Choose your destiny! Flawless victory! [Inevitable Tournament Arc]

[meat_mooks]

No sooner did the Obs Deck descend to Arena Planet LXIII, and the crew allowed to disembark, than they were met by a veritable cloud swarm of cameras. Sleek, elegant things that might have been living, might have been machines, maybe were even magical... but were definitely nuisances as the swooped around to capture video of the crew at all conceivable angles, close up and far away. Their every move from this point on would be on camera.

In front of a small crowd of retainers stood what appeared to be a great circular orb whose only distinguishing features were a nose, and what appeared to be the most overblown mustache ever, which actually appeared to be supporting that two-foot-diameter orb at shoulder height to a tall man. Then the orb took a couple of steps forward,revealing that no, those were actually just really, really hairy legs. A seam cracked open on the creature, and in a voice loud enough to echo across the broad open plains without any need for amplification, it bellowed, "AND NOW! STRAIGHT FROM THE TRANSMIGRATION NINE VESSEL! OUR NEWEST COMPETITORS! FRESH TO THE STAGE OF BATTLE, BUT NO STRANGERS TO WAR--"

It went on like this for some time.

Under cover of this introduction, a small man that to all appearances seemed to be the love child of Richard Nixon and a particularly aggressive Furby stepped forward, and in a bored businesslike tone recited, "Welcome to the tournament. There will be one battle per day. The arena in which you battle will be determined by random draw. Our medical crew will perform all healing necessary and ensure no deaths so feel free to not hold back. Please refrain from accepting any bribes or favors from on-planet spectators--"

"--ARE YOU READY?!" the orb bellowed even louder than before, completely swamping the smaller man's recitation. "THEN STEP THIS WAY!"

And so saying, the orb and its procession began a clearly well-choreographed procession towards a large, medieval-looking fortress that hung dramatically just on the edge of clear vision. (Conveniently, this procession passed several large advertisements.)

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[meat_mooks]

Hard. Very hard. Her opponent's body had far greater strength, and far more mass, than a normal human ought to. Luckily, with his hand devoted to the whip arm, he could summon no other weapons to punish her with.

Still, she'd had worse.

Her opponent, clearly believing he'd dealt with this girl out of hand, didn't follow up the blow as the punch sent her hurtling out of his grip and back towards the tunnel.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Well fuck, he was a stronger opponent than she thought. This was her last coherent thought as she flew into the darkness, her face smarting but already adjusting to the hit and was coming up with a new plan.

It was nothing big, but with the barrier jacket, it would be enhanced, just as she practiced. As she flew through the air, she whispered, Volatio! Levitatio! Scipio volent!"

It was just her regular staff this time, but it would give her enough air time that her next attack, with her holstered guns shooting at her opponent, would seem to be coming from the sky.

It wouldn't be dead on aim, of course, since she still couldn't see too well.

[meat_mooks]

The bullets in the darkness hit, not with a satisfying sound of flesh parting and blood spattering, but with dull thuds and ricochets as if they'd smashed into something heavy.

A moment later, the ground directly beneath her burst open as a massive spike of that same dirty-black biomass burst upwards from it.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Aw Chris, really? It was a good thing she had cast this spell and that the barrier jacket enhanced it or she would be so screwed right now. But everything happened for a reason, and at the very least, this guy was not going to be a pushover, not in the least.

Time to up the ante.

The kryptonite gun, the one she used the day she rescued Kick Ass from the warehouse, was just what she needed to get an idea of what she was looking at. The guns created enough noise and the lights flickered just enough for her to get to her away enough to pull out Zetta's gun.

She didn't think she HAD to use it, but clearly this guy wasn't going down easy, and let loose with a big boom. Thank goodness the jacket was in her gun mode, making it even easier to do without flying off the spear.

[meat_mooks]

The projectile from the Netherworld weapon lit up the cavern when it hit, just enough to show the remains of a massive shield of biomass disintegrating under its blow. Mercer flinched backwards just as the light faded, leaving them both to ponder their next option in the dark.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Hit Girl floated back down, not even taking a moment to sit. She was going to have to be quick: this fighting in the dark might eventually mean she wouldn't see him attack, and she definitely didn't want to give him the chance. She would have be quick, quiet and devastating.

So it was time to use one of the spells rein had told her about, one she had practiced before coming here, just barely getting it right. It wouldn't be as powerful as, say, someone who knew it REALLY well, but as Hit Girl knew the Negi spell similar to it, the dynamics she could follow easily enough.

"Crossfire shoot!" She concentrated her energy into the attack, launching three magic orbs at Mercer. It was similar to Negi's magic arrows, but stronger at least, and would both hurt and slow him down.

[meat_mooks]

The orbs streaked out to impact him -- and revealed that he was no longer just an ordinary guy in ordinary clothing. That same dirty-black biomass now covered his entire body, solid armor against her attacks. The orbs hammered into him, forcing him to slow his onrushing pace, but only for a moment; he had momentum on his side, and mass.

On the end of each hand, massive jagged claws stretched out over a foot, poised to carve Hit Girl apart as soon as he got in range. Even slowed by his armor, he was still blazing-quick.

[hit_girl_mindy]

So he was holding back. Fucking perfect. Well far from perfect, but at least now he had taken off the kid gloves: he was ready to duke it out with her, and was going to rip her apart once he got close. All that meant to her was that she didn't want him to get close. If he was that strong that bullets couldn't stop him, that Zetta's gun was only going to stun him, she was going to have to go the magic route.

The Pactio was out. The fight was happening too quick for her to use it, and anyway, her barrier jacket was her best defense. Luckily, she didn't need magic to use the attack she learned from Negi.

" Undecim spiritus Tonitrus. Coèuntes, sagittent inimicum meam! Sagitta Magica, Series/Convergentia Tonitrus!

Thunderbolt arrows. That was a new one, but only because she never tried it on a person before. It was Ruffnut that made her attempt it at all, and surprisingly, they wound up being pretty good.

Would they be good enough?

[meat_mooks]

They were certainly a good choice. His armor had no real resistance to electricity; the arrows discharged their full effect into him without any interference. He skidded as he went to a knee from the shock, his forward momentum interrupted.

But that was partially a feint. Where his claws touched the ground, a subtle shifting proved the only warning before another massive spike burst out of the ground directly beneath her once more, biomass forced through the terrain beneath them to catch her off-guard.

[hit_girl_mindy]

She got him! For about a minute.

"Oh balls fuck, seriously!?" She blurted out, apparently feeling less inclined to continue her Latin and irritated this guy was the fucking boss from a video game! He had to be!

She had no time to waste though, and floated up again, gritting her teeth. Damn but this was taking a lot of energy. But if the lightning hurt him, she better follow up on it.

Hit Girl fumbled for Zetta's gun again, and this time aimed straight and true, seeing if this would shatter the impressive armor.

[meat_mooks]

She should be so lucky. He was actually the protagonist, which made it much worse. The gun's blast hammered into Mercer's armor, not shattering it -- in fact, the armor was him now, his biomass shifted into this new form -- but shredding off layers of tissue. That had hurt.

The claws at the end of her opponent's hands melted into thick knobs of flesh so massive even the superhuman figure seemed to have trouble standing straight against the weight on his shoulders. Abruptly, he heaved them back, then flung himself forward, the twin masses launching him through the air like a weighted dart towards her.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Hit Girl grunted. Fuck, this was going to be a bitch. She could only sort of see what was happening, but there was no mistaking the change in the air, the ripple of energy that let her know that her opponent had gotten much, much stronger, and that if she didn't continue hammering into him she was going to run out of energy and he would pick her off easily.

Not today.

She'd have to conserve her energy though. She went back at him again and launched three grenades at him. It wouldn't be enough to stop, but it might hurt him AND it would give her some light for a few seconds.

[meat_mooks]

Grenades were... actually a very good choice of weapon, as it turned out. The triple detonation shredded massive amounts of biomass from his body, and his flight to her fell short as he hammered into the ground.

His fists shifted again, returning to the whipfist as he lashed at her with the bladed tentacle.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Explosions looked like they were doing the trick. Granted, they still took a lot to do by magic, but at least she had a few on her still, so long as she used them at just the right time.

With the whip fist, she decided to go at him long ranged, using the ray gun she recently bought with Lash on their last shore leave to shatter though his offense.

[meat_mooks]

He reconstructed the shield just in time for the ray to shatter it again, staggering him backwards. For the moment, she had the advantage of momentum and initiative, though if she couldn't find a way to press it....

[hit_girl_mindy]

Oh, a novice would have continued with long ranged, but Hit Girl HAD been working herself toward getting in a good clear shot. This was going to take a hell of a lot of energy, but she had been training with Morgan and Zetta and Ruffnut. She wasn't about to hold back.

With a yell her staff found his way into his chest, pretty sure he wouldn't die. He wasn't supposed to, right? That was the rules.

[meat_mooks]

One problem: He had no internal organs. No vulnerabilities. No weak spots. No object or function within him that, when destroyed, would cease to render him a thread.

One thing saved her from taking a claw or blade through the chest as he reached up for her -- he had to shift his hand away from the whipfist to do it. Which he was doing even now, the tendril retracting and the claws extending.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Oh seriously?! What the fuck?! It was like this guy was designed to piss her off! She was damned lucky he hadn't gotten his hand to claw her up, which she wasn't going to give him the opportunity to do. She hit the ground quick and rolled, but she wasn't done yet. He was still trying to recover to build a shield.

So as she rolled away, one grenade was flung at his face and two on the floor next to him. No way she was going to miss that window of opportunity.

[meat_mooks]

By the time the flash and the shrapnel cleared, silence had fallen again. Total silence.

It lasted all of five seconds before the cavern erupted in fireworks and a victory fanfare.

[hit_girl_mindy]

And of course the sound at first put Hit Girl on defensive. Was this his final attack?!

But no, that would be stupid. It looked as if she...actually won.

Shit, that had been tough. Her limbs were aching, her eyes hurt from seeing in the dark, and she was sporting a pretty mean looking black eye and bruise on her cheek. Nonetheless, she managed a smile.

[meat_mooks]

As swiftly as they had been brought there, they vanished -- reappearing in a small, narrow room, each of them on a narrow bed. Her foes was sort of a collapsed jellyish blob rather than a human figure, but clearly he was still alive by some definiton.

An old man, hideously blackened and burned, leaned heavily on a staff as he faced her. "Choose your spoils," he said.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Hit Girl wanted to collapse and recline on the bed, but now was the time to conduct this with dignity. She had, after all, the ability to choose a strength or something, right?

"Those hand things are clumsy and wouldn't look good on me," she mused, "so I'm gonna go with opening up the floor and attacking stuff. That'll be useful in the next fight."

She would have kept the shield, but she had the barrier jacket and the force field spell. Hit Girl would make do with those.

[meat_mooks]

"Very well," the old man said brusquely. One hand still clutching his staff, he reached into the gelatinous form, rummaging around as if searching for something.

"A virus," he muttered. "You must pick a hand, then. It will be a carrier for the virus. I will contain it to that hand. I have that power."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Yay, gross.

"I'll go with the claws then," she said, although she didn't look super enthused about having a virus in her. They could get that out later, right?

[meat_mooks]

"It is all a virus," the old man snapped irritably. "That is what he is. One virus colony, that absorbs and reshapes biomass. If you wish to claim a power of his, you must take that virus into yourself. I will seal it so it does not spread further into you, but the part it takes will become like him."