[Round 4 - C] Jak Mar & Amber Veritz vs Dave Strider & Kenpachi

[Karl Jak]

Ash was gone.

Jak Mar glimpsed at the partner Syntech had assigned him and scowled.  Why had Ash disappeared?

Unfortunately, the answer to that would have to wait.  Down the beach, a very large man with an angry look on his face was charging for them.  In the backdrop, a smaller figure approached at a less manic pace.

"I don't know you," Amber mumbled as she drew her weapon.  "I've already had my shit kicked in, and I'd like to avoid it a second time."

"Lovely," Jak replied.

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Beach Party – You’re on a pristine beach, like one straight out of Costa del Sol. There’s a life guard tower, some blankets and beach balls, along with anything else you might find at a restor-y beach.The Fight Area is a 60-foot stretch of sandy beach side property (roughly 20 feet of sandy fun and 20 feet of ocean). You can wade out up to about 12 feet deep, but there’s no undertow given the barrier at the edge of the Fight Area. While everything is beautiful where you are, if you look in the distance, the sky is dark and foreboding.

Stipulations: No special stipulations.

[Jak Mar]

The beach. It brought back pleasant memories of better times. The party at the beach last year after Dante’s Abyss. The deep scent of wood and barbeque slathered meat cooked to perfection carried on the still air. He could also smell sun protective lotion, he could feel it thick against his skin. He could see Ash and a dozen other sexy women in bikinis, men in swimming trunks.

As Jak stood to reminiscence, the roaring storm soon would blow in dust particles and fractions of broken shells much like the splinters of Jak’s broken heart across the beach, leaving a bloody speckle across the sands. Two figures took up their places across from him, his mind thought back to his friend Desman and the woman he’d sworn to protect. There was a perfect peaceful silence between all four fighters.

Just then, in the distance, a flash of lightning signaled the start.

All of his memories crumbled to dust shortly before he rushed for the two new fighters. He was so used to defending his female companion, muscle memory for this tournament demanded he go for the strongest looking target ahead of him. That would appear to be the man with hair spikier than his own. Jak sprinted towards the man in white only for Amber to push him aside with a warning growl. Apparently, she desired the bigger fight. This was not at all like it was with Ash.

The eco-warrior was shoved out of her way and left in the cloud she left behind. He stalled out and sighed before setting his eyes on Mr. Strider. He’d met him in the pre-show just before the main event started. He seemed like a pretty cool guy but he didn’t think he’d survive this long. Jak couldn't exactly explain why.

The rapper stepped forward, his mouth twisted in a grimace and his mirror like shades showing Jak his own hesitation. “What you waiting fo’ freak? Cat got ya tongue, you so meek! Breaking you won’t take a while, you come off as docile. It makes me smile, to add your loss to my pile"

Jak stood still on his side of the beach, his fists clenched into balls of touched nerves. He itched to teach this guy to call him a freak. Around him, the background turned blacker than night, beside him stood the Demon King and the Noble Angel. Dark encouraged the idea of releasing that pent-up frustration upon Dave’s face, Light laid a guiding hand upon his shoulder.

”Easy there, Jak. Let us take a moment to observe. What is that?” Light motioned towards Dave’s hands.

Where there had been nothing before, Jak saw clockwork like platforms hovering under Dave’s palms, as if ready for Jak to try something and preparing his counter. On top of them laid flat thin plastic like disks, red stickers in the center. They began to spin, but Jak felt as if this meant nothing.

”Nevermind that nonsense, Jak. Get him before he is able to do anything.” Dark initiated, then pushed their host out into reality.

Jak pushed back his foot to ready himself and prepared his fists. He watched as Dave’s hands moved about the strange disks, rotating one faster while motioning the other back and forth like he was petting it but it made this horrible jumping noise. He momentarily wondered if that was the attack? Would letting this continue on to be the end of him?

He still had time to react, Mar prepared himself to tackle the kid to the beach. Before he could get any further, however, a second Strider appeared, angled perfectly to mirror his hand movements. They both looked as cool as could be, flat tight lips twisting into a grin. One, the original Dave, let the plastic disk that he’d been jerking go, and as it spins the close repeats his earlier words, but now Jak could see himself in four polished surfaces…

“Wha-What you waiting- waiting fo’ f-f-f-freak!? Cat got ya tongue, you so me-me-meek! Breaking you won’t take a while, you come off as docile. It makes me smile, to add your loss to my pile"

If hearing it once was irritating, hearing the remix was worse.

Without Ash to reign him back in, Jak launched himself forward in an attack. His fist slammed through the cog-shaped platform, knocking it clear out of Dave’s reach. The freed hand swung back and launched backward, wrapped around the hilt of his sword, and yanked it free. The son of Mar leaped back, avoiding what he was sure was a full-size sword. Much to his surprise it was already half broken.

“Don’t you look foolish?” Dave mocked him.

A second later his clone dropped its own turning cog so it could raise its own broken sword.

In perfectly synchronized movements, the two rotated the swords several times counter-clockwise. Doing so apparently reversed the clock and in their hands now sat full-length blades, sharpened to perfection.

“That’s much better.” They harmonized creepily, then the two Dave’s attacked.

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