Mock Fight: Ballad vs the SoSV

[Skeletor]

Skeletor shot a rage-filled glance at The Fear-master, “I am not some lackey to be ordered around, you overgrown hay bale!” he shouted. Nevertheless, he began to circle around to Ballad’s right, staying on the side with the revolver. He was confident in his abilities to handle this arrogant opponent who thought that he was stronger than all four of them, but there was no reason to expose himself to the worst tools the stranger possessed. That was what the others were for.
 
He began to accumulate eldritch energy as he circled. “So, Gunsmith, you think yourself my superior? I do believe we will have to put that bit of posturing to the test!” Still circling, the Warlock fired an experimental bolt of energy, which Ballad easily side-stepped. What would have once been a furrowed brow passed across the Warlock’s face. Skeletor stopped circling, and focused his aim, firing again only to the same result. “What’s the matter, Trap-jaw? Worried I’ll actually hit you?” Skeletor asked as his anger rose. “Because I can most certainly do that!” The Skull-faced prime raised his havoc staff, firing a more powerful beam, only to see it rendered pointless as Ballad moved behind one of the support beams of the simulation.
 
“Stop that!” Skeletor shouted, his indignation rising. “This is a fight you wanted wasn’t it? Stop hiding and face me!” The gunsmith moved back out from behind the beam, still silent, and dodged yet another of Skeletor’s blasts. Red pinpricks of light shown in the back of Skeletor’s eye sockets. “This will not be tolerated!” he shouted as he gathered more power. “if you truly possess the power you boast of. Show me! So far all I have seen is talk and dancing. And I will soon put an end to THAT!” with a cackle, the Warlock swung his havoc staff in the air,  nearly a dozen smaller bolts flying outward in an eldritch spray. “Side-step this, you Scarf-wearing Scamperer!”