“Give up?!? You think we came all this way to give up?!?”
Johnny Lawrence approached Reala, who has so boldly proclaimed that the others should drop out. Reala looked to him, mildly amused.
“What I’m thinking is that no one has a shadow of a chance against that of Wizeman’s chosen. I take pity on you and offer you a mercy. Accept it with dignity. You Visitors have imitations.”
“I won’t take advice from a mime wannabe!”
“Then take advice from your obvious superior.”
“You wanna have a broken jaw punk?!?”
“I would find it entertaining to see you try...”
“That does it!!”
Lawrence ran toward Reala, rage fueling his steps. He raised a fist as he came to deliver his punch. Before he could land his blow, Master had warped in between them.
“You know that fighting outside of matches is not-“
Lawrence didn’t stop, punching Master hand, who dared to stand between him and his target. There was a stunned silence, Lawrence grinning as he defied the rules.
“NOW YOU’VE DONE IT!”
Master hand put his index and middle fingers together, aiming point blank at Lawrence. Acting like a finger gun, he cocked his thumb, before a brutal display was wrought before them.
Lawrence was shot with a powerful energy shell right at his body, seemingly disintegrating him before he could do anything to stop it. Johnny Lawrence was out...to say the least. Master hand blew out the smoke from his fingers with an unseen force.
“Apologies everyone! Don’t worry! The matches will go on as planned! I just gotta...get someone from the cosmos here...someone popular...aha!”
Master hand Yoinked a character from the void, plucked them with two fingers and flicked them into the main plaza. It was a cult classic, someone everyone knows and loves...or so it was hoped. Instead, Gex was selected, plopped before everyone.
“Now that everyone is here, the bracket shall-“
Upon mentioning the bracket, he looked up to it and saw Aurora’s name with a red exclamation mark. This made the hand balled up into a fist.
“WHAT?!?! SHE HASNT SHOWN UP EITHER?!?! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!!”
The enraged hand began to draw on some arcane power, channeling it into a deadly lightning bolt. The bolt flew up into the sky and struck down in front of Ron and the Four links. It seemingly missed them, the hand huffing and puffing.
“...We’ll just have to use what we have on hand!”
“What does he mean by that?” Red asked.
As if to answer his question, the particles that had struck the ground began to crackle and darken. They swerved around the four swordsman, latching onto something on the ground. Purple’s shadow...
Purple gasped. “It can’t be-!”
His shadow extended, the light particles acting as bonds, latching onto either side of his shadow’s ligements. The shadow struggled intially until the bonds were absorbed into the shadow, which severed it’s connection to purple. The shadow emerged in the world of the material, a fifth link...a Shadow Link.
“Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!” Shadow Link erupted in laughter. “I’m back! I’ve so missed a body!”
“You!” Blue grunted, glaring with mixed feelings.
“Hiyaaaah!” Green shouted, getting into a battle stance.
Purple rushed over to shadow, giving the sinister specter a hug. Shadow’s evil expression was changed quickly changed to a softer one, seeming almost to jump at the jolt of physical contact.
“Heh...after all this time Vio?” Shadow said, the tiniest of smiles on his face. “This...this is...”
Just then, shadow erupted into a fit of laughter, his dark expression returning. He phased through Purple, scattering like ink in a glass of water. He rematerialized, cross legged in the air.
“-A tournament! Which means that everyone here is a possible enemy! Even you Vio! Don’t think i’ll Take it easy on the likes of you! Or even you...Link!”
Green grit his teeth, knowing that he couldn’t strike out against the rules master hand had placed. He hadn’t ever fully forgiven shadow for what he had did like Vio had, so to not be able to retaliate like this was...a challenge.
“Psht, as if you’ll win!” Blue remarked, thinking he to be the one true link.