[Round 2] Dave & Kenpachi vs Handsome Jack & Dane

[Dave Strider]

Dave clutched Caledscratch as he attempted to weave in and out of different gym sets, the rain of fire from Handsome Jack clinking across the various metal bits and bars. The CEO could feel something was off, either this guy was astoundedly stupid or he just purposefully missed a few opportunities to give him a thorough slashing. The kid was just avoiding him, but why?

Another dash around a cart of dumbbells. Dave’s chest pounded along with his heavy breaths, his body starting to ache. Why couldn’t he do it? His eyes glanced to the side. As if watching for something else. A barrage of bullets brought his attention back, a few nicking his exposed shoulder from behind the cart.

“C’mon punk! What the hell are you doing anyway?”

Dave shook his head, trying to regain his senses. His instincts were against him. Bro wasn’t here. He knew that. He knew that ever since he saw him in Skaia…

Quiet this time except for a few footsteps. Dave sighed between breaths, tightening his grip on Caledscratch with one hand. Even though he knew that Bro was gone, those few things back in the Nexus, the hint of danger no matter where he was, was it all just his mind playing tricks on him? No matter the case, he had to defeat this asshole.

“Gotcha!” A wide shot from the CEO’s shotgun blasted directly into Dave’s back. “If you’re gonna wuss out, might as well get close and personal!”

The air in Dave’s lungs were forced out as he gasped in pain, turning with a grimace to face his attacker. Even with the throbbing sensations in both his back and leg, Dave pushed forward,a widened eye barely visible past the missing corner of his sunglasses. Jack raised his shotgun up in defense, managing to barely catch the blade as he found his back against a wall.

“Fuck you and fuck everything about this place! Fuck whoever saved my shitty ass life and put me here!”

Dave raised his fist and slammed it right against the CEO’s cheek. A flash of blue reflected the hit.

“Sorry darling, you forgot about my-”

Another punch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Another. A crack began to form.

“Get the fuck off me!” A shot went off, blasting what was left of the ceiling of the room they stood in, the gun forcing itself out of Jack’s grasp, Caledscratch along with it. The two stared at each other for a moment before Jack smirked and laughed.

“What, you can’t bring your shitty ass sword back? Sucks to suck!”

The shotgun began to form as Jack approached Dave, stopping when he noticed the kid start to float a bit in the air. Jack prepared himself as a sudden wave of Dave’s appeared, all menacingly staring at him. Jack aimed his shotgun at one of their heads, preparing his shot before all at once they disappeared.

“Fuck it. I don’t have the patience for any rhymes right now.”

“Huh?”

The CEO looked at the kid, who seemed to appear a bit surrounded by some wispy shit. At his sides, the floating turntables sped up, leaving a moment of stillness in the air. Jack took no extra time as he began to pump shells into the kid. He watched with glee as blood poured out from the holes in his chest, until it disappeared in front of him.

“Shit, not again.”

Jack turned and searched for the real Dave, who must have been one of the dupes he thought had vanished. It didn’t take long to see the rushing towards him, faster than ever before. He didn't even have time to react before the blade shoved itself into his chest, completely shattering the blue shield around him.

“Work out a bit while I was distracted, hun?” he spoke from a dark chuckle before he spat blood in Dave’s face. The Knight of Time pushed and twisted the blade, forcing Jack to groan, the CEO then pressing his gun as close to the kids face as he could before pulling the trigger.

The shell spread across the left side of Dave’s face, shattering his glasses and tearing off a chunk of his ear. A loud whine rang in his ears, his left one completely deaf. Dazed from the shot, Dave swung his sword and sent the man to the nearest wall, a satisfying crack echoing from the impact.

“Die in a hole, you fuck.”

Dave limped quickly towards his partner, managing to have a decent speed even with his injuries. The two had been going at it, both having a few marks on them, though Kenpachi seemed to be less deterred by his injuries.

“Back already?” His partner asked.

“Just shut the fuck up and get this over with.”

The shinigami grunted in response. Keenly aware of his lack of a partner, Dane grumbled. Dave knew he would be back, but his mind was on this piece of shit. The way he acted, the way he fought. Just like that superhero douchebag. Just. Like. Bro.