The beginning of the End (Artefact Battle) (PvP)

[Dave Strider]

Dave retraced his steps, listening to some rad music in his earphones as he walked to the beat, slouching and minding his own business, at least for now. This was gonna be the first step to making a name for himself in this world and showing up the white douche while making ironic comics. Maybe Dave would feature him in the next edition of sbahj. Might have to post it to the dataverse when he got back from this free for all. It wasn't long before the knight of time made his way to the portal, walking through it and being greeted with a flash of light in the distance.

"Yeah, definitely late to the party. All hopes to be able to make a grand fucking entrance and take down a few peeps."

Dave broke into a run, reaching out to the side to bring out his Caledscratch from his sylladex, holding it in his right hand,heading a bit closer to the battle. He began to see people forming in the distance, it was already starting to become a crowd. Dave took out a turntable and gave it a few test spins, it seemed like he was limited on his power. Even so, he was gonna make sure to kick some ass. Bro's training was shitty and ironic in its purest form, but if Dave could get through that then this should be no biggie.

Eventually, some of the participants started to take notice of him, but each seemed to be brawling with another, stuck with their attention focused on someone else. Dave checked the ad in his iglasses, glancing around for the guy that probably paid for the advertisement, his red mask plastered in the corner for credit.

There he is. Shooting.... some chick in the back. Oh man, this was brutal. And epic.

With a burst of speed, Dave dove in, leaping in as Red Hood roared for his next challenger.

"Yo."

The dude turned to face him, firing a shot near instantly, it shot passed, whizzing by Dave as he rolled to a standing position

"Yeah I like to greet people with gunshots too in my spare time. Too bad I only brought a shitty sword huh. Maybe we should trade shitty swords and mine might make you look like less of a douche plastered in red metal like a ghetto human tank."

"Shut your mouth kid, or maybe I should just gut you and string you by the neck so you can be quiet." Red aimed his pistols again and fired as Dave dove to the side once more, going at an angle to gain ground on the mercenary. One caught his cape, leaving a large tear in it. 

"I dunno man, I don't think I'm into the whole choking thing, plus you're like how much older than me? Hit on someone your own age." Dave took another burst of speed to close the gap between them, bringing his sword down on the masked man. Red hood had barely enough time to pull out his combat knife and block the attack, while dave reached out with his free hand for his timetable.

"Like I would give a shit about you!" The mercenary shouted, starting to push back Dave using both his hands.

"Well how about we try this again?"

Reeeeemix.

Dave ducked as his time duplicate slammed its sword down along above him, taking his place as he ducked and charged the plated brute's gut, causing him to grunt as he was attacked from two angles. With his balance thrown off, Red felt his blade slip as Dave's duplicate slammed its sword into his shoulder, smacking the armor with a loud clank, denting it and leaving the shoulder beneath sore from the impact. Dave pulled back as Red recovered from the hit, leaping backward into the air, but Dave followed up, jumping with him, taking another swipe. 

Dave swung up as Red Hood blocked the attack, or so he thought, until the tip of Dave's blade broke, continuing on and smacking the mercenary's chin, causing him to grunt and kick Dave in the ches t hard enoguh to send him back, both landing a decent distance from from each other.

"You're a fucking nuisance, kid. Cheap tricks." 

"Thanks, living in time really helps out with making things really predictable, especially when you have to see them over and over again. Getting tired of seeing your face alre-"

A hammer caught Dave off guard, smacking his shoulder in the back and forcing him to call out from the pain.

"Goddamn, that fucking hurt."

"Do not worry Red, I have your back."

"Oh, looks like you're taken already."

"Shut up punk!"

A flurry of bullets were sprayed towards Dave, who attempted to use his sword to block some of the bullets that were on target. Two managed to catch him, one in the arm and one in the leg, but luckily, the mercenary had to reload. 

"Had enough yet?" Red called out.

"Just getting started," Dave shouted back as he gave heavy breaths.

But seriously, fuck guns.

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Dave retraced his steps, listenin ta some rad noize up in his wild lil' fuckin earphones as da thug strutted ta tha beat, slouchin n' mindin his own bidnizz, at least fo' now, nahmeean, biatch? This was gonna be tha straight-up original gangsta step ta bustin a name fo' his dirty ass up in dis ghetto n' showin up tha white douche while makin ironic comics. Maybe Dave would feature his ass up in tha next edizzle of sbahj. Might gotta post it ta tha dataverse when he gots back from dis free fo' all. Well shiiiit, it wasn't long before tha knight of time made his way ta tha portal, struttin all up in it n' bein greeted wit a gangbangin' flash of light up in tha distance.

"Yeah, definitely late ta tha party fo' realz. All hopes ta be able ta cook up a grand fuckin entrizzle n' take down all dem peeps."

Dave broke tha fuck into a run, reachin up ta tha side ta brang up his Caledscratch from his sylladex, holdin it up in his bangin right hand,headin a lil' bit closer ta tha battle yo. Dude fuckin started ta peep playas formin up in tha distance, dat shiznit was already startin ta become a cold-ass lil crowd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dave took up a turntable n' gave it all dem test spins, it seemed like da thug was limited on his thugged-out lil' juice n' shit. Even so, da thug was gonna make shizzle ta kick some ass. Broz hustlin was shitty n' ironic up in its purest form yo, but if Dave could git all up in dat then dis should be no biggie.

Eventually, a shitload of tha participants started ta take notice of his ass yo, but each seemed ta be brawlin wit another, stuck wit they attention focused on one of mah thugs. Dave checked tha ad up in his crazy-ass muthafuckin iglasses, glancin round fo' tha muthafucka dat probably paid fo' tha advertisement, his bangin red mask plastered up in tha corner fo' credit.

There he is. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shooting.... some chick up in tha back. Oh dude, dis was brutal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. And epic.

With a funky-ass burst of speed, Dave dove in, leapin up in as Red Hood roared fo' his next challenger.

"Yo."

Da dude turned ta grill him, firin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass blasted near instantly, it blasted passed, whizzin by Dave as he rolled ta a standin position

"Yeah I gotta greet playas wit gunshots too up in mah spare time. Too shitty I only brought a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty sword huh. Maybe we should trade shitty swordz n' mine might make you be lookin like less of a thugged-out douche plastered up in red metal like a ghetto human tank."

"Shut yo' grill kid, or maybe I should just gut you n' strang you by tha neck so you can be on tha fuckin' down-low." Red aimed his thugged-out lil' pistols again n' again n' again n' fired as Dave dove ta tha side once more, goin at a angle ta bust ground on tha mercenary. One caught his cape, leavin a big-ass tear up in dat shit. 

"I dunno dude, I don't be thinkin I be tha fuck into tha whole chokin thang, plus you like how tha fuck much olda than me son, biatch? Hit on one of mah thugs yo' own age." Dave took another burst of speed ta close tha gap between them, brangin his sword down on tha maxed man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Red hood had barely enough time ta pull up his combat knife n' block tha attack, while dave reached up wit his wild lil' free hand fo' his cold-ass timetable.

"Like I would give a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shiznit bout you, biiiatch?" Da mercenary shouted, startin ta push back Dave, rockin both his hands.

"Well how bout we try dis again?"

Reeeeemix.

Dave ducked as his cold-ass time duplicate slammed its sword down along above him, takin his thugged-out lil' place as da ruffneck ducked n' charged tha plated brutez gut, causin his ass ta grunt as da thug was beat down from two angles. With his balizzle thrown off, Red felt his blade slip as Davez duplicate slammed its sword tha fuck into his shoulder, smackin tha armor wit a funky-ass bangin clank, dentin it n' leavin tha shoulder beneath sore from tha impact. Dave pulled back as Red recovered from tha hit, leapin backward tha fuck into tha air yo, but Dave followed up, jumpin wit him, takin another swipe. 

Dave swung up as Red Hood blocked tha attack, or so tha pimpin' muthafucka thought, until tha tip of Davez blade broke, continuin on n' smackin tha mercenaryz chin, causin his ass ta grunt n' kick Dave up in tha ches t hard enoguh ta bust his ass back, both landin a thugged-out decent distizzle from from each other.

"Yo ass be a gangbangin' fuckin nuisance, kid. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Skanky tricks." 

"Thanks, livin up in time straight-up helps up wit makin thangs straight-up predictable, especially when you gotta peep dem over n' over again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Gettin pissed wit seein yo' grill alre-"

A hammer caught Dave off guard, smackin his shoulder up in tha back n' forcin his ass ta booty-call up from tha pain.

"Goddamn, dat fuckin hurt."

"Do not worry Red, I have yo' back."

"Oh, be lookin like you taken already."

"Shut up punk!"

A flurry of bullets was sprayed towardz Dave, whoz ass attempted ta use his sword ta block a shitload of tha bullets dat was on target. Two managed ta catch him, one up in tha arm n' one up in tha leg yo, but luckily, tha mercenary had ta reload. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! 

"Had enough yet?" Red called out.

"Just gettin started," Dave shouted back as he gave heavy breaths.

But seriously, fuck guns.



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Dave smacked Red's shoulder

Dave smacked Red's chin, Red countered with a heavy kick to the chest.

Thor smacks Dave with his hammer in the back shoulder.

Red shoots Dave in the leg and arm.