Arena Battle II (RP topic)

Community Role Playing
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Leadhead advanced, hydraulic claw spinning

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Berserker jabbed at Leadhead’s helmet with his elbow.

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His elbow was batted away by the whirring claw

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Berserker attempted to grab hold of the claw.

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As he wrapped his hands around it the accelerated metal tore them to pieces

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Berserker roared, Kicking at Leadhead’s chest.

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The kick impacted however beserker finally succumbed to both blood loss and imbalance and toppled over

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Berserker collapsed onto his knees, kneeling on the ground before Leadhead. As his regeneration ability kicked in, however, something strange happened.
Due to the severe damage he had received, Berserker began to mutate.
He grew twice the size, a third set of arms sprouted from his torso, and a monstrous serpentine face exploded from his head.
Berserker, had gone Berserk.
As Berserker approached Leadhead and prepared to attack, he collapsed again. The mutations were too much for him to contain, and Berserker’s body exploded.

In the middle of the pieces of body parts, lay Mark Mcneil.
“Ugh, what happened?” Mark groaned, sitting up.

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“…it’s over we won.”

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“Won…what?” Mark asked, looking around at the confused expressions of the other warriors.

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“The area battle.”

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Before Mark could say anything else, The Arena suddenly started crumbling.
“We gotta get out of here, before this place comes down on us!” Mark said, as he started running.

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“Good plan.”

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Boulders fell around Mark, as he frantically dashed out of the Arena.
Just as he made it out of the entrance, the entire structure crumbled.
“Are you okay?” Mark asked Leadhead

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“I’m more worried about you.”

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Mark looked down at the wounds on his chest, grunting in pain as he clutched them.
“It’s…nothing. I’m fine…” he growled.

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“Yeah sorry for erasing a part of you from reality, absolute nothingness is difficult to control”

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Mark looked around confused.
“So, what now?” He asked out loud, feeling lost.

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“Take this flare, use it whenever you need me.”

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Mark gratefully took the flare. “Thank you.”
With that, he turned to the other warriors.
“Goodbye. I wish the best to you all, should our paths never again cross.”
With that, he began to limp away, into the sunset.

When everyone was gone, the pile of rubble that was on e the Arena stood still.
Then, suddenly a white gloved hand bursted out of the rubble.


To be continued…

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