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

[Sans]

“Everything is ready, sir.”

Scarecrow looked back towards his second-in-command, tearing his eyes off of his binoculars pointed directly at the rally below.

“Good. Do you have the detonator?” he replied, moving his hand out behind him. The henchman moved his hand to his belt, removing the rectangular detonator from it before setting it in the criminal’s gloved palm. He tightened his grip almost immediately, setting it on the edge of the rooftop as he stared through his binoculars.

It was a definite fortune for him that the police chief had chosen to base his rally in front of a large building; specifically, the office building they had raided a few days ago. The chief must have thought holding a ceremony for the fallen on the place they had fell would strike a chord with the public. Sadly (okay, not so sadly,) for him, it was just what he wanted. Him and his rabble had been terrorizing the good people of Coruscant for far too long; they abused the public, removing rights that they deserved to the point where no one knew what true freedom was. Enough was enough in his eyes. If they would not listen, then he would make them listen.

A healthy dose of fear can change the minds of anyone. Fear rattled the mind and corrupted the soul, turning the most intelligent and elegant of man into irrational creatures with no regards for the safety of anyone but themselves. Once a man starts looking out for himself and himself only, they’ll believe anything told to them.

Stars twinkled the digital sky, illuminating the wide, open rooftop that Scarecrow and his henchman stood on. Just below were seemingly hundreds of men, women, and children attending the ceremony, as well as a fair amount of soldiers to go along with it. Their leader, the Chief, stood on a wooden pedestal draped in the Empire’s colors, speaking into a microphone that rang out across the plaza. Normally, the crime boss would have activated his plan by now, but he wanted to wait. An unidentified whistleblower had sent them a copy of the prepared speech. The words by the end were just too good an opportunity to pass up; he had to activate his plan by then. It was exactly the message he wanted to get across.

So he waited; he waited and his listened to the drones of the Chief as he gave his speech. His hand inched towards the detonator.

A whoosh of air flew past his head as his fingers clamped down where the detonator used to be.

He whirled around, setting his binoculars down. Standing at the opposite end of the rooftop, having apparently just gotten there a few moments ago, was a small, stout skeleton wearing a blue jacket, white turtleneck, and staring at them with two white glowing eyes and a goofy smile. At first, both Scarecrow and his second-in-command were confused as to who this creature was… until he spoke.

“looks like you got my text after all… sorry i’m late, but you know…” he said, chuckling in a deep, casual voice, “couldn’t help but notice that, uh… you were scheming and all that.”

He raised his right hand, the detonator gripped firmly in his bony fingers. His glowing eyes had disappeared, leaving a black void in his eyelids.

“normally, i’d let it slide…. but i think i’ve given you plenty of chances, scarecrow.”

Intro Post completed!

Next up is Scarecrow!

[Beta Ray Bill]

"How do you know My ... never mind.. you fool do you know whats at stake here, these innocent people  and the solders the leaders. They will know true fear, A perfectly" calculated fear, the fear that moves people to change, and when my terrorism is complete then there will be control, my control." Scarecrow shifted his position from where he was standing on the roof. Sans stare at Scarecrow with his goofy smile   "I would not keep that smile for long, when I'm done with you, you will be screaming for your mother." Scarecrow looked around "Break him men." Scarecrow rose his hands in a terrifying positions.

[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!

[Beta Ray Bill]

Doctor Crane glared into Sans’ soul, sneering. The master of fear clenched his fists and folded his arms, his muscles tensed, with every thought in his head swayed to malice. A breeze drifted through, blowing over Crane’s hood, irritating him.

“You are down right a simpleton who doesn't understand what he doing!” Scarecrow backed three paces, each step growing closer to the ledge of the building, glancing over the edge, to see several other buildings. “You want to play hero, then catch me!” Laughing he fell off the ledge.

Falling and flipping through the air like a circus acrobatic, Scarecrow gracefully landed on his feet, on to the next building, he braced himself. Laughing hysterically, he turned  to see Sans right beside him, smiling that infernal Smile. Crane curled both his hands into a ball, raising them to the level of his head. He screeched out in aggravation . Jonathan darted past the skeleton, shoving Sans into the rooftops grimy floor.

Scarecrow jumped and flipped to one building to the next. Feeling that he made enough ground, Doctor Crane placed himself on the rooftops floor, resting. Jonathan glanced beside him, his eyes widened, noticing an  antenna near a rooftop door, he gave a large smirk. Crane shuffled towards it, yanking out a spare coat, he placed it on the antenna, and silently backed into the shadows, and chuckled awaiting for the surprise.

Sans gracefully leaped from one rooftop to another, as if they were stare cases. Sans reached to a rooftop, noticing Scarecrow’s unmistakable coat. The Skeleton raised his boney fingers, his grin grew larger than normal. He rushed in after what seemed to be Scarecrow. The skeleton fell to the ground. Pulling what he thought was Scarecrow, staring deep into the coat. Jonathan Crane leaped out of the shadows and crashed his fist hard into Sans spine.