A Gods Game

Part 7 C

Neither Matalo or Threr had yet to make a move against each other. Seconds ticked by and then suddenly, Threr threw a metal sheet with each hand. Matalo jumped in a spinning arc in order to pass between them and the sheets flew past him, cutting through solid rock behind him. And in that time Threr crossed the distance between them, shoulder tackling Matalo into a rock face. The impact stunned Matalo, opening him up to a barrage of steel punches from Threr. The metal man finished his barrage by reeling back and giving one huge right hook, breaking Matalo through the rock.

Matalo lay unmoving for a moment before slowly getting up. He was anything if not resilient. The big metal man was a lot faster than his size suggested. Seeing as he'd gotten up, Threr charged at him again, but Matalo grabbed a rock, melting it in his hand until it coated it. Then Matalo sucker punched Threr with a huge, magma coated fist.

Threr was completely caught off guard, the uppercut launching him back in an arch, the melted rock burning his metal chin. He landed hard on his back. Matalo then took the chance to jump back, and gained some distance between them by getting out of sight by hiding amongst the snowy rock.

Part 7 E

Threr had lost sight of Matalo, and was looking for him. Their battle didn't have a time limit, but every second his opponent was out of sight meant that he had time to make a plan against him.

Despite his body heat, Matalo somehow didn't leave any tracks in the snow. Threr, however, did leave tracks, big tracks at that. As he passed one of the rocky ridges, a hail of rocks suddenly fell on him. And while they just bounced harmlessly off of his metal body, there were enough rocks to throw Threr off balance.

Matalo came swinging around, planting both feet into Thrers sternum. The impact throwing him completely off of his feet. He melted a rock in each hand, coating his fists, then he jumped onto the metal man, unleashing a barrage of lava coated punches. He didn't let up, the heat melting the snow around them.

Threr managed to get his arm up and blasted Matalo with a metal shield, knocking him away from him. Threr was top heavy, so it was a bit of a struggle to get back to his feet. Matalo knew this, so he took the time to place his hands on the ground, beginning to melt the rocky floor above the tile.

Matalo kept melting until he had a sizable pool of melted rock, then he moved his hands above it, making the pool come to life in a way. The lava flowed upward like a small, vertical river, and Matalo pulled back his hands, holding one above the other. The lava river flowed in between his hands where it began to spool into a ball that floated there.

By the time Threr managed to his feet, Matalo was ready for him. He had worked on this move with Vashari in preparation of this tournament, and he hoped it would work against this opponent. Matalo felt he owed his friend for saving his people, so losing here was something he deeply didn't want to do. But who knew why Threr was here? Everyone had their reasons for doing everything, even if it wasn't immediately clear. But Matalo pushed those thoughts back.

Matalo unleashed the lava in blast that overtook the metal man. The power and force blasted him backward, smashing him through four rocky mounds and turning the snow into a veil of mist. Then everything went quiet. 

OOC: Who are these guys, the Karzin’ Borg?

IC: Tuhi’s eyes widened in awe and fright. “I’d hate to have to fight her...”

OOC: The Borg are your worst nightmares. They are biological humanoid beings who enhanced themselves by becoming cyborgs. After doing so, they went on a galactic quest to assimilate all lifeforms considered worthwhile, and eliminate those that were deemed too imperfect, to create the perfect form of life. Their ships are equipped with only one form of weaponry: a cutting laser that can open a hole in an enemy ship so they can board. Their drones carry only one weapon: wires that can plug into you and inject you with nanobots to make you a loyal Borg drone from the inside out. They have no need for the phasers other races in Star Trek use; each Borg unit is equipped with its own energy shield that adapts to the weapon being fired at it. You might be able to knock out a few, but by then the Borg will have shared the data gathered on the ammunition across the hive mind, and the Borg shields will block anything you throw at them. The only weapon I have seen work every time is a melee attack, but the only people crazy enough and strong enough to fight the Borg that way are the Klingons. I don’t know if bullets work, come to think of it... 🤔

OOC: So like the Tyranids, but with metal and less EXTREEEEEEEEME?

IC: Tuhi waves to Matalo.

OOC: Oh, I'm excited for this one. In this chapter I really wanted to show just how bad Hanahs psychosis can get, and I hope it came out as well as I think. Just a warning, it might be disturbing to some people, which is what I intended. But I don't often write disturbing stuff, thats why I hope it turned out right. Please comment, I really want other characters reactions to this one.

Part 8

After taking two loses in a row, Torok needed a win. So he sent forward someone he knew wouldn't lose. Torok sent Hanah diagonally. She was the best assassin and infiltrator that he ever had. She was quick thinking and resourceful, and he knew she wouldn't lose, at least not so soon.

Hanah skipped to the next tile without a care in the world. The ring glowed as her would be opponent joined her. She could see her across the tile. She was a tall, lavender skinned thing in black clothes.

That's when Akaline appeared above them. ”And we are set for Match Number Five, as two assassins meet! The Whip Master, Grorratt, vs the Princess of Lightning, Hanah Nuva! Ready!”

The tile begun to shift as it changed to the selected arena. Floating platforms begun to rise, the two of them were lifted up on five by five foot squares above the tile. Dozens of these platforms formed and floated up, each a different height off of the tile.

”Fight!”

Grorratt smirked as she flexed her arms before stretching them out. From both her sleeves slid out two long, black, cord-like things that stretched out down to the platform. She swung her arms and the two cords cracked in the air before striking the platforms, taking out chunks of them. They were whips, just as Akaline had called her ”Whip Master”.

”Hey, no fair!” Hanah cried out. ”You're not supposed to use weapons!”

”Not weapons.” Grorratt said as she turned one wrist around, and pulled up her sleeve with her other hand. The whip was coming out of a slit in her arm. ”It is a natural part of my body. Not against the rules.”

”That is true!” Akaline announced. ”Those whips are apart of her natural physiology, and does not violate the rules!”

”Well then.” Hanah said bitterly. ”Good for you.” Hanah ran and flipped over the gap between their platforms. Her moves quick as lightning, she crossed the distance and spun, her foot crashing into Grorratts head.

Caught off guard, Grorratt was kicked off of the platform and landed on one below it. She managed to land with a roll, and she stood, wiping what looked like blood from her lip. ”Quick.”

”Duh, ” Hanah said matter-of-factly. ”Lightning Princess.”

Grorratt threw her arms up, whipping the platform that Hanah was on, where it shattered like glass. Hanah jumped with a flip and fell past Grorratts platform, waving her hand at her as she dropped. Grorratt quickly looked over the side for her opponent, but she appeared to have disappeared.

In actuality, Hanah was upside down, stuck to the bottom of the platform that Grorratt stood on. She was using electrical impulses to create an adhesive effect in her fingers and toes to stick to the underside of the stone platform.

”Hmmm, what to do? What to do? So many choices.” Hanah said to herself. She crawled to the edge of the platform before silently flipping onto the other side. Grorratt didn't hear a thing as Hanah stepped up behind her. ”Whatcha lookin at?” She said over her shoulder.

Startled, Grorratt spun around, whipping her whips. Hanah easily dropped under them and then she swept the legs out from under Grorratt. As she fell, Hanah struck her in the abdomen with both hands shooting her off of the platform, and away from it. She landed a lot harder this time on a platform that was farther away.

Grorratt groaned as she gripped her side, but she managed to rise. She looked to see Hanah across the way, still on the a same platform. The Toa Nuva raised her hand, pointing at Grorratt with two fingers spread open in a V. From her forked fingers Hanah shot a small bolt of lightning at Grorratt who managed to get her arms up to block it. The bolt hit her, shocking her and knocking her off of her feet.

”Ma Ma Ma Ma, I can feel it! Ten Ten Ten Ten, soon you'll see it!” Hanah sung as she skipped and jumped to Grorratts platform. She leaned down close to Grorratt. ”Is that all you got?” She asked with a smile that could melt hearts.

But suddenly one of Grorratts whips snapped around Hanah's neck, who grabbed at it in reflex. ”Not at all.” As she rose, Grorratts other whip snapped around Hanahs wrists. Then she pulled. With all her might, Grorratt swung Hanah off of her feet, throwing her into one of the floating platforms.

Hanahs teeth vibrated with the impact, but it wasn't so bad. But then Grorratt turned, throwing her into another platform. With each swing she gained momentum, becoming easier and easier to swing her opponent into the floating stone platforms.

Two dozen platforms later, Grorratt swung Hanah around and around over her head until she threw her downward. The whips released, sending Hanah crashing into the tile down below. Hanahs mostly metal body made a big impact, making a ten-foot crater.

”How do like that?” Grorratt said rhetorically, mostly to herself. ”Princess?”

”Ow,” Hanah said as she lay in a crumpled mess at the center of the crater. ”Well then.” She unfolded herself, rising to her feet. ”I was having fun, but now I'm blinded,” As she finished rising, thunderclouds begun gathering above the entire stadium.
 ”With this unyielding rage!!” Her voice was as loud as thunder, no longer the playful, arrogant tone she normally had. Her voice carried out so loud that everyone in the stands and on the field could here it.

”Uh-oh,” Vashari said from three Tiles away.

The thunderclouds picked up with their namesake, as lightning begun to rain down above the tile. Grorratt jumped away from the sudden downpour of electricity. Hanah rose off of the ground in the center of the lightning rain, her eyes angry and glowing blue.

Then her mouth smiled. ”You should run.”

”Blast it Hanah, control yourself!” Antroz said from his tile.

”She wouldn't, you know?” Rolvik asked Takua, who knew her better than he did.

”No,” Takua said unconfidently. ”No.” He said again a little more confident. ”Maybe?” He said unsurely. Then finally he added with defeat. ”I have no idea.”

Grorratt took her advice and started running as Hanah begun laughing loudly, maniacally, deranged, unhinged, and demonically all at the same time. Each laugh was like a tiny thunderclap.

Hanah had been working on a new move that her loving husband had been teaching her, and she didn't care who she used it on. She held up her hands, aiming at Grorratt with her fingers as she ran away from her. Unfortunately, you can't outrun lightning.

”Get her!” It then came forth from the mass of storm clouds. A massive head made of purple energy. It was the draconic shape of a giant Konoryū. It roared, shaking the entire stadium as Hanah continued laughing. Then it shot forth faster than any bullet toward the purple alien.

And then, it missed.

The Konoryū missed Grorratt by mere inches, she could feel the heat as it burned her skin as it passed. She skidded to a halt as it flew passed her. It hit the tile a ways away, and the second it touched something it detonated.

The energy dragon exploded in a massive dome of power, shining so bright it looked like a star and temporarily blinded anyone who looked directly at it. Grorratt was lucky enough to have the instinct to cover her eyes.

Rolvik, however, was not. ”Oww! That's bright!”

Antroz let out a sigh of relief. ”At least she's not completely insane.”

Vashari stood without saying anything, but he to was relieved.

At least half the tile was completely destroyed, and some of the one behind it was too despite the barrier keeping them contained inside the one.

Grorratt then heard laughing and looked up just in time to see Hanah above her, but her reflexes weren't quick enough to avoid the vicious axe kick that Hanah brought down on her. Her heel hit the alien in the back of the head so hard that she flipped around, her face slamming into the platform she stood on.

Hanah stood, then grabbed Grorratt by the weird ”hair” thing that many organic beings had. She panted at her through broken teeth, half her face covered in sunburn from the dragon passing so close to her. ”Still conscious huh? Well let's fix that.” Hanah then begun punching her with her other hand. Her strikes were vicious and deliberate, each one designed to cause the maximum amount of pain.

Hanah continued striking Grorratt again and again, soon devolving in nothing but sadistic laughter. She kept hitting her again and again until it became uncomfortable to watch. Then it became downright disturbing, as her metallic fist crashed into her with audible thuds that sounded like meat being tenderized. She didn't even notice the aliens blood as it splashed her face and Mask, but her tongue stuck out and licked some of it off of her lips.

”Hanah! Enough!” Vashari yelled with a voice filled with command and authority.

Hanah couldn't hear him, but somehow she could feel his will overpowering and calming her. Her smile dropped first. Then her eyes stopped glowing. She looked at the long defeated Grorratt, not with an once of remorse, but with impasse.

Hanah dropped Grorratt onto the platform. Akaline then came over to announce the end of the match, but he obviously didn't need to. ”And the winner of the Fifth Match is the Lightning Princess, Hanah!”

Torok showed emotion for the first time as a smile crept across his face. He could feel the fear building in those who had just watched Hanahs barbaric assault. ”That's my girl.” Was all he said as Grorratt was teleported to Telovins stand.

Hanah picked up one of Grorratts teeth and clutched it in her hand. ”Pfft, weakling. Give me a challenge next time, God of Weaklings.” Only Hanah would openly mock a God without a hint of self-preservation.

Telovin, meanwhile, gritted his teeth in anger.

”Heh, let’s keep our momentum up.” Torok said as he selected Vashari.

IC: Pheore's attention silently diverts to Petram. She hadn't cared too much about the figths, to be honest. These weren't warriors, they were arrogant performs, throwing around glitter and boasts. Bara Magna would have eaten them alive. But something related to New Atero was worth her time.