@Psymallard
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Not a Psychic Type
The Duck recovered himself slowly after his turbo dismount, just in time to get smacked by a Chevy. Just his luck. Psyduck was sent bouncing down the road again, not looking in the best shape when he came to a stop at a fire hydrant. The car zoomed right past, and snapped the waterfowl out of his daze. He did have an idea though, and Zen Headbutt the hydrant. It didn't budge, save for some cracking beneath the surface. Instead of doing the work himself, The Duck turned around. "Psyduck psyduck psy, duck psy? [Is that all you got, tough guy?]"
 

DevVoid

Previously Deathstalker62
Death
Though his slice went into nothing, his falling velocity had not stopped. Rather, with one hand letting go and a quick flick of the wrist, the reaper had opened yet another portal below himself, both preventing him from falling into the bombs and keeping himself out of the spade storm. In response to this storm however, Death came out with his own vortex in another portal, this one placed much closer to Jevil yet still out of their view. Hundreds of mini-scythes came flooding out first, then followed by the harvester of souls himself, rapidly spinning and creating a tornado of his own that would catch the mini-scythes, both the ones flooding out and the passive ones within itself and, very soon, his opponent, would they be late to move out of the way.
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

Kassandra, the Eagle-Bearing Misthios


"You fight well," the Spartan commented, "but my odyssey isn't yet over."

However, just as she was about to use her hand wrapped around his throat to push forward and crush the Adept's throat, she felt a surging and stinging pain in her chest. A brief momentary shock registered in her face as her gaze turned downward toward the spike rising from Rebellio's chest, and puncturing clear through her own.

This momentary shock relinquished her grasp, enough for Rebellio to shove her away, procuring a threaded crimson blade in his arm to slash at her before she could recover, an interaction spanning only a couple seconds, the Adept's blade carving a hole along Kassandra's throat.

Stumbling backward, the misthios grasped at her throat as crimson began to gush through the cracks of her fingers like an unholy waterfall, her eyes still wide, staring downward. It was here that she pushed into her second-to-last charge, calling upon her Second Wind, a surge of golden energy pulsing from her body.

Kassandra bared her bloody teeth, pulling her hand away to reveal that the throat slash had sealed, a thin line marking where it had been, though the hole in her chest had only halfway healed.

"Alright then," she huffed, echoing Specter's own dialogue from her last fight.

Yanking out the Blade of Ares, Kassandra's legs parted, kicking up dust as they moved, her signature battle stance taking form.

Agent Leon S. Kennedy


He cast a glance back upon turning the corner to see his opponent and its shadows closing in. With his own burst of speed, Leon leaped, simultaneously popping off two rounds into the nearest two Weavile that attempted to intercept him, having replaced his shotgun with Matilda during his leap. Leon had leaped for the wall, which he proceeded to kick off of, launching himself opposite at an angle, further down the hall, and toward the stairs that led upward into the statue, all while firing more rounds into each Weavile, his trained eye and arm a blur as he moved with each shot, firing seven more bullets before he even reached the other wall, which he used to bounce off of, rolling to the ground with a couple more shots, aiming for any Weavile that got close, the extended clip of Matilda preventing any reloads yet.

Solid Snake


The flames licked at the missile, but before the torrent could detonate it, it suddenly arched downward, and erupted against the ground, kicking up a cloud of black smoke, giving only a couple seconds of ambiguity to Snake's location, as the smoke shrouded his visage, before he suddenly fell through at a much higher altitude than any human could hope to jump, the soldier having used Cypher to gain a great height leverage and potentially disorient the mech, distance closing between the two as Snake moved in, having done this to also slide an inconspicuous block of C4, which expertly slid between the Robobot's legs at the same time that Snake burst from the smoke. Even if the C4 was stepped on, it would not harm it in the slightest, as only a chemical reaction could set it off, a reaction that set off as Snake pressed a button, activating the chemical reaction to erupt the block of C4 from below as Snake came down from above, intending on closing the distance to a zero.

Revan, the Lost Jedi


"It is," Revan agreed simply, ignoring Specter's egoistic commentary. Despite his long monologues, Revan did not speak again regarding this interaction. Instead, he looked away from Specter toward the ignorant and unassuming Hareta.​
 
Jevil
As Death’s own cyclone of projectiles emerged, Jevil’s spade vortex expanded and moved, causing the two to collide. Soon enough the entire battlefield was surrounded by a tornado of spades and scythes. Jevil grinned at the chaos happening around him, happily spinning upwards, releasing diamonds from his body as he did so.

Jevil then pointed a finger towards Death, several bombs appearing around the jester. “I must say, you’re better at this game than I thought! However, I’m afraid you will be leaving this field distraught!“ The darkener said, before the bombs around him exploded, concealing his body with their smoke.

Suddenly, Jevil appeared directly behind Deaty, going in for a scythe swing!
@DevVoid

Machamp
”Ma ma champ Machamp ma! (All I got? Please! I could crush you in 4 secs tops, little guy!)” Machamp responded with a shrug and a grin, before he tore up a massive piece of asphalt and threw it at the duck at the speed of a cannonball! He then tore up another piece with a different arm, tearing up with another with a different arm while a different one was in the process of throwing its piece. This process created a relentless barrage of dangerous, massive projectiles, and Machamp showed no sign of stopping, simply moving to another part of the street when he ran out of concrete.
@Psymallard
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Rebellio

"Of course killing a demigod wouldn't be that easy..." Rebellio rasped out, still recovering from nearly being choked to death. That was close. Far too close.

Now on his feet, more of the Adept's thread began flowing into his blade, morphing it into a scythe in a matter of seconds. Kassandra had drawn her own weapon, entering her signature battle stance. Her wounds hadn't fully healed, but whatever ability or magic she had just used would surely keep her in the fight for longer. It reminded him of how he'd regrown an arm made of thread during his own fight with Chief.

Deciding not to give his opponent any more time to recover, Rebellio lunged toward his opponent, opening with a quick overhead slash before transitioning into a flurry of strikes that aimed to keep Kassandra on the defensive, in hopes of breaking through her weakening guard. The end was close. He just had to find an opportunity and seize it.
 
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Kassandra, the Eagle Bearing Misthios


Head-to-head the two warriors clashed, Rebellio bursting forth with a slash coming downward from above, to which the misthios swung her blade against, sparks flying as she deflected the attack, then a wide horizontal swing with the scythe, to which Kassandra defended against in equal measure, Rebellio's speed increasing as he let loose hacks and slashes with his scythe, a "whoom" permeating the air between them with each swing, each sound interrupted by the clang of steel as Kassandra kept up, but she was being forced to take a step back. Step after step, she deflected and blocked the blows from the scythe, but she could feel her energy waning. She wasn't accustomed to such fast-paced engagements for extended periods.

All it took was one slip-up, as the clashes extended from seconds into over a minute of consecutive deflecting and blocking and parrying. Arms burning, Kassandra pushed back against another slash, but her mistake was putting so much weight into her deflection, as Rebellio's following slash moved too quickly for her to move and deflect as she had been, the blade of the scythe gashing along her arm, tearing open her bicep, to which the woman let out a sharp shout, and hardened her focus.

Her second mistake came when she mistook the strength of another blow from Rebellio, the adept using Kassandra's own strength to knock his attack aside, allowing him to swing it in a doubly-lethal swing, the blade punching through the same hole in the demigod's chest created earlier, the scythe piercing out of her back.

With the grit of her teeth, Kassandra let out a shout, slamming her free forearm against the threaded scythe, breaking it in half and leaving the blade lodged inside of her as she stepped forward with a yell, closing the short distance between them and attempting to cut her opponent down before he could conjure up an alternative defense.​
 

Gamingfan

Previously Gamingfan2
Amaterasu
The sun goddess looked proudly as Turner was sent flying. She had sat down, watching Turner from a distance away. As Turner picked himself off the floor, she tensed slightly, before tilting her head at the seemingly random question. What she fought for?
Well, Amaterasu wasn't one for words or monologuing, so she answered through actions Her tail swished, creating a circle above herself
As soon as the ink evaporated, the sky above brightened exponentially, the sun's ever-encompassing light warming the two creatures as it shooed any shadows lurking around away. As the sun incarnate, Amaterasu hoped her message came across. She wanted to protect everything. Nature, humans, even strange looking beasts like Turner.
It was her duty, as Mother of All.

Weavile
Leon lept above and aimed for the Weavile below. The Weavile saw it coming, however, and kicked off the floor, propelling themselves up and slashing at Leon.
Before promptly vanishing upon contact.
In fact, from Leon's perspective upon looking up, Weavile herself seemed to disappear, leaving him running in the empty hallway. It was when Leon would reach the stairs when all hell broke loose.
The ceiling appeared to crack, and promptly collapsed, loosened chunks falling in front of the stairs. It was unlikely that Leon would be able to make it without getting crushed, and even more unlikely he'd advance anywhere with the rubble blocking the steps.
Some more chunks fell from above Leon before Weavile, having taken advantage of her distraction to discreetly dig into the ceiling, burst out of it. Though it was rather hard to see her, seeing as she had just flung a sizable, partway frozen chunk of the ceiling herself. Even if it missed or was split, it would simply shatter into smaller, widespread, but still dangerous pieces coated in dark energy.

Robobot Armor
The mech managed to explode the missile, however, it lost visual on the target. As if that wasn't enough, it heard an impact from behind. The mech raised its fist, before opening its "mouth" and scanning one of the rocks Shroom propelled. In a flash, it changed from Fire Mode to Stone Mode, possessing two massive fist-shaped boulders instead of flamethrowers. It quickly made use of one, smashing into the floor as to send a counterwave of force. Propelling the rocks back, prematurely initiating the C4, and blowing the smoke away, fully revealing Snake in the air. As he fell above the armor, it swung another rocky fist across itself as if to knock the soldier away.

Dark Matter
Metal Sonic gripped onto one of the spikes, seemingly assuming Dark Matter would be at a disadvantage. It's electricity surged through Dark Matter....or well, it tried.
As Metal sonic attempted to electrocute the entity, it changed its texture into something more similar to stone. The lightning did little to it as Dark Matter forcefully dashed backwards, its numerous spikes spinning like drills for added damage
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Hareta


"Huh...not many people finished yet, huh?"

Hareta looked up on the screen, seeing only a select few names have actually went on. Specter, who was that weird guy in the floating chair, himself, and...master Chief? Had he met him before?

Looking around the plaza, there weren't a lot of figures to see, so one of the only other ones standing there was a rather sticky super soldier, carefully monitoring his surroundings. So of course, the boy made his way to cheif.

"Hey! You finished your round too? Man, guess that makes you strong, huh?" Hareta beamed.
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Yduckpsay
The slab of road Machamp threw soon grew much larger from Psyduck's point of view. He dove to the side, and it instead hit the fire hydrant. The hydrant was busted by the force, and it sprayed water dozens of feet into the air. The water came down as droplets, basically artificial rain! This activated The Duck's Swift Swim ability, and as the second asphalt projectile approached, he spun to the side. He continued to dance around Machamp's projectiles; allowing the brute to wear himself out with his subpar range game. Heck, Psyduck even threw a couple Hydro Pumps back at the Superpower Pokémon. After he was done showing off his ability for a bit, he turned tail and ran ever closer to the Route 3 part of the stage. Though, as soon as he left the range of the fire hydrant, his speed rapidly turned to normal...

Urnertay
"You fight for the sun? Light? Good? Like in fairy tales? I don't believe that's a real answer. Everyone has a selfish reason to fight, or even to kill, so I don't buy it. Maybe I'm the fool for expecting a real answer from a wolf."
The last line was spoke with venom, indicating a very bad history with Amaterasu's species. Then, Turner waved the rapier around with some flair, indicating a readiness to resume. He began slowly strafing around his foe, alert, and slowly attempting to lead the Mother of All towards the giant sakura tree for a final confrontation.
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

Agent Leon S. Kennedy


He could hear the rumbling of ripping concrete before he saw it. Then came the cracks, and Leon deduced almost exactly what was taking place. With a lunge, Kennedy dove forward, sliding barely through the gap the rubble left behind. The room he'd entered was the staircase, its structural design not too dissimilar from scaffolding, to which Leon quickly took cover behind a steel beam, ice shards bursting all about, though this cover spared him from it.

In the time it took for Weavile to execute its latest attack, Leon had yanked out another grenade, similar to the flash bang in appearance, and as he emerged from cover, he opened fire with Matilda upon the Pokémon, though his strategy at the moment went beyond just shooting a gun. He wanted to get it close, but he could work with it if this creature decided it preferred range for the moment as well.

Solid Snake


The fist came for Snake, but the soldier had the edge in reflexes of the two, twisting his body enough so that when the fist swung for him, he grasped onto it, effectively preventing being swatted aside. The C4 that the Robobot had tried to set off wasn't privy to some rocks activated it, being a chemically-activated device, leaving the block to the side for now, as Snake elected to prevent activating it just yet.

Instead, he placed a planted mine upon the rocky gauntlet before the fist had even finished being thrown, and Snake utilized the remaining momentum of the swing to soar off and away from the Robobot, rolling backwards along the ground and sliding to a stop as he stood upon one knee. "Now," he muttered, pressing down the activation fob, and detonating the planted mine while Shroom would undoubtedly hinder the Robobot from its other side.

Master Chief


The first thing he did upon stepping into the lobby was look up at the sky, seeing the cracks above. Still there, and none had yet to be added. The first had appeared the round before last, the second by his hand upon touching the key, so if there were more, nobody else had touched a key. That meant there was an opportunity to find another person "selected" as he had, though for whoever had done it before him... he hadn't a clue who they were.

"Wow, I'm getting kind of nervous," Kalmiya spoke up inside of the Spartan's helmet. "Just four of us left in the Winner's Bracket. No pressure, right?"

John didn't respond. Instead, he turned his gaze upon the brackets to see the results thus far. His match had concluded rather quickly, but there was something wrong. Those who'd been eliminated from the WB this round, only one could be located in the lobby. Uratekumon didn't appear, but more importantly, Copen didn't appear either. Kalmiya couldn't locate them either. This was cause for concern.

He focused instead upon the screen displaying Rebellio's match. Even at a glance, it wasn't hard to note how the fight was bloody and brutal, the human woman impressing in strength, but despite that, they seemed fairly matched in many regards.

"Hey! You finished your round too? Man, guess that makes you strong, huh?"

The voice had come from behind John, who turned his head to look over his shoulder, watching the small boy approach. He didn't need to look again at the bracket to know that this was already his confirmed next opponent. Just a kid, and much younger than even Rebellio. He'd glimpsed at the boy's pets and own physical attributes based upon his fight with the metallic hedgehog. In a sense, Hareta reminded John of himself, if the SPARTAN-II program had never acquired him---though Chief doubted he'd have been as kind of an individual if UNSC virtues hadn't been drilled into him. He'd been something of a bully before he was inducted into the the SPARTAN-II program.

Unprompted, Kalmiya's holographic form materialized as her given avatar between John and Hareta before the Chief could answer, though he didn't have any responses for the boy's words. "Hi there!" she waved her greeted at Hareta.​
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Hareta


Before long, Kamilya came out to greet the boy, waving as she said her hellos. He stopped in his tracks, taking a moment to admire the AI.

"Ooooh, I saw you when you were smaller, but I didn't think you could be big too! And I can see through you too..."

Giving an inquisitive poke at her stomach, he was surprised to see his finger pop through her. And so he kept poking more and more, poking her shoulders, thigh, neck, and face.
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Rebellio

Kassandra's blade quickly drew blood, her quick retaliation catching the Falcon off guard as her initial slash cut along his exposed abdomen, blood leaking from the wound, earning a sharp inhale from Rebellio, the Adept stepping backward- but the misthios had already slashed two more times. One cut through what remained of his right forearm's armor, slicing through the metal and going all the way up to his shoulder. The following slash struck his chest, sparks bouncing off the bulkier armor around the area, the Blade of Ares managing to cut a couple inches deep.

Another quick slash was aimed for his head, Rebellio acting in a split second to block it with his left arm, letting out a shout as the blade dug into it. Crimson thread suddenly burst from the limb, wrapping around the misthios' weapon in an attempt to ensnare it and pry it from her grip with surprising force. If successful, the Falcon would be quick to summon a threaded blade in his other arm, slashing at her twice before aiming to stab through her head.

The Knight

The automaton had replaced its flamethrowers with a pair of rocky fists, sending a shockwave and plenty of rocks in Shroom's direction. The bug stood its ground, beginning to Focus as a dark blue shell covered its entire body, protecting it from the robot's attacks- though a crack formed along it. Three more attacks and the Baldur Shell would shatter.

The Baldur Shell disappeared once the Robobot Armor's attack ended, The Knight heading right back in while Snake kept the mech busy. Right as Snake soared off its fist, Shroom unleashed a Cyclone Slash to its back, the lack of flames making it much safer to attack. The bug spun around with its Pure Nail in hand, delivering a flurry of quick slashes that could quickly rack up damage.
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

Master Chief


John watched in passive quietude as the young boy began to curiously poke at the holographic form. Kalmiya chuckled in response, almost as though she'd been tickled, despite the fact that she wasn't really feeling anything. A method of indulgence to interact with the kid in a way he could reciprocate, possibly? It made a vague memory of another John rise up in Chief's mind.

The roar of an engine. The small boy clad in green widened his eyes as he stared about at the warthog he'd just entered. "Whoa..." he breathed, and John gave the smallest of smiles beneath his helmet while Cortana teased him, Chief having revved the engine of the warthog.

In reality, there was only about an eight year difference between that version of himself and who he was now. Four, if you shaved off time in cryosleep. A lot could happen in four years, though. Cortana's death, revival, and betrayal most notable among events of his world. He wasn't the same man he used to be. He was more... detached than he once was. Maybe that younger version of himself would have encouraged Kalmiya's playful behavior. Maybe he would have interacted with the kid in such a friendly manner as well.

Not now, though.

All business. All bite. Kalmiya and Fernando had been aiding in weakening those walls he'd put up since Cortana's Created had assumed command of the galaxy, but those walls were sturdy. He simply could not bring himself to feel genuine emotion in the way he once could.

Spartans had always been confused for being automatons, androids, or part machine. They walked, talked, and killed in such a cold, calculated, and robotic fashion. But they were all human. As of late, however, Chief felt the robot comparison was especially accurate for himself, more than ever. So much so that it even shocked him at times, just how cold he had become.

Rebellio had been easier to interact with. He was older, his understanding of reality more... concrete than any child's could be. Even with faced with the horrors of reality at the age of 6, John had never truly understood his role or the galaxy around him until he was much older. As tough as Spartan training had been, as brutal and unforgiving as waking up and falling asleep each day was, to his 6 year old mind something about it all had seemed like a game, and that young John couldn't stand losing at any games.

Hareta, though, was naive, for lack of better term. He had a basic understanding of good and evil, but his perception on the harsh realities of the world weren't fully fleshed out. No matter what horrors he could have experienced, he maintained a civil innocence. That was something worth preserving.

"My name's Kalmiya," the AI introduced herself, waving the hand away in a joyous manner, a bright smile stretching her pale, blue face. "I am an Artificial Intelligence. My avatar," she gestured toward her body to indicate her physical appearance was her avatar, "is a projection of electro-neutrons and light particles, exfoliated and manipulated by my companion's MJOLNIR Gen 3 power armor."

It was needlessly complex, and John doubted the kid would catch onto any of that. Kalmiya seemed to think the same thing, so she reiterated a moment later; "By that, I mean I'm the equivalent of a television screen without the television!"

Kassandra


She got in a few solid, near-lethal licks, but anything to end the fight right then managed to be halted. Kassandra swung for the head, but the thread that enveloped her blade was a surprise. She'd been expecting him to dodge or use his thread to soften a blow as he had for most of the fight. In her lapse in judgement, the blade was torn from her grip, followed by two quick slashes against her, cutting into her armor, greatly absorbing much of the lethality and allowing her to refocus herself in time for the stab at her skull.

Her hands shot up, clapping together against the blade, stopping it dead, but the misthios let out a gasp, the sword having plunged into her skull. Not extraordinarily deep, but it was impossible not to notice, just above her right eye. Her eyes unfocused for a moment before she slammed her hand against the blade, snapping it in half and leaving the tip lodged into her forehead.

The Eagle-Bearer stumbled backward, losing her footing, and collapsing onto her rear as she reached a hand up to grasp the thread sticking out of her skull. "Gah..." she sputtered out, trying to push herself back to her feet, but wobbling as she moved, disoriented, the blade having muddled her mind quite literally. She was acting almost in a drunken stupor, as she had before. "Not bad... wow... everything's spinning..."​
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Rebellio
The threaded blade hit its mark. It didn't quite finish her off, but it certainly left her disoriented. Rebellio slowly approached the misthios as she attempted to get back up, the Falcon's right arm covered in blood, dangling near uselessly due to the injuries it'd sustained. A scythe conjured in his left hand as Kassandra commented on both his attack's effectiveness and her almost drunken state.

"You fought well..." He spoke, grunting as he moved closer to her. "Truly a seasoned warrior. You probably have a lot to fight for." Rebellio told her, shoulders heaving, scythe resting at his side, giving her a sad smile. "I'm sorry things have to end this way... Having to die fighting in a tournament like this isn't exactly the best way to go out. I hope you can find peace in the afterlife..."

With these words and a grunt of exertion, the Adept swung his scythe one last time, aiming for the healed injury on her neck. A swift death to end her suffering.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Hareta


"My avatar, which is a projection of electro-neutrons and light particles, exfoliated and manipulated by my companion's MJOLNIR Gen 3 power armor."

Hareta stood with his head cocked in silence. One could practically see the question park hovering over his head. This was apparent, so Kamilya addressed in in a different, more simplistic way.

"By that, I mean I'm the equivalent of a television screen without the television!"

"Ohhhh, I gotcha!" Hareta ogled, putting a fist down to his palm in a 'I got it!' Fashion. "So does that make green guy the TV?"

He pointed over to Chief, who was silent throughout this entire conversation. He's pretty tall, is that cause he has to make room for the TV in there? Is that guy a guy? Or is he a robot?

Sniffing the air around Chief like a hound, he exhaled, making sure he got the scent right. Yeah, definitely a guy. But like, why all the armor stuff? What do these guys even do? Extreme rock climbing?
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

Kassandra


"I hope you can find peace in the afterlife..."

As he spoke, the misthios yanked the shard out of her skull, spattering the ground in a splash of crimson, though it didn't do much to alleviate her disorientation. However, not much more time was delivered, as the next moment of a slash made everything go perpetually dark.

...

Winner: Rebellio!
Loser: Kassandra!


The fanfare of victory music began to echo throughout the ruined streets of Ancient Athens.

Master Chief


"In a sense, I suppose he could be considered a television!" Kalmiya remarked in agreement with Hareta, glancing back at John with a smirk, though her eyes appeared to grow distant for a moment as she stared through Chief, her smile faltering, and she turned to look back at Hareta as the boy strangely sniffed about the Spartan, who still didn't react or speak.

"It seems we're opponents next round," the AI stated, her voice laced with concern over this. "I'm sure we can negotiate with the Host to make sure-"

"That won't be necessary," John finally spoke, cutting the hologram off as he stared down at Hareta. "He's a commander. Right?" the Spartan asked, almost rhetorically. "You don't need to get hurt for our fight to take place."

Chief then lowered himself in a surprising gesture to Kalmiya, who watched as the Spartan stopped at a kneeling position. Even on a knee, John still stood over the boy, though was much closer to eye-level now. "More than that, you're a fighter. I don't want to hurt you, Hareta," Chief claimed. "So promise me something. When we fight? Command as best as you can, but don't interfere if you can help it. I'll fight your team as best as I can," he offered a hand to the boy, Chief's best way of showing mutual respect. "Deal?"​
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Hareta



"Huh? We are?"

Hareta looked up at the roster, finding his name next to master chief's. Oh, so THATS Master Cheif. He was about to remark on it when the previously silent man approached. He knelt down closer to his level and gave an earnest suggestion: that he not fight, but rather his Pokémon only. Hareta frowned at this, finding chief's hand over him lingering, awaiting a reply.

"A commander huh? That what you called me? I never seen any commander lead from the back, that wouldn't be very leader material, huh?"

Hareta put a determined expression as he looked toward the visor of the chief, which reflected his own image back at him.

"We fight as a unit, so what if I get hurt? I shouldn't expect them to do anything I'm not willing to do myself! So if we are gonna fight, we are gonna fight together!"
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

Master Chief


"So if we are gonna fight, we are gonna fight together!"

There it was, that spark of familiarity with which John was accustomed to in himself. His hand retracted as he fell silent for a moment, clearly in thought and reflection. He'd assumed incorrectly about the relationship Hareta had with his team. He didn't perceive himself above them, but equal to them. It was exactly as Chief viewed himself and the surviving Spartan-II's. The response was nearly the same as Chief would have given had he been told to send his family into battle without joining them.

Hareta was valid in his response.

While that did conflict a little with the "1v1" status of the tournament itself, that wasn't what John was worried about. He didn't feel especially good about kicking the shit out of some kid, but he'd keep himself from killing the boy for as long as possible, which is why he needed to strategize an effective map, one where whatever Hareta picked wouldn't seriously conflict his operation.

"You're not a commander," Chief stated, giving a small nod to the boy. "Those creatures you fight with aren't just your soldiers. They're your family."

Once more, John extended an arm. "Then we'll give each other everything we've got. Understood?"​
 

DevVoid

Previously Deathstalker62
Death and Jevil
( Auto permission granted by @Captain Pokémon )

Despite the Jester's best attempts, the Reaper maintained his own cyclone, even with the occasional spade or diamond hitting him. It was only when the smoke bombs went off when the Reaper stopped his spinning on a dime, causing all the gathered air to promptly disperse into all directions, pushing Jevil back upon re-appearance and clearing the smoke clouds.

The darkner looked around for his opponent, but could hear a sound behind him, and managed to intercept a slash of his enemy's scythe with that of his own. Together, the two traded blows, where Jevil was quick with his swings, Death was cautious and tactical. The two's blades clashed against each other, sparks flying with each collision. Soon, the two locked blades, each fighter trying to find an opening for an attack.

That is, when Death did something unexpected. Using a quick surge of strength, Death forced his opponent to first lower their Scythe, then he raised his own quickly, breaking up both the clashing of blades and creating a circular bubble of red energy around himself, which caught his laughing opponent off-guard and pushed them back as it dealt damage to them.

However, the reaper would not hold mercy, and before the jester could warp off again, a massive, metallic skeleton hand reached out behind him, grabbing onto his torso. Several more portals would end up opening afterwards, firing out tons of hands and keeping the darkner in place by constantly applying more and more pressure in their grip strength, the jester struggling to free himself by rapidly summoning his projectiles and bombs at the hands.

With a sadistic grin, Death raised a hand and looked at his opponent with malice, floating towards him.

" You foolish clown! Your idiotic play is at an end! It is time for you to step down, for your soul from your body I shall rend! "

And with that, Death had raised his scythe and swung it down onto the jester, its blade gripping the soul of the jester and ripping it from its host's body, giving it the form of a red orb, a Bullet-type Soul.

...

Winner: Death!
Loser: Jevil!


The same fanfare as before had begun playing, but this hadn't stopped the reaper from opening his jaws and swallowing the soul into the dark pits of his magical body. With his opponent slain, the Reaper headed wordlessly through the archway and back into the plaza, awaiting to vanquish the next fighter.
 
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Metal Sonic
As Dark Matter charged at Metal, spikes spinning like a drill, the robot came up with a strategy. As Dark Matter neared, Metal’s torso turned around completely, revealing the engine. The thruster then violently flared to life, exploding in front of Dark Matter at point blank range. While this was an attack, it also blasted Metal back quite a distance, getting him out of danger for the moment.

Once he was far enough away, Metal’s thruster deactivated and he landed on the ground. However, once he did, he seized up, his whole body malfunctioning. His eyes glitched out, occasionally disappearing entirely. He shook violently, beeping rapidly in distress. He must have overloaded his system with the energy attacks. He smoked slightly, but was starting to rapidly recover.
@Gamingfan
 

Gamingfan

Previously Gamingfan2
Dark Matter
Fire seared across Dark Matter's...well...suppose Stone Matter's more apt..spikes. The flames burned through a little more than the tips of the spikes, causing slight damage to Dark Matter. No matter, it's gone through worse.
The entity remained still in the smoke cloud, seemingly inert. Internally, however, it could feel Metal at a distance. Despite its robotic nature, it could sense the emotions it felt.
And nothing gave it more delight than the hodgepodge of pain it gave as it glitched.
As if emboldened by this, the spikes were forcefully shot out of Dark Matter, who shifted back to it's natural look soon after.
The launched spikes flew much like a shotgun, a wide wave of them with smoldering tips aimed toward Metal Sonic.
 
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Metal Sonic
As the spikes neared, Metal was almost recovered. He wasn’t fully functional, but he could move. Due to the spike wave’s large area of effect, there was a considerable amount of space to maneuver in between the projectiles.

Metal began to walk forward, sidestepping the occasional spike, as he rapidly began to recover from the emergency vent. He opened and closed his fists and his eyes stopped flickering. He beeped in determination and anger before firing a quick laser from his chest at Dark Matter. He didn’t expect this to do much. While powerful, the laser was rather thin. Instead, this was a quick poke to see how the blob would react.
@Gamingfan
 

Gamingfan

Previously Gamingfan2
Dark Matter
Dark Matter charged at the laser directly. Before it could strike him, however, a hexagonal projection absorbed the laser and moved away. Dark Matter itself was undeterred as it stabbed its Rainbow Sword towards Metal Sonic. Even if Metal Sonic (likely) evaded the hit, the projection would fire out the laser into another one, which would expertly reflect it into where Metal Sonic is.
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Rebellio

Another life claimed. A feeling of guilt washed over Rebellio as Kassandra’s head rolled along the ground. A feeling he was far too familiar with, and one that seemed to never diminish in the slightest despite his many battles.

The city of Athens was soon consumed by the void as fanfare began playing. A bright light enveloped Rebellio, bringing him back to his prison jumpsuit in an instant, Falcon Quill pinned to the jacket draped over his shoulders. With a sigh, the Adept turned to face the newly opened wormhole, walking through it without a word.

Now back in the lobby, Rebellio looked up at the tournament bracket to find that not many fights had concluded yet. Chief’s own fight seemed to have concluded pretty quickly compared to last round. He was even chatting with his next opponent: Hareta. A child. That didn’t sit quite well with him. Chief probably felt the same. The Falcon’s handcuffs clinked as he approached the two, his usual soft smile back on his face.

"I take it both of your fights went well?"
 
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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

Solid Snake (co-written w/ ArmedBlue)


KA-BOOM!

A smoldering stump was what remained of the Robobot's blocky gauntlet as it reeled back from the explosive Snake had planted on its arm. He immediately sprang into action, sprinting toward his discarded block of C4 whilst Shroom began to rapidly hack and slash at the momentarily stunned robot, damage racking up as each cut pierced the shell deeper and deeper, but the automaton spun about, slamming its stump of an arm directly into the small creature, which went flying backward, skidding across the ground. Shroom would have fallen right off the edge of the small arena had it not stabbed its nail into the ground, dragging itself to a halt.

The Robobot turned, processing the block of C4 sailing right for it. Snake had kicked it toward the automaton, and before it could mount a counter, the explosive detonated early, blasting the robot back, smoke clinging to it as the robot shuddered from the second explosion in a row, and leaving Shroom open again for an attack.

A shadow-cloaked Shroom dashed straight through the mech's body from behind, leaving a thin slash along its midsection, additionally exposing some of its internals. Aware of this trick, the Robobot threw its one remaining fist straight towards the bug- but the Vessel had learned as well, making use of its Monarch Wings and nail to propel itself above the rocky gauntlet.

Now positioned above the vulnerable automaton, Shroom raised a nub before crashing down with incredible force, smashing through the cockpit with Descending Dark, releasing a blast of SOUL and shadow on impact. The top of the mech was left nearly unrecognizable due to the attack, the Knight quickly leaping off just before the robot could retaliate, giving Snake the chance to swoop in and keep up the attack.

A mechanical groan was released from the automaton as it was double-teamed, Shroom making quick work, and the moment he had moved away, another explosion rang out, a missile having punched into the Robobot from Snake's shoulder-mounted launcher.

The battered Robobot flew backward---then off the edge of the map. It didn't resurface. However, the remaining two competitors knew what had to happen next, and Snake was the first to move, having replaced his launcher with a beretta and opened fire at the bug.

Shroom was quick to act once Snake pulled out a new weapon, closing in on the soldier's right as it dodged the bullets as well as it could. One bullet pierced through its already charred horn, bits of the shell and Void trailing behind the bug, while it managed to block another incoming bullet with its Pure Nail.

White energy gathered around its body in a split second, when the Vessel suddenly zipped forward, ending up behind the soldier as it performed a Great Slash to his back.

His eyes moved with Shroom's movements, even if his body wasn't as quick. Snake turned, and while he was much faster than any regular human, he still couldn't dodge the slash, instead raising his forearm to take the brunt. A lesion was created, but Snake used the close distance to bring up a knee as though a cobra might strike, intending on bashing it into the small creature before clasping his hands together to form an organic club, and bringing it down from above to smash Shroom into the ground.

Snake's physical prowess proved effective, the knee knocking the bug upwards before his hands smashed it into the ground just as quickly, smashing a hole through the back of its mask, more Void seeping from the opening. Shroom's Thorns of Agony soon activated, a series of sharp, black tendrils jutting out from within its cloak, aiming to cut, stab and slash at anything in its vicinity.

Eyes widening, the upper part of his eyelids disappearing beneath his bandanna, Snake saw the signature of the black void-esque allotment, and then the tendrils began to strike. He leaped backward, one of the tendrils stabbing toward him, though it only managed to put a gash in his cheek, running over his cheek bone. Upon deftly landing, Snake continued to move in a backwards somersault, putting up some distance.

Where he'd stood just a second ago sat a mine, signature of Snake's strategy, and it went off.

KA-BOOM!

A fiery explosion engulfed Shroom, the bug being sent flying by the blast, its previously white mask completely charred, cloak reduced to bits, and most of its shell destroyed. Rolling to a stop near the edge of the map, the Vessel's gaze locked onto Snake. With no will to break, the bug fired two quick moving Shade Souls in the soldier's direction.

Sliding to a stop, Snake had once again shouldered his launcher, firing a missile that intercepted the first shade, erupting in a cloud of smoke that the second shade burst out of, undeterred. Without the time to launch another missile, Snake swung his rocket launcher about like a club, smashing it against the second projectile, which left an angry, molten color on the weapon.

Tossing it aside, Snake procured two cylindrical canisters from his belt, flicking the tabs off of them and tossing them to either side, crimson smoke beginning to billow heavily out of the clouds, quickly making their way to engulfing the arena.

Shroom could do nothing to stop the smoke from spreading, though it was hard to tell if this was an actual attack or just a diversion. Without enough SOUL to Focus and heal up, the bug pushed through the smoke in an attempt to find Snake. Pulling out its Lumafly Lantern to help its visibility, the bug headed toward where it'd last seen Snake, ready to unleash a Great Slash at a moment's notice.

As Shroom moved forward, through the dense and thick deep maroon that engulfed it, it could make out something through the smoke a few feet in front of it, previously obscured. A block of C4. A second later, it went off, though that wasn't the end of that, as the resulting explosion ignited the crimson smoke---a phosphorous chemical.

Snake's legs swung below him as he rose out of the heavy cloud, wisps of the smoke clinging to his legs as it ignited at his beck. While the resulting fire was blinding, and crawled up his legs, Snake's undamaged stealth suit below his waist was flame retardant, leaving him unharmed from his attack as Cypher rose him higher above the mess, before he let go and dropped to the ground as the inflamed smoke dissipated almost as quickly as it had ignited.

The blinding explosion and flames completely engulfed Shroom, sending the bug flying upwards, catching a glimpse of the escaping Snake before falling back into the fiery field. What remained of its shell and cloak had been completely destroyed, revealing its interior to be a mass of Void similar to its mask. A Shade.

Damaged as it was, the being born of God and Void found itself unable to move. The flames grew brighter. Hotter. Closer. The hellish trap soon completely engulfed the helpless creature. No mind to think. No will to break.

No voice to cry suffering.

Light like a fox (a foxhound, that is), Snake bent his legs and absorbed his fall with almost no noise---though that wasn't necessary. The remnants of smoke that began to drift away from the fire revealed... nothing. Just broken pieces of what looked like bone. A fanfare began to echo across the arena as Snake pursed his lips, staring down at the pieces of bone for a moment, before he bent down, grabbed a particularly large and sharp shard, before tucking it away.

His eyes darted toward the edge where the Robobot had been flung. With a sigh, Snake pulled out a cigar, stuck it in his mouth, and lit the end. The gateway opened up before him as his victory theme continued to play over the world, which was slowly turning to a white void as it dissipated. With a puff, Snake sniffed, then stepped through the gateway.​
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Hareta


The boy nodded their head in determination toward Chief, who had changed their demeanor toward Hareta. It seemed he wasn't going to be looking down on him for this point out. Hareta grinned in response.

"Wouldn't have it any other way!"

Battles were pointless if both sides didn't go all out, bringing their upmost power to win. That would be a disrespect to his opponent and the tourney.

That's when Rebellio made his presence known. Hareta turned to him as he approached, his cuffs jingling with every step.

"Huh? Oh, my fight went pretty good! While the guy kept talkin' about pain and sufferin' and all that weird stuff, we eventually had a kinda fun battle. So he's alright, I guess!"

Hareta nodded his head, crossing his arms in certainty. After a few moments passed, he realized he had no idea who in the world he was talking to.

"Oh wait...and uh...who are you?"
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Rebellio
"Ah, where are my manners?" Rebellio chuckled. "My name is Rebellio. I'm a friend of Master Chief here. We happened to fight way back during prelims." He introduced himself, holding one of his hands out for a handshake. The kid seemed determined to win. Eager, even.

"Hareta, right? You look pretty excited about this upcoming battle. Do you... enjoy fighting?" The Falcon asked, curious about his outlook on not just battles, but the tournament as well. Rebellio himself didn't exactly enjoy fighting. He'd been forced into violence even before joining Sumeragi. The only reason he did the things he did back home was to protect his family. Besides, he had to keep staving off his own death sentence. At least that burden had been lifted off him ever since the tournament started.

...Well, he was still being forced to fight to the death here as well. At least he had people to talk to here. And lemonade. Generic Host wasn't someone Rebellio liked, but he sure had some good lemonade.
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
Hareta


Hareta looked back and forth from the two extended hands. Looked like shaking hands was pretty popular in these parts. Taking both hands, he jumped up, flinging between the two, using the two hands as a swing. Landing down on the other side of them atop a small pillar, he turned back around toward Rebellio with an eager grin. Looks like that sheet wasn't fading at all. He crossed his arms, looking down at the two from his new height.

"I'm Hareta! Fighting is what I do!" He beamed. "I wanna fight tough guys, and since you two made it this far, you guys must be really strong! That means it'll be a better battle!"
 

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Previously turnt3chGodh34d

Master Chief


A snort came out of Kalmiya as Hareta used the hands like a swing to launch himself off of. She covered her mouth and nose with a humored grin, uttering a muffled "sorry, sorry" between giggles at Hareta's actions. John rose back up to his full height, not really having much of a response for Hareta's words that he hadn't already addressed. Instead, the Spartan's head turned to look toward Rebellio.

"Good fight," was what he offered in his stiff delivery, about as close as John could muster for genuine compliments these days. His hand was still somewhat outstretched, so the Spartan awkwardly offered that to Rebellio to fulfill their innate need to shake another hand after being rejected by the wild child.​
 

ArmedBlue

Previously Manu456Alola
Rebellio
"I-I see..."

After Hareta's unexpected (and admittedly hilarious) display, the Falcon turned to face Master Chief, who offered his own, already outstretched hand to him, as well as a compliment on his performance. After a brief, slightly awkward handshake, Rebellio spoke once more.

"You too. We're already at the semi-finals. Not too long before the tournament comes to a close," He commented, glancing over at the bracket above them. "Do you... have a plan? For when this whole thing is over?"
 

Psymallard

Previously mallard
Maduck(auto perms granted)
The waterfowl was well on his way to the pond of safety, but Machamp had other plans. Psyduck had the headstart, so the muscle man opted for throwing something instead of trying to catch up. So, burying all four fists in the asphalt, he tore up a length of the entire street! Then, displaying his immense strength, he let fly the sheet of road. It crashed upright in front of The Duck, acting like a wall in his path. He skid to a stop before the wall, and turned around just to see a 6-foot mass of muscle rapidly approaching. Psyduck pressed himself back against the wall. He panicked, eyes searching for anything to help him out. Then he spotted the PokéMart to his left, and had an idea. The Duck rushed into the shop.
Soon after, Machamp burst through the wall, disregarding the door three feet to his left, and looked around for his yellow football of a foe. His searching was soon rewarded as Psyduck did peek over the counter... with an Ultra Ball in his beak! Using Hydro Pump, the black-and-yellow orb smacked Machamp square in the forehead, then opening to trap the bodybuilder within.
Psyduck vaulted the counter with swagger, and picked up Machamp's prison victoriously. He expected the fanfare to play, but instead, the Pokéball tried to jerk out of his hands! The buffoonish bird once again underwent a state of panic, and rushed out of the backdoor, using the alley to get around his enemy's makeshift wall, all while wrestling with the Ultra Ball. Once outside, Psyduck stuffed it into his mouth once again to launch it high into the air.
This was when the Superpower Pokémon victoriously busted out with a pose... before realizing his predicament. He fell, flapping his four arms all the way, and although this did not work, the effort was admirable. Machamp smashed through the thick wooden bridge of Unova's Route 3, and splashed into the corresponding pond. Psyduck dove in with a bit more grace, and began swimming past Machamp, using Zen Headbutt on the landlubber upon each passing. Machamp had had enough, and encased both fists in electricity. This temporarily halted The Duck's assault, shocking him half to death, before his eyes flashed white, and Thunder Punch was thus disabled.
However, it bought enough time for the 4-armed humanoid to, with a mighty flap of his arms, shoot out of the water in an attempt to get out of Psyduck's ideal battlefield, but he was followed by another Zen Headbutt, clocking him square in the jaw. The stronger of the two swatted Psyduck away. The out-of-shape bird got his bearings as he spiraled through the air, and managed to reverse his momentum with Hydro Pump, spinning himself like a corkscrew as his cranium became encased in a familiar magenta energy as he did. The Psyduck Cannonball smashed into Machamp's chest as he was still midair, and sent him skipping across the pond and hard into the mudbank. In place of Machamp's usually very conscious eyes were two black spirals, indicating defeat. Meanwhile, Psyduck plopped back into the water, very dizzy.

Vicotory: Psyduck!

The Duck strut out of the gate with the confidence of an already arrogant bird with four wins under his belt. He didn't know who his next battle was against, but frankly, his ego was too inflated to mind. He hoped it was that Metal dude, he hated that guy.

The Wolf and the Hare

Turner continued his cautious strafe, a slight limp the only indication of the huge damage Amaterasu has inflicted upon him throughout the course of the battle. The dog made the first move, thrusting forward with her Thunder Edge, but her opponent still managed to evade by jumping, despite his bloodied body screaming against it. The rabbit radical soared towards his target, rapier raised, but his foe managed to twist her weapon and slash upwards, much to Turner's surprise.

The wet sound of flesh ripping was heard, followed by blood splattering against stone. Turner had manage to adjust himself a bit, and the claymore only took off his right leg, having bisected the femur.

Turner saw red, and though Amaterasu figured her attack would stop or at least deter her opponent, the rabbit's blade drew a line across her right cheek and plunged into the corresponding shoulder. The Mother of All still hadn't time to react before she was slugged in the same cheek, disorienting her further. The rabbit then put the dog in a chokehold, struggling against her for a firm grasp so he could snap her neck and end this. In a desperate move, Amaterasu's tail went to work, and drew a lightning bolt in the air. A violent burst of electricity filled the area. Turner let go of Amaterasu, and his body convulsed with the enormous energy running through it. When he stopped, he did not move again.

Vicotory: Amaterasu!
 
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Metal Sonic (Auto Perms Granted)
Metal sidestepped quicker than the eye could see, to the point where it didn’t seem he had moved his legs at all. As Dark Matter passed, Metal side-eyed him with hatred, before backhanding the blob, sending him back a few meters. However, the bot still had the worry about the reflected laser. He jet upwards to avoid the attack, and remained up there for a moment, scanning the area. There was a large cavern nearby that he could utilize, he could lead the shadow enemy there.

However, Dark Matter wasn’t about to just let him think. He sent several of the mini-matters towards the metallic hedgehog whole also releasing a jagged laser from his eye. In response, Metal dashed forward with enough speed to cause a shockwave. He hit each individual min-matter by zig-zagging between them while also avoiding the large laser in the center of his flight path. Once he landed on the ground, the matters behind him exploded from the impact, but it was delayed due to Metal’s sheer speed. Dark Matter’s eye widened slightly at the maneuver, but was not deterred. He slashed forward once and Metal narrowly avoided the attack. The bot then flew backwards slightly, before curling into a ball and dashing forward, rolling right under the shadow-like swordsman. He then uncurled and turned around, firing three energy balls from his chest. Dark Matter deflected one to the side, narrowly blocked another, but was hit by the third, causing him to stagger back and take damage. Metal seized the opportunity and dashed forward at blitzing speeds, grabbing Dark Matter and dragging him throughout Green Hill.

The two then crashed through a wall of thick rock and entered the large cavern Metal had located earlier. A large waterfall crashed into a massive lake below, the noise echoing throughout the entire area. An ominous, massive robotic fin could also be seen below. A Giant Chopper. Metal decided it was best to leave it alone. They were normally allies, but he assumed that the Host wouldn’t let him have an unfair advantage such as that.

The robot spun around quickly and threw Dark Matter into a wall, causing cracks to spider-web up towards the ceiling. Dark Matter shook his…body(?) in annoyance before pushing off of the wall. He sent several rainbow-bullets towards Metal, who opened his Black Shield to block them. They both then charged towards each other, although Metal was considerably faster and reached his enemy quickly. They both engaged in extreme close combat. Metal punched Dark Matter’s side, but the shadow-enemy hit him on the head with the sword’s hilt in response. Metal then kicked him across the face and scratched his eye, causing Dark Matter to recoil in pain. Before Metal Could utilize this advantage, however, Dark Matter fired a large beam from his eye, which caught Metal directly in the torso, dragging him into a wall.

Metal assessed the damage: a piece of his left arm was chipped off, his head had a dent in it, and his right leg was battered. However, Dark Matter wasn’t looking fantastic either. His eye was damaged and oozing a strange black liquid. The robot dashed forward from his crater, leaving a considerably larger crater in its place. As he neared, Dark Matter morphed into a massive mouth lined with razor sharp teeth that would make any shark jealous and chomped. Metal couldn’t move out of the way in time, so he had to improvise. He screeched go a halt and straightened his body, lining himself up with the mouth. He then caught the top part and his feet pushed against the bottom section. Matter was helpless! A large field of electricity then surrounded Metal, doing big damage to Dark Matter, although the latter quickly formed to stone to reduce damage. Metal dashed backwards and out of the monster’s teeth, while Dark Matter reformed to his standard body, visibly stunned.

Metal dashed forward and kicked him across the face, but Matter slashed at him in return. A large gash was left on Metal’s face while the former beeped in surprise. Dark Matter then slashed him again, this time his torso. He went in for a third slash, but his hand was caught. Metal had only one thing to say.

Dark Matter Data: Copied.

Metal then ripped the sword out of Dark Matter’s hands and changed his stance to one identical to his enemy’s! Dark Matter quickly formed another sword in his hand and attempted to cleave Metal in half, but the attempt was futile as it was easily parried by Metal. During all the time they spent fighting and clashing, Metal was scanning Dark Matter’s battle patterns and could now best him at his own game!

The robot slashed Dark Matter in half with the sword, getting a decent hit in. However, he quickly began to reform from the hit and retain his composure. But Metal slashed again. And again. And again! The speed of his strikes outpaced Dark Matter’s healing and was quickly beginning to completely decompose him! As Metal’s anger and confidence grew, he began adding shocks to his strikes by conducting electricity from his body through the sword, doing extra damage!

How are you doing this?! You never go down, no matter how many times I attack you!”

The enemy’s confidence was clearly shattered as he began to panic.

Metal’s strikes then gained speed, to the point where they were blurred and it seemed ye was striking multiple times at once. Dark Matter was in mere ribbons now, but not finished yet. Metal slashed him once more with a considerable amount of force, causing him to stumble back. Metal then grasped the sword with both hands and hovered off the ground. He spun in a corkscrew motion and dashed directly into Dark Matter’s eye, which was the only solid part of him left. Dark Matter screamed in agony as black liquid sprayed everywhere before Metal pierced through the eye!

And that was it.

The fanfare played and the results were in!

  • Winner: Metal Sonic!
  • Loser: Dark Matter!
The archway appeared, the portal lighting up the previously dark cavern. Metal tossed the sword to the ground and walked through the portal, leaving the arena behind.
 
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Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
....

As Metal passed through the Archway, his rendezvous with the Plaza was cut off, his route redirecting to somewhere else entirely, the void glitching up all around his position. Colors warped and stretched as he found himself registering heat all around him.

Metal's sensors went haywire, sending as if the air itself was made of magma. And yet...he wasn't not melting. The surrounding began to take shape all around him, a familiar area took form. It was...the egg carrier. More accurately, it was the foundry inside the Egg carrier, where most robots were constructed on board.

Fires had erupted all around, a burning red sky seen outside from the holes in the bulkheads. In the room was a massive horde of robot parts, and on the top? A throne twisted from the pieces of Egg Dragoon, a grim statue of a Metal Overlord sitting atop it.





A̧̙͖̖ͨ̾͆͌͛̉̋ͩ͘̕ͅn̛͕̳̤͉̩̖͚̮̳͍̖̮̟̞̳͆̾ͤ̎͗̌͊̿̈́ͩ́̑͆͛͝ö̴́͒̈̇̓̍̐̋̅̌̏́̚͢҉̱̖͓͍͉͕͇̜̰̲̝̦t̷̶̰̖͙̙̬̩̱͍͎̰͇̭͎͖̫̿̓̒̎͗ͪ̅ͨ́̚͜ͅh̷̪̗̼̯̟̝̭̥̬̼͙̤̩̫͂̓̍ͮ͒͌ͬ͑̓̓̀̋̿ͭ̿͘͝e̽̔͗̋̋̅́̚͟͏̢̘̟̮̻͍̺͉̮̳͢ȑ͙͍̝̺̪ͥ̆͋̌͊̏ͤ̋͐̊ͬ̀ͥ̕͡͞ ̎̊͛͏̸̙͈̗͕̦̘͓͚̥L̡̢̛̤͉̙̼͎̪̯͎̃̊ͭͬ̎̿̏̅ǫͫ͒͗ͩ̍ͨͭ͆ͨ̈͆ͭ͊ͣ̂̚͏̸̵̖̻̝͕̯͔͕͔̗̱̥̬̕a̴̡̖͓̠̝̠̰̰̘͋ͥͩ̄͊̔ͪ̈̓̎̾ͯͩ͆͂͗ͩ͜t̷̻̳̹͉̬͍̮̞̖͚̥͇̻͔͔ͭ̿͛́͟ͅh̤̤̞̼̑̋͛̽ͪ̈̊̂̏̄̒̚͢͢ş̖̣̺̗͎̪̣̹̗͕͈̺̙̞̬̰̺ͫͨ͂ͨͨ͐́̄̌͘o̵͖͎̬̰̖̲̲͔̱̹̫͎͈̾͒̓ͭ̓ͥ̾͌̌̏̎̅̓̾̔͌̋̀͘ͅm̴̨̲͍̲̞̻̪̟̗̭̹̫̰̭̪͍ͪ̉̇͌̓̂ͭ̐ͧͮ̍͑ͅé̟̪̘̹̪̝̤̩̼̓̃̊̂̽̈ͬ̏ͩͦ̂̃ͭ͐͊ͩ̆̑̀͘͞ ͗̆̍̉͌ͥͨ҉̹͇̻̼̳̹̺͉͔͎̤͖̞̯͖̩C̷̷̡̛͙̰̫̝ͩ̒͛ͣ̉̋̔ͪ̓ͯ̍͐̄͞o̧̲̬͎̩̩͇͎͚ͣͤ̍̎ͣ̿̂́͜͝p̴̢̛͍̞͙̦̣̺̯͇͓̙̘̥͍͈̆ͪͥ̉ͨ͊̋͊̓̽́͢ͅͅy̴̢̍͂̔̿̊͆̅͂̔ͫ̄̈́ͤ̃͞͏̹͎̲̜͘.̑̀̎̑̈́̒ͩ͊ͪ̑́͏̡͔͈̫̬͠.̢̪̱̪̩̋͊̈͆ͥ̿͋̑ͯ̾͐̅ͯ̀̎ͧ̿̒̚͜͡͝.̷͈͙̥̜̪̜͉͇̲͖̯̺̲͇̭͖̬̫̥ͮͧ͋͊́͜͜?̴̶̹̲̳̫̯̙͎̺̲̼̥̦͛̽̈ͬ̄͒ͤ͊ͨ͗̎̀





Imbedded on this overlord we're three glowing objects, attached to either shoulder respectively. The third was planted square on his head, made into the shape of a crown.




H̵̘͕̗͓̤͔̩̞̳̓̎̅̊̇͐ͦ͐͆̽̉ͬͯ̏̇̕ơ̫̹̖͉̯̲͓͚͔͍̜͓̯̈́ͥͥ̾̈̃̽͂ͣ̋̂͋̅ͩ͘̕͞w̶̷͈͍̪̘̪̳̪͕͊̈́̄ͭ͢͟͡ ̴̷̸̵̢͙͓̩̉̉ͦ͌ͧ̈́ͬͧͥͅD̡̫̲̤͔͚͚̱̖̥̳̩̗ͯ͒͊ͨ͑́̔̈̿͆̋̕͝è̸̶͔͇̥̦̦̟͍̳͔̲̘̰́̊ͩͫ̀̚͘͡p̢͙̭̜̳̹͎͕̦̻̫̼̓̅̀̐̽̎̔l͊͊̍ͫ̊͊͒̓ͮ̈́̃̉̉̉͌҉̨̟̹̭̖̜͉̥̼̤͘͢͞o̷̴̖̮͈̺̖̥̜̝͚̲̓̿̿̇̍ͫ͆ͤ͝͠r̡̐ͥ̿́͛ͦ̋̃̄͗̓̏ͥ̓̊̕͞҉̖͈̘͖̠̳͚̙͙͉̗͍̜͓̰̀a͋͂́ͨ͒̇͋̔̽͐̑̀̓͗͊̐̆̀ͭ͠҉̢̙̘͉̹̠͓̖̻̫͓̦͙͔͇͎͎b̢̐̍͂͌̋͛ͬ҉̘̩͍̮̬̩̞̳l̢̾̽̆̿̽̎͂ͬͨ́҉͉̲̯̠̤̝̰͕͉̲̪̭͎̖e̘̝̖̥̺͍̦̲̯̹͉̼̬̟̜͓͖͕̅ͦ͑̽ͥ̃͒̆̅̔̀́̚͢ͅ.̸̷͓̘̩̳̱͓̺͔̜͇̣͔̤̖̫͎͎̔̅̀̒̒ͫ͗̇̉͐̓́͛͗͠͞ͅ
 
Metal Sonic
Metal’s eyes darted from left to right as he fully took in the surroundings, making sure there were no other threats. He clenched his fist as he saw Neo Metal Sonic, his more powerful form from the events prior. But this couldn’t be the real thing. In fact, upon closer inspection, the being was a statue.

Then where did the voice come from?

A question for later, as Metal’s attention was soon brought to the glowing objects embedded in the statue: keys. Two were on the shoulders and one was on the head in the shape of a crown.

Those keys held great power, Metal didn’t need to scan them to know that, and they could be used to his advantage once more.

Metal walked forward, his steel feet causing clanking sounds that echoed throughout the large chamber, until he was near the massive throne.

Surprisingly, Metal kneeled in front of the being. He knew that it was far more powerful than he was if it held the power of the keys.

I am no copy. We are the same being with the same goal in mind. If you lend me the key’s power, I will be able to fulfill that goal.”
@Shen: King of Digimon
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
The statue's pupils were small, yet a bright white as the lights moved down to meet the kneeling Metal. It appeared this statue was somehow...active, yet not at the same time. listening to Metal's request, the statue sat in silence, as if in judgement.



"̘̩̽́̑W̳̱̯̭̼̌e͖͇̰̭͙̯̩ ͙̗̠͙̩̼͙a̦̫̥͕̘͇͑͆̉͆̍ͯrͯ̀҉̱e͖̘̘̤̍ͭ̈́̈ ̪̻͇̪͌ͨ̍̓͊̏ͫt̸̺̺͍͈͐h̫͓̺͎̙̟̎͒ḕ̪͚̯ͫͧ̀ ̨̬̭͕̱̩̽͗̂̿̾̐ͭs͉͓͚͔̻̝ä̢̞̟̼͚͉̺̖̇͋̈́m̟̯̯͓̝͍̒e̱̎ͮͬ̑̽̀.̙̼̲̖̰ͨͣ̂ͫͣͥ̊ ͈͉̺ͦ̇͐B͏u̟̗̜͚͕̻ͣ̋̽́ͩt͍̮͕̣̳́ ̻̯͚͗̔ͨ͗ͨͫ̽y͙̺̏͆̒͟o̲̪͍̝̲͕̫͂͐ͤ̾̐ṳ̘͙̯͓͋ͭͮ͞ ̝͚͕͌̌̊͆̓͒a̮͕̼̤̟̭̔ͅr̸̿̾ẻ̓͗́ͯ͡ ̺͉̲̞̬̻͑͒́ͅo̬͖̘͙̒̈͟ụ͕̫̰̬̹̋͐̄ͬ̏t̍̈́ͥ̋͋ͧ͑ď̺̲̻͕͒̆͒͒͒a̡̻̥̻͓t̤͇̬̲͎͍́ͯͥ̔̈ͧͫe̱̰ͮͫ̈ͩ͑d͔͖̯̘͊ͩ͂ͥ̆̐͊.̭̱̠̼̟ ̯̦̣̳̓ͣ̈́̂̐ͨ̽ͅT̞̪̫ͤ̒ͯ͂̃̄͘h̴͖̥̺͙̤̋̐͑̍̓ͥͪȇ͖͉͓͇͇͢ ̰̝̇ͬ̈́ͭu͎̪̿̽n̘̫̔ͅi̼͋̎̍̉ͪ̚v̠̰ͣ̏ͪ͟ẹ̜̬̥̱̘̝̃ͥ̊̀͋̎ͬr̤̘̽̊s̼̬̋̏̈́͂̿e̩̪͔̪̺̙ͪ̓͌̔͞ ̭̩̘̅̇ͅw̳̟̻̻̣͒ͨͅa̙̦̻͉̠ͧ̀s̟̦̥͙̀̐̿͆͛͂̿ ̘̘̯̪͇͇̞̏̅̋͛̈ͧͭ͢w͕͈̱̆ͣ̌̂ͅi͔͓̜̩ͦ̅̍͂ͯ̂t̵̥͓̦̤́ͦͫͤ̏h͖̥̟͔͉̞͇ͪ̿ȉ̝̬͇̙̝͙̤ͪn̘̫ͣ̀́ ̟̣̚m̢͈͕̩ͨy̲̰̹̘̫ͧ̽̑̉ͩ͒ ̜̓ͮ̑͡g͔ͧ̊̑̏ͬͣ͊́r̰̣̤̝å̯̙̭͑͒̔ͩ̄ͯs͎̗͉͈̻͖ͯ͆̍ͅp̞ͬ̇,͖͍̩̞͉͊̉́̉̒̔͂̕ͅ ̥̙̞̒̅͑̈́̾w̗̩͍̖ͣ̔h̥͚̗͐̽̂͆ͫā̶̩ͭͮͫt̺̗͕͓̳͉̘ͫ̍ ͔̩̼̭̻ͧ̋̌a̎ͨ̇̈́͂̋ͫ҉͉̭̖̘̱̦̟r̯̜̫̒ě͉̍ ̞ͪͩ̌y̖̝̬͚͎̾̆͂o͍͍͈̹̙̓͑͗ȗ̻̣̪ͮ͒ ̟͉͖̦̼̦̉̑ͪ̔͂̒̓ṯͮ̈ͣͬͨo̩͉̯͕ͨ̌̌ ̶̽ͤ̅ḩ̞̊ͭ̇̆͂o͉͎͠l̵͎͙̤͖̉̈ͥ͛̏d̶̤̻̳̦ͥ̑ͬ̍̈́͛̚ ̨͉͎͈̫ͧt̺̘̜̾ͬ̉ͩ͜hͨ̄̎̎̆͋͏̳͓ä͈̲̹̦̹͎͊͋̂̄̀̐͡t͖̙͎̙̋ͣͣͮ͡ ̪͇̞̲̠̃ͦͯͫ̚w̴̰̥̠͖̼̒e͍̙̳̳͉̥͔ͥ̆̑ͮ͠i̺͖͓͑͒̆́̍͐̚͘g̜̥̖h̝̲̜̜̱̙͍̿̇̿ṱ͓̦̳̉̋̂̓̊̿̿͝?̠̤̩̲ͯ́̂̓"̯̔̐ͩ̒͆̌͡



The mound of bodies of long destroyed machines began to budge, red lights activating from broken optics as arms and claws wriggled to life, desperately flailing around to grasp onto anything they could. Badniks, E-series robots, pawns, their wires sparked and quivered as the copper threads snaked toward Metal.



"̢̻̭̥̼̳̻̓̄̃̓͑͑̚I͙̳͉̰̫ͯ̇ ͔͔̲̦̪͊ͯ̓͆a͕̦͙̖͎̯̰ͣ́̿̎͑ͤmͦ̃̚ ̸̰̓ͧ̈̂̒a̛̳̥̯̍ͪ̋n̛̳͊ ë͋ͪͥ̕c̸̔h̸ͦͣ́o̳̺͕ͬͩ̍̒̃͑́,̖̓ͧ̄̈́͆ͭ ̒̓͗̔̋f̻̠̙̞͙̊̍͌l̫͈̥͔̃e̝̻̫̻̹ͣ́e̱̒͋͒̀ͮͣt͈̥̖͓i̥̞͇̱̼͇̖͒n̊̆̽͒͆͆͑͠g̢͆ͥ̓̒ͮ̎ ̸̞̆́a̻͙͖͚ͣͤͤ̓ͬ̏ͬn̵ͥ̑ḑ̍͌̓̆ ̴̮ͧ̋̈́ͭ̉̽ͦd̴͕̬̦͖͎ͫ͛i̶͙̼̗̟̖̤ͪ͗͌̆̂ͬ͆ṡ̼͍̎̊ͯͩ͡ͅt͍̗͓̀̚à̿͐҉̠̝̻̭̹̞͎n͊ͯ́͋̚̚͜t̫̩̂ͬͨ́.̫̟̮͇͍̄̊ͤͭ̃̆͐͘ ̳̹͔ͣY͔̦͕ͭͮ̌̅͟ͅo̯̮̠͙̜͈̍́ͥ̋ͅu͇ͤͬ̓́̎̉̀̚ ̰̅̍̈m̠̝̮̹̫̿a̸̬̟͎̝͔͚͒ͤ̌̒̀͒y̸̦̹͖̩͈͚͑ ͍̻ͪb͚̙̪̗͈̊è̦̣͖ ͈̟̲͈̺͆͘i̜̣̳̟ͯ͐͌ͮ̆͋͡n͘f̭̫̘͍̝̄̿̀̽ͅẹ̒̑̊͒̏r͒̈ͨ͂̂̉̃i͇̠͕̠ͣ̊̽̐͗ͪ̔ͅo̰̼̅̃ͧ̊ͬ̌r̸͇,ͭ̓̀͊̔ ̲͙͉̃̾͗̋b͖͕͉͙͗ͭ͒̋͊u̼̥͖̲̦̝̲͌t̤̘͉͎͊͒ ͯ͑́m̜̟͔̘̪̓ă̛̬̋͋ͨ̿ȳ͍ͪ͊͛̐ͧ ̲͍̰̝̐ͫ̉̾́y̯͇͕͕̜̒͝e̢̙̩t͍̬̦̠̺̩̜̽ͯ̅ͭ͞ ̡̗̺̝͍͚p̵͓̞̔̍r͓͖̯ͭ͌ͦͅͅo̽v̴ͭͧ̓ͦe͍ͤ̐ͣ͆ͨͯ ̘͗̄ͦ̆̈́ȕ̘̬̩̞͟s̵͎̬̄͋eͭ͊͂ͭͩ҉f̰̯̌͋u͖̰͕̣͓͙͍͗̋̔̀l̴̞̊̂͐̎.͖̺͚̫̀"͙͂̓ͮ͑͝
 

Gamingfan

Previously Gamingfan2
Amaterasu
The sun goddess exited her gateway, before releasing a rather depressed sigh despite her victory. She wasn't proud of what she had to to do. But she didn't have a choice. A small part of her wondered if this was some sort of game to this Generic Host, if there was even a prize to begin with. Well, she could at least take solace in that Turner should be healed afterwards, no worse for wear.
Ammy sat on her rear, looking at the her next opponent on the board
 
Metal Sonic
The robot's audio receptors detected the shifting of metal and his head snapped towards the massive pile of badnik bodies as it began to move and wires reached out. Metal stood up, but continued to meet the statue's gaze.

"I may be inferior, but unlike you, I have the capacity to grow and gain more power than even you have. We only managed to gain three of the mysterious keys before'"

Metal gestured to the statue's shoulders and crown, where the keys where embedded.


"Imagine what we could do with more. The universe would be in our grasp and that wretched hedgehog would be no more."

The bandit hesitated slightly, before continuing. He didn't want to anger this being, even if its power was fleeting.

"I can prove useful. I am able to hold the weight of your power and more, because you and I are the same. I can carry on your legacy and extend our reach to even greater horizons. Think of what we could accomplish!"

Truthfully, Metal wasn't sure if this statue was even his real past spirit, but it obviously held power and was sentient to an extent. Perhaps it could be persuaded. With the power of the keys, Metal would win this tournament easily.
@Shen: King of Digimon
 

Shen: King of Digimon

Previously Shen: King of the Mist
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"̝̦̟̥ͦ̊̍ͪ͐͌B͉͈̣̤ö̗̳͖͇̮̩́l̮̎́̍̃d̻̫̈́ͬ̿̑̈ ̷̪̼͔͉̯̮̪̈́ͨ͋͑ͨͮ̉ọ̠̮ͪ̅ͮ̿ͯ͝ͅf͞ ͓̲̗̜̗̮̩̀̄ͪ͆̉ͧy̤͉͉͎̼̘ͪͅo̶̬̦̝̰̟͕u̥̤̪͎̰ͨ̃ͤ̉͠ ̸̬̹̝̻̗ͧ̏͐t̰̟͙͚͢ȍ̦̪̳͖͇͕̋̀̔̄ ͖͔̋̽́̏ͮͅa̧͒s͉̤̰͛͒͂s̸̑̾ͨ̄ͧ̒ú̩̹̲̙͈̥ͫͦ͋m̝̘̓͘ͅe̬͔̖̘̗̙̫̾̒̽ ͚͈̗̗̬̼͙̌͒̃͆ͣ̈́͆͠Ī̛̟̘̱ͭ͂͒ ̗̳͍̼̇̈́͒̾̈̇r͕̖ͮͮ͡e̼̩͌̂͑̓̏̉̚͞q̭̼̰̜̪͕̱͛ͯ͂u͕̘͗́̓i͖̯̬̦̳͘ṛ̪̟ͭ́̽ͮ̃̓ͅȩ̘͙͙̘͓̇̚ ͚̂̍̔͋y͙̟̼ͤ̓ͦ̇o̵̼̠͚̪̺̱͛ͫͦͅu̾̎ͯ͗͂ͩ͏̤̙̘̯̝r͙̜̻̬̦̋̓ ͇̰̤̮̭͖̆ͅa͏̮͚̠s̮̬͊ͧ̄ͪ̈̾͞ͅš҉̮̯͖͈i̵͖̼͋̓ͭs͛ͦ͑҉̳̖̬̝͕t͍͚̎̓̚a̜̮͍͍͘ͅn̷̥̜̬̞͉̪̞̄ͯ̔c̻͕͚̥̯̠̮̉͜e̔.̰̥̫̼̱̈ͨ̄ͥͫ.̤̗̙̹ͬ͘.͍̰̩ͅ"̜̬͖̟̮̙̔


The wires snaked around Metal, talons and fingers curled about him, prying at his armor. It was clear what sections they were trying to pry open. The exact sections that allowed his casing to be removed for core extraction. Right as it seemed as though the leader of the corpse metal army was to take out his heart, there was hesitation.


"͕͈̎̈́ͯ́́ͅT̝̎̅̃ͮ͞h̵̪̯̗̻͉̓̂ͅe̶ͮͬͅ ̬̞̤̩͖̒͗̉͢K̳̭͚̼͍̍̉e̺̰̣̹͈ͫ͐͑̀y̧͙͍̯͉͉̺̤̓ͧͪ̈s̞͖̫̳ͭ͞ ̙̰̤̀wị̛̘̍̉l͂̊̓ͯl̩͔̹̪̼̹̒͊̒͋ ̷n͗o̧͔̜̯̿̐̂ẗͧ ͑ͧ͛ͨ̚ŗ̹̤͕̺ͮ̾̃ͩͅe̯̼̟̮̻ͯ̊̔̑ͬ͑͆͟sͫͥ͋̔p̞͉̖̘̞̱ͩo̸͕̰͍̣̭̓n̩͚̹̦͉̟̼d̠̯̾ ̾͜t̜̬̒͗͋oͥ̋ͥ̽̈҉͈̳ ̤̑ͣ͆̄ͭm͇̱̱̝̓y̮̣͙̖ͬ̎̾͂ ̰͉͓̬̻͖̣ͥ́ͧ̕c̮̼̦̗̽͒ͩ̿̏̎o̙̩̭̥̜̺͗͗ͥṃ̺̟͚̝͋ͩ͋͗͒̕m̳͚͈̫̳̣̐͑̔ͩ̃̌ͮ͞ā̷͉̫ͤ̈́͒͒ͅn̞̓̈́͆͌ͥ͑͠d̢͊ͬͤ̒ͨ͋s͚̬̯͔̓̉ͤ̅.̛͓̳ ̤̜̦̳̟͙̰̆I̠͈̼̟̝̮̱͞t̞̭̜̜̐̃́ͫ̀͊͟ ̠̥a̫̱͈̳̟̳͈ͪ̇̕p̤̲̋ͭ͋̅ͩ̌p̫̏͂ͩ̾ͅe͚͍̱͂͠a̗̝͇̞̰͢r̡̪̩̼s̼̠͕̱̤̰͊̌̂ͭ ̰̻̤̟̹ͅI͕̲̜̙̫̯̔͊͛̍͛ͪ̿ ̯̺̓̀c̸̯͇̬̾͐͂a̠͖͓n͐̉̚͝n͙̦̭͙̱̩ͫ̂̐ͭ̌oͤ͂̍̎̈̚ṱ̪͚̥̖͙̺̓̅͌̈̓̈́͝ ̶̫̱͎͖̪ͅl̎̄ͩ͂́e͛͂̒̿̎aͥ̅ͣv̹͚̙̥̤̄̈́͜e̱̬̥̝̞̥̠ͫͭͬ̎ ̠͖̥̖̻̰ͩ̏̂̉tͨͨ́̅ͫͩ͛҉̥̮̦̘̳̤̭h̼̥̻̦͔́̃̌͠ͅi̘͚̳̎̍͊͑̒s̩͇̺̮̥͑̒̏͛ͥͬ̕.̰̘̜͊̊ͬ̀.̵̖̗̭͔̳͕ͯ.̂͌ͤͬ͂͗͝w͖͆̒͊̎̚͡h̢ͯ̏̿͆̓̋a̶͎̻̼̪̳̥̪̍͌ͣ̈͂t̫̻̺̗̺̓ͤ̏́e̙̻̒͝v̫̳͔e̘̺͒̋r̼̗͓͖̂̅̃̈́ͭ ̐̅̋̈ͣt̟̱̖ͦ̌̐̍̇h͉̳̮̭̤̘̟͂͌ǐ͕̖̗̟͆̽̊ͯ̄ͫ̕s̔҉ ̡͑̏͂̅́̄p̹̪̈͂̈́̈̆ͧ̈ĺ̡̼̙̟̹́ͣͣ̍a̺̙̖̬̥c̷̙̜͊ͥ̓ẻ̖̳̹́͂̾ͯͭ̏ ̮̠̪̼̘̺̍̏̒ì͖͈̆ͮs͕̤͓̬͎͙̐̍̏̄̆̋ͮ.̲͔͕̩͈ͧ̒̌̈́͛"͉͔͔͚̈́̓̇͂͟


It soon donned on the AI that Metal was not bound to this place. Looking him over, it seemed the robot was making a difficult choice.


"̳͉̦̣̝̑̇̌͊͜Y̿̍̕o̜̜͍̳̭̟ͥͤ̅̒̑͋̌ừ̤̘̦͔̮̭ͯͦ̆ͧ͊͆r͍̹̱̒͐ ̦̠̩͑̽̃̐̀͡r̬̟̙ͨ̀ẽ̴͉̈͛͛͛q̡͇̼͙͈̯̯͐ͦ̀̋͗u̙̎̀e͍̾ṣ͔̮̭t̄͠ ̗̝̩̥̩͙̑͌ͫ̅ͦ̂̽ȋ̷̪̳͓͎̙̼̈s̉҉̞̥.̲̘̫͙̩̪̣͂.̗̘.̱̳̝̹ȁ̴̘̈͆͐c͓͎͓̯̺̖̜ͩ̈́̇̓̊c̨̟̹̮̥͕̖͑ͪͤ͂̿̊̀ẽ͇̣̮̙̬ͧ͠pͥt̬̣̹͖͇͛ͥa̳̦͉͈͎̅̀̈͊͒b̴̭̗̦̙̩̥̰̓̇̍ͣ̒l̴̲͍͎̣̗̎̏̚e̡͇̐ͭͥ͌.̟̤ ͖̟̦̖̫̙͎̽́̂ͣ̏W̛̮̹̗̳̤̉̾ͥͅͅī̤̪̥͉̗̏͌ͮ͑͑̅͞t̻̪̊͗̎̇̐̕ͅh̾̃ͪ̏ ̸̳͒ͣ̉̚ő͕̫̗̄̾̽ͧ̏̈́n̩̉̒͞ͅͅē̑ͬͮ̚҉̻ ͈̩̭̯̖͎̼ͭ͒̈ͧ̀̔ͧd̙̜͎̓e̷͔ͭ̇̈͑v̥̼̙ͦĭ̲ą͂̎ͥͨ̚̚t̼̰͕̺̞̖́́ͧͪ͗ͪ̚i̼̞͈͙̦̜ͫ͆ͫ̏͠o̘̫̻͈̿̌̏͂̅̕n̹̗̙͚̖̻̎͋ͭ̓̚ͅ.̜̩͕̯͆̈́̒ ̓ͦͫ̒̌Ý̞̭̫̟̻͇͈ͧ̑o̧͚̻͊̂ͥṵ͈̮̘̩̎͌̈̽ͥ̉ͦ ̫̟ͥ̈́͋̈́ͦͫ̉́m͍̝͕̣̆̅̒̃̉̃ṵ͖̀s͇͍̠̜̦ͨ̊̍ͭt͈̰̖̒ͬ́̐̓̀͟ ̛͇̲͙̗̬̪̙͐wͧ̌ͧ҉ï̳͔̅ͧ̐̏ͩ̚ͅņ̝͇̪̞̋̈́͗ͅͅ.̴̮̋ͦ͐ͧ̚ ̶I̮̰͉̘̟̗͖̒ͭ̌̽̈́ ̧̮̣̞̦̥̇͗ͯ̅̎̆̇ŝ̿҉h̴a͙̦̮̭̥͐̂͒̕lͨ͆̿ͤ͛̍͏͖͎͎̯͕̞͍l̙͇̑ͦ̓ ̭͓̲̊̊ͬ̋͡u̹͇̫͔̲͈̓̆ͣp͍̬̖̺̬͖̉̌̏̽̿̓̚͠l͓̟̫͎̙̲̒ͦ̆̽o̘a̲̦̭̫̫̹̓̓ͣ̄͑̔ͧ͘d͚͊͑̓̊͊̒ ̶̟̻͍̬͙͒̌ͤͤ̓̓ͅä̵̬̭́̏l͉̣̝̼̍ͦ͡ͅl̓̒̒̿͛̄ ̵̒̇͆͋m̥̳ͨy̲̪̦̭̻̼͐͐͐̑̎̈́͢ ̸̳̰̘̓ͅͅͅkͨ͊͛̾̚̕n̹̻͎̹̰̐ͅo̧̱̙͉͇̽w̩͚͍͖͎ḻ̯̣̯ͫe̜̲̱͐͊̎dͦgeͬ̐ͭͥ̆ͦ̐͏̬̞̟ ̡͇͓͔̰͔̘͈͂ͥi̩̰̩͎̊̃n̺̥͓̔̏ͬ̽̾ͣͅţ̞̦͓͊o̘̥͓̤ͤ̏͐ͫ̓̐͐̀ͅ ͉̥̯͉͈̀͑͊͒͋ͦy̢̞̤̰̦͂̒ͣͭo̱̝ͨ͗u̩̙.̶́ͥ̿ ̳̍͒͂ͦB̼̼̣̂̆̽̅o̔̊҉t̴̰͉̝͍̠͒͑̓̋̏͌h̜̜̭̩̯̥̏͗͘ ̸̪̲̘̟̩͇̀ͯ͑͐̈́o̦̗f̘͑̓ ̙͕̱u͓ͪ͊̄͌s͆́̊ͭͣ ̵̦͔ͩ͊̄͛̏̚c̍̽ͦͩͬ̆́ỏ͎͈̩̙̻̐̔ͅm̔͑̒̌ͬ̔̇͏̗b̤̖͕͙̱̙͎̆̊̾ͧ͗̓i͙͍̠̪͇͌͑ͨ͊͐́̚ṇ̨̞͖͕̗̄̀ͩ̚ë͓͖̰́ͪd̷̟̊̂,̷̪͔̬̪̯̦̟̇͊ ̴̩̇͐̄͛p̜̻̗͍͉̠̤͟r̯͚͎͚ͅe̵ͯ̄̔̿ͫͮ̆s̛͙̗̺̆ͯ͛ͥe̮̻̺͓͆ͧ̑n̔ͦ̇ͩ̂̓̀t̩ͯ́͆̾͂ͫ ̳̙̪̌ͮặ̹̮̬̗̮ͨͨ͠n̸ͤ̈́̈́dͨͦ͒̍̑͏̱̗̗͈̥ ̡̹̰̙͊̀̓̋̈̃ͤp̛̰̘̺̞͓ͬ̓̈̀̈̅ͮa̦̱̣͍̰̦ͩ̑͛ͦ̅̏̒ś͙̝̳͎̣̘̋̚ͅt̴̗̔̌̆,̠̫̖͙̲ s̭͍̭ͥ̽ͥ̾h͓͎̼̦ͭͭ̔̾̽a̠͋l͎͓̜̠̠͂ͫ̆̿̋ͅl̤̭̬̲ͪͧ ̖͙ͤͮ͟c̸̣͓͙͔̘̍a̱̤̺̯͕ͧ̽̄̇͆r͓̐͆̑̕v̝̯̞̾ͩ͂̌e̛̫ͣͧ͆ͦ̔̈́ ͌ͧ̈͒̐͠a̗̠̣̗̗̲ ̨͖̼͍̄͗̍̄̆n̵̫͉͛̿̋e̩̪̯̎͋̚w̜̼͖̯͉͔ͬ̂̓͞ ͔̮ͦ́fe͊ͭ̋̇͛͗ą̖̲͖̮̪̎͗͑t͚̥̱͍̓̈́̍u̪͉ͯ͂r̨͚̄̃ͥ̅̈͋͒e̮̜͍ͣ̾̔̊ͫ̚.̝ͯ͂̓̓ ̺̪̖̭̋T͖̘̗͝e̾̐͏̯͇̘̟̖̱̦r̙̹̝̦͈̝̈́ͧͯm͍͙͖̟͇͈iͣͣ͒n̶̗͉̦̫͈̬̑ͧ̂͋a̧͓̺̚ͅt̴̙̯̤ͫ͊ĩ̫̻̳͈̐ͦ̂̓̒n̲̭̻͊͑̋̈́̀̚g̮̜̯̠͙ ́͊̅̑͂̽̎҉̤̮͕͈̭̮̦i̢̜̎̏̾ͦ̐n̳̰̬̽͝t͉̙͔̳̃̿̚e̻͌̍̔̿̌r͈̩͗n̰͍͍̭ä̯͇͚̪̬̹̏́l͇̯̱̈́͗ͣ̓ͥ͡ ̹͓ͯ̔ͦ̃̅ͥç̠̮ͩ͌̐̿́ͅó̀̌̅͟r̗̯̺̖͎̰ͤ̾̈̊e͔͕̥͍͍̳̰ͥͭ̽̓ͭ́͢.̲͙͉̜͉̫̈́̀̉̚͢"̰̯̝͙̩ͩ̇̐͛̃


Suddenly, the stone statue collapsed into fallen debris. The keys were snagged by the cables, as the entire mass of robotic parts converged on Metal Sonic. He was swallowed up by the cables, his room suffocating. His internals were ripped open, unknown parts filling his body from the inside out. It was as if they very fiber of his being was being removed and replaced. Right when it all seemed bleak- he felt a massive surge of power. The keys. The keys had been ingrained into his core. His body overheated, overflowing with energy as the cables and robots melted into him before-

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....
....

-silence.

He was suddenly back in the central plaza. No keys, no melted body. No ripped out core. Instead...memories that weren't there before were placed inside of his main storage unit.

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...

Three glowing lights appeared in the sky. And after they flickered alive, the sky shook before-

CRASH!!!

The sky flashed open, blasting apart into fragments. A massive gash in the sky took up most of the sky above. A flutter of glass was above, looking like a storm of rain. They were suspended in the air, something preventing them from falling. In the void...there was movement with deep vibrations coming from it. Distant booming was heard inside. It became abundantly clear. Something was going on.
 
Metal Sonic
Gaining the Ice Cap key…

Fighting the azure warrior from the tournament…

A super soldier breaking into the Egg Carrier…

Transforming into Neo Metal Sonic…

E-102 Gamma was revived and sent to a mysterious foggy area: never retrieved…

Capturing the magical sword…

Fighting a powerful warrior…

Failing to capture a second key from a small, void-like being…

Meeting a strange being made of shadows and gaining a key from it…

Returning to the Egg Carrier and being infused with a third key…

Recruiting a short-fused girl with the power to channel lightning…

Fighting a large team of heroes in a jungle…

Nothingness.


All of these memories and more came flooding back. The key’s power…he had felt it again, briefly. Why didn’t he remember these events previously? Did others forget as well?

That seemed to be the case, as nobody had brought them up. Was this the Host’s doing? Or was it a being more powerful?

His thoughts and calculations were quickly interrupted as three lights appeared in the sky, before it shattered like glass. There was now a massive crack in the sky, nothing but a void past it, seemingly. However, a distant booming could be heard. Was this the key’s doing?

Metal looked towards the bracket. The super soldier from before…he was the one who broke into the Egg Carrier! However, his AI companion was not previously present. Was she a new development?

All these unanswered questions irritated Metal. However, he was distracted from his own thoughts as he noticed Specter in front of the bracket. He was curious to see what Specter thought of the new developments, so he flew up to him.
@Shen: King of Digimon
 
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