[Round 2 - C] Jibril & Harley Quinn vs Retane & Victor

[Karl Jak]

The mountain had recently broken apart. Its bottled fury roared into the sulfurous skyline.

Jibril and Harley Quinn shared a look as their adversaries appeared on the opposite side of a wide lava flow twisting down the mountain.

“Stay on your toes,” Victor whispered to his ally as a chunk of flaming stone belched from the volcano and crashed twenty yards from their position. “We have more than two opponents here.”

Word Limit: 850
Posts: 2
Time Limit: 48 hours
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: Off

Time limit starts at 5 pm CDT on June 25, 2018

“Battle of Death Mountain” – The Fight Area here is a broad, sloping region (half a square mile-ish) on a replica of Death Mountain just moments after the mountain was structurally compromised during the Institute’s assault on Volvagia. As a result, the air is thick and sulfurous, causing poor visibility. Chunks of stone from the collapsing mountain will rain and roll through the Fight Area, as well as rivulets and founts of lava. Be careful where you step, the lava will harm any prime it touches, regardless of what protections they think they may have (#DantePhysics). Defeat your adversaries before the whole place collapses. Good luck.

Stipulations: Special environmental hazards.

[Schwi Dola]

The stench of fumes and desolate landscape was somewhat familiar to the floating Angel. After a few moments she fetched the memories from her more recent data collection. “Why, This rock composition reminds me of the Ashen Steppes. I wonder if this area was created from there.” As she spoke, the sting of the volcanic gases caused her eyes to water. “It looks like this place has erupted recently.” Jibril looked over at Harley, concerned. “Are you going to be okay in this kind of environment?”

 “Ahh, I should be fine. If it gets too hot in here, I’ll just take my pants off or something” Harley said as she squatted to pull the leather away from her skin before continuing, “I feel like I have been to hell before and this place looks just like it.”

Jibril abruptly frowned. Weakness was a frustrating thing. Under her creator, The God of War Artosh, Jibril loved fighting with real power. Unfortunately, that power escaped her. She could be a killer again, unrestricted from the God of Play’s pledges, but she was closer to humanity now than she ever was as a true Fülgel. Jibril must curb her curiosity during combat. Even if these opponents weren’t as strong as the last ones, she didn’t want to go through the embarrassment of defeat again.

Jibril muttered to herself, “I must act with purpose, a plan. As masters, Sora and Shiro would...” They were the proof that strength came in more than sheer magical power. To match true gamer skill Jibril had to make this a sure win. She looked through the haze that obscured their opponents, only made worse by the rising ash from the lava flow separating them. “I will take the green one. I trust that won’t be a problem?” 

Harley un-holstered her guns to start the fight, “Go get that Killer Croc looking motherfucker!” Her motive was, of course, the same as before. Retane was obviously non-human and was likely the stronger target. His head was far more valuable, humans were a dime a dozen. They would likely gun for Jibril, her head was priceless. What they didn’t know was that Harley was skilled matching Jibril’s strength. 

However, the combat couldn’t start with a giant lava flow separating them from their enemies. “You can’t cross this; I’ll carry you.” Jibril grabbed Harley around the waist as she flapped her wings. She took off to the sky, quickly gliding over the lava. Heat singed their bodies and neither could keep from coughing as the thick air poured into their lungs.

A faint ‘Ahhhhh!’ could be heard over the roar of boiling magma. Jibril’s instincts shouted about an incoming energy blast. The green energy took them by surprise, enveloping them both. Harley complained, “Try dodging a little more!” Jibril rolled to one side narrowly avoiding two more blasts. 

Trying her best to keep a firm grip on Harley, Jibril grumbled, “After that last fight I was getting used to the idea of my instincts not warning me...” Jibril made a wide turning dive, building speed and keeping the distance from the enemy, dropping Harley off. Immediately the sky rained hot stones. Instincts sensing an impending rock, Jibril rushed to Harley and moved them out of the way of a car-sized boulder. She quickly put Harley down again and held out one hand to summon her murderously elegant, black scythe.

Jibril narrowly blocked an airborne sickle with her weapon and grinned. Nothing could sour this pleasure. Harley had moved off to engage Victor, already forgotten as Retane pulled back his chained sickle which shifted into a scythe with a dark green burst of light. “Time to die green guy.” Jibril’s murderous aura kicked in. Her desire to slaughter her opponents washed over all who were present. However, Retane only responded with a deep growl. 

“Aw, you look angry! Let’s try to turn that frown upside down!” Jibril taunted and charged forward. Retane took a stance, and as Jibril came in range, she disappeared, appearing behind him with a blood rending slash. He was fast to react; Jibril only got a shallow cut. Blood oozed from the wound, and he groaned in pain, “Rraaaah!” Unfortunately, Jibril left herself wide open and Retane slashed her wing. 

She kicked, forcing Retane to back off to avoid damage. He moved too quickly, somehow he must have seen through Jibril’s teleport. “So angry, beastial even! But anger can make you blind, you know?” She swung, and Retane met in kind. Another swing, but this one parried, while he shoved the end of his weapon’s shaft into her forehead. “Gah?!” 

Jibril backed off, but Retane pressed forward, swing after swing putting her at a considerable disadvantage. “I will not allow you to keep the offensive!” Jibril declared as she gathered up every spirit she could from the surrounding environment. If an observer could see magic a huge mass of power had converged on Jibril, all while as she was being forced back. But she stopped, throwing her scythe away and raising one hand to Retane. “Now die!” 

Word Count: 848
Jibril used T2 Super Attack Inverted Shift against Retane

[Retane]

The Namekian staggered backward on the slanted ground. He fell prone, weakened by the spacial contortion to the point that his own limbs were barely able to keep him from going horizontal. The rock beneath him was warm and almost soothing as it reminded him he was still here, not in that rift that had been forced upon him mere moments ago. It brought back memories of time long forgotten; of the pain and anguish he once had to endure when he had been stuck in limbo. He never wanted to feel that again.

"Fucking bitch!" He wiped his mouth to free it of his own fluids, but only smeared it with a mixture of soot and igneous rock.

The angel cocked her head to the side with an amused look upon her visage as she studied her foe. "Still not smiling?"

"Go", Retane muttered under his breath. A dark mist had already been stirring near him as the Mark of Lythia had activated. With the skies darkened from the ash smoldering air, it was almost unnoticeable until the mist took the shape of a running form. It quickly gave way to Arith who donned a white shirt atop of his golden armor.

"Rangajew, I choose you!" The Lythian warrior cackled as he jumped up, catching Jibril off guard. She threw her arms up to deflect the attack, but it never came, at least not how she expected. Arith's one boot landed upon her shoulder, while his other lightly caressed the back of her head and neck. With all the might and pressure, he could muster beneath himself, the Golden Warrior shoved off. "Thanks for the lift!"

The winged woman stumbled forward, each step another step slightly down hill and closer to her foe, who stood upright. She saw this, and tried to backstep, but her momentum was too great to stop in time.

The Reaper looked on from beneath his cowl, a menacing stare etched on his face, as she neared his range. With his free hand he loosed an orb of energy at her feet, making it even hard for her to gain her footing. His other hand wielded his scythe, and as she went past him he swung upward, the curved blade digging deep into her thigh. He let out a growl as he swung around to face her. She had managed to get just enough footing to take to the air and avoid being disemboweled.

"Look at me," Arith called from above. "I'm a Pokemon!" Victor Wolfe and Harley Quinn both paused mid swing to obey the command and looked up at the call.

The two looked at each other, confused and spoke simultaneously, "Friend of yours?"

"I only met him once," The Babylonian shrugged and leapt back. Quinn shrugged and turned back to the inbound warrior only to realize it was a moment too late.

"Arith, use Hyper Beam!" As the Lythian came down he opened an extended a hand fired off an energy blast, straight into the face of curious woman. She fell back taking the hit full on. As the armored warrior touched ground he stared at his hand, almost in bewilderment. He glanced at Wolfe who seemed confused and intrigued as well. "Holy shit," Arith exclaimed. "It fucking worked!"

Before Victor could even respond, the masked Lythian started to do a little shimmy, getting into what could only be assumed to be a rhythm. They both turned to Harley, who was quickly back to her feet. Arith waved at her to get her attention, then spun around in a circle as he hummed under his mask. He pointed at his shirt as he swayed his hips, his foot and tapping in synch with the nodding of his head. Harley glanced at the shirt and slowly read the words. "Who-the-fuck-is-Makoto?"

"Exactly!" Arith pointed at her and used his body to in a waving motion to keep her attention. His humming got higher and he finally let the words in his head flow. "I'll hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high. As long as you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low!"

Harley seemed as if she was going to start getting into the groove before she realized the words. By then it was too late. One of Victor's daggers went for her leg, while the Golden Warrior’s Brave Sword tried to sever her head. She used her bat to parry Arith's attack, sending him into a spray of dark mist with a single swing.

Off in the air, the Reaper swung his scythe downward. The angel used her own to sweep the strike wide, allowing Retane to use the momentum and bring the strike full circle. The winged foe brought her staffed section up to block. The crook of the Reaper’s blade dug into her back, tearing at her flesh as they struggled. Retane sneered beneath his hood with a vile grin. His foe only had two options left. His scythe could dig deeper, or she could push him off and rip it out. Both were fine with him,

850 words MS WORD/Wordcounter
Enro used T1 Summon Mark of Lythian-Arith
1/6 SP used

[Harley Quinn]

The fiery hellscape was something out of your worst nightmares. Besides danger from the rain of burning rubble, being within ten feet of the magma left devastating consequences. Just the intensity of the heat alone left burning blisters on my skin.

The challenger I faced now was a master at his craft. His blades danced with every slash carved into my skin. I imagined he was what Deadshot would be like if his forte were blades instead of assault rifles. “It’s way too fricking hot here," Victor complained through the heat and smolder. "Why fight in these conditions when we can get naked instead?” the assassin teased playfully. Twirling his daggers, he asked, “How do you feel about knife play?”

Sleazy, corrupt, and awfully damn sure of himself, he hinted, "I'm looking at you right now,” licking his lips with hunger, “under those clothes." Victor slashed and glided underneath the swing of my bat. In one fell swoop, his daggers cut through the front of my bustier like scissors through paper. My competitor was quick, and I was barely able to avoid life-threatening ramifications.  

All of a sudden, the insanity awoke like a demon that was locked away in my mind. It erupted with a bone-chilling ring of maniacal laughter inside my head. "Look how pathetic you are, you still think you can be a one-man show?" the madman hissed. 

Back in the real world, Victor lunged at my ribs with malicious intent. By putting my arm between his blade and my guts, I was able to keep my lunch. Even when Victor missed his mark, he still strolled around with a satisfied smug look on his face. "Can you feel my eyes on you?" Victor questioned as his blade sliced through my glove and cut deep into my skin. The fact that the assassin only stopped to taunt was a testament to his skill.

Victor could seriously fuck me up, but instead, he was toying with me. It was infuriating. My clothing was hanging together by threads and I was already one glove down. "What happens when I run out?" I thought to myself in a panic. The Joker responded with a crippling psychotic howl that rang through my ears.

The laughing left me disorientated, and I fell to my knees, allowing Victor behind me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and whispered, "Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach?" In a flash, the assassin cut off a strap of my bustier and degradingly threw my head forward.

Paralyzing fear overtook my body. Everything around me faded away until it was just me and Mistah Jay. Have you forgotten you are nothing without me? He was here with me, lurking in the shadows of smoke and ash. Surrounded by flames and destruction, like how it had always been.

"Can you feel me inside you?" Victor forced as he stood in front me ready to cut me free of my last strap. Even though it was Victor’s voice that was asking, the Joker was the one who stood before me with daggers in hand.

"Nooooo!" I screamed as I swung a devastating punch into the creep’s testicles. The sound of Victor’s aching wail was heard over the reverberation of volcanic eruptions. Loud enough to alert his partner, the Namekian paused to watch Victor fall to the ground. On his hands and knees he gasped, "You fucking cunt, you'll pay for that!" while struggling to catch his breath. 

With a smile from ear to ear, I asked in a sing-song voice, "Cash or card?" The assassin narrowly avoided a wallop from my boot to the top of his skull, but was powerless to keep me from getting on top of him. Quick to engage, I locked one of his hands behind my head and wrapped both legs tightly around his other. 

Shifting his weight on top of me, I forced his body into a cross like the Messiah himself. Victor's face was left defenseless to the pummels from the fist of my free hand. As I swung away, I felt the slick wetness of blood and his body went limp. Then all of the sudden, I could feel myself being clawed apart from behind. 

What was once your standard match suddenly became an all-out bar brawl. Fists, teeth, feathers, and claws, all tangled together, all fighting to keep one another off their partners. Eventually, Retane was able to drag me off Victor, but was unable to avoid a blast from Jibril. Without a moment to waste, the angel flew to take advantage of Victor's wounds.

"Enough!" Retane bellowed and with a vibrant flash, a white light blinded all our vision except his.  

My eyes stung and I couldn't tell who was friend or foe. Not good. I put two fingers in my mouth and let out a whistle. Animalistic cackles answered with Bud and Lou running from the shadows towards the only prime left standing, the green one. I cried out, "Sick em boys!"

Word Count 837 According to Google Docs
Used Chemical Insanity, and Unleash the Hounds (on Retane)
0/2 SP remaining

[Victor Wolfe]

As the assassin’s burned retinas recovered from his partner's unwarned flashing, he noticed two large hyenas sprinting towards big green. With a snap of their mashing jaws, one attached to the namekians thigh, scratching away with its claws as his powerful muscles resisted being crushed. The second of the pair leapt and grabbed at the opposite arm. The assault took the slug man by surprise, as purple blood began to dye the lips of the beasts like lipstick.


Whilst everyone on the battlefield was distracted, Victor who was still playing dead from the low blow began to hatch a plan. He had noticed that no one was attempting to use the most powerful weapon at their disposal, the arena itself. Slipping the small loops of the handles to his blades into the hooks hidden under his sleeves, he rolled around, playing up the pain. Whilst rolling he placed the blades at his feet, and lightly kicked them. Sending them into one of the lava-filled crags with only the handles not being submerged. Sure that no one had noticed, he slowly got to his feet.


Big Green had already done his part in being an adequate distraction and had seemingly shaken off the giant mutts. The hyenas circled from what they must have thought was a safe enough distance, no intent to attack from their movements. Deciding that it was his time to shine once again, Victor decided to draw all the attention.


"You know, of all the people in this fight who could have flashed me, you are probably last on my list Greenie, but could you give me more warning, so I can get my camera ready next time?" The assassin proclaimed loudly.


"Now we both agreed that the flaw in our plan last time was you going after the girl." Victor mocked his partner.


“So if you mess up with the damn child, then I am going to use these daggers of mine to carve me up some escargot!” the side of the assassin's mouth raised into a nasty snarl as he left the namekian and angel to have their dogfight.


The noblemen's opponent was a tough one, she had seemed like a ditzy idiot in her own little world at first. But whilst in her own little world, she had the skill and speed to not end up in ribbons from Victors bladed attacks. Perhaps she too wore a mask to hide her true intentions, causing those around her to underestimate who they were dealing with.


"So miss Quinn, your fist was ok, you hit just as hard as that golden-haired freak did last round, so good job, you didn't need to roid out to do it either. I am wondering though, is that bat just for show, or are you overcompensating?" Victor taunted as he dodged out of the way of a leaping swing with the bat, the wood somehow strong enough to turn some of the rock he was standing on into dust.


Victor and Harley continued their violent dance, Victor just staying out of reach of her blows as they made their way towards one of the many lava crags that littered their arena. At the last moment the assassin seemed to lose his footing, falling backwards as Harley stalked forwards, just as predatory as the hyenas she tamed.


"Aw, looks like our little game is finished sugar, batter up!" Harley taunted as she raised her baseball bat high in the air, clearly planning to Jason Todd him as he lay there.


"I agree, and after every good game you need a nice meal, look what I cooked up for you" Victor chuckled as he pulled his blades out from the lava crag, his hands becoming singed from the heat of the handle, and the blades glowing almost white from the heat. Before the jester could swing her bat down, Victor slashed across her abdomen, just below her ribs. Intense pain crossed Quinn’s eyes as the cuts instantly sealed from the heat, leaving two nasty black scars across her midriff.  Victor rolled out of the way as she fell forward, the assassin now the one standing over her.


"Oh that looked hot, you look hot, this entire arena is hot, our partners are... not so hot. But you know what the hottest thing of all is my dear? Why it is my gaze!" Victor proclaimed loudly as he began to use his ultimate weapon.


Victor poured all of his lust into his stare as his eyes focused on the angel who was currently preoccupied with the namekian, then briefly focused on Harley.

Ret took the hit from Harleys Hyenas, then went back to fighting Jbrill 

Vic heated up his daggers and then slashed Harley just bellow the ribs, the wounds are sealed from the heat but probably hurt alot from the burning. 

Vic used his t2 super utility smouldering gaze to attempt to drop Harleys defence by 1 and Jbrills by 3. for the rest of the fight. 

4/6sp remaning

[Schwi Dola]

A sinful burning from Victor’s gaze seared Jibril. She gasped, taking a quick slash from the green warrior’s weapon. A surprise threat from Victor? Jibril wasn’t aware of any attack that Victor had thrown at her before, and her instincts hadn’t warned her of this one either. She had to escape, the Fülgel needed a moment to reorganize. She focused everything inward and sought to break the limits that had been placed upon her. A true shift with an immediate and instantaneous execution, this was the way her magic was meant to be used. The sheer effort ripped apart some of her body’s spirits as she forced open a hole in space and relocated herself into a nearby plume of gas.

Holding her breath to protect herself from the toxic gas concealing her body, she considered her next move. Her original plan failed. Retane was getting out of her grasp and attacking Harley while Victor had entirely focused on her until this point. Another master of stealth rites... had she known Dhampir wannabes were so prevalent in the Omniverse Jibril would have sought countermeasures.

Improvisation in the face of the unforeseen was her masters’ specialty. However, it relied on their combined strength from working together and using everything to their advantage. Down the sloped mountainside lava flowed freely and rocks both rained and rolled down from above. Perhaps that could play a more significant advantage for Jibril if she could find the correct course of action. For this, she had to focus on herself. A true effort, getting seriously affected all of the spirits in her body.

Jibril frowned as her body’s spirits became hyper-focused. Real focus meant setting aside her enjoyment of the battle to use that mental processing for calculation and perception. Instinct informed her that an energy blast was about to burn her so she dropped her flight magic and readied a teleport. Jibril spotted Harley close by and aimed next to her, appearing after a few moments.

Retane roared at the pair while throwing more energy blasts. Jibril swatted at the glowing balls with her scythe while Harley behind her shot at Victor. The assassin avoided and made distance, disappearing in the smoky haze of a smoldering lava pool. Speaking softly and in a serious tone, Jibril said, “We need to work together and use this environment. I will play with the green guy. Set up Victor and I will shift to him and shove him into the lava flow next to us.” 

Harley responded, “That’s gonna be tricky why don’t I just shoot your guy to distract him instead?”

Jibril took a step to get her wing out of the way of a blast, however, Retane was moving down fast. There wasn’t enough time to consider more. “Fine, we will do that, let’s go.” Retane’s scythe came down meeting Jibril’s, while Victor followed the same prompt and charged in as well. 

He taunted, “Planning? Are you sure that will help cupcake?”  Harley growled back and swung with her bat. 

Now things were different. Where Retane pushed, Jibril punished. A too wide slash met with a quick jab. Anger built on his face as he realized the angel’s combat style was more refined, forcing him to be more defensive. She charged energy into one hand. Jibril parried an attack with her scythe and let out an unavoidable holy ray. Instead of pushing hard, she let Retane push her back and over the lava flow.

Two shots from Harley pierced Retane’s leg. This was the moment Jibril was waiting for. Retane looked in the direction of the attack for just a moment as Jibril dove forward throwing off her scythe. He looked back, and she tackled him, grabbing him around the waist and putting all of her magical strength into her flight magic to spin. They spun together once building up speed and throwing him down to the lava below.

Retane caught himself. He slowed and glided along the lava, his body singed by the rising heat. With a burst of speed, he did a sharp curve up and towards Jibril. Jibril moved backward and teleported away from the threat of being thrown into the lava herself. Before this chase could continue, the ground shook and the sky rained molten globs. 

She didn’t have many options, Jibril needed an opportunity to present itself. She twisted out of the way of a baseball sized ball of magma but at the price of a small piece searing her wing. The burning pain gave Jibril an idea. She seemed to have one real advantage over her green challenger. So, she swung her body around to face Retane who swung his scythe. 

At that moment, her instincts screamed at her about a fiery death about to hit her. She pushed forward into the swing and grabbed the Namekian yet again. “If there is one thing I have over you sir I would say one thing. I am tougher.” She held on, her wings folding in as a ball of lava bigger than themselves rained on them from above, enveloping them both.

Word Count: 850
Jibril used Quick Shift T2 Super Defense.
Jibril used Focus T1 Super Form 1 post.
Jibril 0/5 SP remaining.

[Retane]

Retane wasn't blind. With his peripherals, he could see the rather large blob of molten rock coming in their direction. What he didn't expect was for his winged foe to grab ahold of him. Was she this foolish? Did she really think him to be so weak? The Namek sneered at Jibril, his lips curling as he looked her dead in her eyes. "Bring it bitch!"

A hue of dark green energy exploded around the Reaper as he tapped into the roots of his heritage, his power ascending once more. His knee shot up into the sternum of the angel, doubling her over and forcing her to release her grip on him. Both of Retane's arms were already becoming shrouded in what could be described as grey wind, mixed in with his current aura. From the Mark of Lythia, the same dark mist from before started to flow from beneath his cloak.

The mercenary glanced to the incoming assault of the mountain, then back to his enemy, then to the fighting pair beneath them. He shot Victor a telepathic heads up before turning back to Jibril. Retane loosed his first attack upon the angel with one arm, sending a cyclone of razor sharp wind her way while also propelling himself toward the center of the oncoming mass of lava. With his Feral Wind fist leading the way, the Namekian collided full force with his target.

Molten rock and wind collided momentarily. It was almost like a vacuum effect where the lava itself seemed to encompass Retane's forearm, burning and eating at the wounds the mutt had created earlier. Mixed with his own blood, the swirl around his arm came off as a bright violet color. Retane couldn't take the heat any more. His clothing was starting to spark up in flames in random spots. With a final roar the liquified rock exploded, showering the area as Retane released the final cyclone.

The fireworks simmered. The Namekian tossed his cloak as he hung there, tired and out of breath, staring deep into the eyes of an angel, whose visage spelled annoyance. Had Retane not done what he did, the trajectory of the molten rock would have come down upon Victor and Quinn, and it wasn't something Retane was willing to risk. Orbs formed into his hands as the razor burned angel simply winked. It was more than enough to set him off and with a guttural growl. The Namek only managed to fire off the first few blasts of his Controlled Scatter Shot, before Jibril was behind him, shooting a ray of energy into his back.

Arith paced beneath them as he surveyed the two fights, shouting, "Pew pew pew!" at Quinn when she fired a bullet in his direction, and pretending to shoot back. As he saw Retane take the shot in the back, he knew it was time to act. "Hey! Come down here you damned bat! Come down here so I can choke a chicken!"

She ignored him and chased after the Namek with her scythe ready in hand. Writh shook his head as he started to hum, remembering that Jack Frost had told him that if he believed it, he could do it. The words started in the Lythian's mind and soon he began to sing, "Oh, I believe I can fly! I believe I can reach that witch! Thinking about it right here and now! Gonna grab her go, kapow!"

As Arith sung, he began to float before taking off in a huge arc, coming down upon Jibril. The Golden Warrior reached behind him, in an attempt to grab at his favored weapons, only to realize they weren't there. "Shit!"

The angel looked behind her at the incoming nuisance, then back at the Reaper. His scythe had become the chained sickle, spinning loosely in his injured hand. Before Jibril could react, Airth was on her back, his legs wrapping around her wings, causing her to fold them in. Jibril bucked and tried to elbow the Dragon Warrior. Arith sang as he took each blow, "Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel, closer than Retane you are to me, baby!"

"Get off me, you fool!" Jibril yelled

"I can't! I have arachnophobia! I'm afraid of heights!" Arith struggled with the oversized fairy and dug his gloves in where ever he could as he tried to hold on.

"Impudent human!" The winged woman screamed.

"Yeah? Well your mama is a fucking llama!"

Before anything else could be said, Arith felt the sickle pierce through him and dig into the angel as the chain wrapped tight around the two.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jibril taunted." To scared for a fair fight."

Arith started to headbutt the angel repeatedly, even though blood flowed from beneath his helm., "Oh you thought this was a fair fight?" He managed. "Damned fool! This is the fucking Abyss!"

Retane produced a wicked grin and after a few moments it all became clear as countless orbs surrounded Arith and Jibril.

Arith laughed and choked for a second before finally screaming, ”Selfdestruct!!!!”

849 words used MSoffice
Summoned Arith(1SP)
Used T2 for rest of round(4SP)

No more Sp for me...

[Harley Quinn]

The battlefield groaned like the mountain was alive, creating an ominous murmur that smothered us with an invisible force. Can we win? Or, will all this sweat and blood be for nothing? My lungs seared, and the flesh below my hips throbbed from Victor's surprise attack. The longer the fight dragged on, the deadlier it became, and I was fastly approaching my body’s limitations.  

Until the chemical bath, I wasn't anyone special, merely another Doctor. I'm not some heavenly being, or a wizard, or even some creature from outer space.  I'm just a crazy bitch with a bad attitude, who can't seem to catch a break.

Jibril unleashed a black ray that blanketed the assassin in a devilish aura and sent him tumbling backward. Meanwhile, Retane stood back, shrouded by smoke with a look of fierce concentration on his face. It wasn't until I caught the glow of power that illuminated his putrid, purple blood-soaked, skin, that I noticed he was up to something.

The force of his rage was aimed right at my guardian angel. If I didn't do something quick, I was going to lose the only good thing going for me. My legs moved faster than my brain could think and I bolted at Jibril, shoving her out of harm's way. As the ball of energy barreled its way towards me at a devastating rate, I caught the look in Jibril's eyes when she realized what I had done. At the last second, my partner grabbed my hand before it slipped away and pulled me to her. 

The brutal and destructive force of the blast was evaded thanks to Jibril. However, his blast grazed my body just enough to strip away my flesh and left my arm limp, hanging in shreds. Shock overcame me, and I let out a weak chuckle, unable to move or speak. Before our opponents could take advantage of their upswing, nature called a timeout. Brimstone rained on us in a flurry of chaos as the mountain reminded us that no one was safe.

My angel sent from heaven took this time to rescue me again and carried me away like a knight in shining armor. She then flew us to refuge behind a giant slab of rock that embedded itself in the earth. My wound was atrocious and even biting my tongue couldn't keep the tears from streaming down my face. This was bad; this was really bad.

***

Retane and Victor ever so cleverly crept up on the other side of the sheetrock. With both their backs pressed against the foundation, Victor took a moment to shoot a satisfied look at his Big Green Guy. He let out a pleased snicker before praising, "Nice shot!"

"Bitch didn't see it coming!" the Namekian bragged, letting out chortle and raising a clawed fist in the air. Retane took a peak on the other side of the sheetrock that separated them and could see Harley holding her gun. Signaling his comrade, the Namekian and the assassin sprang from their position.

Retane went in guns blazing as usual, sending disseminated blasts all throughout the area. Victor came in like a shifty fox, cutting my hand free from the revolver. Then he unexpectedly landed face first into a boulder. As the dust began to settle from the Namekian's onslaught, they were surprised that they were alone behind this wall of rock.  

Standing behind the bastards in the semi-enclosed space, I fired my gun in the air and yelled: "Now Jibril!" She was quick to engage, and with a fire of her holy ray, Jibril caused a landslide of rock and slab to cover our opponents. Once dirt, rock, and debris from the mountain covered them completely, she took her place beside mine to wait. 

Moments before, I reluctantly asked Jibril to make her scythe red hot by lava and cut off my limp limb. It hurt like a bitch, but I was lucky to be alive. We acted fast and devised a plan that involved using everything we got which now included my severed arm. As we came up with our strategy, Jibril had her doubts. 

"It will work," I protested. 

Jibril nodded her head in agreement, "Gods will bleed too with enough force."

With that being said, I propped up my hand with a revolver and around a rock snowman to set the trap. I even made sure that the gun in my severed arm was easily seen but still hidden enough to establish the illusion.

As my partner and I stood to admire our handiwork of the collapsed mountainside, I couldn't help but laugh. Jibril turned to look at me in confusion which only made me cackle harder. “It looks like we got the upper hand now," I said as I tried to nudge her with my one good arm playfully. She didn’t get it. 

“Thank goodness it worked,” I breathed. Adrenaline and my own craziness was the only thing keeping me standing. However, the celebration was short lived as Retane busted out from under the debris with a roar, carrying Victor with him.

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[Victor Wolfe]

Victor groaned as the impact from the rocks reminded him of the worst hangovers he had ever experienced. A trail of blood, cold compared to the heat of the volcanic landscape, slid down the back of his neck. Whilst the Namekian was forcing the pair through their rocky prison, the assassin focused on tending to his wounds. The cuts, bruises, and burns from the battle healed. Youthful, healthy skin, darkened only by the ash and grime that filled the air returning. By the time the pair burst through to the surface Victor’s body was almost brand new. Dropping down from of his partner's arms, he stretched his now fully functional muscles. Punctuating his little show of regeneration by cracking his neck.


"You know, if not for me being the glorious son of a gun that I am, that may have just killed me! If this was a class, you would have gotten a solid A-minus there miss Quinn." Victor taunted as he circled his partner, eventually ending up behind the Namekian, his green muscled frame blocking out the cherub and clown girls vision of the assassin.  


"For being such a good little student, I’ll give you the advanced course! So pay attention, and you might learn a thing or two from the master.” Wolfe quipped whilst cracking his knuckles. “Before I kill you that is" Ret glanced back at his partner, a judging gaze crossing his face.


"What? Tuition at my school has a high price. At least when I kill them I do it quickly rather than crush them under debt.” Throwing his hands into the air Victor sighed.  “I think it is a fair trade personally."  The assassin mumbled?whilst continuing to buy himself time to execute his plan. Deviously, he reached down for his belt, the silver reflecting the red glow from the lava.


Pressing the button the noblemen returned to his element, a protective shroud of invisibility covering his skin. Like a fish returning to the water, it just felt right removing the suffocating gaze of the peons. Of course, he had failed to mention the plan to the Namekian, a look of shock spread across the green fellow’s face as he backed away. A surprising lack of Victor shocking their opponents. Ret’s shock turned to rage as he mentally screamed out. Where the fuck are you?  Causing the assassin to stifle a giggle, not wanting the game to end yet.


The looks of surprise on their opponents morphed into opportunistic glee/ As Quinn stalked towards the Namekian, Jibril prepared to shoot at the slightest sign of movement. In a case of pets resembling their owners Harley charged forward, baseball bat in hand ready to smash up the Namekian’s arm. As Retane braced for the impact he noticed that Harley seem to lose her balance, almost as if an invisible force collided with her knees.  Retane held his arm out, the acrobat unable to steady herself as her neck collided with the Namekians forearm, causing her to be left gasping for air on the ground.


Allowing the Namekian back into his mind, the assassin chuckled. Well, that worked out better than I could have expected. Now please go and remove that flying annoyance’s head from her shoulders. You can... Eat it? Kick it around? Whatever you want to do with it, just go get it, boy!  Victor allowed the Namekian to hear his train of thought causing his partner to grumble, something about young uns, and lack of respect as he once again went to brawl with the flying menace.


Sauntering towards Harley, the assassin aimed an invisible kick, landing it right into her side, causing her to roll dangerously close to a stream of the molten lava. Pebbles rolled into the glowing mass only to disappear as they were engulfed.  Victor had her exactly where he wanted her, on her knees, with tears in her eyes, as he had his fun with her body. Unable to resist he let out a small giggle.


Harley sprung into action, swinging her good arm, bat still in hand as she swept the assassin's legs out from under him. Using the bat as support Harley stood over the supposed master of stealth triumphantly.


"Well done, you broke my stealth, ten points for Harleypuff" Victor taunted. "However, there is one thing that you didn't think of," Victor gathered up some of the blackened ash in his hand, balled it up and threw it. The metal and tiny shards of rock blinded her as Victor pressed the button on his belt, returning to stealth. With a burst of movement, the assassin charged energy into his blades as he struck out with explosive force, aimed directly at Harley Quinn's back.

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Vic used 3 SP to heal most of his wounds, and then hit Harley with his t 1 offensive super move, Now you see me...

0/6 SP left 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#32 Jibril & #30 Harley Quinn vs #24 Victor Wolfe & #29 Retane

Victor’s dagger tore into a piece of wood as Harley sidestepped the vicious jab.

The woman stumbled even as she evaded the lethal strike.

Off to the side, Retane had parried a scythe swing with his sword.  Droplets of lava from Jibril’s weapon, however, made it impossible for him to try and jockey for position.  He retreated.

The scythe lashed out at the namekian, and while he dodged the arcs, the splatters of lava occasionally found purchase on his flesh.  Every time he opened his mouth to shout something profane or witty, he had to grit his teeth and focus on backtracking.  Just when he thought the damnable creatures’ weapon would stop dripping superheated stone, she managed to find some puddle of picket of it.  After about thirty yards of this, he finally saw what was happening as the heat of the nearest lava flow started to warm his back.

“I didn’t sign up for swim lessons!”  Retane growled as he stepped forward and swung the Brave Sword.  Weapons met in close proximity between the two, and the pair both felt the heat of splattered lava.  “Come on baby,” the namekian grumbled as he reached out and raked his clawed digits across the other prime’s face.  “Light my fire!”

Even with just one arm, Harley Quinn managed to keep Victor frustrated.  He’d move in with his daggers, eyes alight with the belief that this time he had his opening, but the woman with slink or tumble from his range.

It wasn’t until the scream from her teammate that Harley Quinn broke her concentration.

Retane tensed every muscle in his body as he jammed the blade through Jibril’s gut.

The harlequin had to get around Victor to help her angel, but the lava was creeping closer.  She sidestepped and smacked him in the side of the head with her elbow.  A grin spread across her own soot-stained face as she moved to intercept.

She made it five paces before a dagger sank into the base of her spine.  A beat later, it twisted, and another dagger jabbed into the front of her stomach until there was a screech of metal inside the woman’s body.

“Don’t tell the Namekian that the tips touched.”  Victor whispered as he wrapped his arms around Harley’s head.

Fifteen feet way, Retane smacked away the scythe and jammed his sword down to its hilt.  Jibril stumbled backwards, her chin coated in blood.  She lifted her eyes to see that damn, sneering face.

“I’m the death god, scrub.”  With a kick, Retane knocked Jibril into the lava flow.  The angel of death swallowed a scream and spent a few moments flailing against the inevitable before she went limp and vanished beneath the molten rock, leaving behind a dazzling array of flames on the surface.

“And scene,” Victor muttered as he snapped Harley’s neck and shoved her into a nearby source of lava.

[spoiler]

Victor (2.8) & Retane (2.75) defeat Jibril (2.3) and Harley Quinn (3.2)

#30 Harley Quinn DEAD
#32 Jibril DEAD

Victor & Retane advance to Match I of the Consolation Bracket, where they will face Sasuke and Serraph.

Jibril and Harley will respawn in the Nexus in 7 days.[/spoiler]