Magician VS Actor
Magic VS Science
Abra VS Hollywood
Only one can stay standing after this apocalyptic clash.
You decide who.
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Night time came and Hollywood buckled down, his white hoodie and golden blow guns shining in the street lights. He made his way to the park, seems like that's where Abra always fights. Hollywood popped a dart into each gun and slowly moved through the park. He wore black ski mask, and over a black goalie mask, the small holes made identifying him difficult and also still allowed him to use his blow guns that fit easily into the holes. He looked around for Abra then saw the man sitting on a bench, sipping from a Starbucks cup. He crept forward and licked his lips, if he got close enough he could end this before it even begun. Twenty feet, his max range put him under the cover of bushes and he pulled out one of his blowguns. He took a sharp intake and shot his sleeping dart, it torpedoed in the air, making its way, swiftly and silently to Abra's neck. Suddenly a card spun out and took the dart, only inches away from Abra's skin. The card fell and Abra called out, "Come out, no point in hiding, that squatting must be hurting you." Hollywood stood up guilty and walked up to Abra, who gestured him to sit down. Hollywood took a seat as far away from Abra as he could and the two sat there in silence. Abra took a sip then began talking, "I don't look at you badly for trying to do a sneak attack. That was a very smart move, would've of worked against most I must say." He continued drinking, Hollywood opened his mouth, unsure if that was a compliment he was supposed to accept. His jaws closed as Abra continued. "Sorry, but I'm currently drinking a fabulous coffee. Mix of milk chocolate mocha and caramel Frappuccino, with a swirl of whipped cream and French vanilla sprinkles on top. Truly excellent, would you like some?" Hollywood blinked then dumbly nodded, it did sound good. Abra disappeared then came back, another one in his hand. There was a straw in it and he handed it over and sat down.
Hollywood took a sip and licked his lips, it was really sweet, but it gave him a nice warm feeling in his stomach, "So," he drank, "You're Abra the genocide magician?"
"Guilty as charged, why do I not look the part?" Hollywood shook his head, Abra smiled, "Well that's good, who would want to watch a magic show put on by a psychopathic sociopath?" He laughed and shook his cup, listening to the shallow sloshing. He drained it and looked at Hollywood, "You done?" Danny drained his cup, his straw slurping as it drained the remnants of the sweet drink, and gave it to Abra. He teleported and dumped the cups, he waved his hand, "Well follow me boy. Time to get this battle started." He made his way to an open park and turned, he bowed and teleported further, well beyond twenty feet and began chucking cards. Hollywood blocked them with his blowguns and began running towards Abra. He put his other loaded dart gun to his mouth and drew closer, finally he fired. A card flew up and blocked it, and Abra teleported in front of Hollywood. He kicked him back and manifested a card sword. He pointed it at the fallen fighter, "That's it?" He reached his hand out and helped Hollywood up, "Come on you can do better than that."
Hollywood tightened his grip on Abra's hand and with his other he stabbed down with a dart. Abra flicked the dart away with his sword and smacked Hollywood's hand. "See you're getting better." He smashed the pummel of his sword into Hollywood's hockey mask then backed off. He drew back his mask and summoned his clowns. "Now Hollywood, let's see if you can improve any. I'll pit you against my minions, and if you beat them all, you can fight me again. Because right now, it's just too easy to kill you. And we shared a nice coffee time together so it'd make me very sad to kill you so quickly." Abra smiled, "good luck." The four clowns dashed forward. Hollywood quickly loaded his two guns and fired, he caught Tum Tum in the stomach and he got Isaac on the cheek. The two fell and tripped Stefan and Estaban, Hollywood rushed forward and to stab the other two. It was a foolish move, Stefan did a low sweep with his scimitar and Estaban flipped over Tum Tum, his armored shoe swinging down onto Hollywood’s head. Hollywood jumped back and hurried to load his darts, but the two clowns didn’t give him the chance. They recovered quickly and rushed at Hollywood, who had to abandon reloading to get ready for a close range fight. He went for Stefan first, the intense close range making the wide and long scimitar a disadvantage. He aimed for the face and stomach with his dull weapons being that he was always against killing. He was at a disadvantage and he knew it, he turned to intercept Estaban’s attack and was put in a half nelson by Stefan. Hollywood fumbled for his darts that hung around his chest and he stabbed Stefan in the arm, but Stefan’s grip tightened and Hollywood couldn’t block the slug to the stomach. Finally the toxin kicked in and Stefan’s grip relaxed and Hollywood slipped through, blocking the punch with a crossguard. The two fighters danced as they clashed, sparks flew as the metal weapons clashed. Hollywood could see the gold paint being scraped off as the two extremely close combat fighters tried to batter each other to the ground. Finally Hollywood saw his chance, Estaban went for a haymaker and Hollywood ducked, going in for a low sweep that knocked Estaban down. Hollywood pulled out a dart and stabbed Estaban. The clown fidgeted before he laid still, snoring.
Abra laughed and the four snoring clowns dissipated into dust and were sucked back into his portal. Abra summoned the strong man, Sebastian, next, and the body builder placed his great sword in front of himself, creating a shield. Sebastian charged forward, his sword propped flat in front of him and digging a furrow into the ground, and Hollywood dive rolled to the side. Sebastian switched to a swing and the blade caught Hollywood in the foot. The sharp blade slit through the shoe and slashed into the foot. The tip avoided the plantar arteries but the wound was severe as it had cut through the vein that flowed to the toes and the vein in between the middle and index toe. Hollywood hit the ground and rolled, screaming at the pain. His foot was basically cut in half, but he stood up with deep pants. He had to win. He ripped a sleeve off his hoodie and bound his foot together, but he still couldn’t put any pressure on his foot. The white fabric soon turned red with blood and Hollywood turned to face Sebastian who charged at him once again. Hollywood loaded both of his blowguns and fired, one pinged off, but the other got Sebastian in the shoulder. The big man stumbled and fell, sliding on his blade. He dissipated into dust and flowed back into Abra’s mask.
Abra brought out his Xerxes and Artemis, then changing his mind, he reabsorbed the two and he brought out Funkfreed. "I'm skipping to the last round kid, hope you survive it." The armored elephant charged forward and Hollywood dove to the side, he fired a few darts but they just pinged off Funkfreed's hard hide.
"How am I supposed to take down an elephant with darts?" he questioned Abra.
He shrugged, "You should've thought of that when you chose those weapons."
Hollywood got up and prepared to dodge again, mumbling to himself, "Who in a million years would ever prepare to fight an elephant in a WRHG?" He dove to the side again but this time Funkfreed whipped his trunk out and grabbed Hollywood midair. He raised him up and began tightening, the armor ripped through Hollywood's clothes and he screamed in pain as they dug into his skin. Hollywood couldn’t focus, the metal was cold but hot against his flesh. He could feel his field of vision blur, this was it, he was going to die. He gasped as the trunk tightened more, he could feel his ribs strain against the pressure, but the pain seem to lessen has he numbed. Maybe this won’t be that bad, I mean, what do I have to live for anyway? I can just slip away. Hollywood thought as he began closing his eyes when a memory flashed before his eyes. It was Leo and Sparky, waiting for him. He couldn’t die, they needed him.
Funkfreed got prepared to end it, ready to smash him into the ground and Hollywood suddenly realized the elephant's weak spot, the nose! He grabbed a handful of darts that were by his neck and began stuffing them down Funkfreed's nostrils. The elephant collapsed onto his knees, and his trunk loosened, allowing Hollywood to roll out. Abra waved his hand and Funkfreed dissipated. Hollywood laid gasping on the ground, the armor had torn his sides into ribbons. Thankfully the metal hadn’t dug in enough to be life threatening, but it had cut into his oblique and the bleeding was pretty severe.
He clapped his hand, "Very impressive, see look, practice makes perfect." He cracked his knuckles, "You ready to fight the boss now?"
Hollywood shook his head and waved his hand, "No stop, I quit." He chuckled, "I've practiced enough. I'm done for today. I can’t even stand." His blood began seeping out of his makeshift hoodie bandage and wetting the floor underneath him. Abra passed a long rope of ribbons to him. “Thanks.” He grunted and wrapped himself up. Abra offered him a hand to help him up, but drew back when Hollywood tried to stab it again. Abra decided to leave him on the
floor and sat down near him.
"You know you owe me for that drink right?"
"What? You mean it wasn't on you?"
"Why would it be? I don't even know you."
Hollywood looked at Abra and simply gave his hand, “I’m Hollywood.”
Abra took it and shook, "Abra, the genocide magician, and alright I’ll, ow!" He looked at the pin prick on his hand, a blood pearl building up, "What the?"
"Practice makes perfect." Hollywood chuckled. Abra laughed and he stood up, "Uhhh Abra? Are you mad at me? You know I'm injured right? It's immoral to, Aaah!" Abra began kicking and stomping on Hollywood, laughing the whole time. He beat Hollywood into unconsciousness before he succumb to the toxin and fell asleep.[/spoiler]
Crank
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“I just said I set you up with a fight,” A far cry from the excitement he had when I walked in, my clan leader couldn’t even join me in the kitchen, “...And that it was scheduled to be in an hour.”
“No, I said exactly what the hell you just said.” Slamming the white plastic door, my sentance found much needed emphasis before I uncapped a bottle of water. “Word for freakin’ word.”
“I said-”
“To my face.”
The following five seconds dragged on about as merrily as a corpse on a dirt road. Glare glued to the doorway leading between the kitchen and living room, I didn’t even give F a chance to sneak in as his feet meekly shuffled towards me. Head bowed like his neck was in a guillotine, his weak gaze drifted up to me, his executioner. And believe me, I wanted to be, or at least kick his ass out of my house for screwing me over like this. Or at least kick his ass.
“I said great news… you’re going to fight Abra the Genocide M-”
“Genocide, F. Genocide!” Now officially shouting as my neighbors probably filed noise complaints, my sorry excuse for a leader flinched, “Do you even know what that means! What the hell were you thinking?”
“Th-”
“Don’t answer that!” I wanted to charge him like a bull when he staggered back at my volume, “You like to think you do, but you have no regard for life around you! I’ve been intentionally laying low since I started, and your impulsive ass just set me up to die!”
“But you fought Nina!”
“Under a false set of circumstances! I’ve read every file I could get my hands on since I cheated death from that undead bitch! You want to know who I was specifically trying to avoid?”
Now about twenty feet away from me, he had to project his guess, fighting it against a scared stutter. “W-was it Wyv N-nagasoul?” Oh my eye twitched right there. That dragon, demon or whatever was the initial guilt he laid on me to join the freaking clan, that F apparently didn’t even fight in. Neither of us met the guy. Ever. Or saw him. Ever. All we know about him is that he killed a guy in a tryout. Which happens a lot. But the thing was, F knew the guy. But the thing was, F knew the guy for an hour. I was not having it today.
“No! Abra the freaking Genocide Magician! The guy with a triple digit body count that can summon a possy of serial killers!”
“But if you beat him it’d be so good for the clan!”
“To hell with the clan!” F gasped like a child. I was maybe five seconds from putting a hole in the wall when I finally decided I needed to calm down. Ripping my eyes from him, I paced the kitchen, forcing deep breaths.
Between his shock at something all things considered not that surprising, and my lack of having anything to say to that man, no words were spoken for the next several minutes. Hell, I couldn’t even hear him breathe, just looking down at his folded hands, shaking a little. Only thing I remember hearing was when I finally took a sip of my water, swallowing it down hard.
“If… if you don’t go soon, you’re going to be late.”
“I’m not going.”
“But-”
“I’m not. Going.”
“Then… they’ll send someone after you.”
“They don’t know me. They haven’t seen me without my mask, and I haven’t left them a shred of anything with my name on it.”
“But then-” F’s eyes suddenly widened. They tend to do that when things suddenly become his problem. Scoffing, I crossed my arms, awaiting ex