[Quarter Finals] Bandit & Kerrigan vs Skeletor & Kuzuru

[Skeletor]

With a grunt, Skeletor emerged from the debris. The warlock dusted off his tuxedo and spit out the remainder of the bandit woman’s vile weapon, telekinetically shredding it for good measure. Nearby Renji rolled aside a large concrete slab and stood up. Skeletor was grim with rage as he spoke.

“I’ll make sure those bimbos go out with a bang for this indignity.” The warlock’s super charged senses prowled the city for his quarry, “When I find those blithering bumblers I am going to…” he stopped his rambling mid-sentence, unable to articulate for a moment.

“They… TCH! They’re having a drink? In the middle of our grand conflict? THEY DARE TO MOCK ME SO!” Skeletor’s empty eyes shown red with rage. He floated away from Renji, gathering speed as his fury took further hold of his senses. They didn’t even view him as a threat? Well he would change that!

Skeletor sped through the city, screeching to a stop near the building his foes sat in. He could see them, sitting in the board room staring at each other. So smug. So confident in their superiority. He would not stand for it!

Turning away, Skeletor flew down to a nearby apartment complex, and punched one hand straight though the concrete wall.  Clenching his other fist he sunk both arms into the building up to his elbows. Every resource was tapped,  eldritch power, Syntech enhancements, all were fuel for the fire of his rage as Skeletor tore upwards. He strained, back arching as even his immense powers neared their limits. Cracks spread through the wall as Skeletor continued to lift, using his telekinesis to uproot the building like a stubborn log. Skeletor growled, muscles trembling with exertion, then heaved up and backwards with his full might.  With a mighty crash the top three stories ripped free.

The jagged mass balanced precariously above him, Skeletor floated backwards slowly. He struggled to balance the unwieldy burden, chunks crumbling loose to fall to the street below. Skeletor spluttered, his arms screamed warnings of collapse, but rage fueled him. Slowly, he tilted, aligning his trajectory, then with all of his remaining strength, pushed himself forwards. Like a fury powered rocket, Skeletor and his building picked up speed.

Kerrigan and the bandit broke off their stares as they spotted the incoming projectile.

“DON’T MIND ME CRASHING THE PARTY! NYEHEEEHEEHEEEE!” Skeletor shouted at full volume, as his missile exploded into the boardroom. In an instant, the boardroom was obliterated in a cataclysm shattering glass,exploding concrete and rending steel.

Renji watched from the street below as the building collapsed into a massive cloud of dust and smoke. He stood firm against the shockwave, and was enveloped in the cloud of dust. Eyes shut, he focused his senses, tuning out the clamor of destruction. A pair of raggedly approaching footfalls registered and he ducked backwards.  Kerrigan snarled as her claws swept through empty air. Renji planted a kick at his foe and pushed off, fading as he did so, his body becoming one with the dust that surrounded them. Kerrigan waited, scanning the cloud around her for his next attack. She started in alarm as Skeletor burst from the ground behind her.

“Remember that move from Darkshire?” Skeletor cackled, grabbing her legs as he rose from the ground. He spun her around at dizzying speeds, while Renji solidified near a broken I-beam.

“Overtrumped louse against solid steel. Batter up!” Skeletor spun full force as Renji stepped into the path, steel beam at the ready. He landed a solid swing as Kerrigan came whipping around, sending the Zerg hybrid flying away into the rubble with enough force to disperse the dust cloud.

“That’s not quite enough to clear the bases, Blademan! You’d better start running before I…” Skeletor jest was cut off as Bandit ploughed into him full speed, driving them both through the windows of a nearby deli and into the wall.

“Yo! We were talking!” the woman said, as she slammed Skeletor’s head upward into the ceiling, “Not cool bro!”

The warlock fell with a splutter, vision blurring as Syntech’s power started to ebb. He jumped to his feet, and swung. Bandit sidestepped his swipe and rammed a gut punch  hard enough that he doubled over. Skeletor blinked out of existence and reappeared a few feet away, breathing heavily.

“You know, if you ever want to take that tattoo to the next level, I have experience in the matter!” Skeletor crowed, before hurling an aisle shelf at the bandit. She shouldered it aside with only mild concern, then swung another haymaker at Skeletor’s face. He shrunk down to half size as her punch sailed over him, then snapped a full fist into the side of her left knee, hearing a satisfying snap. The bandit yelled and Skeletor leapt, using the distraction to land a solid uppercut to the jaw. She staggered back and Skeletor cackled in triumph.

“Size matters not to my fists, you nameless ninny! NYEHEEEHEEEHEE!”

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On to you Kerrigan!