The S.S (Sans vs Scarecrow) Mock Fight!

[Sans]

The skeleton was always asked the same questions each time he confronted people like Doctor Crane. Who are you? How do you know my name? How do you know what I’ve done? Natural questions, of course. I mean, what else were they going to ask? It wasn’t everyday you found a skeleton in a winter jacket challenging you on a rooftop over crimes you were certain had been covered so thoroughly they would never have seen the light of day again.

It was simple: he watched. It’s astounding how much one could learn about the world, and, most importantly, about other people, just by being quiet and observing them. This method had helped him learn a lot about the people of Coruscant; or, to be more accurate, two things that were worth a lot of information. One, the place had possibly the most dictatorial government imaginable, and two, in the underbelly commonly known as Tier 5, chaos reigned.

Judging from what Scarecrow had said, he had found the source of that chaos. And, true to its form, the source was nothing more than a rambling husk of a man whose only link to sanity being a deluded form of justice. It was a noble cause, sure, but he was doing it all wrong.

But it didn’t matter. It never mattered in the end.

The skeletal monster stood in silence, watching as the quadro of henchmen slowly stalked forward, snarling in an intimidating fashion. They started to circle him, blocking off all potential escape routes. The hooded man named Scarecrow stood on the opposite end of the rooftop, as if entirely confident in his minions abilities to get rid of him.

The undead monster chuckled, placing the detonator in his jacket. He slid his hands into his pockets, speaking.

“now, dudes, i know what you’re thinkin’,” he said, his overly cheerful smile remaining on his face, “we can take him. he’s just one guy against four. how hard could it be?”

His glowing eyes disappeared once more, replaced with the same black void. All four gangsters stopped in their tracks, feeling very uneasy.

“if ya don’t wanna find out,” he said, “then step aside. leave this between me and your boss.”

The quadro looked at each other, unsure as to how to proceed. Thankfully, their boss was there to assist them.

“He has the detonator, you morons!” he barked, earning nervous glances from every one of his minions.

“welp… i tried.”

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Before his opponents could properly react to his statement, Sans thrust his hand into the air, long femur bones shooting out from underneath each henchmen’s legs. The metallic drone of the police chief down in the streets below was immediately drowned out by the screams of the skeleton’s enemies, the bones piercing through their legs. The fear terrorist’s eyes widened underneath his mask as two massive, goat-like skulls materialized behind the skeleton, their jaws wide open and billowing with a white, explosive energy. The monster’s left eye rapidly alternated between orange and blue as mechanical roars erupted from the skulls.

Thunderous crackling sounds permeated the air as white beams shot forth from both blasters, with each one slamming into a gangster and sending them sailing towards another a few feet behind them. In less than five seconds, the two surviving henchmen found themselves lying on the ground underneath the two dead ones, only seeing their killer through the burning holes left by the energy skull blasters. The duo pushed off their fallen comrades, brandishing their melee weapons: a shiv and a rusty pipe, and charged towards the comedian.

The rusty pipe wielder got to him first, slamming his weapon down. The monster shuffled to the side, both skulls pivoting to aim at the pipe wielder. He shrieked, the Gaster Blasters making quick work of him.

The shiv wielder, on the other hand, was having none of it. As soon as he saw the skulls shoot down his last remaining comrade, he forgot about the skeleton completely. Sprinting as fast as his injured leg would allow him to, he tackled both of the accursed canine craniums, slamming them both into the ground. The blasters immediately crumbled, their pieces dissipating into the air.

The gangster stood up, knife in hand and rage in his eyes as he rushed at the comedian. He wildly swung and stabbed his shiv towards the skeleton, each swing and thrust dodged. Sans’ smile was still on his face, which no doubt further infuriated the goon. Even as he carefully avoided each attempt on his life, though, he could sense already that this was a needless waste of energy on his part. His target was the fear-obsessed crime boss, not his minions. Any more time spent on them meant less energy spent on their boss, and he was NOT making that mistake again.

Hopping backwards to avoid a horizontal cut, he raised his hand, five separate bones appearing from all sides of the henchman. He then closed it, each bone stabbing the knife-wielding goon from his neck to his chest. Blood gushed from the criminal’s wounds as he slowly fell onto his knees.

“sorry, man…” the skeleton said, making a clear effort to move out of the dead man’s way as he fell forward, blood squirting out onto the rooftop and forming puddles.

He stared at Scarecrow, his hands back in his pockets.

“anyways, as i was saying, i’ve given you plenty of chances, scarecrow,” he said, glancing around at the people he had had to kill, “no one else had to die today, but i guess you don’t really care about any of that, do you?”

Word Amount: 939
Moves used: Gaster Blaster (Sans,) Them Bones- Spears, Sliders (Sans)

SP 3/3

Onto you, Scarecrow!