The Tournament pt.6
The desert sands swirled and the winds howled, the lights from the Strip shone in the distance. The moon was full and colored bright red, under it the Spectre and Blizzard stood across from each other. The Spectre dropped the heavy deathclaw armor off of his robes and set his spear down next to them. Blizzard did the same taking the armor plating off of his suit and dropping his freezing gauntlet into the soft sand.
"Such a fitting night, the moon itself is painted with blood." The Spectre spoke calmly.
"As I'm beating you to death, pummeling your body until it is lifeless. Tell me how it feels, the grip of death." In response to this The Spectre chuckled.
"Your ferocity is clear in your voice. That's good, if you hold back I'd have to kill you. But enough of this, let us see which one of us truly is superior, shall we?" They both entered their respective fighting stances, Blizzard was the first to strike kicking up a pile of sand. He used this diversion to get behind the Spectre, swinging for the side of his head the Spectre blocked the strike swiftly. As a counter strike the Spectre quickly delivered a knee to Blizzard's chest, he was knocked down but only for a moment quickly springing to his feet. The Spectre now was on the offensive he delivered several jabs all blocked by Blizzard, trying for a front kick Blizzard caught his foot flipping The Spectre into the air and swatting him to the ground with a drop kick. In a moment they were both back on their feet, Blizzard attempted a sweep but the Spectre quickly hopped over his leg. They both went for a hook on opposite sides connecting with one another, each of them stumbled back but were quickly back at each other's throats. The Spectre swung his leg with a roundhouse kick, Blizzard dodged the strike narrowly bending himself backwards. Blizzard swung at the Spectre as the Spectre simultaneously swung at him, they each caught each other's fists and met eyes. A thundering roar interrupted them and they looked at one another, then the source of the noise, a pack of deathclaws. They eached looked back at the other and dashed for their weapons, and were upon the creatures. There were four of them, Blizzard froze the first one solid kicking the ice statue into another one of the beasts and it shattered on impact. The Spectre threw his towards the one that was closing in on him and punctured the creature's head killing it instantly and swinging it's corpse into the second one stunning it. The second Deathclaw was now upon Blizzard and raised a claw in attack, Blizzard responded quickly with another blast of ice directed at the creature's claw, with the frozen claw already in full swing it shattered against Blizzard's side. Blizzard swiftly grabbed the deathclaw's second claw and broke the bone inside it and tore it from the monster's body, he swung the claw like a blade dicing the deathclaw into chunks with it's own arm. The last deathclaw swung at The Spectre with both claws dodging with a backflip, the Spectre jumped over the creature's head and snapped it's neck in middair. They didn't let the creature's distract them for long, Blizzard flung the severed arm of the deathclaw at the Spectre, his response was to use a corpse from the ground as a shield. He threw the corpse to the side and blocked the punch Blizzard was in the process of throwing, The Spectre kicked at Blizzard's side which was in turn blocked. They each swung several more strikes the other blocking or dodging each strike, until Blizzard delivered a forward kick knocking the Spectre to a distance. The Spectre threw his spear towards Blizzard, but it was frozen by a blast of ice before it was able to connect. Blizzard grabbed the line frozen spearhead and rope and tugged to bring the Spectre towards him. Realizing his spear was now rendered useless, he quickly ditched the rope and dashed towards Blizzard. Blizzard released the other end of the spear and approached the Spectre, they came in contact punching their fists together. A blast of ice came from Blizzard's knuckles, freezing the Spectre's forearm solid, the force of the impact shattered the frozen section of the Spectre's arm. Blizzard's gauntlet beeped indicating it needed a new liquid nitrogen cartridge, he flung it off his arm. Blizzard unleashed a flurry of strikes against the Spectre most of them connected due to the Spectre's new disability. Even missing an arm the Spectre fought ferociously showing his amazing pain threshold. Blizzard continually struck the Spectre with devastating strikes, a kick to the teeth, a knee to the gut, several punches to the face and side of the head. He was thrown into a rage like he had been with Johnny, but this time there would be no mercy. His azure outfit was stained maroon by the blood gushing from the many cuts and wounds of the Spectre. Blizzard picked up his battered by his throat and lifted the Spectre into the air, dropping him and roundhousing him several feet across the sand. The Spectre was on his knees now, and Blizzard grabbed his throat again.
"Any last words?" Blizzard shouted at the battered Spectre. The Spectre looked up at him, coughed staining another section of his mask with his blood and weakly spoke,
"Well.... done...." Blizzard pulled with all his strength tearing the head of the Spectre from his body, with his spinal column dangling beneath his severed head. Holding the head high he shouted towards the crimson moon in victory. From the shadow created by the great vault door a slow clapping emerged. The Sorcerer stepped from the shadow grinning,
"Well done indeed."
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