Day Three

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#28 Doomguy vs #37 Wartortle

The marine continued to grin behind his mask as he made his way away from the scene of his most recent battle. Although Gilgamesh had managed to draw blood, Doomguy knew that the next time he saw the king he would be smashing apart that smug face.

“I wouldn’t go that way,” a voice rasped, prompting the marine to stop and turn. A few feet away, a human-sized turtle was leaning against a tree. The creature’s face was a bloody, partially disfigured mess, and it was obvious that without the plan to keep him up, he would be on his back. “Too much gun.”

“Heh,” Doomguy replied with a sneer as he lifted the hammer. Karl had mentioned that there weren’t that many competitors left, and in a few minutes, there’d be one less.

Wartortle snickered and lifted a nail gun. A beat later, the weapon let out a whir and started to hurtle its payload of carpentry supplies at the marine. Doomguy dove to the side and grit his teeth as he dove for some cover amid the trees. As he slipped behind a tree, the whirl of the gun’s little motor stopped, and the marine listened for the inevitable footsteps that would signal the gimp turtle try to attack him.

When no such noises came, the marine scowled and rolled out from behind the tree, his hammer at the ready as he stalked toward his foe’s cover. He saw the creature’s bag on the ground, but an attempt to land a swinging blow from the other side of the tree connected with nothing but wood. The marine slid onto the other side of the tree and had barely a moment to breath before the turtle dropped down onto him. The nail gun barrel touched the top of the marine’s head, but he managed to smack it from his attacker’s grasp. Claws tore at his head, trying to rip through his helmet.

Swinging his knee up, Doomguy landed a blow on the turtle’s gut. A beat later, he threw a left hook, striking the creature’s already obliterated jaw. The swift right cross that followed knocked Wartortle onto his stomach.

“You’re done,” the marine muttered as he grabbed Wartortle’s gun and checked the ammo before lining up a shot.

“I’m done when I say I’m done,” Wartortle rasped as the Turtle Pokémon rolled over to reveal a clawed hand wrapped around the collar on his neck. The red light was already beeping furiously.

Doomguy scowled, spun, and ran as the forest behind him was rocked by the resulting blast.

[spoiler]

#37 Wartortle DEAD

18 Primes Remain

A forest fire has started.

Doomguy gets the Nail Gun[/spoiler]