10-29-2015, 06:47 AM
“Ms. Marvel?” a woman with ginger hair, adorned in silver chainmail, grunted, as she tapped the shoulder of one, Carol Danvers.
“Yes?” Carol replied without acknowledging the woman, her eyes currently glued to a cell phone that her fingers had methodically been working.
“Uhh, yes, excuse me ma’am, but round two of the tournament is about to begin. If you’ll just follow me, I can take you to the arena.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I was hoping to do some looking around first, but don’t worry about me, I know the way.” Carol, finally attentive, gave the woman a warm smile as she replied.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but I can’t do that. They’ve made some changes for round two. I have strict orders. You’ll have to follow me.”
“Oh, I see, well, I don’t really have a choice, do I? Lead the way.”
“Yes, ma’am. Right this way ma’am.”
“Here we are.” The red haired woman spoke as they arrived, “If you’ll just wait on one of these here platforms, the round will begin momentarily.”
“Alright, thank you for your help.”
As the woman took her leave from Marvel, a dark haired man dressed in a yellow attire and equipped with steal weaponry, took her place. He moved with the prime of youth as he stood upon one of the platforms; a cloud of confidence and self-assurance in his strides.
“So, you are to be my opponent?” Carol questioned the new arrival with interest.
“The pleasure is mine.” Responded an overly pleasant voice.
“Humph, we’ll just have to see about that.” Danvers replied, her smarmy attitude getting the best of her, “You know the phrase, ‘Anything you can do—‘”
“I can do better.” Shang interrupted her with a wicked smile present upon his visage.
“No you can’t.” she snapped quickly in response, asserting herself.
“Yes,” the sorcerer responded with a long, drawn out pause, creating finality, “I can.”
An immense stare off, a show down, if you will, took place between the two of them before, suddenly, they shared a laugh in unison, breaking the tension.
“I like you, any chance you’ll just stand aside and let me win?” Carol feigned flirtation.
“Not in the slightest, my dear.” The sorcerer coed, obviously enjoying the innocent banter.
“That’s a shame, I could have took you with me when I left this place.” Danvers actually winked.
“Oh,” Shang began, his response seemingly to weigh heavily on his shoulders, as the words left his lips, “if only you could.”
Marvel studied the man with a close eye for a moment, uncertain if she had missed something. Finally, she repeated, “If only I could?”
However, before she got a response from her opponent, the vary platform she stood upon began to quake. It jittered back and forth for a while, before finally taking to the air, as though it were Captain Marvel itself.
Hovering above a proverbial mind field of, likewise, floating platforms, Ms. Marvel took in her surroundings. The two combatants stood upon platforms of steel, suspended in mid-air. Nothing to catch themselves with, save for some unsavory, slimy, green ichor that polluted the coliseum floors below.
Carol shrugged, it mattered not. She was of Kree genetics. Long since forgotten were the human restrictions of her past, it’d had been decades since she had been empowered with the ability to fly; an ability she would use here and now to her advantage.
The gong sounded, and the space surrounding the female avenger began to distort, as her kree powered energy welled up within her and, like a rocket, she shot out, leaving her platform behind, soaring over the battle field, and headed straight for Shang Sung.
Her fist became enveloped in a hue of golden and electric like properties, as she closed the distance on her opponent, coming ever closer… before falling away.
A heart jolting fear shot up Carol’s spine as Shang Tsung’s image became smaller and smaller, until finally—
*SPLAT*
Ms. Marvel smacked, face first, into the slime covered depths below. The shadow of incapacitation stalking her, and just as her flight had abandoned her, so now, had her consciousness.
Up above, Shang, with predator like eyes, peered down at a now, unconscious and defenseless, Ms. Marvel.
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“Yes?” Carol replied without acknowledging the woman, her eyes currently glued to a cell phone that her fingers had methodically been working.
“Uhh, yes, excuse me ma’am, but round two of the tournament is about to begin. If you’ll just follow me, I can take you to the arena.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I was hoping to do some looking around first, but don’t worry about me, I know the way.” Carol, finally attentive, gave the woman a warm smile as she replied.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but I can’t do that. They’ve made some changes for round two. I have strict orders. You’ll have to follow me.”
“Oh, I see, well, I don’t really have a choice, do I? Lead the way.”
“Yes, ma’am. Right this way ma’am.”
***
“Here we are.” The red haired woman spoke as they arrived, “If you’ll just wait on one of these here platforms, the round will begin momentarily.”
“Alright, thank you for your help.”
As the woman took her leave from Marvel, a dark haired man dressed in a yellow attire and equipped with steal weaponry, took her place. He moved with the prime of youth as he stood upon one of the platforms; a cloud of confidence and self-assurance in his strides.
“So, you are to be my opponent?” Carol questioned the new arrival with interest.
“The pleasure is mine.” Responded an overly pleasant voice.
“Humph, we’ll just have to see about that.” Danvers replied, her smarmy attitude getting the best of her, “You know the phrase, ‘Anything you can do—‘”
“I can do better.” Shang interrupted her with a wicked smile present upon his visage.
“No you can’t.” she snapped quickly in response, asserting herself.
“Yes,” the sorcerer responded with a long, drawn out pause, creating finality, “I can.”
An immense stare off, a show down, if you will, took place between the two of them before, suddenly, they shared a laugh in unison, breaking the tension.
“I like you, any chance you’ll just stand aside and let me win?” Carol feigned flirtation.
“Not in the slightest, my dear.” The sorcerer coed, obviously enjoying the innocent banter.
“That’s a shame, I could have took you with me when I left this place.” Danvers actually winked.
“Oh,” Shang began, his response seemingly to weigh heavily on his shoulders, as the words left his lips, “if only you could.”
Marvel studied the man with a close eye for a moment, uncertain if she had missed something. Finally, she repeated, “If only I could?”
However, before she got a response from her opponent, the vary platform she stood upon began to quake. It jittered back and forth for a while, before finally taking to the air, as though it were Captain Marvel itself.
Hovering above a proverbial mind field of, likewise, floating platforms, Ms. Marvel took in her surroundings. The two combatants stood upon platforms of steel, suspended in mid-air. Nothing to catch themselves with, save for some unsavory, slimy, green ichor that polluted the coliseum floors below.
Carol shrugged, it mattered not. She was of Kree genetics. Long since forgotten were the human restrictions of her past, it’d had been decades since she had been empowered with the ability to fly; an ability she would use here and now to her advantage.
The gong sounded, and the space surrounding the female avenger began to distort, as her kree powered energy welled up within her and, like a rocket, she shot out, leaving her platform behind, soaring over the battle field, and headed straight for Shang Sung.
Her fist became enveloped in a hue of golden and electric like properties, as she closed the distance on her opponent, coming ever closer… before falling away.
A heart jolting fear shot up Carol’s spine as Shang Tsung’s image became smaller and smaller, until finally—
*SPLAT*
Ms. Marvel smacked, face first, into the slime covered depths below. The shadow of incapacitation stalking her, and just as her flight had abandoned her, so now, had her consciousness.
Up above, Shang, with predator like eyes, peered down at a now, unconscious and defenseless, Ms. Marvel.
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