Day One: Part 1

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#10 Alain vs #09 Samus Aran & #20 Harry Dresden

Alain Velgr had fared quite well in the Abyss. Sure, he had some nicks here and a little soreness in his muscles, but he’d managed to avoid being murder-killed, and he’d dished out his fair share of pain to his adversaries. With some more luck, who’s to say he would outlive the other primes on the island? If the skirmish over the hammer was evidence for anything, it was that they were all more than willing to slaughter each other with little regard for their health.

Up ahead, Alain heard the sound of rushing water. With a smile, he jogged forward until he got close enough to see the armored figure hunched near the edge of the river. From the look of things, the woman had taken some serious blows… enough so that she had removed parts of her outfit to splash water on what seemed to be some rather widespread bruises and scrapes. On the shore next to the woman, an almost beautiful looking sword was resting on some rocks. The blade glittered in the dawn sun.

It would make a perfect addition to Alain’s arsenal.

“Do some magic,” the mercenary whispered as he pulled up the ball and chucked it at the ground near the woman. The sphere cracked open, and after a flash of light, a rather large caterpillar appeared next to Samus, who glanced over at the creature.

After a long and uncomfortable pause, the bounty hunter reached out and patted the Caterpie on the head. The Pokémon let out a strange little purr noise before resting its head on the damp soil next to the river and leaving Samus to glance over her shoulder at the mercenary. “Cute pet,” she muttered as her shoulder pads popped up to reveal a set of missile racks.

Alain let out a curse and backflipped as the missiles started to explode around him. Even as fresh strength flooded through his veins, one of the explosions found its mark, blasting apart a part of his leg and leaving him open to the remaining members of the rocket-propelled salvo. Suppressing the agony, the mercenary scrambled to his feet and reached for the first thing he spotted—a rock. Alain grunted and hurtled the stone at the armored woman as she came sprinting at him. Like the trained professional that she was, Samus smacked the improvised projectile out of the air and swung the Master Sword down onto the mercenary’s shoulder. The blade cleaved through flesh and muscle before coming to a stop half-way through Alain’s humerus.

Fueled by adrenaline and corruption, the mercenary jolted up and bashed his skull against Samus’ jaw. The woman, shocked more than anything, lost her grip on the sword, which went with Alain as he shoved her with a shoulder and ran for the hills.

The mercenary made it five paces before the man in the duster emerged on the dirt path in front of him. Harry Dresden was grinning from one ear to the other, and in his hands was a massive gun that had no right existing in the first place.

Alain swore beneath his breath as the BFG hummed to life in Harry’s hands.

Harry winked. “AND I’M ALL OUT BUBBLEGUM.”

The BFG roared as it released a beach-ball sized blast of green plasma.

Alain, knowing that he was staring at oblivion, did the reasonable thing. He wrenched the Master Sword from his shoulder and threw it at Harry as the plasma ball hit his chest and erupted.

As Samus watched, the mercenary left a bloody cloud in his wake as he was thrown through the air and into the river. Turning her attention back to Harry, she found herself almost smiling for the first time since her arrival on the island, despite the fact that the wizard was clutching a fresh wound on his shoulder.

“He’s got a pretty good throwing arm,” Harry muttered as Samus walked over to make sure he hadn’t been cut too deep.








As two old friends proceeded to get caught up on the last eight hours, a charred body washed up on the side of the river further downstream.

With a weak gasp, Alain Velgr crawled from the water.

[spoiler]Alain rolled a '1'
Alain has used Tier 1 Transformation Sanguine (-1 SP)
Samus Aran has used Tier 1 Super Move Missile storm (-2 SP)
Harry has a cut on his shoulder – Minor Injury (+2 Damage)
Alain has his right arm almost cut off... it will be borderline useless for the remainder of the competition. His (right) lung is collapsed, and his clothes are melted onto his flesh, which is covered in third degree burns – Insane Injury and Major Injury (+16 Damage)
Alain's bag (but not his Weapon) are there for Samus and Harry[/spoiler]