[Round 1] Link & Clownpiece vs Skeletor & Kuzuru

[Kuzuru]

With a groan Kuzuru shoved his companion aside and lifted himself onto hands and knees. A deep stabbing pain coursed through his ribcage with every little movement. Splinters of shattered bone tore apart his innards, lighting his torso up with horrifying sensations. In this moment of agony Kuzuru’s mortality came bubbling to the surface of his mind. Renji’s body was so frail, his bones were like matchsticks and his skin as thin as paper. Kuzuru shuddered as he began to hack violently. With each wheezing cough he spit up spackles of slick red blood. He tried to chuckle, but slipped into another coughing fit.

“I’m, I’m dying,” Kuzuru muttered and glanced over at Skeletor, “just when it was getting good, I’m dying.”

Using his staff as a brace Skeletor climbed to his feet.

“Die on your own time Blade-man,” the Overlord commanded, “right now your body belongs to Skeletor!”

“Jesus, buy me dinner first,” Kuzuru groaned and climbed atop two shaky legs.

Across from them stood the Hero of Time. Despite a mangled arm and numerous lacerations Link stood resolute. Emerald lightning flickered across the length of his sword and he began to march forward. Staying out of sight, and hopefully out of mind, Clownpiece pulled at every string she could find. As Link grew closer Skeletor thrust his staff forward. A beam of light carved a line across the battlefield and erupted into a curtain of flames. Link recoiled as the infernal wall sprang up before him. Clownpiece shouted something, but her words were buried beneath the fire’s roar.

Like a phoenix born from fire Kuzuru came crashing through the burning wall. Link stumbled back and managed to mount a meager defense, swatting away several of Kuzuru’s frenzied strikes. Licks of flame clung to the demon’s clothing, greedily chewing away at anything remotely flammable. There was no method or technique behind the demon’s assault. A butcher took more care with his cuts than Kuzuru did. Blade after blade pressured the hero’s defense, forcing him closer and closer to the arena’s edge. The demon’s assault was cut short as twin beams of red and blue slammed into his side. Link rolled sideways, putting several feet between them.

Kuzuru shot a glare at Skeletor and shouted, “Handle her, I can’t work my magic with Tinkerbell lighting my ass up!”

With that said the demon turned back to his quarry.

“Your name is Link right?” Kuzuru asked.

No response.
“Oh come on, you hit me harder than anyone in this universe has and you don’t even have the decency to have some mid-fight banter with me?”

Again Link said nothing. For an instant, almost imperceptibly, his eyes flicked towards something behind Kuzuru. A slight smirk slipped across the demon’s lips. Lightning raced up his spine and though it sent shockwaves of pain through his torso he whirled around. Streaks of blue barreled towards him. Kuzuru raised his blades and refracted the lasers off into the empty stands.

“Well, looks like even your girlfriend can--” Kuzuru’s words were cut short as Link drove his blade through the demon’s gut

Thick black blood gurgled forth from the wound, running down the length of Link’s sword in visceral globules. Kuzuru shivered as Link pushed deeper. The demon reached for the blade and gripped it as tight as his failing strength would allow. Link tugged at his weapon, trying to unsheath it from its fleshy scabbard, but Kuzuru’s grip refused to budge. A singular curved blade sprouted from his elbow and after taking a moment to steel himself he threw it behind him. Warm satisfaction washed across Kuzuru’s body as he connected with something solid. Blood that was most assuredly not his sprayed across his back and ran down the length of his weapon.

“Let go,” Kuzuru choked out through a mouthful of blood.

Link twisted the blade and in response Kuzuru threw another jab back at his opponent. They both howled in agony as their flesh gave way to steel. Kuzuru’s legs gave out and he fell to his knees, pulling the hero with him. Despite the very real risk of exsanguination he kept an iron grip on the boy’s sword. A third jab backwards caught the meaty part of Link’s leg, ripping open a large chunk of muscle.

Forcing words through his mouth, Kuzuru said, “I-I applaud your, fuck, commit-- commitment.”

The blade on his elbow retracted and he pulled his free arm forward. For a moment it was almost tranquil, and were it not for the distant explosions brought on by the two spellcasters everything would have been silent. A spike of black metal peeked out from the palm of Kuzuru’s free hand. He pressed this spike into his abdomen, right above Link’s blade.

“But-” Kuzuru groaned, “I can’t be- be- upstaged by a dude wearing a dress.”

As the words left his mouth the spike in his hand rocketed forward, tearing through his gut and out his back. Link’s eyes went wide as the demon’s spear threatened to lance them both.

Shooting Tier 2 Super Attack "Demon Spear" at Link through my own body 3/6 SP remaining