[Round 2] Skeletor & Kuzuru vs Broly & Amber

[Skeletor]

Impossible! There, across the battlefield, it couldn’t be! Blonde hair, and a set of bare muscles that none could compete with … Skeletor gripped his havoc staff tighter, trying in vain to quell his trembling hands. Skeletor had escaped. HE could not be here!

“Hey bonehead, you freaking out?” Kuzuru shouted, wheeling his steed to face their charging foes, “I’m not gonna hold your hand, so suck it up and fight!” With that Kuzuru spurred his horse and galloped off. Skeletor ground his teeth, breathing deeply. Wait, if He-man was truly stuck in the Omniverse as well, then presumably he too had been weakened. In fact, this might be just the chance that Skeletor needed to defeat He-man once and for all! Sudden conviction swept over Skeletor, urging him forward to battle.

“Onwards to victory!” Skeletor shouted, staff raised. His zeal was undercut by the black stallion’s complete lack of response to Skeletor’s commands. “Listen here, you belligerent battle steed!” Skeletor railed, yanking on the reins. The stallion reared resentfully, fighting the warlock’s control. “You will obey me or you’re going to be glue at the end of this battle, understand?” Skeletor shouted. The black stallion tore the reigns away from his hands, racing forward, but veering off to one side.

“Confounded creature! Panthor was never this unruly!” Skeletor prattled, but a shout and rapidly approaching hooves drew his attention. Amber galloped towards him, standing balanced atop her white steed with the supernatural agility of a born huntress. Skeletor wheeled his stallion to bear and raised his Havoc Staff in defense as her massive Zwei-hander crashed into him. Skeletor was nearly swept from his saddle by the force of the blow. The faunus thundered past as Skeletor scrambled to right himself in his seat. The warlock shook his fist and managed to berate his mount into pursuit.

“Get back here, you litter-scratching leech!” Skeletor shouted. The Havoc staff began to hum, dark power conducted and honed to purpose. A beam of white light shot past Amber, tracing a line on the ground. A wall of flames sprung into being before her, causing her horse to rear in surprise. The Huntress managed to stay balanced, but as she wheeled around Skeletor bore down on his foe. A lance of purple metal, couched beneath Skeletor’s arm smashed into her shoulder, throwing pink sparks as it clashed against her aura.  

“Are we afraid of a little fire, my pretty?” Skeletor shouted as he galloped past, the flames parting for their cackling master. He attempted to circle around for another pass, but the stubborn black courser tugged at the bit, fighting his control. Skeletor yanked hard upon the reins, demanding his mount obey. Amber’s massive ally was now approaching and with closeness Skeletor realized that warrior was not He-man. The gall! They dared to mock him with a pretender? Pinpricks of fury glistened in his skull, and he spurred his own mount into action.

Broly’s seven-foot form thundered towards him on an equally massive steed; lance already couched with the proficiency of a warrior race.  The primes clashed and Skeletor’s staff was knocked clear from his grasp, tumbling to the grassy field. Without Syntech’s support, Skeletor would have been flung clear from his saddle as the Legendary Saiyan scored a direct hit with his incredible reach. The warlock reeled, trying to orient himself as he neared one of the equipment sheds. He reached out with his magic, opting for a large double-headed axe in place of another lance. The axe flew end over end into his grasp, as he turned to face Broly’s next charge.

“Alright, you muscle-bound moron, let’s see if we can chop you down to a more reasonable size!” Skeletor shouted and jabbed his heels into the stallion’s sides. The Saiyan had reach decidedly, and Broly’s smirk told all as they closed. Skeletor pushed a hand forward as they neared, the Warlock’s magic turning aside Broly’s thrust. Skeletor found ample space to sink the cleaver into his foe’s massive thigh as he passed, releasing a satisfying grunt of pain from the Saiyan.

“Let me axe you a question, Goldilocks,” Skeletor shouted, leaving the weapon stuck in his opponent as they parted, “With hair like that how will you-” Shots rang out from Razorback as Skeletor jerked around mid-taunt . He deflected some of the missiles, wincing as multiple bullets found their mark. Kuzuru swept in on Amber while she was distracted, a hail of needles peppered her aura as the huntress turned with a shout.

Wrenching the blade free, Broly hurled it towards him with force, the Saiyan’s blood still glistening on its edge. Eye sockets wide, Skeletor ducked as best he could, but the blade gashed his arm and sailed past, thudding into a wooden post. Skeletor cackled and drew his twinsword, a flash splitting the weapon into two blades. A cloud passed over the sun. The hooded figure sat astride a night black warhorse, two blades ready at his sides, an ever-present grin upon his face.

“Let us dance princeling. We shall see which warrior is truly the master here!”

850 words exactly. On to you Joebro!