Zone X -- The Colosseum

[Corporal Light]

Zedd whirled around, purple pixie dust glittering around his head. Roaring to the heavens, he charged at the maid in a blind, animalistic fury, leaving the engineer behind.
 
With the combatants occupied, Clarke lumbered towards the large, dark side entrance as fast as his RIG would allow him to. Sweat poured down his face; he panted with the hoarseness of a chainsmoker; his panic-stricken eyes blinded him to the world as he fled.

Just as he passed through the darkness, he felt a shot of fiery, hot pain surge between his shoulder blade. He bit his tongue to stop his screams as he turned around to face his assailant.

Suzaku dashed at him, a maddened grin on her face and sharp, steel crescents in her hands. Isaac lifted his Plasma Cutter, aiming at the maid. Her smile faded as three blue dots materialized from her forehead down to her chin.

A bolt of flesh-melting plasma zoomed out from Clarke’s gun. Tamsin rolled to the side, the shot hitting air. She lunged forward, a psychotic glint in her eyes.

Before she could get far, though, Zedd intervened. He reamed her in the stomach with the side of his Z-Staff, stopping her in her tracks. She keeled over, grasping her belly before the skinless monstrosity whacked her in the head and sent her tumbling away.

He couldn’t help but laugh at his success. He raised his metallic rod and admired the fresh blood that stained it. Absorbed in his victory, he did not notice the glowing, ocean-blue dots lining his waist.

Isaac squeezed the trigger. Zedd yelped in shock and pain as he dropped to the dust and blood-covered floor of the arena.

The engineer looked down at the back of his gun and stared at the ammo counter. A small “0” laid plastered on the orange hologram.

The muscle-made man got up, one hand clutching his waist and the other clenched around his silver Z-Staff. Nostrils flared, electricity sparking from the end of his melee weapon, he darted towards the space engineer, shouting expletives the whole way.

Isaac popped out the spent cartridge with all the speed and desperation of a frightened rabbit; his hand scrambled for a spare. He slipped a charge in with trembling fingers just as Zedd closed the distance.

Zedd’s staff careened into his helmet, leaving a Z-shaped dent. He stumbled back, static filling his vision. His heart pumping with adrenaline, he ducked underneath the next swing. He clenched his fist and countered with a jab to his opponent’s jaw. Zedd flew back, landing in the dirt.

Clarke trudged toward the downed, groaning, cursing egomaniac. Once he was right on top of him, he lifted a single mud and dust-coated boot over his opponent’s chest.

The skinless man rolled out of the way of the engineer’s foot just as it plummeted down. The floor quaked; the impact left a small crater, tiny cracks arcing out from the sides. Dust kicked up into the atmosphere, enveloping the two fighters in a cloud.

He continued his assault, each stomp more forceful and inaccurate than the last. He was relentless; his mind surrendered to the fight response. He hyperventilated; his entire body felt like it had waded through molasses. The only thing keeping him standing was the knowledge that, if he gave up, he would lose the competition. The beginning of a new life, lost. What few things he had left to live for, removed.

His foot slammed into the ground, missing Zedd’s head by almost an inch. He realized too late that he had used his bad leg, but that didn’t stop the waves of pain from shooting up and into his stomach. He grit his teeth to bite back the shrieks; he couldn’t afford weakness now.

“ENOUGH OF THIS!” Zedd shouted.

He struck Isaac’s bad leg with his Z-Staff, forcing Clarke onto his knees. He pushed himself onto his feet and brandished his weapon for all to see. The bottom of his staff had been filed down to a shiny point. He grasped one of Isaac’s hands and held it back as he raised his staff, the bottom end aimed for his head.

To the Omniverse, they saw a combatant triumphant.

To Isaac, he saw a monster.

A monster of mangled flesh and organs reanimated as a killing machine. The Ishimura rocked as he held back the bloodied, bone blade of the Necromorph holding him down. He could smell the death and decay. It roared in his face. He could see it smile. There was something cruel inside. Only something cruel could kill Nicole.

Anger replaced pain. He pulled out the blade from the Necromorph, tossing it away. He pounced on the monster. Metal met flesh. He pounded at the thing’s head. Nicole flashed before his eyes.

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Plot Summary:
Zedd, in his lunacy state, runs off to go fight Tamsin in retaliation for the knife-throwing incident. Isaac tries to flee to avoid the brawl.
Tamsin, also under lunacy, tosses a Fang of Gelidus into Isaac's back just before he can escape. Turning back, he tries to hit her with a bolt from his Plasma Cutter. She dodges, but gets knocked away by Zedd's Z-Staff.
Zedd, in his infinite glory, decides to start gloating about his victory, giving Isaac ample time to nail him with a plasma bolt to the waist. This comes at the cost of his remaining ammo, though.
Zedd charges at Isaac as he reloads his gun. Melee ensues.
Zedd eventually gets Isaac onto his knees and tries to stab him in the head with his staff. Isaac ends up hallucinating, seeing himself back at the Ishimura and that Zedd is a Necromorph. Enraged, he overpowers Zedd, throws his staff to the side, and is currently beating the shit out of him.
Clownpiece is probably somewhere in the stands watching this whole thing or something.

Note: I plan on having Isaac remain in this sort of hallucinatory state for the remainder of the match. He sees himself inside the Ishimura, a derelict, dark mining ship, and fighting three necromorphs that are dependant on the fighter (For example, Tamsin could be a Stalker or a Twitcher in his eyes, as she is ground-based and is fast.)