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Dozer Vs. Rogue.
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What kind of rip-off is this junk?
He was thinking to himself when the group arrived at the ruins. It was a dark tan clay house with strange symbols on it. That’s when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was hand. He turned around just in time to meet it with force. He looked at the guy. He was tan, with messy blondish brown hair and greenish brown eyes. And he didn’t seem to show a trace of the exhaustion that inflicted the group. For a second, Dozer thought about calling for help, but had fallen behind even before he turned around to confront the guy. Besides that, if this guy were what Derrick thought he was, no one would be able to stand up to him. Instead, he just replied.
“You’re a gladiator aren’t you?”
“That’s right Derrick. I’m Jace Blake, but you can call me Rogue. I’m sure you must know why I’m here then?”
“To challenge me? Wait. How do you know my real name?”
“I can read your soul like an open book Dozer. Anyways, you are correct. I was looking at myself in the Gladiator’s database when several comments said that I couldn’t beat you. One thing led to another and it started a bet that I’m here to settle. Shall we start?”
Derrick hesitated. He dreaded to take unnecessary risks and this guy looked tough. Other than that, he knew his name and there was no telling what else he knew. He mustered up the courage and was about to reply when he heard a voice.
“Just get on with it already!”
Both Dozer and Rogue turned around to see the entire tourist group looking at them. Though neither gladiator could make out who spoke up. Some were filming, some were just watching, and in the front was the old tour guide with his tan hat and backpack full of water and cue cards. Derrick knew because he saw the man open his backpack and pull out one to read earlier when he thought that no one was looking. It only took one glance for Dozer to realize that it just wasn’t fair to leave the tourists with nothing but the garbage the guide called a tour. Especially after the high price they paid. Besides, He knew he could use the practice.
As long as they’re at a safe distance, I can do it.
“I accept your challenge! May the best man win!”
And with that, they were at each other. Dozer, as tired in the dry, unrelenting heat as he already was, charged two green charges and lunged forward. Both strikes however, failed to connect with their target. His opponent sidestepped and punched him back with a force that he did not know. He involuntarily clutched his stomach and briefly pondered what it was.
That energy. What is it? He said he could read souls. Can he also control his own?
He didn’t have the luxury to stop and figure it out. Jace hit him with a kick fueled by the same energy. It stung just as bad, but he quickly recovered in time to escape another blow and this time, he struck back. He landed a now blue charge in his opponent’s gut and followed up with a kick that knocked his opponent back. He then swung another blue charge at his opponent’s jaw, but a shield came up to absorb the blow. In spite of his, the sheer force still caused him to stagger backwards. Dozer sent a blow to his Opponent’s leg, but he dodged. A few more failed attempts to hit Rogue were followed by a few punches to the chest and a powered up uppercut from him. Derrick staggered backwards frustrated by the oncoming assault.
This isn’t going to work. I’ve got to try something else.
When his opponent was about to follow through with a punch, Dozer responded to his realization by kicking up sand and temporarily blinding him. Jace coughed and wiped his eyes. He wouldn’t be vulnerable for long, but that was all Derrick needed. He hit him on the side of the head then started charging his staff. Then, he ducked under a punch of retaliation and hit him under his extended arm with a green charge. His opponent recoiled. After that, he tried to fire a blue charge into his adversary’s chest, but Rogue used his soul to power a jump and dodge it. After that, everything started to go in slow motion for Dozer. He tried his hardest to adjust and block the impending attack, but he knew he would not be able to stop it. So all he could do was look up knowing that this was going to hurt. As things started to speed up again, he braced himself for the unavoidable pain. His opponent hit him square on the forehead with enough his force to create a shockwave and kick up the nearby dust. He collapsed to the ground coughing. He heard a cracking noise and felt something other than sweat trickle down his head. He didn’t want to know what it what it was, but he knew all too well. Everything was hazy. He saw his opponent pause to take a quick breath, but his still was unable to get up before his adversary was on top of him. Rogue started to form something and as blurry as it looked to him, Dozer could make out that it was a sword. A million thoughts swam through his mind, but the main one was out of frustration.
Oh come on! Everyone I’ve fought so far has the ability to summon a sword. Why? Is it a criterion?
Derrick reached quickly but subtly out his arm as not to alert his adversary. As soon as he felt the cold touch of his staff in the palm of his right hand. He started both charges and disarmed his unaware opponent with one strike. Then he grabbed him and emptied a blue charge into his stomach. Rogue was blown off of him long enough for him to get up. Then, Dozer fired a now purple charge at him. This time, it hit Jace directly and knocked him through the ruined building. He rubbed his forehead. His hand came back down with blood. Derrick groaned.
“That’s not good.”
Still, the blurriness was subsiding and he was winning. At least, he thought he was winning. He started charging his staff again just in case and finally, he approached the hole in the wall.
When he arrived at the entrance to the dark room, he was met by a burst of Rogue’s soul from out of the shadows. Startled, he barely managed to duck under it. Then, he fired off a red charge at where the shot came from. He missed, but it blew a hole in the opposite wall and illuminated part the room. It was a dusty old room with an empty interior and several shadowy corners. And Jace could be hiding in any of them. He cautiously looked around fore any sign of his opponent. In a few seconds, he got one. He saw another soul blast come at him and dodged to the side, but this time, he was caught in the blast and blown to the side he had chosen to dodge. That’s when he heard faint panting. Dozer was relieved to hear that his opponent was as tired as he was. He charged his staff again and fired at the noise, but Rogue was able to deflect the attack. It hit the roof right above him and started to crack it. Within moments it was going to crush him. He couldn’t just let Jace die and as dangerous as it was, he had to do something. So Derrick ran for it.
“Look out!”
As he entered the danger zone, the portion of roof started to collapse. He felt dust and clay pour down on him and wondered if he was even going to make it to him. His opponent was just ahead of him and still in danger of being crushed. Noticing this, he pushed himself forward with all of his effort. In doing so, he tackled Rogue and cleared the falling debris just in time. The shockwave however, knocked both of them to the floor. Dozer recovered first and ran to his opponent seeing that he was still struggling. Jace was finally beginning to show more signs of tiring. He put at charge just a few inches from Rogue’s throat.
“It appears that I won this challenge of ours.”
“Not yet.”
Dozer felt a sudden force of energy even stronger than before go directly into his gut. He felt several bones in his chest crack as he was launched through the hole in the roof and onto the roof itself. Another moment of pain and confusion hit him.
Ouch! He has a black soul mode?
He was barely able to finish before he puked up bile and blood. The smell in itself was sickening and in the heat of the sun, the nauseating fumes were amplified. He almost threw up again, but recovered. He had probably cracked several ribs and he knew he was definitely going to need to go to the hospital. And unfortunately for him, Rogue jumped onto the roof and picked him up. He proceeded with several jabs to Dozer’s chest and readied another black soul hit, but he broke free and kicked him in the chest back into he hole and picked up his staff. Derrick looked around and reluctantly jumped into the hole. He was immediately met by a kick. He blocked and countered with a jab from his staff and several small green charge strikes before Rogue blocked grabbed the staff. Derrick responded by kicking him in the groin. Rogue backed up slightly in pain, but before he got hit again, he was still able to release a shockwave. Dozer barely blocked and he was still knocked out of the building and into the sand.
How much longer is this going to go on?
He glanced up and saw his adversary head to the doorway and pause to catch his breath. This time, the break was much longer than the others.
The fight seems to be wearing him out too. If I can just hang in there for a little bit longer.
Then his opponent stepped out of the doorway and started launching several black projectiles. Dozer’s whole body was tired and hurt, but in pure adrenalin, he got up and fired blue charges at two of the missiles. Then he dodged to his left to avoid the rest. One particularly close blast came by but he jumped over it. He charged at Rogue jumping over another shot and finally coming down on him with a purple charge. His opponent however, created a black shield but the sheer force drove him back. He formed a sword and blocked two swings at him but Derrick disarmed him with an uppercut, kneed him, and hit him in the face with a red charge. His opponent staggered clearly exhausted and disoriented. He did a hamstring strike to knock Rogue to the ground so that he could finish him, but his opponent jumped into the air propelled by his soul. Derrick looked up and fired a green charge, but the guy used another dark soul blast the change his direction and escape the blast. He fired two more blasts at Dozer, but they both were blocked. His Adversary tried to hide it, but Derrick could tell that his opponent was about to collapse at any moment. When Jace landed he created a sword and turned around fast enough to block Dozer. He blocked an overhead strike and a side strike, but once again, he was disarmed. He collapsed to the ground and transformed back. Derrick had all but won. Dozer capitalized on this and once again had a charge at the guy’s throat. He replied gasping.
“Okay. You win. Just. Don’t kill me.”
“Well that’s good. Now I can call us an ambulance.”
Then, the tourist crowd erupted into a thunderous applause and the winner put away his staff and pulled out his phone. Finally, he held out his other hand to help Rogue up.
“Good game.”
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Time was running out , FAST . He was losing energy and he didn’t have enough time to get straight up on his feet and dodge any of his attacks . As Rogue was starting to lose hope Dozer finally blew Rogue back with what would’ve been an finishing hit for anybody else .Rogue flew back hitting the ground rolling and then finally hitting his back on an tree . As the smoke cleared , he drew in a few breaths and prepared to get up . As he tried to get up he realized just how badly he was hurt . A few hits with the blue energy wasn’t bad , though he took way more than just a few hits . His body ached , his head banging . he was so beat and bruised he dropped back on his but after moving one muscle .
He groaned as Dozer approached “ I thought you would be better . you're really disappointing me . I didn't know I came out all the way here to beat up a little kid” he gloated . That was it . That’s what killed Rogue the most , he couldn’t stand it when people teased him , he hated it . The anger and rage at this comment was so strong he actually started growling . He got up , with an new energy and strength that he didn’t have before , though that wasn’t enough . He wanted more, He wanted power , He wanted a power he didn’t have when he was at school with all the bullies who ever teased him . The word kept repeating in his mind Power...Power...Power . Without even thinking about it he drew an energy that surpassed that of his own by far . A power that he usually forbid himself to use . Dark energy came from all around him . Swirling around him like a storm . It glew like fire even though the glow was black . He vision started going black , He could only see Dozer .