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#Introductions: Know Your Fighters!

Introducing the "experimental" Parasite, pretty much just 5 Parasites in a trench coat, it's...

###Gotou!

For those who want to follow along at home, you can read up on him here. As a brief note, this match refers only to Gotou from the anime-so I won't be using anything from the manga.

Background: An experimental organism created by one Reiko Tamura, Gotou is actually FIVE parasites in one body. Each parasite has the ability to act as one part of his body-four of them as his limbs, with Gotou usually being the head, acting as their leader (others can also lead, but Gotou is the only one who can get all of the parasites to work together). Thanks to this, Gotou's limbs (as well as his general body) are both much tougher and much stronger than one could ever assume someone who looks like him would be. Oh. also, Gotou can shape shift as well. With all these abilities, it's no wonder that he tends to look down on humans. His ability to remain humble, on the other hand, is pretty impressive...well, apart from the fact that since he doesn't really experience emotions like we do, which means it's not quite as impressive now.

Abilities: Besides having access to all of the basic parasite abilities, Gotou's got some unusual ones as well, on account of the extra parasites in his body. He's strong enough to split someone in half with his bare hands, and is extremely tough, being able to survive taking a sword to the head. Heck, even a bunch of 8 mm lead shells from a shotgun caused no lasting damage to him, and he was pretty much fine right after he finished killing the five men who were shooting at him. He's even survived being in a head on collision with a semi! But his most formidable assets are his speed and the Parasites physiology. With regards to his speed, not only is he able to strike with his tentacles rapidly and able to morph his feet into a form that allows him to overtake a truck on foot while it's going 60 km/h, he's fast enough to easily be able to evade gunfire, even with his back to the shooter. Although, according to Gotou, this is more because he's aimdodging than actually being faster than a bullet. And finally, with his unique physiology, he can do...this. Yup, he can literally turn being shot to his advantage! With all of his abilities and strengths, Gotou is definitely one of the most powerful Parasites in history.

The best at what he does, and what he does isn't nice, it's...

###Wolverine!

For those following along at home, you can read up on him here.

Background: Born in Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada, James "Logan" Howlett has led a life of violence and chaos since he was a small child. Since then he's traveled the world, often as a member of the X-men. This has led him to get into many tough scrapes, but thanks to his strength, speed, durability and healing powers he's always managed to claw his way out! ...or at least, he's managed to claw out of everything except for getting suffocated by a shell of adamantium.

Abilities: First and foremost, Wolverine is durable. Able to withstand smashing into a Hydra base without a parachute, and withstand and heal from heavy gunfire without slowing when he's at his best, he's a freaking tank. His strength just further backs him up, and while his speed can be inconsistent, he's often able to dodge automatic fire. And of course, he's famous for his adamantium bones and claws, allowing him to cut through just about anything and his skeleton is almost impossible to pull apart. With all of these powers and more, it's easy to see exactly why Wolverine is the best at what he does.

#Chapter One: An embarrasing Miki-stake.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Wolverine crept close to the wall as he waited, body tense, for some sign-any sign, really-of life in this building.

It should have been a simple mission. Back at the mansion, Xavier had detected a strange psychic presence in a suburb of Japan, like that of five beings in one body. Normally, this wouldn't have meant much for the team-but given recent reports of a dangerous being that could alter it's very shape, it seemed that they had a new mutant on the loose. With the rest of the experienced team members busy elsewhere, and no one else being well suited to take on this new one except for him, he now found himself in this condemned, abandoned building.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. The building wasn't quite abandoned. It was still full of people.

Too bad they were all decomposing.

Grimacing only slightly-his keen nose had alerted him ahead of time at the amount of decomposing bodies in the room, and on this floor of the building in general, as well as the floor above him and below him-he extended his claws and started picking through the remains of what had likely been a business woman. To the uninitiated, it would have seemed like a callous, if necessary way to determine the killer. But to Wolverine, this was simply just biding time. After all, he already knew who the killer was, and where they were.

They were right behind him.

Whirling, Wolverine snapped a punch back at his would be assailant. Apparently they had thought themselves to be stealthy, and so had taken the blow to their sides unprepared and had gotten knocked off their feet, writhing on the ground.

Wolverine could care less. Placing one foot on the man's chest, he leaned in closer to him. The stench of blood on him was overpowering. "Well well well," he growled in an almost playful tone, "what do we have here?"

"Please, let me go! I-I don't know what's going on here, but I'm innocent! Wh-when I woke up, I just found myself here lying with these corpses! Please, you've got to let me go, he could be back any second!" The man stammered. A convincing lie...to someone who didn't have superhuman senses. Anyone in his position would be completely terrified, with their voice carrying both obvious and subtle cues of their panicked state. But this guy only had the obvious cues in his voice, with any subtleties being completely absent, as if he couldn't feel anything...or had no reason to feel anything.

Wolverine hoisted him up by his neck. "Nice try, bub, but you ain't fooling me. Now, are you gonna be one of those I-had-a-traumatic-past-I'll-be-good-now-I-promise people that the Professor seems to attract like flies coming to these corpse you made?" Wolverine sneered, "Or are you exactly as you appear on the outside-violent, cruel, and perfectly willing to kill humans just cause you can?" Upon saying this, his claws popped out with their signature SNIKT!

Upon this, the man seemed to calm down significantly, facial features forming a flat neutral expression. Looking at his claws, he turned to Wolverine and calmly said, "Oh. I see now. Are you one as well?" he asked, lifting a hand up as he ran his fingers along Wolverine's claws.

Wolverine arched an eyebrow. Either this guy had been living under a rock and had no idea about mutants, or had never heard of the X-Men-and given his ambiguity as to what he was referring to, the first idea wasn't quite as strange as it might have seemed at first glance. "One of what?" He asked gruffly, shaking the man violently.

The man let out a laugh, lips parting to reveal his teeth as he threw back his head, eyebrows arcing in rage as his eyes tried to give off the illusion of happiness. Startled by this sudden unnatural outburst, Wolverine dropped the man and backed away.

"Oh, was that a bad time to laugh?" he said flatly, face falling back into it's previous state of neutrality. Still, the way he had laughed there...Wolverine was no psychic, but even he could tell there was something off about this one...something that didn't relate to him being a mutant, if he was even a mutant at all.

"What...are you?" He asked, claws raised into a defensive posture as he started to look-really look-at the man. The way he moved, the way he spoke...now that Wolverine was looking at him for all the little things that were just...wrong.

"Why, I am a Parasite, of course, like you must be." the man stated, tilting his head at an unnatural angle as he stared back at Wolverine. Smiling, he morphed each of his arms into three long tentacles tipped with wicked looking blades before sending one straight at Wolverine!

Wolverine simply snarled in response as he backed away from this strange new foe. "News flash bub, I'm nothing like you!" Batting aside the next two blades that were coming for him, he rushed his foe. Snarling, the man tried to redirect his tentacles, but only wound up smashing them into each other, sending them off course. Face literally twisting into an expression of rage, he tried desperately to bring his tentacles to bear for another strike.

"What the hell are you?!" he cried as Wolverine dove closer, claws raised to neck level.

"I'm the Wolverine, bub!" snarled Wolverine. With one swift motion, he had impaled the persons neck, and then with another, tore the person's head off. "And I'm the best at what I do." The person fell to their knees, neck still bleeding.

Turning to exit, Wolverine started for the stairs, until his ears picked up a strange sound. Looking back, he saw that the corpse, incredibly, was standing without a head! Positioning it's right arm by it's neck, the fleshy mass that made up it's arm seemed to leap from the arm to it's neck, taking the place of it's former head as several eyeballs sprouted from the flesh!

"What the fucking hell?" Wolverine asked, claws ready for anything.

"Time to switch leads." The new head said, voice now much deeper. Now standing, the former corpse turned, as if looking for something. "Miki, come back."

As if that wasn't enough, now the severed head came bouncing back, like some sort of squishy, fleshy bouncy ball. "I don't know what happened, Gotou! Honestly! His brain isn't a parasite, I didn't sense anything unusual-"

"That's enough, Miki," said the head, "Now come. I need to sort this all out, and I can't exactly do that with one hand." And as quick as that, the severed head joined up with the stump of the bodies right arm, and morphed into an exact replica of the hand that had become a head. Meanwhile, the cluster of eyes and flesh had now settled into the look of a somewhat older man with black hair. Turning back towards Wolverine, he stared at him with dead eyes, eyes that were clearly judging him. "And what do we have here?"

"Are you serious, bub?!" Wolverine snarled. "You forgot about me?!" He scraped his claws against each other, as if to make a point. "Guess I ought to help you remember me then, huh?"

The man turned away on, clearly uninterested. "I'm afraid not. You may have introduced yourself to Miki, but I was asleep at the time." Turning his cold, lifeless stare back to him, he stood up straight and introduced himself. "Perhaps I should introduce myself first. My name is Gotou. What's yours, human?"

Wolverine's blood boiled. "Human? Human? Bub, I got news for you, I'm a mutant!" Snarling, he jumped towards Gotou, claws extended out for a killing blow. "MY NAMES WOLVERINE, and I'm the best there is at what I do-"

Wolverine was cut off as Gotou's arms morphed into tentacles. Moving at speeds that normal human's eye would have found difficult to track, Gotou slashed at Wolverine, first stopping his charge with a one-two slash to the head, then following that up by stabbing through his chest, robbing him of his mobility. Finally, pulling back his tentacles to his chest, he wound up, and...

SLASH!

Sent Wolverine out the entryway and into the opposite residence!

Gotou looked at the results of their brief struggle with disdain. "Hmm. I feel lethargic. Must be from the blood Miki lost us." Stooping down over the businesswoman's corpse, he nudged it with one of his tentacles. "I'll just help myself, then." Jaw expanding, he lifted her up like she was a doll and bit her head off in one bite. Looking at the rest of the corpses that lay strewn about unceremoniously on the floor, he felt no emotion. No joy, no happiness, no feeling of thanks at having this plentiful bounty.

Only hunger.

Wolverine got up, more angry than hurt as his wounds started to heal. Stupid. That was what he had been. Of course Gotou would fight differently from Miki! It would have been foolish to think otherwise. Looking at him now, back turned as he fed, he could feel himself growing angrier, growing...BESERK.

"Alright, pal." Wolverine spat. Gotou didn't even bother turning to look at him. "Playtimes over. Now let's move on to the real show." And with that, Wolverine lunged forwards with his claws out as Gotou turned to meet him!

#Chapter Two: Increasing Complexity

Wolverine dashed across the hall towards Gotou's body. Gotou, for his part, stayed stock still until the last possible moment, when he suddenly jumped to wall, retracting one of his tentacle arms on his person as he shifted his left group of three tentacles into a three-clawed arm with exposed muscle tissue. Slashing at Wolverine, he raked his left arm across Wolverine's scalp, easily tearing into Wolverine's flesh. Snarling, Wolverine whirled, but Gotou had launched himself up onto the ceiling. Shifting his feet into one's better suited for clinging to the ceiling, he began lashing out with his tentacles, forcing Wolverine to guard his face with his claws.

But Wolverine was not exactly slow either. And even with his mind clouded with rage, his senses remained as sharp as ever. Catching the glint of a blade from one of the two tentacles, he caught it with both hands like it was a salmon...a giant, thrashing salmon with exposed muscles and a head that could take your own head off. Wriggling and thrashing like an eel, Wolverine still managed to keep a grip on it, trying to position it in between him and Gotou's other tentacle.

But the other tentacle was much more maneuverable than Wolverine, especially seeing as he was currently trying to restrain something that was struggling violently. Slashing rapidly, it cut multiple times across his face, to the point where parts of his skull was showing through. As if that wasn't enough, a deep cut on his right shoulder struck with such force so as to drive him to his knees. Forced to let go of the tentacle he was holding, Wolverine got back up quickly, wounds already healing.

"Most impressive." Gotou said in a monotone voice as he observed Wolverine turn towards him, a silent growl etched into his face. "Any human would almost certainly be dead by now-and their bones would have almost certainly been destroyed. To have such bones that you could stop my blows...you are a most interesting organism indeed."

Wolverine snarled. "That's unique person, idiot." He said as he leaped forwards to intercept Gotou. But Gotou simply jumped off of the ceiling onto the wall. Growing spikes on his feet so that he could stick to the wall, he sent his two tentacles racing towards Wolverine. Foot slipping on the gore and remains of Gotou's previous victims, he found himself sliding out of control as his momentum carried forwards. Taking advantage of this, Wolverine skidded around to face Gotou, before charging him, batting aside the two tentacles with ease.

"Oh?" Gotou asked without a trace of emotion, "But we are all simply animals in the end, are we not?" Retracting his tentacles back to him, he morphed his left arm into two tentacles as well, each one tipped with what resembled the head of an axe. Launching himself off the wall, he land behind Wolverine, lashing out with his topmost pair of tentacles in an X-pattern.

"Really? Even yourself, you see as nothing more than just an animal?" Crossing his arms defensively, Wolverine braced himself against Gotou's attack before bolting forwards, nearly catching Gotou with a downwards claw strike. Seeing that Wolverine was maneuvering so quickly, Gotou morphed his feet into a form designed for sprinting instead. Charging at him, Gotou brought up his tentacles and launched into a furious flurry of attacks against Wolverine's arms. Yet even though he completely shredded his arms, neither his bones nor resolve broke.

"Of course. I am nothing more than a wild organism, after all," Gotou said, smashing into him with all four tentacles. Morphing his feet back into their earlier clawed forms, he launched into a flying dropkick at Wolverine's chest, talons latching on as he drove Wolverine straight to the floor. Wolverine struggled, but Gotou's grip was secure as he perched on his chest. Each of his tentacles then went and pierced through Wolverine's limbs, restraining him to the floor.

"R-really," Wolverine coughed up blood as Gotou began slashing at him with his feet, raking his cold, hard talons across his chest. He could feel the wounds healing, of course. But was it his imagination, or was the process taking slightly longer?

"Yes," Gotou said, talons digging deeper into Wolverine's flesh. Drops of acid spat out-evidently his stomach had been pierced. "though powerful, in the end, I am still at the mercy of this world-no more, no less. I am just another wild organism." Upon saying this, he lifted up one of his axe-tipped tentacles, and with a single stroke, sliced his neck wide open, blood spraying out.

"But in the end, are we all not just wild organisms? After all, you have even named yourself after one." Wolverine groaned. Coughing up more blood, he staggered to his feet.

"Heh." Wolverine gave a lopsided sneer. "Actually, that's more of a code name, bub. I go by Logan." Gotou simply shook his head, and readied his blades.

"And I'm no wild creature. Oh, sure, at one time I was. You would have stood a chance then. But now?" Wolverine smiled, looking at the bloodstained floor. He could see, out of the corner of his eye, that Gotou was readying an attack "Now, I'm better than that. And I can see, just from the way that you move, that you and I?"

Gotou launched forwards a spear-like tentacle, blade positioned to skewer his heart. It should have been a flawless kill. Nobody, man or beast, could have reacted fast enough to stop it.

And yet, somehow, Wolverine managed to catch the damn thing with an ease and grace that his short, muscular physique would seem to imply as being impossible. With just a few furious swipes, he had completely separated the bladed tip from the actual tentacle. Gotou was taken aback by this, as Wolverine rose up to his full height. Cloaked in shadows with blood dripping off his claws, he looked like something out of a nightmare.

"We were never equals." And with a roar, he launched himself forwards, claws poised to strike at Gotou!

#Chapter Three: The Savage Berserker.

Gotou morphed his right limbs into one huge, grey shield as Wolverine ran forwards, intent on deflecting him away as he bought himself time to to call back the parasyte that had been severed from his body. But Wolverine's claws had shredded tougher stuff before, and Gotou's eyes widened as he saw them pierce through the shield like it was an empty pop can.

Growling, he converted one of his feet into a tri-clawed tentacle and crippled Woverine's right leg, following that up with an attempt at his left leg. But even on one leg, Wolverine's reflexes still allowed him to shift his weight so that he could maneuver out of the way of Gotou's lightning-quick strike, claws popping out of Gotou's shield as he bounded back on one leg, barely wincing as it had almost healed already.

"Damn you!" Gotou hissed. He could sense in his mind now that the Parasites that shared this body were nervous, more interested now in their own self preservation. Echoes of the words flee, run and the like swam throughout his consciousness. This needed to be finished quickly, before the others thought to run away.

"What's the matter, bub? Bit off more than you could chew when you took me on?" Wolverine smirked as he watched Gotou silently rage, newly reformed left arm whipping towards him like a combination of an axe and a whip. Ducking out of the way, he dodged to the left out of reach of Gotou's kick before whipping around trying to tear off his arm. But Gotou slipped away like a phantom, arm nearly embedding itself in his neck. Right arm morphing into a wicked-looking hook, he slashed at Wolverine's stomach, bile and blood spewing forth as Wolverine doubled over in pain. Gritting his teeth, he looked up with fury before charging Gotou.

But Gotou had seen his muscles tense up, giving him enough time to react. Shifting the tips of his tentacles into spears, he sent them forth to skewer his opponent. Wolverine managed to easily bat them aside, but Gotou would not be beaten. Adding two more tentacles, he sent them at Wolverine as one. While Wolverine managed to bat one of the two aside, the other one managed to lodge itself in his right lung in its upper lobe, the force of the blow robbing him of his momentum. But it would take more than that to kill Wolverine. Coughing up blood, he slashed the tentacle free in one swift stroke, fell to his knees, then stood, slowly but painfully. Taking a deep breath, he coughed up more blood, then charged once again, tentacles bearing down on him from behind as they morphed into hooks. One of them managed to lodge itself into his shoulder, but he merely shrugged it off, tearing off part of his shoulder as he ran seemingly unimpeded by this brief struggle. His eyes narrowed as his heart rate sped up. This was it! Gotou was undefended, having a slightly resigned look to his usual expression of indifference, as if knowing what was now his fate. Wolverine reared his right arm back into a pose to knock his head clean-no wait, his head would come back-his chest then. He'd pierce his chest and then, with one clean swipe, disembowel him completely. Taking one lunging step, Wolverine got within less than one arm length as he looked towards where he was about to strike...

And suddenly, he felt a strange sensation. Oh, it wasn't a new one for him-he'd been slashed on the face more times then he could count, and at this point in his long, violent life, one slash was the same as the other. He just hadn't expected one now. After all, all the tentacles were behind him, right? Then what...

Another slash brought him out of his pensive mood, as he took a look up-and gasped. "What in the hell?" Was all he could manage before he took another blow to head, sending him slightly to the right, enabling him to get a slightly better view of...it.

The tentacle was just like any one of Gotou's numerous ones, except for the fact that it emerged from where his head would ordinarily be. Bobbing to and fro, he could see that the hooked tip of the blade was stained with blood. His blood.

Growling, Wolverine charged in low, but Gotou merely jumped up to the ceiling, morphing claws so that he could stick to it with ease.

"Hmph. And you claim that you are better than wild creature? If you are, then you are simply deluding yourself." Retracting his tentacles, he leaped down before doing a pirouette, blades gleaming as they nearly lodged themselves into Wolverine's neck. Ducking down out of the way, he began to charge at Gotou, but Gotou merely back flipped away, sending his tentacles out to catch him in a "hug" of sorts. Restrained by the blades, Wolverine began to cut himself free, wildly swiping at the tentacles. But Gotou could see a way past these defenses. Ducking low, he feinted left before going to the right, striking Wolverine with a kick to the chest. With the wind being knocked out of him due to this, Wolverine's onslaught of blows was halted. A followup hit from Gotou's newly formed right arm sent him tumbling to the ground. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he looked up as Gotou approached him.

"If you are truly above an animal, than fight smarter. Or, are you simply nothing more than a savage beast?" Gotou intoned, before slamming his feet into Wolverine with enough force to send him through the balcony window. Only the balcony's railing prevented Wolverine from dropping down three stories.

"Don't need to. Got all I need right HERE!" Upon saying this, Wolverine lunged forwards with his right arm, poised to gut Gotou like a fish.

But a quick strike of Gotou's two left tentacles sent him reeling back to the railing. Gotou sighed. "Very well then," he said as he morphed his left tentacles back into an arm as well. "If you wish to only behave like an beast, then you shall die like one too." Upon saying this, Gotou ran forward and smashed into Wolverine's chest with both feet, slamming into him with all his weight. Wolverine crashed against the railing, then crashed through it, falling to the ground. Gotou watched grimly, eyebrow arcing briefly in surprise as he watched as Wolverine somehow managed to get to his feet despite all of the blows.

No matter, though. From his viewpoint, he could clearly see that the man was unsteady on his feet. He wouldn't live long, at this rate.

Might as well help him along.

Morphing into a more monstrous form, he jumped down in pursuit of his prey, poised to land the killing blow.

#Chapter Four: Mostruoso luna.

Wolverine got to his feet, and coughed. Wobbling, he tried to steady himself. Dammit, he mused. Although he could feel himself healing from the assortment of blows, he was at the veritable limits of what his ability could do for him now. Any more, and he'd be spent. His one saving grace was that his skeleton was still intact-this guy was nowhere near as strong as the Hulk or Ba'al, it seemed. Maybe if he was lucky, he would be given a chance to recuperate. But the sound of a heavy, fleshy "thud" shattered those illusions. Groaning, he turned to look at the source-and gasped.

Whatever it was, it clearly wasn't human. While its figure resembled one at first glance, the similarities stopped there. For starters, it had more limbs-four arms, two legs, and two tentacles. It's body seemed to be composed solely of muscle. Not like a body builder's body, mind you, but literally made of muscle, with it's fibers fully exposed. Wicked looking claws-no, perhaps blades was a better descriptor-were attached to its hands and feet, while it's tentacles were each tipped with what could easily a blade pass for a small sword. Its face held two pairs of eyes and a pair of pointed ears, giving it the appearance of a member of a member of the fair folk. But would a fairy really look like this, this abomination with it's exposed tissue and jagged, toothy grin? It noticed Wolverine looking at it and uttered something that resembled a growl. Wolverine backed up, claws pointed at the creature as it turned towards him and stood up straight. A slight breeze blew through the abandoned road, blowing dried, dead leaves past the two.

"So, you still want to fight, even when you are up against such a superior opponent?" the beast said. Although the tone and voice were slightly different, there was no mistaking the attitude behind those words.

"Gotou?" Wolverine asked, pain momentarily forgotten. Was this what he truly looked like, and the other form from before merely a decoy in order to lure foes into lowering their guard?

Gotou nodded as he slowly walked forward, approaching Wolverine. Grimacing, he tried to get to his feet, but one of Gotou's tentacles shot out, crippling him as it drove itself into his right leg. He fell to his knee in pain.

"Pathetic." Gotou intoned as he glanced at Wolverine trying to get back on his feet. "You may think yourself better than me, but look at you now." Wolverine merely grunted-his healing factor wasn't completely burnt out yet, but it was taking it's damn sweet time fixing him up. "You should just give up at this point. It is clear that I am the superior one here."

Wolverine was about to come up with some sort of retort, when he gasped, his wound finally starting to close. He winced, gritted his teeth, and stood up, barely managing to dodge the next swipe from Gotou's other tentacle. The only reason he managed to do so was because of his impressive senses.

"That's where your wrong." Wolverine panted, batting aside two clawed arms that dove in for his face. Wary, the two of them began circling each other. "I'm better than you on any given day. I've faced tougher fighters than you, and I've never given up the fight then," Raising his arms, his claws glistened in the full moon's light, contrasting with the shadows covering his face. "I don't intend to now, either." Saying this, he lunged forwards. Gotou shook his head, and morphed his arms into bladed tentacles, their ends reminiscent of a mezzaluna. Growling, he sent all six of his tentacles after Wolverine.

One. The first one bore down on him from the right. Wolverine didn't even hesitate, vaulting over it as he ran towards Gotou.

Two. The next one feinted to the right, nearly catching Wolverine. Only his quick reflexes saved him as he slid underneath it, claws tearing the tentacle apart before it could sweep back around. Gotou growled in annoyance.

Three and Four. The next two came at him from both sides, low enough that they would catch him if he slid, but still high enough that they would hit him in the chest if he did nothing. Crossing his arms, Wolverine waited as he ran forwards. He had to time this perfectly...there! A slight twitch as they lunged for him! Faster than one would have thought possible for him to move, he executed an aerial somersault, arms reaching out at the perfect time to strike both tentacles down, piercing the blades as he rolled forward in the air.

Five. While he was landing, the fifth one came at him head on, apparently counting on him still recovering from his previous feat in order to take him out quickly. But there was no such luck for it, as Wolverine quickly crossed his arms, claws clanging as they took the impact of the bladed head of the tentacle head on. Pausing only briefly, Wolverine shredded the tentacle, tearing off the half-moon shaped blade before resuming his charge. Gotou roared in fury.

Six. This one swept high-too high to immediately strike without possibly putting himself in danger of getting hurt by his other tentacles. Ducking low, Wolverine watched out of the corner of his eye as it moved behind him, about to slice his back open like it was a cardboard box on Christmas. Whirling, Wolverine scored it's bladed head with his left claws, deflecting it's incoming strike before cleaving the it off with his right claw. Grabbing the head, he used it to deflect an incoming strike from one of the remaining tentacles before throwing it at the other two, embedding it right where the two of them were right next to each other, causing them to lock up. Wolverine quickly spun around, running towards Gotou. There were only a few paces in between them, and Wolverine kept his eyes peeled for that last one. Would Gotou attack, or would he retreat? If he retreated, it would draw out the fight even longer. But if he attacked...

Gotou's answer was swift. With uncontrolled rage, his head started uncoiling into one final bladed tentacle. Gleaming in the moonlight, it dove towards him, ready to cut into his neck, puncturing his wind pipe and almost certainly killing him.

Wolverine smiled. It was exactly what he was looking for.

Dodging to the right, his left hand crashed down onto the tentacle, claw skewering it to the ground. Before Gotou could even begin to react to this new situation, Wolverine pivoted using his left hand as an anchor point, bringing his right hand under Gotou's final tentacle, in line with his chest, and...

SHLINK!!

...landed a solid blow on Gotou's chest, blood spewing forth as Wolverine's adamantium claws tore through the parasites cells like paper. Lifting his left arm, he let momentum carry him on towards the right, rolling to his feet in a defensive posture, ready for any attack.

But Gotou was not in the shape to retaliate at that moment. Gasping as his head reformed back into it's four-eyed state, he brought all tentacles in as he stared at the three claw wounds running across his body. "What? How did you penetrate my armour?" he roared.

"Adamntium claws," Wolverine smirked as he held up his right hand, blood dripping off it. "One of the strongest metals ever. Tears through damn near everything. Including you." Saying this, Wolverine got in a more combative posture, right arm ahead of his left.

Gotou roared in fury, as his flesh started to wriggle and bulge, almost as if it were alive. Growling, Gotou concentrated for a moment to quiet the objections and fears of his other parasites, then charged at Wolverine, morphing four of his tentacles into a pair of arms with three fingers, each tipped with a razor sharp claw. He lunged forwards, right arm slashing at Wolverine with immense speed, but Wolverine dodged around the first strike before crossing his arms defensively, parting them as Gotou launched his two remaining tentacles at Wolverine's neck. The clash of each blade against his claws rang throughout the abandoned block.

"What the hell are you?!" Gotou screamed out as he angrily slashed at Wolverine, swish, swish, swish, swish.

"Maybe you didn't hear me before," CLANG! "so I guess I'll say it for you again." CLANG! "My names Wolverine," CLANG! "and I'm the BEST there is-" CLANG! "-at what I do!"

SPLRTCH!

Akari was reading at home by herself when she heard a knock at the door.

(Coming!) she said in Japanese. Placing a bookmark to mark her spot, she went over to get the door, opened it-and screamed.

There, standing in the doorway, was a man in costume drenched in blood, spattered all across his costume. Underneath his right arm was some sort of monstrosity, grey and shriveled up like a husk. Three stab wounds that looked to have pierced its heart were visible on it's chest.

The man looked embarrassed. "Uh, I was, um, wondering if I could borrow your phone." he said somewhat lamely. Akari stood stock still.

Now the man looked even more embarrased. "Oh crap. Um, you do understand English, right? My Japanese is kind of rusty." Petrified, Akari nodded, grateful for her time spent chatting with an English acquaintance she had met on a vacation to the Americas. "Ok, good. So, um, could I please borrow a phone of some sorts for a few minutes. Akari could only nod as she wordlessly handed Wolverine her cell phone before fainting from shock.

Wolverine hung up, message delivered back to the mansion. While Xavier could have detected him, he wanted to make sure the others knew about what had happened as well. Thankfully, pick up would be coming soon...hopefully. Placing the woman's cell phone besides her unconscious form, he gently closed the door to her house before heading back out onto the street, dawn's light just beginning to break after his short nap after their fight.

END.

#Analysis!

So, why did the victor win in the end? Well, here are the points that I considered while writing this bloodmatch.

• Gotou can recover from any blow that mainly strikes one of his parasites. In the anime, parasites are able to act somewhat independently form their hosts, though they die pretty quickly if they remain separated for too long. In combat, this means that Gotou can reform his limbs and head even if they are cut off by something such as, say, Wolverine's claws. This allows for Gotou to be immune to disarming tactics, forcing his opponent to draw the battle out longer. On the other hand...

• Gotou's armour can't withstand Wolverine's adamantium. Wolverine's adamantium is pretty dang sharp. Meanwhile, according to the Parasyte wiki, parasites are only able to harden their cells to be stronger than steel. Compare to adamantium, Gotou's cells can't hold a candle to them.

• Gotou's host body is his biggest weakness. This is particularly bad for Gotou, since while his limbs and head are expendable, his host body is not. He needs the organs in his body to live, and since Wolverine's claws can easily bypass his defenses he has for them, that means that one of Gotou's strengths-his durability-essentially doesn't exist for this match.

• While Wolverine's speed is wildly inconsistent, at his higher points he can move just as fast, if not faster than Gotou. Speaking of strengths, in his highest showings, Wolverine might actually be faster than Gotou, surprisingly enough! While Gotou is able to dodge gunfire, he claims this is more due to aimdodging than actually being fast enough to react to bullets. Meanwhile, Wolverine in his high showings has actually dodged automatic gunfire, putting him well within range to strike Gotou.

• Wolverine's healing factor somewhat negates Gotou's usual fighting style. Gotou uses a method that can be roughly put as "hack and slash", using his high speed and sharp blades on either his limbs or tentacles to slice and dice his opponents into bits. Unfortunately, two things about his opponent somewhat hamper this style. One is Wolverine's adamantium bones, which would halt his blades due to their durability. Thanks to this, Wolverine has options besides just "dodging/parrying every single strike Gotou throws out" such as using his limbs to block Gotou's strikes when they target a more crucial part of his body. And in addition to that, Wolverine's piercing durability, or rather, his healing factor, is pretty high, being able to keep fighting somewhat effectively after having been shot and stabbed clean through his chest by a giant android.

While Gotou's reach is certainly a factor in his favor for this fight, it's not enough of an advantage to combat all these other factors, and as such, the victor is...

#Wolverine

Thanks for reading!

Originally posted in this thread.

Iroh, former general of the Fire Nation, was riding an ostrich horse through the plains of the Earth Kingdom when he noticed that the scenery had become quite unfamiliar.

I must have taken a wrong turn at Omashu, he thought. He reached a stone bridge and saw a man in a blue uniform standing on it. Iroh dismounted and greeted the man, asking where he was.

“If I were you, foreigner, I wouldn’t take another step,” said the man, the implicit threat obvious. The man had long hair and glasses, and he stood with hands clasped behind his back, wearing a smile that didn’t reach his unnerving red eyes. “I am Colonel Jade Curtiss, and you are standing at the border of the Malkuth Empire.”

“So you are a military man like myself,” said Iroh in a measured voice. “You should know, then, that there is a time to fight and a time to negotiate. Why don’t we sit down and discuss this over a nice cup of tea?”

“As much as I’d like to settle this like gentlemen, I’m afraid the laws regarding foreign soldiers crossing our borders are quite explicit.” Jade took a stance, and a circle of light appeared at his feet. “Flame Burst!” he yelled.

Iroh looked up as three fireballs materialized in the sky between them. The flames shot down toward the old man, but Iroh simply made a parting gesture with his arms, and the fire flowed harmlessly to either side of him. A firebender, Iroh thought. He quickly responded with his own ball of fire, emerging from his thrust-out fist.

Jade leapt to the side, barely avoiding the attack, his blue sleeve getting slightly singed. “I see you’re a fonist yourself,” he said, still smiling.

“If by ‘fonist,’ you mean ‘bender,’ then yes,” said Iroh. “Although I admit I’m a little rusty.”

“Then allow me to give you a refresher course.” Another geometric pattern lit up beneath him.

Picking up on what this light meant, Iroh took the initiative, sending two quick jets of flame from his hands. Jade started to move, but he was too late. One of the flames hit him in the chest, sending him stumbling back. He cursed internally as his spell was disrupted, but his smile didn’t slip.

“Let’s try something different, then.” Jade cupped his hands together and then pulled them apart, a beam of light emerging between them and forming a spear. He lunged at Iroh with the weapon in his hands.

While he was surprised at the weapon coming out of nowhere, Iroh had fought spear wielders before. He jumped to side at the last second, moving with surprising agility for someone of his age and girth, and grabbed ahold of the spear. With his other hand, Iroh released a concentrated stream of fire, burning through the spear’s shaft and leaving it in two useless pieces. For the first time, Jade looked annoyed as he stepped back and threw the pieces to the ground.

“Perhaps it is time for you to get serious,” Iroh suggested with an avuncular smile.

“My good man, I am always serious,” Jade replied with a renewed smile as he readied another spell. “Ground Dasher!” Stone spikes jutted up from the ground, heading toward Iroh. Though taken by surprise, the bender managed to focus enough to generate a bolt of lightning, which rent apart the spikes before they could reach him. Iroh frowned in consternation. How could anyone but the Avatar control more than one element?

Jade raised his arms, shielding himself from the chunks of stone that were blown back toward him. Let’s see him counter this, he thought. “I, who stand in the full light of the heavens, command thee, who opens the gates of hell,” he began to incant.

“What is this? A poem?” Iroh asked. Suddenly, a series of incandescent circles appeared below and above Iroh. He looked up and saw arcs of electricity forming. Iroh smiled. He knew how to deal with lightning.

“Come forth, divine lightning. This ends now!” Jade spoke. “INDIGNATION!”

A thunderbolt fell toward Iroh, but he was ready. He caught it in his fingers and let the energy flow into his stomach. But before he could redirect it out his other hand, another bolt struck. And another, and another. The former general’s body seared in pain as an overwhelming barrage of electricity coursed through him. At last it ended, and Iroh fell to the ground, unmoving.

Jade walked over and kicked at the body. “Shame, I was starting to like him,” he mused. “Well, I might as well see what he has in his pockets.”

The platforms rose up from the ground with the tributes standing on them. They all wore the same black jumpsuit, but each tribute had something to represent them printed on the chest. Bruce Wayne with the Bat logo, Katniss with a mockingjay, Steve Rogers with a star, and other with their own personal sigils. They all looked around in uncertainty, they had been given a brief explanation of the rules, but there had been no training session so they didn't have much of an idea who the other tributes were or what to expect from them.

A voice boomed across the arena "WELCOME TO THE 76TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES! THIS YEAR WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT, THERE ARE 48 TRIBUTES PARTICIPATING IN THIS YEARS GAMES! SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!"

Bruce stood on his platform surveying the other tributes, he recognised a few of them, Two-Face, Joker, Bane and a few others. He knew that the villains of Gotham must be having a field day, but Tim would be there donning the batsuit alongside Damian helping to protect Gotham. He did one more sweep of the tributes, trying to determine what he was up against.

5

The Joker bounced on the balls of his feet laughing to himself "hehehe hooohooohooo hahahahaha, this is going to be a whole lot of fun! I'm nearly giddy with excitement and the best part is that I get to share it with my good old friend Brucey! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA!!!"

4

Sherlock Holmes looked around sizing up and surveying his opponents he looked at the arms of Daryl Dixon and Robin Hood and figured that they must be archers, he also came to the conclusion that Steve Rogers is a very good hand to hand fighter and would make a good teammate.

3

It was no use Katniss thought. The brief moment of power that the districts had over the Capitol was gone as soon as it came. They were flanked from behind by another group of Capitol soldiers and muttations led by President Snow's second and command, she watched as they ripped Paylor's head clean off. As punishment they had thrown them back into the games, but this time with double the tributes, and they had made sure to look outside of the districts for the toughest possible tributes. Among these tributes were herself, Peeta, Johanna, Enobaria and Gale. When she'd heard that Gale would be thrown into the arena she broke down in tears, she had dragged everyone she knew into this mess and she knew as she looked out at the other tributes that there would be no way for her to survive, she and Peeta had decided, if anyone was going to make it out alive, it would be Gale.

2

Roran had one thought on his mind. He had to get home, Katrina and Ismira needed him. He gave the other tributes a quick glance and then decided to look over the gear in the middle. He saw what he wanted, his hammer. He was sure it was his, or at least it was meant for him, he'd try his best to get it knowing that it was his best chance. The only problem was that it was at the top of the mountain of strange equipment.

1

Ser Gregor Clegane, better known as The Mountain looked over at the other tributes and laughed to himself. He knew that he could take on any of the tributes without breaking a sweat. He glared at his brother Sandor Clegane on the other side of the cornucopia and decided who he would be going after.

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Part 2

The tributes all hopped off of their platforms at once. Some ran straight into the jungle, but some went to the cornucopia and right into the fray. Steve was the first to the cornucopia, grabbing a spear and some water before turning to leave. He picked up Tony in his arms as he made way into the jungle. “Woah, woah. Moving a little quickly here don't you think? Aren’t you going to buy me dinner first” Tony joked.

Drogo was next the horn, grabbing a dagger, then pivoting to face the other tributes. He made quick work of Dexter before engaging in a grappling match with Mike Ehrmantrout who was far stronger and quicker than Drogo had expected.

The Mountain was also among the first few to get to the cornucopia. He stood atop a pile of gear and bellowed, issuing a challenge to the other tributes. Beatrix Kiddo tried to engage him, but she was quickly cut down after a failed attempt at the 5 point heart exploding technique. He plunged his sword into Enobaria, who had tried to take a run at him with her valyrian steel sword in hand. Gregor crouched down, trying to find the valyrian steel blade that had sunk down to it’s hilt in the pile of equipment. Negan took this moment to his advantage. He’d had picked made a beeline for his barbed wire covered bat and had given it a smooch as he was surveying the competition. He’d seen Gregor doubled over and knew that it was the perfect time to attack. He slammed Lucille down onto The Mountain’s head, the blow landing with a sickening crack. “Well aren’t you a big fucking boy” he laughed as Gregor struggled to stand, a trickle of blood leaking from his shattered skull. As Negan readied another swing, Gregor swept his legs out from under him. Negan slid down the pile of equipment, ripping his jumpsuit to shreds. He held onto Lucille as hard as he could as Gregor fell down after him. Gregor landed on his back, facing opposite of Negan. He sat up and pulled a sais that he’d landed on out of the back of his neck. He was in excruciating pain, his head hurting more than it normally did. He turned his head to look for Negan, and as he turned around his face was smashed into by Lucille, knocking him to the ground. Negan smashed Gregor in the face over and over with his bat. After couple minutes Gregor’s head was smashed to a pulp. “I thought you were taller. You’re about a head shorter than I remembered” Negan laughed “That was a good one Negan” he said, congratulating himself as he wiped Lucille on Gregor’s jumpsuit.

Roran sprinted towards the cornucopia eyes locked onto the hammer, he managed to make it and just as he reached for it another hand grabbed it. Roran quickly grabbed a rock from the ground and slammed it into the arm that had taken the hammer, causing it to drop. Roran picked it up and knew he had to get out of there. He slammed the hammer into whoever got in his way. He brought it down unto the top of James Bond’s head, cracking his skull, as he ran from the cornucopia and into the jungle.

Gale was knocked back by the force of the blow, dropping the hammer in the process. He landed on something hard and looked beneath him, a bow! He grabbed it and knocked an arrow and aimed, he had a clear shot. He pulled back the string and a wave of pain shot up his arm, the arrow flew harmlessly into the jungle.

Katniss let out a scream "GALE!" and tried to run towards to cornucopia to save him, Johanna tackled her to the ground and slapped her in the face. "You're pretty dumb for someone that's supposed to be smart. Do you want to die out here already?" Johanna turned to Peeta. "Cover me, I'm going to go get Katniss' 'cousin'". She turned to Katniss, "You, go hide in the bushes". Katniss ducked behind the bushes and looked just in time to see Johanna's head ripped clean off by a man in a mask that covered only his mouth and nose. He pinned Peeta to the ground and spoke in a nasally voice "Victory has defeated you Mr. Mellark". Peeta punched wildly at Bane over and over while Katniss watched, frozen with terror. "It's no use. Better men than you have tried the same thing and they've all failed". Peeta felt around on the ground for a weapon and his hand closed around a wooden club, he picked up the club and with a stroke of luck he hit Bane in the mask, opening one of the clasps,making the mask lose its anesthetic effect. Peeta kicked Bane off of him and ran to assist Gale who was hobbling towards Katniss in the bushes. Katniss ran out to greet them "GALE! PEETA!" and then had to duck as an arrow flew towards her from the bow of Frank Castle. It only narrowly missed. "Dammit! If that was a gun it would've hit every time." Castle complained as Katniss, Gale and Peeta ran into the jungle.

Dick was locked up in combat with Jason Bourne and Bruce was in a fight with Solid Snake. Bruce and Snake were a fairly even match, as were Dick and Bourne, especially since neither Dick nor Bruce were attempting to to kill their opponents. Snake suddenly stiffened and fell forward into Bruce’s arms. Dick looked over in surprise and Bourne took his opportunity to slip off into the jungle. Bruce pulled the blow dart out of the back of Snake’s neck and looked up at the greasy haired man in front of him.

“Yer welcome” Daryl grunted before walking off, he could tell that Bruce wasn’t looking to kill the man. He seemed like a good guy and he might make a good ally, but Daryl didn’t have time for him, he needed to find Rick.

Bruce placed two fingers on Snake’s neck and then rested an ear over his mouth. “He’s breathing” he said plainly. “Let's go then” Dick responded, eager to get moving. “If I leave him he’ll die”. Bruce climbed a tall tree, Snake resting over his shoulder. He plopped the unconscious man down on a branch and took off deep into the jungle with Dick.

Luke Skywalker took advantage of the fight between Drogo and Mike and snuck up behind them grabbing the saber. He ignited it with a snap and the two tributes stopped for a second to see what had made the noise, but it was too late as Luke had already cut the two clean in half. Luke had tried to use the force to summon the sabre, but it wouldn’t budge. This frightened him. He felt no connection at all to the force. His attempt to summon the sabre had cost him dear time and the sabre he had originally reached for was gone by the time he’d reached the cornucopia himself.

Harry and Draco had agreed to team up, they had both grabbed wands and Harry had grabbed a spear just in case. "Stupid Potter, what are you going to do with that stupid muggle stick?" Draco snickered. "Shut up Malfoy, look" Harry hushed Malfoy, pointing to a Pirate making his way around the cornucopia with his arms full of loot. Jack Sparrow was singing to himself as he picked up the treasures around the cornucopia "yo ho, yo ho…" he sang as he bumped into Harry and Malfoy and dropped his things. He jumped back and pointed a sword at the chest of Harry "Now look what you've made me do" he said in a slightly irritated voice. "Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled and Jack's sword flew out of his hand. Draco noticed someone charging at him from the corner of his eye and with a flick of the wand "Avada kedavra" Rambo was dead. "Go ahead then Potter, do it" Malfoy sneered. "Fine. Avada" Harry hesitated. "Oh no you don't!" Jack snatched the wand out of Harry’s hand and ran. "From now on you will always remember today as the day that you almost killed Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jack yelled as he ran away. Draco cast spells angrily after him, but the spells he cast either failed or missed. "Stupid Potter, stupid useless, muggle loving Potter! Sectum Sempra!" Malfoy shouted in a fit of rage. bloody gashes appeared on Harry’s body. Harry held his chest and ran “Out of my sight Potter!” Malfoy yelled after him.

Once the bloodbath at the cornucopia was over, the cannon sounded "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" The cannon blasted 9 times signifying the deaths of as many tributes!

Saul Goodman had watched Mike perish from the treeline. Shit, what am I going to do now he thought to himself. A hand came down on his shoulder making him jump. He turned to face a man with a severely burned face with a hatchet in his hand. “We can talk about this. You don’t need to-”. “Stop talking” Harvey Dent said as he cut him off. He produced small piece of wood from his pack and showed it to Saul. On one side of the wood was a crudely drawn picture of a head. The other side also had a picture of a head, but this one was covered in scratch marks. “This side you live” he pointed to the unscratched side “this side you don’t” pointing to the scratched side. “There are better ways to do this, I’m useful” Saul pleaded, but to no avail. Harvey flipped his piece of wood, caught, and plopped it down on his wrist. “Well isn’t it your lucky day” he smiled gruesomely. Saul shook his head, he thought Tuco was bad, this guy was on a whole other level.

Harvey and Saul turned as they heard a rustling coming from the bushes. Saul slipped behind a tree while Harvey raised his hatchet in one hand and tightened his grip on his wooden coin with the other. Saul watched as a gaunt man with cold eyes emerge from the brush. “I found one” he said before plunging his dagger into Harvey’s chest. He held Harvey’s arm at bay, preventing him from fighting back. Saul watched in horror as the man slid his dagger down from Harvey’s chest down to his waist, letting his guts spill to the floor. A bald woman emerged from the brush as well “did he have anything valuable on him?” she asked. “He had had a hatchet and an empty backpack”. “That’s it?” the woman asked. “The other one behind the tree might have more” the man responded nonchalantly. Saul considered running but instead he stepped into the open, hands raised above his head. “I have nothing I swear” his eyes darted back and forth between the man and the woman. He’d need to sell his case here to keep himself alive “nothing but my skillset that is”. “What would that be?” the woman asked, cocking her eyebrow. “I am the best swordsman here” a blatant lie “by far” he added. After spinning lies for about 5 minutes the woman seemed be convinced. She introduced herself as Alpha, and the man with her as Hannibal and allowed him to join them.

Harry stumbled into the woods and fell into a bush, hiding him from sight. As he drifted in and out of consciousness he heard laughing. So much laughing. He felt someone lift him up. He tried to protest, but nothing came out of his mouth. He heard a familiar voice, but he just couldn’t place it.

Hagrid had found Harry lying in a bush. He would have missed him had he not noticed the pool of blood forming around it. He carried Harry to a small clearing. He wasn’t sure what to make of any of this. Harry was hurt bad. He was bleeding a lot, luckily Hagrid had big hands and was able to apply pressure to all of the wounds at once. He just needed to make sure he didn’t apply too much pressure.

Harry heard the laughing again, this time louder than before. Hagrid raised his head and slipped on his brass knuckles, ready to defend Harry from whoever it was that was laughing. A man and a woman walked into the clearing. They were both extremely bizarre looking, they both wore grins from ear to ear, but their eyes were not friendly. Their skin was white, not white like his own, and not simply pale. It was white as a sheet. The man’s hair was green and his lips were crimson red, they were pulled back, exposing a ghoulish grin. “I told you puddin, he really is that big” the girl crooned at the odd looking man. The man gave her a backhand “How rude of you Harley, say hello to our friends”. “Yes Mr. J” she said sheepishly, rubbing her cheek. Just as suddenly as it left, the grin returned to her face. She waved to Hagrid and Harry “Hi there! I’m Harley and this is Mr. J”. “What do you two want frem me” Hagrid asked. “Nothing” the man sneered “I’m more interested in your friend there. What’s wrong with him”. “Thats none of yer business”. Hagrid moved Harry away from Harley and The Joker, causing his hair to fall away from his face. The Joker noticed this and pulled his knife from his pocket “Oh goody. You’ve already started with the designs. Lightning wouldn't have been my first choices though, I think it's tacky. Let’s give him a smile HAHAHAHA” he laughed maniacally. Hagrid got up on his knees “You leave here right now”. “How rude” The Joker sneered “Harleykins, why don’t you teach our..er..large friend a lesson”. Harley drew her katana “my pleasure Mr J”. She skipped towards Hagrid, waving her sword. Hagrid shut his eyes and stuck both of his hands out to shield himself, but he underestimated his reach and his open hands connected with Harley’s face. BOOM The cannon went off immediately and Harley’s lifeless body went flying and collided with a tree. The Joker’s eyes narrowed and his smile was gone. “You’re going to regret that” anger clear in his voice. Hagrid’s heart was racing, it took him a moment to process what had happened, but when he realized that Harley wasn’t going to get up he began to cry. Large teardrops fell from Hagrid’s eyes onto Harry’s body. “I should not have done that, I should not have done that” he managed to say as he wept.

Snake opened his eyes slowly, he felt groggy and he could hardly remember what had happened, where he was or how he got there. He’d been fighting someone, he just couldn’t recall who. It was dark now, he must have been out for hours. He tried to raise his hand to wipe his wet face but he couldn’t move it. He lifted his head to look at his predicament. He was lying on a rock, tied down by strong vines. A voice rang out from behind him, just out of his sight *”Rise and shine Snake.” it said *”you’re probably wondering where you are. I’ll tell you where you might be. You might be on the rock that you’ll die on” the voice said calmly, followed by a fit of coughing. Snake tried to struggle, but the poison was still in his veins, he couldn’t even bring himself to speak. He sniffed the air. There was a heavy scent of gasoline. *”Now tell me Snake” the voice said as a battleaxe dropped from the tree above him. It was tied to the branch with a vine, but the axe slipped lower and lower every second. ”Do you want to play a game?”

Part 3

The Hound grimaced and spat at the ground as he saw his brothers face up in the sky during the anthem. He wasn’t upset that his Gregor was dead, but instead that he hadn’t been able to do it himself. Sandor wandered a little further into the forest and then leaned against a tree to get some shut eye.

A tree branch above Dick and Bruce rustled, Dick turned to face the noise, but Bruce grabbed his arm. "Selina, you`ve been up there for over an hour” Bruce spoke towards the branch. “I could’ve killed you, you know.” she purred, running a hand down her katana “Hmmf” Bruce snorted “good luck with that”

After eliminating all crime in Japalifornia, the team decided it was was time to help "save" another fictional city. Big Hero 6 flew across the Pacific Ocean/Sea of Japan until they came across a bustling island city. "I'm sure these guys could use some help" said Hiro. On the ground, the Avatar was patrolling Republic City, responding to the occasional "Hey you're the Avatar"s and "You da bomb Korra"s with a pleasant but rehearsed wink and point. Suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of crime. "Please, take whatever you want. Just don't kill me!" "Give us all your cabbages, old man!" Korra ran to the source of the noise to see four bandits, pointing a guns* at a defenseless old cabbage salesman. "Pick on someone your own size!" barked Korra as a whip of water knocked the firearms off the surprised bandits hands. Knowing that four unarmed nonbenders had no chance against the Avatar, they began retreating but the earth beneath them seemingly swallowed their feet, immobilizing them. If Big Hero 6 arrived 45 seconds earlier they would have seen how the Avatar was doing her job by defending the weak and bringing balance and all that zen stuff. Instead, they saw a meta human attack four unarmed ordinary guys. Surprised at how much power the Avatar had, Honey Lemon threw a yellow sphere at the unsuspecting bender. "What the-" shouted Korra as a yellow goop began to swallow her. She frantically tried to bend the substance but whatever it was it did not count as water, earth, air or fire. As the substance covered Korra's face, it entered her throat and lungs, suffocating her. Invisible to the human eye, Raava's spirit began looking for a newborn host. "Nice shot!" exclaimed Fred. "We're so good at this!"

"Holy cow they killed Korra!" exclaimed Mako. "You bastards!" roared Bolin. The ground shook below them, sparks flew from Mako's hand, and Asami fumbled to find the on switch on her electric glove thing. Team Avatar was ready for battle. "Now its our turn!" roared Fred as he, Gogo and Wasabi charged at the meta humans. Suddenly the ground below them turned to lava. Fred's monster form was immune to the heat but the others weren't so lucky. Gogo and Wasabi screamed as their flesh burned and melted. Before Wasabi's body completely gave out to incineration he threw an energy blade at team Asami, slicing her hand/power glove clean off. "You killed my friends!" roared Fred. Before Bolin could react, Fred ate the young lava bender. Meanwhile Hiro and Baymax were circling around Mako in the air, blasting him with energy blasts. Mako, being a skillful acrobat, dodged each blast but it was tiring him. "I can still be useful!" exclaimed Asami, clutching what was left of her arm. "I'm the smart one. Maybe I can find a way to depower that robot." Hearing this, Baymax charged at her. "Come and get some, bigguy" Asami threatened. Unfortunately for her, the fake science behind science fiction was in an entire different league than the fake science behind steampunk. Her last thoughts before Baymax snapped her neck was "I have no idea what I'm doing." With Baymax distracted, Mako electrocuted the robot with all he had. This was enough short circuit the android and his body fell down useless. Hiro, having no other powers besides sharing the "power of friendship" with Baymax ran and hid. Mako dismissed the threat of the small little boy. He turned his attention to his remaining foes. Fredzilla marched towards Mako menacingly while Honey Lemon took out a very intimidating looking sphere from her purse.

Taking the defense, Mako created a baricade of fire to protect himself. Lemon was caught in the blast and caught fire. She dropped her purse and sphere and ran in a few circles before burning to death. Now it was Mako vs. Fredzilla. Fred walked through the wall of flames without a scratch? But what could Mako do? Fred has proven immune to Bolin's lava, there was no way Mako could harm him. The thought of surrendering and begging for his life crossed his mind. But then mako realized that was not an option. In anger he spat at the monster. "You and your friends are savages! You killed me brother! You killed the only two women I ever loved. I'm gonna make this hurt!" Mako made a punching motion and from his hand, for the first time, blue flame emerged. As his anger surged through him the diameter of the fire increased. It obliterated everything in its path. Like an azure atomic bomb it turned buildings, cars, and cabbage stands into dust. Finally the flames stopped. Mako fell to his knees, completely drained. "Is that all you got," cackled Fredzilla. He was hurt. Badly. But alive. And he also knew that Mako was out of juice. His monstrous form limped towards the helpless Mako. Third degree burns covered the monster's body but Fred didn't feel a thing. Mako was so weak, now he strongly considered just giving up. But he had one more option. A blue orb rested in the blackened ash covered ground. Just as life managed to thrive, against all odds, in a harsh universe thanks to the blue sphere we call home, this mysterious orb might be the key to Mako's victory and survival. As Fred slowly limped towards the fallen bender, Mako grabbed the sphere and hurled it at Fredzilla. "What the-" Fred said as a blue gas began to form. Fred began to cough violently. Blood and eventually chunks of organ tissue began to spew from his mouth. After several minutes Fred collapsed, dead, next to a pile that was once part of his stomach and intestines. Mako sighed and laid his head down to sleep. There will be a time for mourning the loss of all his friends but for now, Mako needed to rest.

*Yes I am assuming the Avatar world has guns, there is no logical way a society can have giant freaking robots and no firearms.

RMWASG is walking around one day during the height of the "mincemeat murders", armed of course for his safety in these turbulent times. When he sees a young handsome boy talking to himself, he sees something strange in the boy's collar... an eyeball? he must be mistaken, so he follows the boy as he turns down an alley.

There he catches him talking to some weird alien abomination on his hand! RMWASG doesn't waste any time engaging! Migi however has a genius intellect and has studied firearms and knows all the weapons characteristics and specs to the very figure.

Shinichi using his super human speed, acrobatics, reaction time and dodging abilities Evades the shot gun blasts and takes cover behind a thick steel dumpster. He places a hand over his heart and takes a deep breath instantly calming himself.

Shinichi tansforms his arm to have even more super strength, picks a rock and throws it like a mortar round but from behind cover he can't hit RM dead on. But does strike close enough to cause a break in the fire. He uses this chance to rush the enemy as Migi lashes out creating high speed cover and disabling the weapon!

Shinichi steps up and with his nondominant/free hand puts his entire hand through his chest pulling out his heart while it is still beating killing him on the spot.

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Yoda waves his hand and says "Home you will go, a quiet evening you will have" To the tall bearded monk in Orange robes.

Tenzin looked puzzled at the little green goblin in Brown robes not even realizing he had just passively beaten Jedi mind tricks with his high intelect.

He stood tall, gave a small curt breath out, turned sharply and blasted out three rapid jabs. Each one launching an air missile at Yoda, who back flipped 25 feet in the air dodging them.

Tenzin dashes forward like a human projectile only to have Yoda lift one hand and send him flying back without actually touching, or even really looking. As though he has some kind of combat precognition.

Tenzin settles into a deep Seisan stance and evens his breath as Yoda stands still but attentive. Tenzin's lead(right) foot turns out to a hard 45 degree angle as he springs forward chambering and blasting off a large inside crescent kick as a huge wave of wind travels off his leg and he stomps down into a horse stance switching his lead and trail foot.

Yoda slides his foot forward and pushes his small hands forward gently and manages to with an invisible force counteract the wall of rushing wind.

Tenzin getting frustrated now but not showing it pushes his hands straight down kicking up tons of dust to obscure movement. Yoda not fooled or worried. Tenzin moves into a leaning back stance and waves his hands around before pushing a tornado

Suddenly a damn boulder comes flying through the tornado at Tenzin who dodges back with a series of flips. Having lost track of Yoda.

His body begins to feel tight as Tenzin is lifted off the ground, he can't isolate where the lifting force is coming from though, it seems to be originating from exactly where he is, and the suddenly he is violently throw and snapped back in to a wall.

Tenzin grogily stands up, a beed of blood running down his bald scalp, looks up just in time to see a high speed Yoda and a flash of green cut him in half.

Yoda may be weaker, but is massively faster, has more control with the force than airbending would give and is less telegraphed, and nothing Tenzin has is going to be able to stop a lightsaber. Yoda is also much more likely to kill and has precogniton and a higher degree of maneuverability

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I haven't done a write-up since my old profile /u/leefan_returns but here we go

Godzilla roars in triumph amongst ruined businesses and homes, truly his idea of a throne. Amongst the ruble on this gloomy day stands an average height, big haired man in an orange gi. Defiantly he stares down the beast. Surely if he doesn't hide he will die. He walks right up to the beast unoticed by it. He shouldn't press his luck. He should turn back now!

hey there big guy, I'll give you one chance to back into the ocean. Go away from here and you won't get hurt

Godzilla doesn't speak Japanese. It slowly opens its gaping maw, and fast as lighting dives into the concrete, crushing rebar and city street in it's massive jaws. The man eaten whole-wait what's that spec of orange? It's the strange man...jumping? Over the monsters head! Sailing clear of any danger. But how? It must be...could it be...The hero? The champion? The god? it is! It is! It's...it's...MR. SATAN! THE HERO HERCULE IS HERE TO SAVE US, AND IN ORANGE FOR SOME REASON!

wooyee you've got a bad attidue you know let's see how you like this...

A small flickering ball of yellow light forms in Goku's hand as he launches the ki blast right into the monster's eye. Smoke billows off it's face, perhaps not destroyed but certainly blinded, as Goku gracefully lands several blocks away. The monster roars, the smoke clears, not a scratch on it. It begins to full body sprint at the tiny titan. Goku effortlessly dodges the mad rush-only to catch a full blast from its tail and be sent flying through 15 skyscrappers. No way the champ could surrvive that! But then...a pile of ruble begins to quiver. Godzilla does not drop its guard, staring intently at the pile of destruction it's freshly created. The toppled buildings EXPLODE! Repelled away from Goku standing there with a new look of determination on his face.

You. You monster. This is a way of life for these people. Their homes. Their lives. You've taken them! Why damnit!?

Godzilla replies with an ear piercing screech-cut short

KAO-KEN!

Godzilla doubles over in pain as if shot in the stomach. Taking a full body knee to the gut has crumpled the beast. Goku stands on its head. Extends a hand, fingers spread. He bends over to examines its mind using his powers.

I see. You're just a beast. Thoughtless. You don't do this out of malice. It's just your nature. Still...I won't forgive you!

He jumps off and stomps it's foot, breaking several of its toes before bounding away and turning atop the largest still standing building to face the monster. Godzilla rights itself and takes in a deep breath. Goku flickers golden as his hair shoots straight up and his muscles flex. Godzilla fires it's atomic breath! KA-MA...HAAA-MAAAA...HAAAAAA! A brilient blue white light leaps from his finger tips, cutting clean through the atomic breath, shooting down the monsters gut, inflating it..and...POP! Blowing Godzilla to smithereens!

So why'd it happen exactly?

Goku post training with King Kai can take Godzilla down. At that point his KameHameHa has the power to kill planets. Which are much more durable than Godzilla. He also would be miraculously faster. So his power level shoots up almost 8 times by the time he faces off with Captain Ginyu. From there he gets a zenkai boost and THEN super sayian 1 which is a FIFTY times power increase. He spends the next 2 decades training and discovering new techniques and styles and unlocking new forms...

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This is from a bloodmatch prompt asking what would happen if Doom ended up in Westeros. Enjoy

Dr. Doom claims the Iron Throne in under two years. He loves order and control and few in Westeros could pose a threat two him. He has the knowledge and know how to advance science significantly and he would quickly have a primitive, suit of armor, probably powered by his magic. He has the magical skills to make himself a living legend and any who tried to double cross the most untrusting man in Latveria would be in for a rude awakening. Bloodmatch: Doom would begin with getting a bearing of where he is. Since he is a skilled fighter and magician he would quickly make his way to the nearest city/seat of power. From there he would try to gain the trust of the ones in charge. In Lord Bolton's territory who would offer strategic advise on bringing the North under heel. If he popped up in King's Landing he would quickly find himself in the services of Tommen/Cersei as an expert maester. In the Riverlands, House Frey would find a powerful warrior who will aid the Frey's in their defence. If he popped up in the Iron Islands, he would impress the Greyjoy's with his knowledge of the sea and boats. However regardless of where he pops up, he won't be a subordinate for long. He just needs a month or two to prepare himself to overthrow the local rulers. The only place where he would have to go straight for the kill would be Dragonstone, since Melissandre would probably oppose him and thus turn Stannis the Mannis against him. However after a month or two, where ever he is, he will emerge from his quarters in a suit of primative, yet advanced compared to westeros, suit of armor, powered and protected by his magic. He would quickly crush the local leader. After that, his newly inherited forces, would be purged of any loyalists to the previous lord. If he was a humbler man, he would have spent time slowly ingraining himself in the inner circle of the house he went to, so he could have legitimacy, but he is too proud, to be under another's heel for too long. He will rule his newly acquired land with force and might. Blood will be shed, but order will be instilled. The people of his land will be well fed, and protected of crime. His realm will quickly undergo an industrial revolution, to a limited extent, and suddenly, his realm, whether it be in the riverlands, the North, the Iron islands, or whatever will become an economic powerhouse. His soldiers will be well trained and loyal to a fault, lest the risk facing their DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The surrounding lords will take note of this masked upstart, and his cruel overthrow of a family they have known for generations. If they neighboring lords are not currently engaged in war on their own soil they will try to take advantage of the upheaval this upstart maester has created. Army of a few thousands knights will ride out to seize New Latveria. They seek to poke the beast and see it's bite, however it's bite will be terrible. The forces of the houses that chose to interrupt Doom's new home will be eradicated. Soldiers dressed in powerful armor, with glowing swords will ride out to meet the invading force. The invaders, whether they be of a noble house, or brigands hired to increase the numbers will all be cut down. And the commander will see, riding in the front of this tide of death is the Mad Maester Doom. From there, the neighboring lands will fear or unite agains the private realm of New Latveria. Weak neighbors will trip over themselves to establish good relations with the Mad Maester Doom, who apparently runs an incredible realm. Those who are smart to remain weak will find a powerful ally, however an ally they know they can never cross. Those who unite against the Mad Maester will rally all those they can find. A war between New Latveria and it's enemy neighbors will be swift and brutal. The army rallied against the Mad Maester will perish swiftly and horribly. With his enemies gone he will expand his land taking over those who sought to strike at his people. It has been one year since the Mad Maester Doom was first spotted in Westeros and now he controls 2-3 of the seven kingdoms. Any neighbors who befriend him live in respect of their powerful ally. His own kingdom of New Latveria is now finally seeing the fruits of the Mad Maester's labor. The kingdom is wealthy, the people are well fed, and crime is rare, and punished when found. The cities of his kingdom are different. They have been reborn, still beautiful, but now advanced, shining, gleaming. The Walls around his people protect them from all but the fiercest of forces. The nobles of New Latveria understand that they are only nobles in wealth now. Political struggles in this new kingdom are a thing of the past. Any actions against the great Maester will result in swift and terrible retribution. The people all learn that the hand that feeds is not to be bitten. The poor and the masses accept this, for life has never been this good. The nobles to accept this as life is as good as ever and they have little worry of twisting alliances. Many will may miss the old days of political intrigue, but this new kingdom is a paradise that should not be tarnished. The remaining kingdoms of Westeros will put aside their petty squabbles and unite against the Mad Maester. They will unite their forces and prepare for a grand war. Not event the Mad Maester with all of his tricks can match the remaining 5/4 kingdoms of westeros united. The men of iron will set their great fleets against the port cities of New Latveria. The rest of the forces will march to meet the New Latverian forces in battle. The Iron born will soon realize their folly though, as their ships are swiftly destroyed. Three gleaming metal ships will cut through their fleets. Their weapons loud as thunderclaps, and their speed greater than that of any wind. The Iron born soon too stubborn to surrender retreat to rebuild, but when the remnants of the last fleet arrive back on friendly shores they find the Mad Maester waiting. The Iron islands are quickly put in line and the people learn their place. The remaining kingdoms are disheartened by the loss of the Ironborn, but they new they never had a real chance, those raiders and seaman could never fight a real war. They have spents months preparing, raiding the outlands of New Latveria until they arrive upon a field. On that field stands the one they sought out. The Mad Maester himself, shining in brilliant armor stands out. The united forces form up and prepare themselves. Behind the Maester emerges a small army, a fraction of the size of the united forces. The united forces, high on confidence and arrogance charge, their horses so numerous and furious in their run, that the battlefield sounds like a tempest. Suddenly the commanders see flashes of light, and cracks of thunder. The knights and their horse are all cut down but the Mad Maester's men. The wield tubes that tear the world asunder. Those knights and soldiers who manage to close the gap find themselve ripped apart by soldiers wielding powerful magical weapons. The Mad Maestor himself Floats above the battlefield striking down all those who dared oppose him. Terrible magic bursts from his hands and the skies and he alone destroys an incredible amount of men. The last great battle for Westeros has ended months ago, and New Latveria is now the single unified empire that exists where there were once seven kingdoms. There is peace and there is order for the Great Maester demands it. The people are well fed and they know who they have to thank for it. Doom himself is happy. He has saved so many lives and improved all of those lives. He has brought order into this worse violent and cruel world. However for all of his happiness, he is not satisfied. He hears of talks among his people that the great ice wall that ends his domain is holding back something terrible and that is unchecked it is bound to break. With a hunger in his eyes he marches towards beyond the wall, to vanquish any foes who threaten New Latveria. Edit: I didn't realized he was transported back with his suit, I thought he went back naked, so thats why he makes his own primitive suit. Him going back with his dope suit would just accelerate his timeline of plans, would make him really powerful, and would allow him to easily reverse engineer things. I would change my post to accommodate this, but thats a lot of effort, so yeah. If anything just imagine I said he still had his main suit for the first paragraph.

The Great Maester Doom stands atop the great ice wall that ends his empire. His body is encased in gleaming armor, his head adorned by a simple crown, his back covered in a most magnificent and billowing cape. He has been at Castle Black for two weeks now and his loyal citizens are hard at work. When he arrived he was surprised to see the sorry state of affairs. There were less then 1000 men manning the whole wall. He learned that most of the castles along the wall were abandoned and decaying. The Night's Watch, a once proud order reduced to criminals, deserters and a few good men. The Grand Maester knew what had to be done. His messengers made haste to all of the cities to spread the news. The Grand Maester would restore the Wall, and he would destroy the impending threat of the White Walkers. In only just two weeks hundreds of workers arrived to rebuild Castle Black. He learned from his messengers that hundreds more have begun work at other sections of the wall. From his high vantage point atop the wall he see's the rumblings of an encroaching threat. 3 months since the Grand Maester Doom began to revitalize the wall, the North was alive with activity. The Nights Watch was doing something it had not done in years, grow. The Grand Maester respected the heritage of the Watch, and he couldn't deny that they had great style with their tradition of wearing glorious capes. There numbers were now steadily approaching 1000, but he new it would grow further. Castle Black looked as if it were torn down an rebuilt anew. The whole structure was refortified. The Grand Maester was so proud of his people's efforts. New Latveria was in a far better place now, then it was when he first arrived. He has been told by the leader of the Night's watch that they intend to rename the Castle Black after their benevolent and strong leader. When offered such gifts, it would be an insult not to accept them. Castle Black was renamed the Doom Bastion. 4 Months since he arrived at the Wall, the Grand Maester sees the omens of what will come. New Latveria is a grand place but it is still rather primitive. He has brought technology with him across his empire, but he knows it will be years before simple industrial era technologies become standard across the empire. However, this does not bother him. He would rather ensure his people are cared for first, before anything else. He also finds his grand empire with all of it's primitiveness, and belief in his magic to be endearing. His forces have aided the Night's Watch in recapturing the outposts along the wall. A few remain untaken, but soon they shall fall to the Grand Maester. He now prepares to go to the other side. The Night's Watch have begun venturing out again, but all of they report of movement's in the woods. They tell that Craster's keep lies in ruin. He rides with the Watch, alongside Commander Snow, a smart man who has sworn his loyalty to Doom for restoring Snow's family back to their place of Ward's of the North. This small force of Night's Watch, and the Grand Maester venture far enough to see what the men speak about in hushed tones and voices filled with dread. The see a massive camp of wights and White Walkers. They begin a retreat back to the Doom Bastion so they can call more men for their impeding crusade. All throughout the weeklong trip over the wall, the Grand Maester's is filled with a feeling he hasn't felt in a long time. He can sense the wondrous magic that rules over this land. The Maester had been back at the Doom Bastion for no more than 2 weeks before his brave and loyal knights had arrived. Commander Snow had expected his mystical ally to bring tens of thousands, not two thousands, but he makes no complaint. He trusts his friend and he readies 100 of his finest men to go on a crusade against that which would threaten the living. The Maester and Commander Snow ready themselves and their men to set out on the next night towards destiny. The small army is over the wall for less than 2 days, before the Grand Maester stops them. He moves ahead of the lack column and speaks to the woods. Within moments a force of Wildlings numbering in the thousands emerge. They are armed, but they do not make a move. The Grand Maester calls forth his trusted friend and explains everything to him. He had known the Wildlings were on the retreat from the army of the White Walkers, and he had known they were camped here. He asks the Lord Snow whether they should offer these Wildlings salvation or sanction. Lord Snow, doesn't hesitate before saying salvation, fearful that even with this offer the massive Wildling horde will fall upon his men and cut them down. However, the Wildlings lay down there arms before the Grand Maester. They have accepted his offer to join forces against the dead and the Cold. The forces of the Grand Maester and Lord Snow now move forth towards their enemy. Numbering in the thousands it takes days before they find their foe. On a plain of death and snow, they find the army of the White Walkers. These foe do not abide by the rules of war. There is not a moment to wait before the wights begin their charge. The supply trains of the Grand Maester's force are hurriedly moved back behind lines of Wildlings. Wights clash with Wildlings, Crows, and the Maester. The damned creatures do not fall to normal steel. His own soldiers along with the Crows are cleaving down the wights, but he knows this battle will result in too many dead Wildlings if it continues. He musters all of his magical might and creates a long wall of flame to divide the battlefield. He notes that the fire kills the wights, but the howling winds, and snow, will soon extinguish his magical fire. However the reprieve he has provided has given his forces all the time they need. As the Wildling soldiers reform their lines, and the women and children retreat further behind the Grand Maester's army, the Grand Maester, brings Lord Snow with him, to the 10 carts, his own soldiers have brought with them since they began the campaign. Assuring the commander of the Crows, that the battle will turn in their favor, he uses his mystical powers to cast a spell. Within moments, sounds are heard coming from within the carts. Emerging from each cart are figures, but unlike any ever seen. 100 figures organize themselves in front of Lord Snow, and the Grand Maester, while their armies regroup. Each figure gleams like silver. They are of a slender build, but they are clad in all metal. The Grand Maester smirks to himself at the sight of his first Doombots. Each a set of masterly crafted armor, powered by his magic to carry out his will. The ones in the front each brandish identical swords and shields. The ones in the back wield large and strange looking bows. Every one of them bear his crest on their chest. With one last magical incantation he gives them their orders and they march towards, the wall of fire. They line up, swords in the front, the great bows in the back. The Crows, the Maester's forces, and the Wildlings look at these automatons with wonder. With his forces reorganized, and his doombots front and center, the Grand Maester issues a command. All sword Doombots draw their weapons, which come alight with blue magical fire. The Grand Maester feel's his power beginning to drain, but his not yet done for the day. The wall of fire he erected an hour earlier seems as if it flickering and beginning to die. With a mighty command it roars back to life and surges forward toward the wights and the White Walkers. The Doombots follow as the wall of flame collapses after cutting through the ranks of wights. He knows that this battle shall be won. 2 months later the Grand Maester finally reappears through the gate the Doom Bastion. His forces had pacified the White Walker threat in under 3 weeks the Battle of the Maester's Flames. The Maester however had told his men and the ever loyal Lord Snow to return to the wall and the realm, he had work to do. He spent his time learning of the magics in the far north. He had returned wiser than ever. His men waiting in the Doom Bastion asked if they were to venture back across the wall to conquer the people, but the Grand Maester shook his head. He had learned much, and he was sure that the Wall was meant to be a divide. The streets of King's Landing were deafening with cheers as their triumphant leader had returned. He had been away for quite some time, and he knew he had much to do. In his absence certain people sought to disrupt his paradise, yet he knew those insider his realm would be dealt with. However, his gaze went towards the sea, to the land of Essos, where he knew his enemy waited. An enemy amassing trained armies, and possessing incredible beasts of fire.

For reference: Doom's quest began before Aegon and his armies set sail across the seas. Tyrion is in disbelief as Vary's gives him the latest updates from his spies in Westeros. It was not too long ago since he fled his own home due to lies and treachery, and yet know his homeland seemed more foreign to him than Essos. From what he's gathered, in the span of a year or two, one single man united the seven kingdoms into an empire. Many of the noble families that were warring just two years ago are either in reform, disarray, or the dirt. Aegon had planned a naval invasion, but Vary's reports caused the prince to hold back and gather more strength. It was while he regrouped, and the Grand Maester made his conquest of Westeros, that the aunt of the Aegon returned on her great dragon. The last remnants of house Targaryen held there reunion, where a young ambitious prince met his powerful aunt. She had came alone, on the back of Drogon while her forces held her territories. As they met, the queen learned from Varys of the full extent of the new force in Westeros. While the Grand Maester brought his realm to heel and ventured to the north, the House Targaryen began to rise again. The Dothraki horde that Daenarys came upon was now under her rule and joined her forces. Aegon merged his own with hers, and Slavers Bay became a hollow name. Things had calmed down, but there was still struggle. The Targaryen forces had grown to considerable sizes. Composed of the Second Sons, the Unsullied, Dothraki hordes, and a number of other mercenary groups. The Grand Maester has been hearing from little birds across the seas. Varys has been playing both sides as he provides information to Grand Maester Doom. It's only been weeks since Doom has pacifies the north, but there is no rest for him. Plots are brewing in his domain. New Latveria has improved greatly, but there are still cretins who seek destroy the paradise he has built. The Red Priestess still roams free in his lands, having escaped after Stannis Baratheon was struck down in battle. She rallies her followers seeks out the true messiah of her red god. Some of his men remain mired in unending combat in the Iron Islands, where barbaric proto-humans insist on preventing order to prevail. However, the Grand Maester deals with all things accordingly. He has recently recovered his original suit, from his home dimension. It was found in the Vale, a trinket held by Lord Baelish. Thankfully Sansa Stark, now regent of the North returned it to the Grand Maester after scheming and conniving Littlefinger fell through the moon door. The Lannisters are a shell of what they once were. It was only through the Grand Maester's mercy and Jaime Lannister's wise words that young King Tommen abdicated his throne during the Siege of King's Landing. The Kingsguard commander knew that if his king did not surrender, there would be o mercy. Tommen now leads his house from his ancestral home, as he has sworn fealty to the Grand Maester. Dorne remains Dorne, content with the situation if the Martells still hold their seat. House Tully once again has rule over the Riverlands, and House Frey has been "disbanded" for their heinous actions at the red wedding. The Daughter of Stannis is ruler of the Stormlands, but a smart, and kind man serves as the acting regent. The Iron Islands await a proper warden as the Doom still has trouble deciding if he shall allow the Greyjoy house to live or die. The Karstarks are completely eradicated as are the trecherous and cruel Boltons. It is only fitting that the Roose and his Bastard were turned into living house crests. The Vale remains an issue. Sansa made clear that she wanted to return to Winterfell, and so she was allowed, but with Baelish and Lysa gone and Robin gravely inept and unfit to rule the search is on for a loyal person to rule the Vale. Lastly the Reach remains in Tyrell hands. There is unending talk of plots and plays, but the Grand Maester is confident in those he has allowed to rule. With his original suit, he is a god on the mortal plane. The 100 proto doombots he had assembled for his Northern campaign are destroyed are rebuilt anew. Reverse engineering his suit and using it's advanced abilities truly powerful doombots are created, ones that will not constantly drain his magic. Equipped with powerful energy weapons and, incredible protection and independent power sources these new doombots can patrol New Latveria far and wide. While he only holds 100, his citizens are amassing metals and materials to build more. He dreams of having a contingent of 50 in every city. While his original suit offers opportunities to advance his realm's technology he refrains. The proliferation of technology will come, but it must come in a controlled fashion, lest any miscreant factions gain access to weapons that could harm his people. His friend with the three eyed crows inform him of the going ons of the land beyond the Wall. Bran Stark feels no warmth towards the Grand Maester, but he trusts the decisions of his brother Lord Snow. The Nights Watch remains strong and vigilant. Every castle on the wall is manned, and the Night's Watch is once again a noble organization. The remain prepared for whenever the Wildlings or the White Walkers may strike again. Doom couldn't finish off the things. He had neither the time nor the power to chase them all down, but he had certainly done enough. In a month's time a curious little fellow arrives in the port of King's Landing. Tyrion Lanister seeks counsel with the Grand Maester. His is amazed to find King's Landing clean and orderly. The once crime ridden streets of the slums are looking better. Food is available for all and is affordable. Thankfully the brothels are still there, cleaner than ever. It's as if the sun has actually risen over Kings Landing, and that it was only ever in the dull glow of dawn before. He finds the Grand Maester to be a perplexing fellow. He remains clad in a magnificent suit of armor, the likes of which have never been seen. His Kingsguard is half man and half "doombot" some gleaming magical creation of the Grand Maester. He finds his brother as commander of the guard, a condition he had to accept in the surrender of Kings Landing. Funnily enough, he can find no consort for the Grand Maester. The man in conversation is incredible. He has an air of authority and nobility. He is absolutely arrogant, but he is dedicated to the protection of his people and his land, which he calls New Latveria. He does not take much wealth for himself other than collecting magical items, legends and texts, and a constant inflow of materials for his tinkering. He sits upon the Iron Throne in comfort, yet is uncomfortable around the Sept. He is not a follower of religion, or at least that of the people, whoever he pretends he is. Perhaps most interesting among things are his monuments. The first what appears to be an incredible lifelike, full scale stone carving of Sir Robert Strong, pierced throw by a sword. The attendants tell Tyrion that it shows that Doom has conquered the most violent monsters Westeros had to offer. Some say that the statue is the actual Sir Strong turned to stone by the Grand Maester's magic. The other is all of the Banners of the major houses lined next to each other one by one, with a massive odd banner towering above all the others, the banner of the Grand Maester. Tyrion remains in the hospitality of the Grand Maester. Perhaps the most interesting thing about New Latveria is the changes in Doom himself. Victor is still certainly arrogant as ever, but he is less paranoid. Without a world full of mad Asgardian gods, deranged inventors, flaming men, invisible women, unyielding robots and world consuming cosmic entities, he has so much less to fear. Not that Doom ever feared any of these things, but rather the fear that these things would continue to take away his things. He has been tempered by the simplicity of this new world. Man may be as monstrous as ever, but he is the total savior to these people. He is content with ruling an empire as large as New Latveria, and he is content with being adored by the masses for proving food and safety. With security of his position within the realm comes serenity. However all is not serene outside of his domain. He sets out on one of his gleaming silver ships, with a contingent of his loyalists soldiers and 10 doombots. He rides to Essos, but he does not ride to war. He rides to ensure peace in his land.

Dimensions away, Reed Richards and Tony Stark are in the midst of trying to follow where Dr. Doom went. His disappearance was regarded with cautious worry for the first year, but after 2 years of silence, and the proliferation of freedom in Latveria, the heroes have set out to find doom. It is only when a curious accident occurs and with a flash of light does Tony Stark find himself waking up in a foreign land. His Extremis armor will protect him from most things, yet he is nervous over the lack of communications with his friends back home. Little does he know that he is now in the city of the Targaryen house, and the queen has set her eye upon the gold and red knight.

The Grand Maester Doom was only days away from reaching the city of Meereen, held by House Targaryen. His silver ship, may be small, but between it's advanced design, steel hull, and coal powered engine, nothing could touch it. It had taken much effort by Doom to build a coal powered engine, but it payed off reducing the travel time between Essos and Westeros dramatically. As he sat in his cabin, he heard something peculiar, something he hadn't heard in quite some time. The radio unit built into his original suit, the one he had recovered after his conquest sparked to life. Poring through its speakers was a sharp beep. The tone and transmission was clear as day. Whatever was broadcasting was very advanced. A message then began: "Hello is any one out there? My name is Tony Stark and I need help. I do not know where I am, and I am unable to reach my comrades. As far as I can tell, I am located in a rather primitive society. It has been 2 days since I have appeared here. I am unable to understand any of the locals. If anyone is out there please radio back. I will repeat this message every night." For the first time in a long time, Doom's mind was racing. The mad alcoholic armorer had appeared in this world. He must have been investigating Doom's lab when he activated the device. But Iron Man was alone, cut off from his marauding avenger buddies. And from what Doom's suit could gather, it seemed that Stark was located in the same direction as he was headed. What did catch Doom's attention the most however was when Stark mentioned he couldn't understand the locals. Doom had been using his magic to help him bridge the language barrier. His magic made all words clear to him, and all of his clear to the people. Now Stark is stranded and alone in this cruel world. The Grand Maester can only hope that he remains that way. Having run diagnostics on his suit when he first landed in this place he found that he had no information capabilities, meaning wherever he was either had the worlds strongest radio jammer, or lacked radio, satellites, the internet and every other luxury that made the world bearable. He also found that his atomic battery in his extremis suit is very damaged and was operating at a very low output. Thankfully, the suits solar power generation units were still functioning, but he knew the suit was greatly limited. Flying more than 100mph would put too much strain on the battery, and flying under that limit would only be limited to less than 30 minutes in between full solar charges. His repulsers still worked, but he was limited in regards to the strength he could set them too, and the frequency with which he could use them. His suits technological suite was still functioning, albeit with some limitations. Thankfully the suit still maintained complete physical integrity, although he limited the strength functions of the suit to a lower setting to save on energy drain. The suit would make him impervious to any small missiles and the Zero Point Energy shield would be able to protect him from any serious threats such as boulders, or whatever the hell else was in this world. He did notice though, that the Zero Point Energy shield was also limited in how long it could function for. His computer predicted it could disperse any force applied to his suit, but for no longer for 5 seconds before it stops. The good news though was it is apply to reactivate in less than 10 seconds. With his suit in the best functioning order as possible, Stark was staying in an abandoned slave lodge. What once used to cram the poor abused slaves of Meereen, now served as Stark's refuge from the foreign world. However, his hideout was not as effective as he thought. Two short, armored men entered his makeshift home, saying things in this strange tongue he didn't understand. While he didn't understand, it didn't mean he wasn't trying to learn it. As he complied with their assumed demands to follow them, he kept the suits recorder on. He had it on since he assessed his situation. He had gathered hours of conversation by locals, and he was hoping by analyzing these conversations, and processing through his computers that he could begin to piece together the language. Stark was surprised to find the men escorting him to be rather polite. They neither pushed him, nor yelled at him while they guided him through the winding streets of stone and clay buildings. After quite a distance he found himself ascending a winding avenue that was rising above the city leading to a grand ziggurat. He was met by an elderly man who looked like he was of European ancestry. Ser Barristan Selmy greeted the silent and armored clad individual. Barristan was stuck in between amazement and caution of this strange being. His armor was like nothing ever seen before, and it covered him head to toe. It was red and gold and emitted strange shallow whistles. He Spoke to it in the tongue of the Andals, and then in all of the dialects of High Valyrian, but the man did not speak. Finally Barristan offered the knight some wine and to sit down. To his surprise the metal man accepted, took a seat, and a glass of the wine. Barristan wondered if the thing were going to pure the wine into some hole, but to his surprise the helmet of the figure came apart, while remaining attached to the suit. Barristan met eyes with Tony Stark, seeing a man who seemed to be consumed by a suit of armor. To Barristan, he looked like an Andal. As they drank from their cups Barristan finally asked the figure if he spoke at all. After a moments pause, and to Ser Barristan's surprise the man replied back in shaky Valyrian "I'm trying". Stark's genius greatly aided him in understanding bits of the language, but he would still be speaking broken Valyrian for quite some time at the rate he was learning at. However, it was enough to help him communicate with the regal man he sat with. He was able to convey that he was a businessman, and an inventor, or more properly as the man understood it, an armorer. He established that he held no allegiance, and did not know where he was. The man, Ser Barristan Selmy, was a high aide to the leader of this city. He also came to understand that he was brought to the palace to be brought before the queen, Daenerys Targaryen, one of the last remnants of an old crumble empire. He also learned that he was on a land called Essos, in Slaver's bay. The two men continued to talk for hours. Queen Daenerys and Aegon Targaryen had been held up by more urgent matters and could not see Stark until the next morning. So Stark and Barristan continued their crude conversation while drinking into the night. Doom's regal ship now sat less than a day's sail from the city in Slaver's Bay, where his supposed enemies waited. He could see the port of Meereen, but he could also see the ships of Volantis blockading that port. He had been informed by Varys and Tyrion that there was still upheaval in Essos. Aegon, the heir to the Targaryen throne had merged his forces with that of Daenerys but they still faced enemies in Yunkai. The slavers continue to wage war against the Targaryen forces. While Astapor was retaken by Aegon, Yunkai, remains a defiantly out of Targaryen hands. They are bolstered by sell swords provided by free cities. The loss of slaves is something the masters in Yunkai and the some of the wealthy in the free cities can accept. The fleet of Volantis faces little opposition as it keeps the port of Meereen closed shut. Doom shall wait a day, but at dawn he will arrive in the city, even if he must clear some Volantis ships out of his way to do it. By mid morning Stark was waiting outside of the throne room. He was aided by Ser Selmy who had been an invaluable resource. While his High Valyrian wasn't pretty he could say full sentences. His vocabulary was very limited, but the suits functions helped him better understand what was said to him. In a move inspired by the movies he say back home, he fully removed his helmet and carried it in his arm while he waited to be called into the queen and prince's audience. He did not hear Stark, but rather Iron Armorer, as Barristan nudged him to enter the chamber. After four days of landing in this strange land he found himself in the presence of stunning Daenerys and her equally handsome nephew. Stark noticed that both were rather young to be rulers, but he took a knee before them. He presented himself in his poor High Valyrian as Tony Stark, the Iron Man. Throughout the course of his audience he was questioned to his intentions and whether he would be a supporter of the Targaryen forces. His answers were less than impressive, but he did not want to ally himself with potential abusive rulers. While trying to be polite he questioned the Targaryens as to what they believe and how they rule. An understanding was reached by the end of the audience. Stark was too cause no trouble for the city of Meereen and he'd be allow to stay in the city. After he demonstrated his control over his armor and the ability to call forth the removed outer layers back to the suit, it was also established that he would keep his armor. However the final stipulation was made that Stark must repay the queen for her hospitality by fighting for her when she summons him. Stark was shown to his quarters in a complex next to the palace where he was to meet Grey Worm and Dario. With crackling and flashes appearing in the sky, the Grand Maester's ship pushed through the Volantis blockade. Doom had floated over to the flagship to warn them that they were to not interfere with him or his business. As the silver vessel berthed at a dock Doom prepared himself to walk upon Essos. His company of Kingsguard, commanded Jaime Lannister and bolstered by 4 more knights and 1 doombot, were prepared to accompany him and Tyrion into Meereen, the doombot carrying the crest of House Doom high.

A collection of ten stories.

http://www.reddit.com/r/whowouldwin/comments/27b7zb/character_draft_round_1_stories/

The original posts were archived, so not only are they useless for comments and voting, I can't add to the story there. Now it's all been moved here. And yes, that means new sections coming soon.

Original

Part 1

Part 1 ending

Part 2

Part 2, ending

Part 3

Part 4

SETUP

"I am the Ghost of Sparta!" Kratos roared. "Tell me the way to Olympus or I will end you!"

The Starbucks Employee hadn't signed up for this. She had seen her share of freaks in New York but this was ridiculous...

Maybe it was because she was working the morning shift and haddn't woken up much herself, but she couldn't must enough emotion to be terrified, or even surprised anymore.

"Okay, 'Ghost of Sparta' will be written on the cup. Now what is your order? I don't think you need any more caffeine..."

She got a rude wakeup call when the half naked man grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her close with frightening strength "You think I wont harm a woman to get my vengeance!?" With a single arm he lifted her from the ground by her throat and threw her through the large glass windows and into the street outside.

Fully awake now, she tried to get to her feet, but an immense pain shot through her leg and side. She must have broken something. It was hard to breath, and her throat was still recovering.

The man walked through the broken window, "Where is Olympus? Where am I?!"

She could not speak as he made his way closer...

"Stop!" A police officer drew his weapon. He had been in the Coffee shop for some time but just now got to his feet, shaking off surprise.

Kratos blocked with his golden fleece as the officer fired. The bullet went strait through the officers skull on the ricochet.

More screams, and sirens in the distance rang as Kratos growled again, "Does anyone else wish to get in my way?"

"You know," She heard a voice behind her, "That's not how you are suposed to pick up chicks." She turned to see the one, the only, Spiderman.

"Who are you?" Kratos asked.

"Just your friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. Nice to meet you. Whats your name? I'm sure we can sort things out reasonably."

"I am Kratos! The Ghost of Sparta! God of War!" he said with rage and pride. "And I will not reason with you, 'Spider'. You will tell me what I need to know or i will kill you!"

"Hold on a second here, i think we got off on the wrong foot," Spiderman held out his hand to shake and Kratos drew his weapons. "Oh please. Come on," The masked man checked a watch underneath his suit. "I have class in thirty minutes, i don't have time to..."

The blade came down from above, he saw it even before his senses warned him. He sidestepped as the ground below became rubble. "Okay, i guess you want to fight it out."

The woman and all other civilians cleared from the area as the fight began.

The Fight Begins!

Kratos Followed up his first strike with several others, becoming a blur of death and metal.

"Look," Spiderman spoke when he could, dodging the attacks like a trained, bored acrobat, "I think," dodge "you need to," dodge "cool off," He aimed a web at a nearby fire hydrant, tearing it from the ground and angling the stream to his Kratos.

Kratos stumbled and stopped his berserker rage for a moment. But it otherwise did not phase him.

"Okay," He swung around the web, "Plan B!" the mental fire hydrant struck Kratos hard and knocked him back a few meters. But his face dented the metal more than the other way around. "uh oh."

Kratos once again roared and charged, switching weapons and attacking with a large sword. He began to glow as the Rage Of the Titans took affect. "I have killed gods! You are Nothing!"

"Yea, and I beat Firelord once." Peter continued to dodge and attempting to land hits now that Kratos's weapon was short range, "Just cause you killed Jesse James, don't make you Jesse James."

Peter's fists hurt after the attempt at causing damage. The glow must give him some sort of increased durability... soon the glow stopped. "There!" He struck hard under the jaw of the Spartan and the man reeled back a few feet...

Kratos brought his chin back down, some blood in his beard, but nothing more. "You sure are tough aren't you!" Spiderman admitted.

Spiderman charged, maybe if he got a good hit on the temple...

His spidey sense went off the charts.

Trusting the sense, he immediately aborted the attack, webbing a nearby wall and pulling himself away from Kratos as fast as possible. A wave of lighting hit the area he had previously been occupying.

Peter sighed in relief. "You are full of surprises aren't you. I guess I should keep my distance..."

As Kratos charged a web found it's self on his foot locking him in place. Kratos then tried to swing his chain blade from a distance, but a web wrapped around his fist, locking it around the handle. Roaring, he brought his other hand to tear off the web, just to have it webbed to the mass. In primal rage Kratos roared at Spiderman and had his mouth webbed shut.

"There, now just sit tight until the police..." Kratos Ripped away the webbing with a final roar, and tore his foot from the pavement, charging and changing his weapon once more. "Yikes!"

Green blades swarmed the street as Peter continued to dodge this way and that. These were faster than the other blades, but still not as fast as the automatic guns Peter had dealt with for years now.

"Hold Still!" Kratos roared in anguish. Peter did no such thing, dodging and landing in punches wherever he could, jaw, ribs, temple... it seemed to hurt him, but it wasn't bringing Kratos down.

Peter webbed the blades to an old nearby building. With a lurch, Kratos pulled out his blades, and the weak foundation. The building collapsed in a heap of stone and metal on top of Kratos as Peter escaped to saftey.

"Sorry buddy." Peter walked over the rubble once some of the dust had settled, "Maybe after you rest in a cell for a while..." His Spidey Sense screamed at him as Kratos exploded from the rubble. He had just enough time to bring his arms between him and the Spartain haymaker to keep himself alive. Peter was thrown back a hundred feet, slammed into a brick building wall and fell to the ground.

He coughed blood, and lifted his mask for a moment to spit before getting back to his feet. Damn he thought to himself This guy hits harder than the Hulk!

"If you beg for mercy, i MIGHT spare your life." Kratos said, making his way towards Peter once more.

His wounds weren't too bad, some broken ribbs, a fractured arm... He had fought through worse. But Kratos seemed to be in much better condition... a few cuts and scratches, but otherwise the Spartan was still just as battle ready as he started. Peter checked his webbing... damn, he was almost out. He still had enough in one canister for a few more tricks.

Peter turned to look down the street. There was a crowd already. Paramedics had arrived and were helping the injured woman. Peter may need their assistance after this too... if he lived.

"No matter, if you cannot tell me what I need, then I will continue to kill your countrymen until someone gives me the answers I seek!" Peter grimaced. Things were looking bad. This called for drastic measures.

"And this is all for... Revenge?" Peter asked. Buying time, and remembering what Kratos had said before. "This is what blinded you?"

"My family was taken from me." Kratos replied in sorrow and rage, loosing focus in the memory.

"I know how that feels." Peter continued. "I was once like you... My uncle was murdered. I was blind to anything but revenge... but there is more to life then that! I was strong enough to overcome it, i think you are too..."

"Silence mortal!" Kratos's mind could not be swayed. "I will have my vengeance! And no one can..."

Web filed the Spartans eyes as he spoke. He tried to rip off the tethers as fast as possible, yelling curses and threats.

As he was distracted Peter quickly closed the distance and pushed the rest of the webbing into Kratos's roaring mouth. He dodged and left Kratos's arm's reach just as the panicked hand blindly tried to grab him.

After he could see once more Kratos paused, unable to speak. Then, he realized he was unable to breath. He bashed his chest to no avail. He tried clawing out the webbing but it was too far in...

"Sucks doesn't it? All that godly power and something as silly as breathing gets in your way." Peter said as the Spartan panicked and choked with a mouth and throat full of webbing. "Don't worry, as soon as you black out I'll let the paramedics save you. You will be breathing through a metal straw for an hour, but you'll live. I made sure not to get any in your lungs"

Kratos's pale face was going blue as he kneeled on the ground and Spiderman continued, "I hope you learn that there is more to life that Vengeance." As Kratos closed his eyes and tried to gasp one last time he saw Spiderman check his watch and say, "Damn, my professer is going to kill me..."

EVIDENCE AND ARGUMENTS

First off, some clarifications,

Spiderman would have mostly likely won this far more quickly and efficiently than the way I wrote it. He could have made the web choking plan and tested it quicker, he really shouldn't have been hit by Kratos, and he would not have run out of webbing that quickly. I added these events to make it more entertaining, and to address the possibilities that they could happen.

This has been a controversial battle here for some time, and while i believe Kratos does have a chance, the battle heavily favors Spidey and I can't think of many situations where he would lose.

Kratos's durability is one of the main problems in this matchup because it varies so widely in the cannon. Both Mortals like Iccarus and divine beings like Atlas have dealt similar damages to Kratos. While i believe this means Spidey could easily damage Kratos as well (being in the middle), many disagree. For this matchup I used the plot from the first GoW to justify the claim that Kratos can suffocate. Both Athena, and Kratos believed that he could drown at the end of the first game, and there is no evidence suggesting he is immune to such as attack. This is an attack Peter Parker is known to have thought of, but does not use because it would normally surve no functional purpose, or it would be too inhumane. With a IQ of 200 and the villain roster he usually fights, figuring out a weakness like this would not be too difficult.

Kratos's strength also varies wildly in the cannon. He is shown to at least be weaker than Hercules and Atlas, but stronger than most other beings. I would place his strength at continental honestly. Atlas supposedly lifts the earth, but it obvious that Kratos's earth is not like ours. I think planetary strength is ludicrous to suggest, and continental is generous. This being said, a strike from Kratos shouldn't be immediately lethal to Spiderman, who has survived hits from the Hulk before. Blades, of course, are a different story.

Kratos has experience as a general, king, god, and warrior. But his feats do not suggest powerful tactics or excessive skill. His combat speed is relatively slow, The tips of his blades barley even blur. Spiderman has dodged Machine-gun fire casually and has at least one FTS feat. Unless he makes a mistake, there is no way he is getting caught by Kratos.

But what about his Magic? Most would not help, magic weapons would all be too slow. The Area of effect abilities would work if not for the spidey sense. They are heavily choreographed and thier AOE is relatively small. Even if Spiderman does not know what the danger is, chances are he will retreat immediately once he senses it.

If there is something i havent thought of, or you disagree, i am open to suggestions.

Captain America wakes up in the air just like in the recent Predator movie (Predators (2010)) He was previously doing a s.h.i.e.l.d's task to track down a terrorists and then suddenly woke up in the air. One predator is waiting for him on the ground and will hunt him down. You can give Captain America any kind of equipment he previously wore or equipment that's available from s.h.i.e.l.d or any Stark Tech.

Steve Rogers wakes up in the middle of the sky. He looks around not knowing where he is or how he got to this point. Flipping and soaring downwards fast, Steve hears a ringing on his chest. He sees some form of technology beeping and glowing red. He suspects it’s a bomb so he tries to rip it of his chest. Smack after smack, his parachute releases. The chute opened to late, so he crashed through a few trees. Cords of the chute start snapping and the tarp rips against branches and trees. Coming to a hard stop, Steve finds himself hung in a tree. 5 minutes past and he wakes up from the near death fall.

Steve’s Mind: “Where am I?”

He looks around and doesn't see anything but trees.

Steve’s Mind: “A forest? How did I get here?”

He looks down to see how high he is.

Steve’s Mind: “20 feet won’t hurt.”

He unclips his parachute vest and lands on his feet back to the tree while drawing his shield which was on his back. He tries his radio to contact S.H.I.E.L.D.

Steve: Hello? Anyone? I don’t know what happened to me. Please respond… Over”

No response comes from the other end. Unhappy in his situation, he looks around, and decides to walk in case he’s being watched by whoever put him in the air.

Steve’s Mind: “How did I get here? Who put me in the air?”

Steve passes over a rock and leaps over a 20 inch gap to another rock. Taking a seat on the edge of the rock, he notices he’s right on the edge of a mountain. He wipes the sweat off his head and looks up. He gets up slowly and puts his hand over his eyes to block the sun to see more of the unfamiliar sky. His hand drops down when he notices that he isn’t on Earth. The Sky showed this which made Steve uncomfortably confused.

Steve’s Mind: “This is impossible. Who would want to send me on a different planet? Fury? No. It couldn't be him."

From a nearby tree, a cloaked Predator is watching his prey. Listening in on every word. It leaps from tree to tree to get a closer look on Steve.

Meanwhile

Steve finds a nice flat surface on a rock and has an idea to empty his pockets and equipment to see what he has to survive until potential rescue.

Steve’s Mind: “Alright so I got a water canteen with ~27 ounces of water left, magnetic gloves, Akdal Ghost TR01, vibranium shield, night vision goggles, personal pocket knife, wallet, this tracking device from Stark Industries.”

Steve equips himself comfortably and starts playing around with the tracking device. 86% battery left, currently directed North/West, time is 11:34 P.M... The moon is supposed to be out yet it’s still shining bright. Steve sighs as he wonders how far he is from Earth.

Back to the trees

The Predator takes note on everything Steve equipped. He may not understand all the equipment, but he knows where it’s place. He starts to pick up his pace as he watches Steve walk along the edge. It climbs down the tree and follows Steve with a safe distance.

Steve hears a small beep repeating every 2 seconds. He checks his tracking device and opens up the radar section. He learns a position of a tango 20 yards behind him walking slowly closer. He doesn’t try to make himself obvious that he just learned the position of the Predator, so he starts walking cautiously slow.

The Predator notices a difference in Steve’s movements. It jumps to a nearby tree and climbs it. Steve looking down on his radar notices the tango moving away, but still in a 20 yard range. They both stop moving. The Predator takes out his disc blade and waits for Steve to make a move. Steve knows his watcher found out that he knows. In a swift movement Steve twists around shield up and sees a blade coming from a tree darting at him. His enhanced reflexes made him able to deflect the projectile with his magnetic gloves pushing the disc blade over the edge. He draws his pistol and starts firing at the tree. The Predator lets out a war cry and jumps from the tree. Some bullets hitting the Predators chest making Rogers see his cloaking device getting damaged. Disabling the cloak, the Predator fires a net at Steve. Steve tries to block the net with his shield, but it gets around the shield along with his arm. The net starts closing in on his arm and Steve tries to slip his arm out of the trap. The Predator approaches Rogers with a blow to the chest freeing his arm from the net. The shield is wrapped up in the net. Click Click. Steve throws his gun away and prepares for a fight. He sees the creature unplugging his mask. He gives a nasty look to the creature when he sees its nasty face. It lets out a huge roar cry.

Steve: “Alright buddy. You’ll regret messing with Captain America”

Steve dashes towards the creature and so does the predator. Moments before colliding, Steve slides between its legs while the creature misses its push kick. With tremendous agility, Steve punches its back and jump kicks the side of its head sending him to the ground. Getting up quickly, the predator runs at Steve again. He blocks the predator’s right jab which was used as a distraction when the predator grabbed Steve under his arm and threw him against a tree. Bracing himself before the impact, Steve made contact with the tree. Looking up, he summersaults forward to avoid another push kick. Recovering back to his feet while dodging punches, Steve finds an opening and strikes the predator with a flying knee to his chest. Falling off balance, the creature stumbles down then the rest of its body collides hard to the ground when Rogers sent out a perfect push kick to the chest. Running back to his captured shield, he tries to cut the net with his pocket knife. The blade broke after two tries.

Steve’s Mind: “I can’t slice him with this, but I can still defend with it”

Turning back to the battle, he doesn’t see his target anymore. Spinning around, he can’t seem to find him anymore. As soon as he checks his radar again, he hears a set a blades grinding on metal. He turns around and sees the cloaked predator striking him. Too fast for his opponent, Rogers back steps out of the way. He sees the curvy edges of the cloaked predator and quickly knocks him away with his shield. Hearing technology frits, he sees the predator coming out of cloaked. Jumping back to its feet, the creature lets out another war cry. Steve sees its wrist blades on the right arm. The predator was standing too close to the edge which gave Steve a perfect opportunity to knock him off. Steve begins to close in on it. The predator felt confident enough that his blades would penetrate the shield. Instead, as he extended his arm, both blades broke on impact. Steve knocked away his arm and pushed with his shield on the predator’s chest, making it fall off the edge. He looks down to see his fallen enemy. The predator didn’t give up just yet. He aimed his plasma cannon and shot the base of the rock Steve was standing on. Stumbling on the rock. The boulder crumbled beneath Steve making him fall down also. This time without a parachute, Steve laches onto vine hoping to reduce the fall. The vine snapped. Steve broke through branches which reduce the speed. He finally landed hard next to the predator. He gets up in pain. His left arm broke the fall and also broke on impact. His shield was missing. He sees the predator also in pain rolling onto its stomach pushing up. Steve looks in the direction where the predator was looking and spots the disc blade. They both look at each other and make a run for the weapon. The predator was falling behind with a broken leg. Steve kept running after recovering the blade as he saw the predator chasing him. Steve runs upwards and does a jump back flip off a tree, landing close range behind the predator. The creature gives a backhand, but Rogers ducked under and sliced his stomach. Green liquid squirts out of the wound. The predator screams. Steve kicks down on the wounded leg. The wounded creature falls on its back. Steve points the blade to the predator’s neck demanding questions.

Steve: “Who are you!? What do you want with me!? Where am I!?”

The predator screams in his face. Steve sees his plasma gun turning towards him. Not giving him a chance to even fire a shot, Captain America drilled the blade down its neck. Sitting down next to his dead prey, he looks up and sees a light reflecting off something in the trees. He takes a closer look and sees his shield wedged in a tree. He makes a plan to recover his shield and then try to find a way off this mysterious planet

Welcome to The_Scenario_Guy’s version of The Hunger Games! Some people will be wearing their standard clothes and other people will be wearing something with their standard clothes or different clothes. Each warrior is stripped from their weapons. They will all be placed at the Cornucopia with various other weapons which will be listed under the roster.

Roster:

1. Jigsaw/John – Wearing a Robe - From the Saw series

2. Nicky Santoro – Wearing a nice suit - From Casino

3. Indiana Jones (Standard) - From Indiana Jones

4. Kill Bill – Wearing her yellow bike outfit - From Kill Bill

5. Jack Sparrow – (Standard) - Pirates of the Caribbean

6. John Rambo – Wearing his clothes from Rambo 2008

7. Leonidas – (Standard) - From 300

8. Hagrid – (Standard) - From Harry Potter

9. Bruce Lee – (Standard)

10. Ezio Auditore – Altaïr armor - From Assassins Creed

11. Wesley – (Standard) - From Wanted

12. CJ – (Standard) - From GTA San Andreas

13. John Marston – (Standard) - From Red Dead Redemption

14. Coach– (Standard) - From Left 4 Dead 2

15. The Collector – (Standard) - From The Collector

16. Jack Reacher – (Standard) - From Jack Reacher

17. Lee Christmas – (Standard) - From *The Expendables *

18. Judge Dredd – (Standard) - From Judge Dredd (Reboot)

19. Kickass – (Standard) - From Kick-Ass

20. Peeta Mellark – (Standard) - From The Hunger Games

21. Stormtropper – (Standard) - From Star Wars: A New Hope

22. Agent 47 – (Standard) - From Hitman

23. Predator– (Standard) without its mask and remote brace. - From Predator (1987)

24. Hawkeye – (Standard Earth 1610) - From Marvel

Items at the Cornucopia:

• Hawkeye’s Bow with his arrows. Each trick arrow is replaced with his normal arrows.

• Predator’s mask, remote brace, and a pair of Blades for his wrist

• Lee Christmas’s throwing knives

• Ezio’s hidden blade brace

• Hagrid’s crossbow

• Leonidas’s Spartan shield

• Jack Sparrow’s compass

• The bride’s Katana

• Indiana Jones’s Whip

• Other weapons like spears/knifes/swords/standard bow and arrows/bats/clubs will also be at the Cornucopia.

• Agent 47’s Piano Wire

• The only firearm will be a 6 round Long Colt Revolver and only one will be placed.

Bags will be scarred between the podiums and the Cornucopia just like in the movie. Let the games BEGIN!

Requested by /u/ChocolateRage. Original matchup can be found here.

Setup

The Avengers are from the main comic continuity. The group consists of Iron Man, Ant Man, Hulk, Wasp, and Thor. They are able to call for more allies if the battle persists.

The CN characters are in-character as much as possible. Dexter's house has spawned alongside him. For the purposes of this serial, I am presuming his parents did not come along with the house. For convenience's sake, I am writing these characters in such a way that they have already been introduced to each other and would immediately work together.

The match takes place in a generic metro city, presumably New York with any civilians running away once the fight starts going.

"Ah, what a great day for science!"

Arising from his bed, the young scientist took the first steps of the day. Throwing open the blinds, the boy genius opened his gaze outside his window expecting to see a familiar suburban world. What lay outside the glass was not the idyllic neighborhood of stereotypical American life, but a busy city street of a major metropolitan area.

What caught his glance was not the unexplained cityscape, but the four familiar figures that stood right outside his door. Three young girls, each wearing brightly colored outfits, and a adult Asian man garbed in traditional samurai attire.

'What are those four doing here?' Dexter thought to himself as he threw on his lab coat, thinking of the last time he encountered these people.

Dexter noticed that the four had their attention turned towards an adult woman with short brunette hair. With a smirk, the woman raised a pistol towards the girl wearing blue and pulled the trigger.

Falling to the ground more through shock and horror than any actual damage, Bubbles whimpered as her sisters came next to her. The woman ran behind a nearby corner street.

"Bubbles!" exclaimed her red haired sister. "Are you okay."

Fighting back slight tears, Bubbles pulled herself up. "Why did that mean old woman do that?"

The sister in green replied in a harsh tone. "I'm about to find out."

Buttercup took off around the same corner the woman disappeared. Finding the same woman with her back turned, Buttercup slammed into her.

"What is your problem!?" the Powerpuff demanded. . "W-what are you talking about?" Maria Hill outcried.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Buttercup exclaimed as she drove a fist into Hill's stomach.

'This isn't a regular child. I need help. Now.' Hill thought to herself.

Reaching down to a small button on her leg, Maria issued a silent distress call. Maria bit her lip as another fist hit her face as she did this.

"The avengers are assembling." Hill said with a smirk.

"Who?"

"You'll find out."

With a slap to the back of the head, Buttercup knocked out Hill and flew her back to the others.

"Buttercup, what did you do!" Blossom exclaimed.

"What else was I supposed to do?"

Blossom planted a palm squarely in her own face.

"Well now what?"

"She said the Avengers were coming?"

"What? Who are the Avengers?"

"My guess is they're her backup. Any group that claims vengeance as a motivator sounds like your typical gang of villains."

Blossom turned to her other sister, the samurai, and the boy in the lab coat.

"Then trouble is coming. We need to prepare. Are you with us?"

Both Dexter and the Samurai nodded in agreement.

From atop a nearby building, a green clad Asguardian chuckled to himself.

"This is going to be quite the show."

Ant Man and Wasp arrived at the corner of Buckly and Tarnished.

"This is where the signal came from, Hank. I don't see any big hubub."

"I also don't see Ms. Hill. Stay alert and look for any evidence we can."

"I dunno Hank, it looks pretty nor-"

KABOOOOOM

A deafening explosion erupted between Wasp and Ant Man. The former was thrown against a nearby street wall.

"Janet!"

Dexter took several steps towards the red clad man. Wearing his Dexo Transformer suit, Dexter aimed a metallic canon towards Hank.

"Don't move, buddy, unless you want a face full of trinitrotoluene"

Ant Man reached down to his belt.

"Oh I don't have to move, young man. I'm sure a little TNT isn't enough to match Ant Man."

As he turned the knob on his belt, Ant Man shrunk down beyond Dexter's visibility. Firing a round of TNT blindly, the explosion rocked the street causing a crater of dust and debris to form. Ant Man scurried underneath the Dexo-Transformer and increased his size to four stories, landing a punch that tore off the arm of the suit and knocked Dexter on his back.

Hank towered over Dexter, approaching him slowly.

"Are you done, little man?"

"So you like ants do you, big guy?"

Reaching into his back pocket, Dexter pulled out his Animal Atomizer. Firing the ray at Hank, the superhero dissapeared undernearth his suit and helmet. From under the clothes crawled a tiny, worker ant. Picking up the ant, Dexter sealed him in a nearby empty plastic soda bottle laying next to a trash can.

"Stay in there for a while. Serves you right for making yourself such a big target."

"Keeping up, big guy?"

Stark commented towards his green ally as they made their way towards the distress signal. Thor flew beside Tony as the latter tried to make sense of the situation. Hank and Janet's signals stopped outputting their frequencies a few minutes ago. Banner had doubts about having the two scout out the danger, but Stark thought the two could handle it.

'Idiot' Stark thought to himself.

Just then a bright flash of red intercepted Iron Man, launching him back a mile away from the other two Avengers. A green and blue flash of light followed. Hulk shouted as he lept vigorously in the direction that Iron Man was thrown. Thor turned his back and began to swing his hammer to redirect his flying path before a flash of white appeared in front of him. With little time to react, Thor raised Mjolnir to guard himself from the sword blow.

"No! I am your opponent." Jack stated as he readied another slash.

Thor gave a wide smile.

"Then let us fight, swordsman, for I shall grant you the duel of a lifetime!"

The Hulk landed upon the street with a crash. He lost sight of where Stark fell, but jumping around aimlessly would get him nowhere. Just then, Hulk noticed movement. A girl wearing the exact same shade of blue that attacked Iron Man was standing on a corner...h-holding a puppy?

"Well hello there Mr. Snuggles. What are you doing in the middle of the road?"

That had to be the girl that attacked Stark. Hulk approached the small girl, cracking his knuckles. Hulk needed to smash.

"Well there, little puppy, you could be hurt. We need to get you to a veterinarianaman." Bubble said, mispronouncing the last word.

Hulk wanted to smash.

"Achoo!" Bubbles sneezed slightly as a small trut of fur invaded her nose.

Hulk...had to...smash.

"Hello there, Mr. Green Giant. How are you today?" Bubbles said, smiling brightly at the rage monster.

Hulk sma...sma...Hulk did not need to smash. With a long 'aww', Hulk reverted back to Banner.

Bubbles and Buttercup dusted their hands off as they peeled the unconscious man away from his armor.

"Well that was a great load of nothing." The dark haired sister said in a disappointed tone..

"Where is Bubbles, anyway?" Blossom queried.

"She can take care of herself. We should go check and see how Jack is doing."

Thor was surprised at two things.

One was how well this seemingly normal swordsman was keeping up with him, even at his held-back pace.

The second was why the man's sword was still intact after clashing with Mjolnir so many times.

Thor let loose a bolt of lightning towards Jack, who immediately deflected it.

"Mere mortal! What manner of blade is that which can stand against Mjolnir!"

Jack stretches his katana out in an aggressive stance.

"This sword was forged from my father's righteousness by the gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu."

"O-Odin!" Thor stated in surprise. "Father, why hast thou forged a weapon for mine enemy?" Thor let his guard down in surprise.

"To undo the evil that is Aku."

Jack lept at the Thor's lowered guard and landed a clean cut across Thor's torso...to no effect.

Jack's eyes widened.

"You are an innocent."

Regaining composure, Thor struck Jack upon the head with a swing of his arm.

"Verily."

Jack fell to the ground unconscious as three beams of light surrounded him.

"I am through playing around. Have at thee!" Thor shouted.

"And so are we!" the three sisters exclaimed back.

Against one Powerpuff Girls, Thor could have won the ensuing fight. Perhaps even two. Against three beings of strength comparable to his own, however, Thor could do little. The battle was long as every participant was thrown against wall after building after statue. Lightning and heat vision decimated the area. As Thor swung to strike one Powerpuff with his hammer, he would be attacked by the other two on each side. Eventually Thor lay his hammer down in defeat.

The girls looked upon the completely destroyed landscape

"You think we overdid it?"

Reasoning

Dexter, Ant Man, and Wasp were almost non-contenders with their low damage output. Jack's sword could stand up to Mjolnir, but Jack himself could not stand up to Thor. Thus it came down to if the PPG could handle Thor and Hulk.

The girls had potentially three ways to deal with Hulk. Rule 1, BFR, or have Bubbles revert him to normal. As stated, Thor has comparable high end feats to deal with one or two PPG, but the three speedblitzing him would cause the battle weary Thor to yield.

I'll be copying and pasting the contents of the story into the comments, and then linking to each individual "Chapter" in the main body of this post, as it's far larger than the 10000 character maximum.

Edit: DON'T READ THIS It's shit

As requested here this will just be a write up of how these two teams battle would go down.

Setup

The teams here are the Teen Titans from the tv series and team Avatar from the end of The Last Airbender. Only reliable on scene feats were taken so no blood-bending and no White Raven because we don't know if she could do that again.

The fight will take place in a city so it would be fairly even while also giving the benders all the elements they need.

The way I have each member paired with a opponent shouldn't affect outcome for the victors and it was just a way to make the fights easier to write and not affect the fight. The parings were made mainly on the type of fighter each person was.

Now, without further delay.

Story

The Teen Titans were all together, celebrating a recent victory by getting some food at one of their favorite pizzerias. Beast Boy and Cyborg were arguing, again, about what toppings they should get on their pizza, Raven was reading her book in quiet solitude, looking annoyed at how loud her two teammate’s conversation was getting. Starfire was rambling off to Robin, who was seated right beside her, about the many new discoveries she had made about Earth culture. Robin was sitting in silence, occasionally nodding his head even though it was obvious that he was not paying attention to his teammate and was lost in his own thoughts.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard with a sound of the crack of thunder combined with a great blue flash showing what had caused it. The Titans all swiftly stood from their seats and turned to face the direction from which the sound originated, putting whatever business they had on hold for the moment. From their table, they saw a six legged,horned beast with white fur. The creature had a brown arrow going down the front of its head, when it turned, a long tail similar to one a platypus might have was visible to the group. The creature appeared like it might have been hurt or agitated by whatever had brought it there, and it was beginning to rampage through the street, knocking over a mailbox and plowing through a light post before it finally crashed into a fire hydrant, water shooting like a geyser into the air.

“What is that thing?” shouted Beast Boy, his voice cracking as he finished his sentence.

“No idea” Cyborg answered, “but it better stop tearing up my city!” With that the blue half-man, half-robot leaped through the air. As he fell he raised his fist and finally made impact with the beast right before it went to continue its rampage.

When the dust cleared, the Titan stood in front of the beast, which was slumped down with its eyes closed, appearing unconscious. The hero jumped into the air with his fist raised, preparing to say his signature phrase.“Booyeaaa-” the Titan was cut off from his celebration as a giant rock had flown through the air and collided with the center of his body, pushing him a little ways down the street.

“Nobody messes with one of are group and gets away with it!” The Titans looked at the direction from where the projectile came from and looked to see a young girl, probably only in her early teens, screaming these words and pointing to their ally. The girl then raised her legs and mounds of stone and concrete suddenly shifted with her movements. The girl moved her body as if it was running but with each step pushed more earth to propel her forward after hero she had already assaulted.

“Appa!” The Titans looked back to where the beast they just stopped lay, next to him was another young teenager, this time a boy, dressed in clothes colored yellow and orange, but only covering the right half and bottom part of his chest along with his lower body. Two more teens followed him, both appearing to be about a year or two older then the boy that was already on the ground. One was a girl in blue clothing , the other was a boy in black pants and a shirt with the sleeves ripped off, he had short hair along with a scarred red eye. Behind them came another boy about their age. This one was in blue pants and shirt similar to the girls along with short hair pulled back to a short ponytail. The boy was charging the Titans with a black sword, behind him came what looked like a small white monkey with wings that resembled a flying squirrel’s, giving off very angry chirps.

“Ahaaaaaaa” the boy screamed heading for the front most Titan, Robin.

“We’re being attacked, Titans go!” With that simple command from their leader the Titans all charged except for Robin, each picking a member of the group to target.

Beastboy had changed into a hawk and flew side by side with Starfire, both were headed right toward where Katara and Zuko were, forcing the two to retreat. As they ran to escape Zuko was chased by Starfire while Beast Boy went after Katara. Through this time raven flew at a slower pace going in what appeared to be Aang’s direction.

At this time Sokka, the boy in blue, continued his rush on Robin. The Titan stayed calm as he pulled out his staff, let it extend into its typical fighting length, and used both hands to get into a fighting stance.

When Sokka was in striking distance of the Titan, he swung the sword coming from his far right. The Titan smoothly lifted his staff to his left side where it was quickly struck by Sokka’s sword. Robbin had stopped the strike, but he felt how deep the sword had cut into his staff, whose type had handled plenty of tough swords without taking a dent. He would have to use caution here.

Sokka pulled back his sword and went for another swing, time coming from the side opposite from where he just attacked. This time Robin did not block the strike, instead, he opted to dodge out of its way and put the but end of his staff into Sokka’s chest. The Water Tribe Warrior was pushed back by this, but quickly went to make a counter attack. The warrior lifted his sword over his head, he then attacked by making a arc with his sword. Robin again chose to dodge this attack and didn't hold back on a counter. From here he connected his staff with Sokka’s hand, forcing the fighter to drop his sword. Another movement and Robin had sweeped Sokka’s feet from under him, causing the warrior to fall to his back. The hero had done all of this in two smooth movements and followed it up with a quick roll across the ground to pick up his opponents fallen weapon. Robin then got to his feet and used the sword to strike down to the right of his opponent’s head, pinning his shirt to the ground.

“Don’t move.” Robin commanded.The warrior from the Southern Water Tribe nodded his head as a shriek was heard from above. Robin looked up and saw the white creature,that Robin figured looked a lot like a Lemur upon further inspection,that followed the warrior earlier. As the creature dive bombed the Titan, he was smacked in the head by the young hero and fell quickly to the ground where he appeared to lay unconscious.

Down the street, Cyborg was beginning to stand from the attack that had started the conflict. As he pushed himself up, he saw Toph was making her way toward him on what appeared to be a pile of moving rubble.

“So, you like to throw stuff, do yah?” the Titan shouted. “ Well two can play that game.” The young hero moved to the side of the street, where he then pulled apart a piece of a lightpost, he then threw the spear of metal right towards the earthbender. Toph then jumped from her moving mound of earth onto solid ground. From her vibrations she could tell that Cyborg was no longer holding a heavy object he previously had, not sensing said object anywhere near she assumed that the object was thrown, probably at her. She then raised a slab of earth to act as a wall and protect her. Once she felt the collision of the object, she kicked the earth that had previously acted as her shield right at her opponent.

Cyborg challenged the attack and began to charge straight for the moving piece of stone. Not being caught off guard this time, the Titan was able to withstand the attack easily and continued his attack towards the young earthbender. Toph, seeing that the same tricks weren't going to work twice, slammed her foot down in order to make depressions exactly where her opponents feet were. This trick caught the young hero off guard and immediately stopped his momentum and prevented any further movement as it trapped his feet into the ground.

The Titan pulled his legs, getting no results from his efforts. Not wanting to waste anymore time, the young hero's arm transformed into a cannon and began to glow while emitting a whining sound. He then pointed the weapon towards his feet and blasted the restraints that kept him there. After freeing himself, Cyborg then aimed at his opponent and fired a blast at the ground at her feet.

The earthbender was already shocked at how easily her trap was broken. Since she couldn't see she had no idea that with the lights and sound also came a blast. This led to her becoming unconscious as it struck the ground beneath her, destroying what was at her feet.

Cyborg made his way to his fallen foe, standing above the earth bender. "Now, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, Booyeaaah!"

A little ways away, Starfire had finally caught up with Zuko, who suddenly turned to face his opponent. Zuko began the battle by moving his arms in a full circle before letting them rest in a upward position on his body, immediately flame shot from his arms, heading straight for Starfire.

The Titan simply flew a little to the left and dodged the plume of fire that was aimed for her. "Now that is not very nice" the Titan scolded.

The young fire bender answered by moving in almost a front flip then punching two fireballs into the air while he kicked a third one to follow, all three aimed at the Tamaranean princess.

Again, the young hero just flew out of reach for each of the attacks with only the third coming close to her as it flew past her head. "Please stop this, if we talk we can probably solve whatever problems have come to you."

"Why don't you come down and fight for real." The young prince was getting angry and wanted to at least land a hit on his opponent.

The Titian just smiled. "If I did that then we wouldn't have so much fun!" The Titan continued smiling, waiting for her opponent to reply.

“Guess I’ll just have to bring the fight to you.” With that Zuko darted to his left, going for a line of cars all along the side of the street. He first jumped onto the roof of the first small car and jumped for the large truck in front of it, just barely grasping the top of the vehicle. Once he was firmly on the roof, Zuko ran along the top of the tractor-trailer until he reached the end where he leapt onto the top of a light post which then he quickly pushed himself off of. Going through the air, Zuko started forming fire at his hands. When he was right in front of the young hero, he unleashed the full fury of his flame.

Zuko was beginning to fall when a gloved hand caught him by his shirt, preventing his descent. He looked up to see the young girl he had attacked, completely unschathed by the harsh flames he unleashed onto her. “Maybe now we can start to talk.” With that the young Titan just giggled and began to descend with her captive.

Back in the other direction, Katara turned to face her opponent, who, had just descended from the sky and had turned from a hawk into a ram. Katara pulled water from the hydrant Appa had broken earlier and with a smooth motion of her hands whipped her opponent knocking him to his side.

“Owwww.” Beast Boy said, rubbing his arm as he rose. He transformed into a bull and then began another charge towards the waterbender. This time, Kattra froze the ground beneath Beast Boy’s feet right before he was about to make contact and she jumped out of the way as his body came crashing past her. “Owwwwww” the young Titan said again, “fine no more holding back.” With that the young hero began to change shape again, growing to become a giant T- Rex.

The hero roared into the sky while in his new form and just began to notice the water creeping up the side of his body. Thrashing did nothing to push away the liquid, until it eventually was over his entire body. In one instant, all the water around the Titan froze and he was trapped inside the ice. Seeing her opponent was defeated Katara started moving her way back towards Aang.

Before Katara reached the Avatar, Raven was already there.

Appa was rising, beginning to roar and stand up again from the previous attack on him, all the time Aang cheering him on. Suddenly, the big beast was struck by a black bolt of magic and is thrown down again. Aang screams at the attack on his friend he just witnessed. He looks around and sees the source of the attack coming from a young girl in a dark purple hood, covering the majority of her face but still showing her eyes.

“Enough!” shouts the Avatar. With that Aang pushes himself with a blast of air, moving towards the direction of the young hero. Raven was beginning to retreat by flying backwards in the air, but she moved too late as Aang was rapidly approaching her and moved the girl back even farther with a huge blast of air.

After being thrown back several feet, the titian manages to righten herself in mid-air. “ Asarath metrion zinthos.” Raven shouted the incantation, with it, several rocks rose from the ground, all of them encompassed in a dark black aura, they then where all thrown with a movement of the Titans hand toward the Avatar, who had just landed.

Aang got into a sturdy stance by setting his legs apart, he then lifted his hands, temporarily stopping the rock. From there a struggle ensued between the two movers, with Aang showing signs of strain and Raven clenching her jaw. This went on for another ten seconds before Aang finally dropped his arms and immediately jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit by a boulder that continued to move right where he was standing.

Aang looked around and saw that most of his friends had already lost to their opponents. Aang then rose from where he was, anger clearly visible on his face. “I’m tired of you guys hurting my friends!” With that, Aang’s eyes began to glow along with the blue arrow tattoos that covered his body, all of them glowing in a bright blue light. Winds started moving very quickly, until they got so fast that the young boy began to lift off the ground. Along with that rings of water and earth also began to form around the airbender. Aang then lifted his arms from the side of his body and began to shoot hot flames from his hands. The fires grew until he then moved his hands together and shot the long strands of flame towards Raven.

The young Titan then enveloped herself in a black aura, that just so happens to be shaped like a Raven, and dives into the ground avoiding the flames. This same form appears a moment later right behind the Avatar where it turns back into Raven, only to be greeted by many large boulders and long whips of water attempting to hurt her. Raven then raises a black force field with protects her from the lashes of water and the rocks coming down like machine gun fire.

This went on for a moment before Raven herself shouted “Enough!” She again consumed her self in the black form of a Raven, only this time the form was much bigger, easily as tall as Aang had raised himself. She then started spreading the form, having the darkness crawl and cover everything thing on the street as it made its way toward Aang. The Avatar was throwing everything he had. Whipping long strands of water at the center of the form, raining down earth like machine gun fire and bullets, pushing back and trying to cut the aura with massive wind speeds, and trying to consume the nightmare with all the flame he could muster. Nothing affected the Titan’s advance.

Eventually, she reached the Avatar himself, and began to consume him into her darkness. The boy struggled, pulling his legs and arms, wrenching his head back, doing anything he could to not be lost in the darkness. The darkness finally closed all around the airbender and the glow of the Avatar state could be seen no more.

Raven then began to shrink and decrease the size of her aura, drawing the energy back into her. Once she was small enough, the Avatar was revealed unconscious on the ground, the glow of the Avatar state no longer there. Raven herself appeared a second later, drawing the darkness back inside her.

Raven was standing over the boy and looking down on him when Katara rushed over and bent down towards him. She lifted his head and placed it in her lap, looking very relieved once she realized he was only unconscious and not worse. Katara lifted her head as she heard another person approaching. The one who met her eyes was Robin with a look on his face that showed he meant nothing but business.

The leader of the Titans spoke, no sound of remorse in his voice with only grave seriousness. “Talk, now.” was all he said.

Reasoning Verdicts were decided here. The Titans have overall stronger people with Starfire, Raven, and Cyborg all being able to put out tons of damage while also being shown to take massive hits as well, leaving little room for most of team Avatar to hurt these guys. Aang's Avatar state was strong and even though the argument on whether Raven's abilities could take him down alone, it was pretty clear people thought the whole of the Titan's team could take him down. And since excluding Aang most of the Titans would have won their individual battles, they could work together to take down Aang if it came to that.

Original

Parts are split by comment character limit, each was written in one sitting, so I am sorry for errors. I will try to continue this story as I can in the same style, a full comment limit every time.

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Part 2

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Unknown World, Segmentum Solar The Planetary Defense Batteries had brought the Stormraven down three kilometers from the intended dropzone. Even manned by simple servitors, the gargantuan plasma cannons had been far too large to properly evade. One wing had been completely vaporized, and the detonation of the twin Bloodstrike missiles had shattered the armoured chassis, fragments of Ceramite and Steel accelerated to hypersonic speeds as they tore through the passengers. A pair of green lights glowed faintly within the remains of the small ship, the illuminated eyeslots of an Astartes battle-helmet. They moved slowly, scanning left and right across the ragged landscape. "Any PDF forces in Hab Culaxes, respond." His helmet's vox-link hissed with static, as his own distorted voice reverberated through his earpieces. There was no answer beyond the ever-repeating quarantine warning that had been the only communication from the planet these past three days. A gurgling hiss behind him was all the warning he needed. Leaping to the side with a speed that belied his armour's bulk, he drew his knife and drove it deep into the heart of the would-be ambusher. It appeared to be some form of mutated Geneatealer, smaller and lither, with weaker claws. It writhed in agony as its life blood drained away, the noxious liquid hissing and bubbling as it melted the ground where it fell. Leaving the corroded and twisted blade in the Xeno's chest, he drew his Bolter and began to march towards the target site, a Manufactorum located within the towering Hab-block. It would take him almost two full minutes to make the three kilometer journey, if he kept to a sustainable pace. As he drew near to the towering gates of the Hive-City, a gruesome spectacle assailed him. A platoon of thirty PDF conscripts, slaughtered to a man. Roughly half of the dead men's ribcages were twisted and shattered, gaping holes in their chests that seemed to come from inside. A faint cracking of ribs was all the warning the Astartes recieved. Whirling, he fired a bolt at a seemingly dead Guardsman just as a tiny Xenos parasite leapt from the newly gnawed passage in the man's torso. The explosive round obliterated the parasite in a shower of black blood and pink flesh. He retrieved the flamer from a dead soldier, and hurled it at the undamaged bodies, then squeezed the trigger on his boltgun, launching a .75 rocket directly into the Promethium tank. The resulting explosion coated the fallen soldiers in flame, both a funeral pyre for the honoured dead and a purging inferno for the Xenos desecrators. From behind, a piercing screech. He turned to take in the monstrosity, a full twelve feet tall, with wicked talons and razor fangs, and a massive, elongated head. The creature leapt for him, one claw drawn back to strike. He met the blow with an armoured fist, stopping the Xenos attack dead in its tracks. As he brought the muzzle of his Bolter towards the creature, it swung low with its tail, knocking his feet from under him. Rolling to the left to avoid the creature's incisors, he lashed out and crushed a talon with a precisely aimed kick. As the monster howled in pain, he punched directly through its throat, then locked his fingers around the creature's spine and tore the chain of vertebrae from the beast. It collapsed in a ragged mass in front of him. Remembering the acidic blood of the first Xeno, he used the stock of his bolter to crush the creature's skull with minimal bloodshed. Removing his helmet, he knelt down and scooped out a globule of cerebral tissue. Placing the brain matter gently inside his mouth, he began to chew the alien brain. As it rapidly dissolved in his acidic saliva, the beast's memories came flooding through him. It had been an Ogryn, part of the PDF Regiment guarding the manufactorum. There was a... hive, and a... Queen. Destroying those would prevent further growth. He had his objective. It was time to cleanse this world.The phrase "silent as the grave" could not have been more appropriate. The shredded bodies of hundreds of Xenos and Guardsmen littered the Manufactorum's entranceway. "This is Brother Calistarius of the Blood Angels. Any surviving PDF or Arbites forces, respond." A hiss of static filled his helm's vox-link and a faint and garbled voice filled his ears. "*...quistor Dayvan Fer of the Ord... apped in the central control chamb... reful of thier blood, it melts through soli..." the vox link cut out. The faint clatter of a Heavy-Stubber could be faintly heard. Despite his massive size, the Astartes made no discernible sound as he made his way towards the Manufactorum's main construction bay. He could hear the skittering of the monsters through the air ducts above the hall. No doubt they thought themselves silent. Had they been stalking a human, they would have been. He fired a single bolt at the ventilation shaft, shattering the strengthened titanium as if it had been made of wood. A stream of ebony blood cascaded from the gaping rent in the passageway. A second bolt, and another dark waterfall began to corrode through the floor below. The skittering ceased. No doubt others would arrive soon, but he would be long past by then. "Emperor's damnation!" he swore to himself. Tilting the boltgun to examine the magazine revealed that only three shots remained. A quicck search of his tac-belt revealed only a single Pistol magazine. This may not prove so easy after all. Ten minutes of walking later, he came across a burned out Chimera. The small tank apeared to have suffered only cosmetic damage. A moment of minor exertion was all it took to tear the MultiLaser from the turret and patch the cords into his Power Armour's generator. He estimated that he would only be able to make a half dozen shots before his armour's Machine Spirit rejected the addition and deactivated the weapon. Still, he reflected, heresy or not, it was better to be armed. He doubted the Xenos would appreciate his pragmatism. Thus armed, he continued down the dimly lit passageway towards the heart of the Manufactorum. Towards the Queen. Towards the salvation of a world.
The doors of the central construction chamber were four inches of solid plasteel. A single shot to the locking mechanism and a strike by his armoured fist were enough to send them careening inwards, twisted and battered. He stepped over the threshold, into the cavernous construction bay. The colossal body of a Warhound Battle Titan towered over the comparatively small Marine. Its massive plasma gun lay on the concrete beside it, chains loosely draped around it and attached to a titanic crane. The defenders must have abandoned this project in a hurry, if they left such a valuable warmachine so near to completion. It became immediately apperent why it had been abandoned. A dozen shadowy figures rose from behind a Leman Russ assembly line, and crawled warily forward. Calistarius drew a flare from his belt and hurled it at the approaching group. The faint red glow cast a devilish illumination on the approaching Xenos. "By The Emperor's light, your sins are shown!" A bolt of searing crimson light leapt from the muzzle of the MultiLaser, punching a four inch hole in the nearest beast and passing through to dissipate against the Titan Chassis' leg armour. "By his will, your blight shall be purged!" A second shot vaporized the head of another, sending gouts of corrosive blood spraying from the creature's neck. The spray coated the nearest three. Immune to their own venom, it still coated the unprotected eyes, blinding the beasts. "I am the instrument of his cleansing light!" Firing four shots in rapid succession, he discarded the MultiLaser and drew his Bolt Pistol. The three remaining Xenos leapt at him in a flurry of scything claws. He ducked under a blow and caught one by the tail. Swinging the beast like a club from his left hand as he fired his pistol from his right. Knocking one Xeno aside with his unwilling bludgeon, his bolt round punched straight through, exploding inside the creature. The acidic spray ate away at his armour's red paint, and burned a few minor holes in the armoured undersuit. The Xeno club, and the other battered creature lay broken on the concrete before him. The acidic blood had shorted out his helmet's HUD. He unsealed the bindings, and tore the useless helm from his head, letting it clatter to the floor. From behind the Titan, something stirred. A giant silhouette, just outside the flare's bright aura. It was at least twenty feet tall, lithe and thin. Such a beast would be a match for even a Dreadnought. "Your filth ends here, beast. You will corrupt this world no longer. As the gargantuan creature charged towards him, he emptied his Bolt Pistol. The twelve explosives sailed past the creature, not a single one hit. Were it possible for such a creature to smile, it would have. The puny thing before it had used its last weapon and done no damage. It let out a scream of triumph. "I wasn't aiming for you," Calistarius intoned softly, as the twelve hypersonic rounds impacted the Titan's fallen plasma gun and detonated its core. "The Emperor is my shield." As the expanding cloud of uncontrolled energy passed over him, Calistarius' lips curled into a smile. It was admirable to die in the Emperor's name.

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Raiden was tasked with infiltrating a secret base under the ruins of the parthanon. His goal is to seek out and destroy a biological weapon that is reported to have been held there.

He slips into the facility with relative ease, oddly enough there were only a few guards on standby. Raiden chose to take them down. It would make his return trip less of a hassle after all.

As he continues deeper into the complex, however, he quickly comes to the conclusion that all of the guards seem to have abandoned the structure. There are no signs of struggle. No bodies. No weapons left behind. Nothing. How very strange.

Finally Raiden reaches the final level of the facility. As soon as he steps off the lift, he knows something isn't right. Lights are flickering across the whole floor. The metal walls show massive scoring and sheering, as if something had sliced cleen through. The moment of analysis passes, however, and as he steps through to the end of the main hallway, it seems to open up into some sort of massive underground tomb.

In the center of room there was a sarcophagus, and sitting at the foot of it was a massive man, chains wrapped around his arms. His skin was an ashy white, and his muscles rippled with a latent rage. He was faced away from Raiden, and the cybernetic enhancements singled out the two blades that were slung across the man's back. They looked old... ancient even, and were made out of a material that Raiden didn't recognize.

All around the man were bodies. Tens... No... hundreds of bodies, or at least, what was left of them, strewn about the floor in what would be their final, irreverent grave. Unknown to Raiden, they had been cut down by none other than one who could be called god.

The room stank of the familiar pang of blood, and as raiden stepped into the old tomb, his feet slapped against the few inches of the stuff that had yet to soak into the earthen floor.

"So, I'll take it you're the BioWeapon then?" Raiden questioned, though it was pretty obvious. "Look, I'm sorry about whatever these people did to you... It... it looks pretty messed up to be honest. But I've got my orders, and I can't let you leave this place. The best I can offer you is an end to your suffering."

Laughter. Laughter?? This man before him was laughing. Perhaps he had lost his mind. That would be understandable to say the least.

"You... You think you can end MY suffering?" The man said, as he slowly lifted his hulking body up to it's full height. "You... A mere mortal, wish to end the suffering of the one who has slain the gods?!" He bellowed, turning finally to face Raiden. "You know not to whom you speak, fool. It is I who shall end your suffering! For I am KRATOS, THE SLAYER OF THE GODS." he finished, pulling the two blades from his back.

There was a moment. An odd moment. A silent moment where the two men gazed into eachother's eyes, and the warrior spirit collided with pure, unadulterated wrath.

And then it began.

Kratos lashed out with a flurry of strikes from his Blades of Chaos, and Raiden vaulted out of the way expertly. Kratos' attacks were fast, and if the carvings they left in the bedrock were any indication, powerful. But they weren't just that, they were calculated. These were not the attacks of someone blinded by rage. These were the strikes of someone who could channel their anger into a whirlwind of blows. The Blades were attached to the chains Raiden had seen wrapped around Kratos' arms, which allowed the god to strike at range. Oddly, the chains seemed to stretch and grow just as much as Kratos wanted them to.

The next flurry of strikes panged off of Raiden's sword, and raiden used this chance to close some distance. Raiden was unbeliveably fast thanks to his cybernetic enhancements, but not fast enough to be unseen by Kratos. Unable to keep pace with Raiden's footwork, Kratos worked to surround himself with a shield of flying blades. Raiden tested the defense, looking for any weakness or blindspot. He could try to get above Kratos, but he was vulnerable in the air.

Raiden backed off, and Kratos followed, keeping his guard up, which in-turn sliced and sheered the metal walls to shreds. Sparks exploded all around Kratos, lighting up the dim hallway with a hellish flair. Raiden lead Kratos to the floor above, which was home to a mostly empty storeroom. This would give Raiden room to work. He kept his distance, dodging the odd attack from Kratos every now and again, and continued to analyze the hulking man's attacks. There were patterns. Subtle, but still there.

After several long moments of this, Raiden finally decided on a plan of attack. He crouched, gathering energy into his legs, and exploded forwards, directly at Kratos. Raiden deflected the first blow with his sword, disrupting the flow of strikes, and braced for impact as he felt the next blade graze down the side of his back. Warning messages exploded into Raiden's optical enhancements, however he simply ignored them. Now within striking distance, Raiden let loose an impressive flurry of his own. Blood sprayed all around the two of them as Kratos was sliced, stabbed, and finally impaled through the chest. Kratos Roared in anger, pulling his blades to his body. Blood poured from the wound, and the energy from Raiden's blade crackled across the God's body, but Kratos had felt the wrath of Zeus himself. He was not about to submit to the strikes of a mortal. Kratos grabbed Raiden by the throat, his other hand grasping one of his blades. Pulling back, he impales Raiden with his blade of chaos, dropping the cyborg to the floor. Raiden howls in pain, but he pushes himself up onto his feet. Kratos reaches for the blade in his chest, but Raiden get's to it as well. In a final struggle, God and Cyborg fight with all the strength they have left. The Blade of Chaos Burns inside Raiden, compromizing most of his internal functions. Raiden's own sword has crippled Kratos to some degree. In one last ditch effort, Raiden drags his sword down through Kratos' body, cutting the God nearly in two.

Laughing... Again? Laughing?! Kratos was letting loose a howl of laughter as he fell back onto the floor. A fissure shook the complex, and split the ground beneth the two. "You have sent me to hades, Mortal. I commend you on that achievement. But where I go, you are sure to follow me." He said, and with his last bout of strength, Kratos pulled both Raiden and himself down into the firey depths of hades.

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Frank grimaces, tearing the tubes and needles from his skin and quickly donning his clothes, which had been in a property drawer near his bed.

Upon opening the door, he sees six zombies and immediately closes it. He knows from the smell what they must be, and he knows from their banging on the door that they saw him. He eyes the room and sees no windows or other escape route. He quickly returns to his bed, removing all bags, tubes, and other equipment from his IV pole. He ties the tubing between a heart rate monitor and the underside of the bed. He finds three syringes along with the handful of sharps he tore out of himself. He then approaches the door once more.

He opens the door and throws the IV pole clean through the first one's head. With a solid thunk, the pole penetrates drywall, pinning the motionless corpse to the opposite wall. Two more zombies crowd through the door, reaching for him, quickly followed by the others.

Frank immediately drops the left one by stabbing a syringe through it's eye and punching it clean into the brain. In the same motion, he swiftly elbows the righthand zombie into a small coathanger peg on the wall, which pierces through its temple. This zombie does not stop moving, but can't figure out how to free itself.

Frank backpedals to avoid the reaching hands of the next three as they scramble through the door. He carefully hops over the tubing tripwire, and jumps up to the ceiling. There, he grabs the sturdy metal of the privacy curtain's curtain rod and lifts his body up and over the other zombies. As they look up to follow his motion, they also trip over the tubing and fall in a heap. Frank hoists himself forward, landing between them and the door. He closes the door, which gives a loud CLACK as it closes. The sound echoes off the empty hospital walls as Frank surveys the hallways.

Knowing that he needs to find weapons first and foremost, he heads to a nearby supply closet. Finding it locked, he attempts to break it down, but the heavy hospital door doesn't budge, and he stops before making even more noise. He approaches a receptionist desk and slips on what's left of the receptionist. As he picks himself up, he sees a taser under the counter. He knows some hospitals arm their staff to protect against violent patients, if necessary. Unfortunately, they only ever stock nonlethal weapons. He glances at the bloodstained stationary on the counter as he stands. At least now he's narrowed his possible locations down to the Lenox Hill Hospital's mental ward. Good, he thinks. I should know my way around just fine. He takes the taser and clips it to his belt.

Upon standing, he realizes there are three security monitors still functioning. One shows the elevator, doors half open with the car stalled. Only about the top quarter of the car is visible, and several bloody arms are attempting to crawl through the gap. Of course it's not that easy, he thinks to himself.

The next monitor is fuzzy. Its picture is slanted, flickering between shaky black and white and brief flashes of still color. It's a hallway he vaguely remembers from one of his previous visits to the hospital. He sees an overturned janitorial cart and several bodies. None are moving, but when the monitor shows color, Frank can see that at least one is the body of a zombie. He knows he can't assume it's truly neutralized.

The final monitor shows the room he just left. He watches for a moment as the coat peg zombie finally frees itself and joins the others clawing at the door, albeit slightly clumsier than before. Frank muses for a moment on the thought of causing only slight brain damage to zombies before getting moving once more.

In addition to the sharps he stole from his room, he now has the taser and a laminated map of the floor he's on, which he "borrowed" from the receptionist desk. He heads towards the hallway on the middle monitor, hoping his memory is correct and there's a stairway at the end of it. As he leaves, he doesn't happen to look at the monitors, so he doesn't see that the middle monitor no longer shows any bodies on the floor.

He proceeds swiftly but cautiously. On the way, he finds more bodies, along with some broken glass and a fire extinguisher. He pauses long enough to tear some cloth from a dead nurse's scrubs, wrapping a large piece of glass in it so he can use it as a blade without cutting his hand. He holds the "knife" in his left hand, grasping the top of the extinguisher with his right. The extinguisher's gauge shows that it is almost empty.

Finally, Frank hears a faint crackling sound ahead and looks up towards it. There, high in the corner of the hallway is a badly damaged, tilted security camera, surrounded by heavily clawed and bloodied walls. He rounds the corner and sees the hallway, empty but for an overturned janitor's cart. A thrill goes down his spine.

Where are the bodies?!

pt 2

Frank turns as he hears shuffling coming from a darkened room. Staying as silent as possible, he slowly moves towards the end of the hall, where an unlit EXIT sign hangs from frayed wires. he cautiously approaches the janitorial cart and inspects it for anything useful. As he reaches out to take a long broom handle, the janitor's keys fall from a pocket in the upturned cart, crashing loudly to the ground. He freezes and listens, hearing the sounds of moans from all through the hospital, echoing louder even as the stench of rot grows stronger. Suddenly, seven undead hospital workers lurch around a corner and head swiftly towards him, arms reaching, teeth bared. Deciding that there's no more point in being subtle, he snaps the broom handle off and sprints to the end of the hall, kicking the door to the stairwell open. A large yellow 4 is painted on the bare cinder blocks within. He heads down, vaulting several stairs at a time to put distance between himself and the hoard. He finally makes it to the bottom of the stairwell and slams against the door to the ground floor. It's locked.

He tries again, hearing the zombies getting closer. Nothing. And there's no time to pick the lock. He growls to himself as he turns to fight his way back up the stairwell. He looks up, eyes vicious, as the first of the zombies appear on the balcony above him. The moment he sees the first of them, he tosses the broom handle towards the top of the stairs. Then Frank's muscles bulge as he throws the fire extinguisher with all his might. The first corpse's head explodes into a spray of gore on impact, showering the stairwell in blood. Before the body even hits the ground, Frank's up the first flight of stairs. He crouches and grabs the extinguisher from the ground, spinning and swinging it hard as he stands up to knock the next enemy's jaw flying, the sharp SNAP of her spine echoing loudly over the moans. He follows up on the next target by smashing the bottom of the weapon forward, crushing another skull against the wall. More zombies tumble down the stairs towards him, their reaching arms ripping the extinguisher from his grasp. Frank reaches up and catches the broom handle he just tossed, and shatters it against the skull of one zombie before stuffing the splintered remains through the neck and spine of the final target.

Frank pauses for a moment and eyes the carnage around him. He spits on the remains and climbs the stairs to the second floor door, which is unlocked. Upon entering, he sees "Maternity Ward" written in bright letters on the wall.

The story is just a bit too long for the text box, so I will post it below in the comments.

Up here, however, I'll explain the story a little bit. This was the first long-form post I ever made on /r/whowouldwin, and I'm fairly proud of it. I spent a hours thinking about how a hypothetical war between Panem and NCR would go (I'm a huge fan of both The Hunger Games and Fallout, you see, and the idea intrigued me). I was happily surprised by the attention it received, so I thought I might share it with more people.

I've edited the story a little for grammar and spelling, but it is mostly the same as when I wrote it. Enjoy.

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Master Chief, Aela, Krillen, Captain America, Liu Kang, and General Grievous all stick around in the center arena. The rest of the contestants: Predator, Aragorn, Zelda, Batman, Hagrid, and Thane back away from the center chaos.

Master Chief engages first since he has the claws from the start, while Captain America tries to make his way towards the armory. General Grievous also moves towards the armory, if he can get to the swords in the armory he knows he can beat nearly any jedi with a few swords. Master Chief attacks Liu Kang and Cap, and kills Liu kang with a forceful predator claw to the chest. Cap engages the venom and at triple stats outmaneuvers and beats Master Chief. Cap probably makes it out bloodied. Grievous will crawl his way around into the armory and Krillen catches up to him. The jet pack lets him fly right into melee range of Grievous. Grievous ignites Halo sword at the right moment gutting Krillen. Captain will have made his way to the armory although he won't make it since Aela stabs him through with the weapon she picked up while invisible. Aela then runs off into the jungle leaving Grievous the last one standing in the center of the ring and 4 cannon shots sound off in the distance.

Batman, Aragorn, and Predator are most well suited for the area and will peel off in separate directions to set up traps and bases. Aragorn takes the easy target stumbling into the treelines and burns Hagrid while moving into the forest as well. Injured and stumbling Hagrid hears a strange clicking noise. A predator leaps from a tree and stabs him in the eye with a makeshift spear. Hagrid collapses in a loud thud and the predator teleports out a distance to gain cover again (4 more uses). Sheik sneaks through the jungle and Thane similarly begins to sneak around although looking for targets himself.

Thane is resting against a tree trying to get his bearing and notices a fog rolling in. Feeling like he can take advantage of the cover he keeps close until it rolls onto his flesh and he feels the incredible burning sensation. His scream resonates and the Predator's head perks up, he climbs to the treeline to try and find the source. Another scream and the Predator teleports to the location, but doesn't find anyone. Thane, while chewing on some Sensu bean, grabs him from behind and tries to choke the Predator. They stumble too close to the fog and it burns them both. Feeling like he is losing too much the Predator teleports himself, and unintentionally Thane, to the beach side. They both land gasping for air and clutching their wounds until they hear a cough followed by a laugh. Grievous stabs both in the chest.

Night has come and Aragorn begins to test out his new eye. He notices Sheik and begins to circle around her. Sheik waits in complete silence in order to be able to act on the slightest noise. She can't see what Aragorn can though as he notices something gliding too smoothly through bushes. Aela begins to change into a werewolf while coming out of the invisibility right on top of Sheik. Aela lands on the floor with no victim below her and is confused until she feels the burning sensation of a laser in her back. Sheik falls back while throwing daggers. Aragorn dodges behind a tree for a moment and turns back around the corner to see a werewolf which tears open his throat and then runs off into the forest.

Batman realized they were standing on a clock face immediately but couldn't tell the significance until he heard screaming from the fog that went away after an hour. Planning a trap Batman crept out onto the shore just visible enough to draw attention. Grievous rushes forward throwing a spear and wielding 3 swords. Batman evaded the spear and then rode the broom back towards the forest, but just enough to keep out of Grievous reach. Grievous crashes through the trees with ease, slashing his way. The noise attracts Aela and Zelda who realize there aren't many people left. Both dash towards the sound while Grievous has chased Batman into the forest until he trips on a wire followed by a large tree falling down on him. Grievous is down and looks around, Batman isn't there, he pushes himself up until he sees a woman in front of him. Zelda fires a few energy blasts into Grievous and tries to hit and run. She finds herself face to face with a werewolf that appeared out of nowhere. A clawed hand swings at Zelda but misses it's mark. The effect of the ring has sapped Aela's strength and she can't react fast enough to avoid a blast from Zelda. Batman circles the three of them on the broom entrapping them all until the sound of crashing waves echoes. Batman smirks knowing a disaster is coming. He flies straight up while the others look at the oncoming water in terror. Zelda acts quickly, and aims her chain shot at Batman's broom. Aela is helplessly washed away along with Grievous. Batman and Zelda fall slowly to the ground since the Broom cannot handle the leverage of the chain. They crash back into the waves but luckily the water is dissipating now. Batman, Grievous, and Zelda are all washed up on shore. Grievous is shaking the water and sticks from his body. Zelda is wiped out on the ground from the ordeal and Batman stands up to face Grievous. He attacks Grievous while evading the slashing swords and breaking one of Grievous's arms. He sees the heart inside and recognizes the main weakness in the robotic body, but he cannot deliver a killing blow. The hesitation is enough for one of Grievous' arms to swing around and stab Batman in the side. Grievous laughs and another swing drops Batman to the ground fatally wounded. Grievous stands tall to savor the moment of victory when an energy blast shoots straight through his heart. Zelda don't take no shit from no one. She stands up ragged, beaten, and exhausted but as Batman and Grievous last moments fade away she stands victorious.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP5CD4znx9g[1]

Grif was awakened from his 3:13 nap by the oh too familiar sound of Sarge screaming at him

"Wake up you lousy excuse for a soldier! We are under attack by storm troopers!" Sarge shouted from across the room.

"Actually sir, these appear to be Clone Troopers. Notice how long their rifles are." Simmons corrected their CO over the radio.

"Oh jesus christ Simmons, please stop reminding us why you have never gotten laid." Grif groaned as he stood up. He went to see what his two teammates were yelling about, and so that is how he found himself outside his base surrounded by a bunch of assholes in white armor.

"Oh come on!"

Wash peered down the sights of his trusty battle rifle and popped another one of white enemies in the head. That made 11 enemies he had seen and killed so far.

It all started early in the morning, when Wash was doing one of his routine perimeter checks. He had just finished a sweep of area and was planning on heading back to base, when he saw some movement in one of the caves. He quickly headed over to check it out, and ran right into a squad of armor clad enemies.

The enemies were taken aback by his sudden appearance for a second, which Wash fully exploited. Wash fired three quick shots, each finding their target. He then darted out of the cave and threw two frags in behind him. He then felt a jolt of pain in his leg, as his suit registered plasma damage. Wash turned around and saw the last two enemies pursuing him.

Wash turned to fire his BR, when it was suddenly shot from his hands. He cursed aloud, ducked behind the closest rock and drew his knife. He caught his breath as he heard the crunch of enemy footsteps against the dry, barren ground. He tried to think of a way out of this mess. When he realized he was out of options, he decided to go with the most direct, and in his opinion the stupidest, option he had. He leaped over the rock and landed behind both enemies. He dashed towards them, quickly slashing ones spinal cord and then tackling the other and stabbing him in the heart.

As Wash retrieved his battle rifle, he also came upon one of the weapons the white-clad foes had used. It reminded him of the carbines the Sangheili used. So with this information stored away, he called base to inform them that the canyon was under attack. Unfortunately, Caboose picked up and thought Wash having a heart attack, so there was no way to forewarn his comrades except deliver the news in person. So he started to make his way back to the base.

Simmons was working at his security terminal, trying to figure out why the hell clone troopers were attacking a fucking box canyon, when he heard Grif's yell. He switched his monitor to the various camera view until he found himself staring at Grif surrounded by a bunch of clones. He called up Sarge and informed him of the situation.

"Sir! Grif is in trouble! He is surrounded by the clone troopers!" Simmons nervously yelled over his com.

"So we already have a casualty? Can't say I am surprised. War has its sacrifices. I am just glad it was Grif." Sarge happily responded.

"But sir, he is still alive. We can still save him." Simmons explained to his CO.

"It would be wrong of us to rob Private Grif of his cowardly death in battle. It's what he would have wanted." Sarge said finality.

"WOULD YOU STOP ASSHOLES STOP BICKERING AND SAVE MY ASS ALREADY!" Grif yelled from his position as the clones leveled their guns at him

"Oh fine. Simmons, initiate Operation: BLUNDERBUSS." Sarge said as he grabbed his shotgun and ran to the door.

Simmons watched in fear as the trooper perpared to fire at their prisoner. Just as they were about to execute poor Grif, they were suddenly distracted by sound so terrible Simmons physically cringed.

"Yoo hoo! Soldier boys! Oh my god I just love your armor, where did you get it! You know what they say, white is the new light-red!" The clones turned to look at Simmons' bright pink and overly flamboyant teammate, Donut. In their moment of confusion, the clones turned their backs on the base, which quickly proved to be a mistake. Sarge and Lopez both stormed out the base firing their respective weapons. By the time the clones registered what had happened, it was already too late.

"You have to be fucking kidding me! That was your plan?" Grif yelled as he approached his teammates.

"No. The plan was for me to shoot you in the face with my shotgun, thereby earning the loyalty of our enemies in the process. Hehe." Sarge chuckled at the thought, and soon Grif and him were in another shouting match. Simmons watched all the proceedings in the control room, sighing and slumping in his chair at his team's latest antics. "No one has it as bad as me." Simmons said tiredly.

Meanwhile, Church was trying how, as a ghost, to kill himself. His latest idea was to somehow launch himself into the nearest star, for surely that could not be as painful as this.

"Church! Church! Not-Church has had a heart attack!" Caboose burst into the main room, which was currently already filled with yelling from two different arguments. Tucker was arguing with Doc about how he did not in fact need a fucking prostate exam, and Andy was in the midst of smack-talk showdown with Sister. Yeah, it was that kind of day.

Church attempted to tune it all out, but he simply couldn't. He was about to explode, but then Agent Washington limped into the main room looking like hell.

"We have a situation on our hands."

"The enemy appears to be equipped with armor similar to an ODST's, and their weapons seem to a human attempt at a plasma-based weapon. If I was to guess, I would say this is some new Spec Ops division, probably using some old Freelancer tech." Wash addressed the Blue Team in their briefing room.

"I was able to capture some images of the enemy using my helmet." Wash said as he brought the images up on the viewing screen. Everyone in the room suddenly had a confused look on their face, and no one said a word until Tucker spoke up.

"Ugh dip-shit, those are fucking clone troopers." Tucker said to the former Freelancer like he was mentally impaired.

"You've encountered these enemies before? Where? When?" Wash said as quick as he could.

"Dude, haven't you ever seen Star Wars?" Tucker said, baffled.

"Oh you have got to be fucking joking."

After receiving a twenty minute lecture on how he has missed one of the most important cultural masterpieces of the past millennia, Wash began to organize a counter attack.

After using Andy to seal off the Eastern Cave system, Wash radioed the Reds and informed him of the plan. Lopez and Grif would provide calvary support with the Puma, while Simmons stayed in his watch tower and provide intel to Wash.

Wash then sent Tex and Caboose into the caves to flush the troopers out of cover. Waiting for them would be the first line of Sarge and Tucker with their close quarters weapons, with Sheila and Donut behind them providing artillery and grenades. Sister's job was to not die.

Meanwhile, Wash piloted a Hornet, with Church as a passenger. They were able to get close enough to the Assault Carrier that Church was able to posses the pilot and crash it. Meanwhile, Wash continued to provide orders and air support from his Hornet. The Clone Troopers didn't stand a chance.

So quick little Author's Note, I am hoping to fix up this piece a bit, especially the third act where the actual fighting occurs. Criticism is very welcome.

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M. Bison is very powerful in the lore and animated series often taking on multiple of the Street Fighter roster at once and beating some of them very very badly. He rivals Akuma in terms of power, and is better than anyone at saying yes repeatedly. He isn't abnormally fast but his endurance is insane. He has taken hits from other street fighters without suffering any harm thanks to his psycho power.
Yusuke is on another level physically with the use of his different energy abilities he has overcome every opponent he has come across even coming close to sacrificing his own life. His two greatest strengths are his speed and his spirit gun attack.

When it comes to the fight M. Bison will chuckle at the small form in front of him and try to bend Yusuke's mind beneath his will. Yusuke, dumb as he may be, was taught to be ready for anything and specifically trained by his master to be ready for mental or non-physical attacks. He needed it....because he got beat real bad by it...again not so bright. After a quick shake off of Bison's power Yusuke will charge in with his classic bravado and throw a huge punch at Bison's face. Master Bison's, inexplicably larger than it was originally, hand will catch the punch and he will laugh while mercilessly tearing Yusuke's arm back. This boy seems like he would be a perfect vessel for Bison's psycho power and so Bison is filled with killing intent.
Yusuke is shocked at his punch being blocked, but like really stop leading with that as your attack man.... ahem Realizing it's time to get serious he chops Bison's arm and breaks his own hand free. He dodges Bisons next attack and seemingly disappears from sight. SPIRIT GUN! The shout comes from above and Bison looks up to see his opponent midair, and unable to move. With a cocky smile he roars Psycho Crusher and flies straight at Yusuke. The spirit gun builds rapidly and quickly outgrows Bison's large stature, he begins to think he might have made a mistake on this....he doesn't have any more time to think about it as the wave of spirit energy disintegrates his body. Yusuke smiles triumphantly as he looks down at his work and then get's clocked from behind. Botan stands over him, bat in hand, "You were supposed to meet Kuwabara and I an hour ago! We have another case!" she grumbles to herself and looks down at her monitor which shows a symbol glowing red...

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The Terminator would begin by searching for the Queen. The Queen would likely incubate and transform before the Terminator found it. The first eggs would be layed, let's say in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, and a facehugger would hatch.

The facehugger attacks a nearby bum. The bum returns "home" and passes out. He awakens in the late evening, screaming in pain as the new Xenomorph bursts from his stomach. The Xenomorph that arises finds itself in a train station. The same train station where the Terminator knows the first attacks were reported. The Terminator is searching that same train station and hears the screams. It sees the Xenomorph and fires, but the target is too small, and too fast, and it escapes into the train yard. The sun sets as the Terminator searches. Well into the night, the Terminator steps into a freight car full of old tires. As it scans the car, one of the "tires" behind it moves. The Xenomorph's camouflage prevented it from being seen, but as soon as it moves, the Terminator's sensors picked it up and he turns, firing at point-blank range into the extending second mouth, demolishing the Xenomorph's head.

Acidic blood splatters the train car, the tires, and the Terminator's gun, but only a small amount hits the Terminator, and only melts a few holes in his human skin. The Terminator discovers that his weapon is destroyed, and discards it. Diagnostic readouts indicate that no harm has been done to the Terminator's body, and it resumes it's search for the Queen and the nest.

Meanwhile, back at the warehouses, two security guards leave their posts to investigate movement on some of their cameras, leaving their colleague behind to call the police if needed. They drive a golf cart to the problem area, and they sweep the ground with their flashlights. One spots movement and they stop. Hollering out a warning, they draw their weapons and move in. They hear rustling behind a stack of nearby boxes and each flank the stack to prevent their quarry from escaping. As they both round the corner, a facehugger jumps and grabs one guard. His partner fires wildly and screams for backup into his radio before he, too, is attacked.

Their colleague, back in the security office calls the police, but by the time they arrive, nothing is left in the security office but a large pool of blood. The two responding officers call for backup and wait at the front gate of the warehouse complex, listening to the radio through their cruiser's open windows.

Elsewhere, the Terminator follows the trail of the train yard Xenomorph back to the body of the bum, and from there, tracks the trail back to the warehouses near the train tracks. It peels back the fence and enters the storage yard, finding the Queen quickly. The Terminator scans the building before entering. Scanners show that five of 200 eggs have hatched, and the Queen is resting. Excluding the one killed in the train yard, that leaves four more potential Xenomorphs. The Terminator is unarmed, and chooses not to enter the building yet. It scans the area and finds an overturned forklift, several pieces of a golf cart, blood, two flashlights, and a taser.

Ripping the propane tank from the forklift, the Terminator returns to the building housing the eggs. It breaks off the nozzle to the propane and hurls it toward the Queen. She easily avoids the projectile, but the Terminator wan't aiming for her. As the tank lands, the Terminator fires the taser at an electrical panel behind her. The taser sparks, igniting the leaking propane. The flame speeds back to the tank, which explodes and destroys half the warehouse. The rest collapses on the Queen and her remaining eggs. The ruins of the building are quickly engulfed in flames.

The Terminator is badly burned, but not damaged. It has lost almost all human skin. It exists the burning wreckage and begins to scan for the remaining Xenomorphs. A giant claw bursts from the flames and grabs the Terminator. The Queen isn't dead! She rises, screaming, from the flames, and attacks.

The police stationed at the front gate report an explosion to dispatch, and are instructed to investigate, as backup is only two blocks away. They get in their car and drive towards the fire. As they approach, the driver says, "Hey, why you makin that noise? Cut it out." His partner responds, "I'm not doing anything."

The Terminator grapples with the Queen as the car approaches. Suddenly, the car speeds up, swerving wildly, and crashes into a nearby dumpster. As the Terminator scans, it sees a facehugger attached to the driver. The passenger is fatally injured from the crash. The Terminator breaks the Queen's arm and manages to get free. It runs to the accident, tears the door off the passenger side of the car, pulls the dying passenger out, and relieves him of his 9mm. Taking fast aim, the Terminator blows a hole through the facehugger and the driver's head. He then removes the driver's 9mm and the 12-gauge shotgun from the car. As the Queen recovers and charges forward, the Terminator turns, catches the Queen's extending mouth in it's left hand, and turns the Queen's head to the side, before repeatedly punching the Queen's throat with one of the 9mms, emptying the magazine. As the Queen dies, the Terminator tears the head from the body and throws it into the fire.

To be certain the driver, a facehugger victim, won't be hatching another Xenomorph, the Terminator reaches under the car, and ruptures the gas tank. It then returns to the burning warehouse, where it grabs a flaming wooden pallet, and hurls it at the car, which explodes in flames. The Terminator then returns to the scene of the original attack on the security guards.

Two squad cars pull up at the front gate. They lower their speed and creep to the location of the fire. Seeing the wreckage of their partner's vehicle, they stop the cars and three younger officers quickly run over to help, leaving a veteran behind, yelling for them to be careful. Suddenly, two fully grown Xenomorphs jump down from the rooftops and ambush the young officers. The men die in seconds. In shock, the veteran officer fumbles for his weapon as the two Xenomorphs close in. Before he can unholster his gun, a third Xenomorph appears from the shadows behind him.

As the third Xenomorph vanishes with the officer, the other two Xenomorphs silently creep towards the destroyed building that housed the Queen. The Terminator attacks from behind a stack of boxes and impales one Xenomorph with a blade torn from the forklift, then fires repeatedly into several vital organs. It screams and thrashes violently before dying. The other Xenomorph screeches, startled, and swiftly retreats. The Terminator prepares to fire at it when the third Xenomorph returns, pouncing on the Terminator from the side, knocking its weapons away. The terminator grapples with the Xenomorph, grabbing for the shotgun just inches out of reach. The corpse of the impaled Xenomorph quickly drops to the floor as the blade is dissolved by the blood. The body strikes the shotgun, moving it closer to the Terminator. Just in time, the Terminator grabs it, turns, and fires right into the Xenomorph's abdomen. Firing again and again, the Xenomorph is soon blown in half.

Now covered in acidic blood from the waist down, the Terminator's sensors are informing of critical failures. It tries to stand, but fails, as the acid eats through and corrodes its metallic components. Seeing that the enemy is wounded, the previously cowardly Xenomorph re-approaches. The Terminator's sensors light up with warnings, and the crippled machine scans for a weapon. Finding one of the dropped police-issue 9mm handguns mere yards away, it begins to crawl towards the gun. Realizing what the Terminator is doing, the Xenomorph lunges, it's tail stabbing downward into the Terminator's torso. Now pinned, badly damaged, and unarmed, the Terminator's readouts flicker. The Xenomorph reaches back and strikes the Terminator's head, again and again, until it finally knocks it to the side as half of the Terminator's neck breaks. The light in the Terminator's eye dims. The Xenomorph lowers its head, hissing, as the Terminator's light flickers out.

The Xenomorph eventually realizes that its foe is no longer a threat, and isn't food, so it searches the wreckage of the Queen's lair before it wanders off. It retires to a second warehouse with a few eggs that survived the fire. Secured in the warehouse is the veteran police officer.

The Terminator lays broken and seemingly deactivated. Until a small glow of red returns to one eye.

> RESTART

As the veteran police officer awakens, stuck to the wall of an empty warehouse, he sees three eggs in front of him. One opens.

The Terminator, severely damaged, manages to restart and begins a diagnostic. Finding extensive damage to its neck, minor damage to its torso, and both legs fully severed, with most of its "femurs" dissolved by the Xenomorph's acid, it gathers the remaining pieces of its legs and crawls the remaining few yards to the 9mm. Gathering it as well, the Terminator scans the area and finds two intact squad cars, a few other police-issue weapons, the broken golf cart, and the old slightly damaged forklift. It scans itself once more, and begins to repair the damage it can.

The body of the veteran police officer remains stuck to the wall, already gutted by a new Xenomorph. It, as well as the last Xenomorph to survive the battle with the Terminator, have two eggs left. One is slightly larger than the other. A potential new Queen. Leaving the elder to guard the eggs, the new Xenomorph heads off as the sun rises, searching for hosts to use when the two remaining eggs hatch.

Hours later, the Terminator finishes what repairs it can do. It removed its left arm, and managed to mostly reattach both legs. Fortunately, the "knees" were undamaged, and the Terminator only required structural support and simple hydraulics, to link the severed limbs with its "hips". The materials for this repair were salvaged from the forklift. Using pieces from the other vehicles in the area, as well as some leftover pieces from its left hand, it built a simpler arm that can operate a weapon, and attached it to its left side. As for its damaged neck, the damage could not be repaired, but the Terminator did manage to straighten and somewhat reattach its head. The damage to the Terminator's torso was mild and inconsequential. Now equipped with two 12-gauge shotguns and four 9mm handguns, the Terminator's offense has increased, but its speed, agility, and durability have dropped dramatically. It calculates, and determines that the best course of action is to utilize stealth and surprise, avoiding a direct fight.

Back in the egg warehouse, the older Xenomorph rests near the ceiling, keeping a watchful eye over the last eggs. It turns to the main door, baring its teeth as something approaches.

The Terminator creeps along the side of the warehouse. It approaches a large entryway and prepares to round the corner. As it enters the warehouse... it finds nothing. Scanning the abandoned building, it continues to search the next.

The younger Xenomorph enters the egg warehouse with a freshly captured human. The elder Xenomorph drops from the ceiling to assist its fellow in securing the host to the wall near the corpse of the old officer. Just in time, as the new Queen is about to hatch.

Suddenly the Terminator's sensors begin to pick up a trail. Following them, it finds the heat signature of a struggling human on the opposite side of a wall. It remains still and gathers data, forming a plan.

The Xenomorphs watch as their facehugger queen latches onto the female human, her muffled cries quieted by the infecting alien hatchling. As the facehugger completes its purpose, the two watching Xenomorphs hiss in satisfaction. Then they look up in confusion as they hear a sound... getting louder very quickly...

The Terminator crashes into the building in one of the squad cars, killing the Queen's host immediately. The two Xenomorphs scream in anger and begin attacking the car with full force. Their claws and tails slice through the vehicle like can openers through tin foil, and the terminator fires 9mm rounds through windows, the roof, and the doors. Finally, one Xenomorph tears the rear driver-side door from the vehicle and manages to pull the Terminator out. As the Xenomorphs begin to rip the already-damaged Terminator apart, it levels its shotgun and fires, missing the younger Xenomorph. It fires again, this time missing the elder. It fires one more time, and this time the Xenomorphs realize too late that it was never aiming for them. The final shotgun blast splinters a support beam, adding to the structural damage caused by the car crash, and the building begins to collapse. The Xenomorphs begin to sprint away, but the Terminator grabs their tails and holds them in place. They scream as the building falls, steel I-beams dropping like javelins.

Later, the town's police force, news vans, and several helicopters swarm the shipping yards, from the storage facility to the train yard. They shovel through rubble and search for survivors, trying to determine what happened. A team finds a dead woman, and calls for their superiors. As they arrive, something moves in the wreckage. "Get back, that pile is going to collapse!" someone yells. From the rubble, a form rises. A smooth, black head with bared teeth. The onlookers scream in terror... as the Terminator digs itself out of the debris, holding the corpse of a Xenomorph. As the onlookers stare in awe, the Terminator, little more than a terribly damaged robotic torso, head, and arms, scans the area.

>SCANNING...
>ALL OBJECTIVES TERMINATED
>MISSION COMPLETE
>NEW OBJECTIVE...
>RETURN

Before the dumbfounded humans can react, the Terminator and its ghastly trophy are encased in a sphere of time-travel energy and vanish.

Terminator Wins.