Second, thank you Malacal for providing me a few extra days to write while I dealt with personal problems. (For real though, thanks man. You didn't have to, but you did, so you da real mvp)
Anyway, here are the battles!
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Omega v. Chance
Malacal's Story
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(Chamel)
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“No he’s not, Chance.” A woman’s voice came from further in the hotel room. The attendant chuckled in embarrassment, and waved a goodbye before turning and walking away from the door.
The redhead groaned and kicked the door shut behind him. “Oh come on, Isabella. Don’t you know that a little ménage à trois is good for the soul?” As he entered the hotel bedroom, his charming grin returned.
His ‘date’ for the night, a beautiful Latina named Isabella, was sitting upright in the bed with sheets wrapped around her bare torso. Chocolate-brown eyes looked the royal womanizer over.
“You know, that tank top and those sweatpants really suit you well.” She giggled, twirling a strand of dark hair around her finger. In response, Chance chuckled and fished a small ice cube out of the bucket and threw it gently at the woman. Isabella laughed and swatted it away before falling back into the pillows.
The redhead smirked and set the bucket on the bedside table. He crawled up from the end of the bed until he was over Isabella, his face mere inches from hers. “You know, girly, you’re even beautiful from this angle.”
The woman smiled and wrapped her arms around Chance’s neck pulling him slowly closer. Her lips brushed his, and she leaned up to meet him--
A violent crash and the sound of glass breaking jolted the two, causing Isabella to headbutt Chance. The prince yelped and fell back off the end of the bed as his date shrieked and pressed back into the wall behind her.
“God damn it, what in the blazes--” The redhead started, but Isabella screamed and pointed towards something behind him. Chance turned quickly, and his body went cold. “Shit.”
Standing in the doorway of the small room was a black figure, glowing red eyes surrounded by a shell of dark, metallic armor. A halo hung ominously above its head, and its body was strangely disproportionate.It should have been hard to read its emotions, but something about it gave off an angry vibe; Chance knew exactly why.
“Oh shit.. Was that today, mate?” The prince asked sheepishly, scrambling to stand up.
“Of course it was today, you ignorant mortal.” The creature growled, taking a step into the room. It wasn’t until the thing moved that Chance noticed the large tendrils extending from its back, planting itself into the ground and keeping the being just above the floor.
“Now, now, Omega. No need to be so hostile around a beautiful woman.” Chance chuckled, motioning to the now-sobbing Latina that looked absolutely terrified. Mascara was running down the sides of her face, and she seemed unable to take her wide eyes off the thing that stood menacingly in the doorway.
The redhead felt warmth spread over his lips, and drip off his chin. When he put a hand to his nose, he discovered that he was bleeding; the vicious headbutt from Isabella’s surprise gave him a nosebleed. He couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Listen, Mr. Xenomorph,” The prince said sarcastically, wiping his hand on his pants leg. “I say we let this woman leave safely so as to cut down on civilian casualties. Deal?”
“Your insolence amuses me.” The creature said. “I have come for your head, and your head alone. If the woman wishes to flee, it should be in her interest to hurry”
Without a moment of hesitation, the Latina woman jumped out of the bed, blankets and sheets still wrapped protectively around her body, and pushed past the creature warily as she bolted out the front door.
“Well, I suppose that takes care of her safety.” Chance chuckled, his eyes narrowing at the otherworldly being. The prince kept his eyes locked on Omega as he walked over to the ice bucket still sitting on the table. He picked up the bottle of wine and filled a glass with the crimson liquid. “Care for a drink?”
The creature growled and one of his tentacles slithered into the room, grasping the doorframe and pulling Omega into the open space. “I’d much rather kill you on the spot, and claim my winnings.”
Chance laughed and walked towards the angered god, glass of wine held daintily between his fingers. He swiped a hand across his upper lip, wiping away the small amount of blood that dripped down from his nose. Once he was near the being, he lifted the glass to Omega with a friendly smile. “Not even one drink, mate? Helps soothe the nerves.”
Omega simply stared at the redhead, his anger and impatience practically palpable. Two tentacles uprooted themselves from the floor, and hovered ominously behind him, their metal tips pointed at the prince.
Chance cocked his head sadly, playfully pouting his lip. “I take it that’s a no then?” He asked, wiggling the glass of crimson in front of the god’s face. “No matter. Shall we begin?”
Before Omega could react, the prince splashed the wine into the his face. The god staggered back against the wall as he tried to wipe the liquid from his face. Chance took the opportunity and ran past him, opening the door to the small hotel room and sprinting off down the hallway.
The prince was halfway down the corridor when he a loud roaring noise behind him. When he looked over his shoulder, Omega was tearing down the hallway after him, metal tendrils ripping in and out of the walls as he closed the distance between him and the prince.
“You insolent mortal! Get back here!” He yelled. Wallpaper and drywall were ripped from its holdings, and Chance could only keep running.
Shit! At this rate, he’ll kill me before we get to the lobby. The redhead thought, turning a corner and practically flying down the flight of stairs. He hit the landing of the floor below him a little too hard, and a drop of blood dripped from his nose to the ground. That’s it! Let’s make this a little more interesting..
As the prince took off back down the new hallway, he snapped. A tendril of blood whipped out from under his nose, and quickly sliced across his shoulder. As the open wound began to grow, as did Chance’s grin.
Another snap caused the blood to float away from the gash and to swirl next to him, slowly taking shape next to him. By the time Omega had reached the bottom of the stairwell, the crimson substance had taken the form of the prince, matching his running gait and following along next to him.
Both versions of the redhead looked over their shoulders and grinned, coming to a stop in the midst of the hallway. The wrathful god stopped at the end of the stairs, his metal tentacles stuck into the walls and the floor to keep him aloft. His gaze shifted between the two quickly, trying to decipher which one was the real prince.
One of the two versions smiled, and looked to his counterpart, “I see we’ve at least managed to trick him.”
“I’d have to agree with you on that one, mate.” The other replied, crossing his arms and winking playfully at Omega.
“It doesn’t matter which is the real one, I will simply slaughter you both!” The creature yelled. Two of his tentacles unhooked themselves from the wall, and sped towards Chance and his blood-double.
The two ducked under the oncoming weapons and ran for their attacker. One of the metal tendrils whipped to the side and tried to slam into one of the princes, but he jumped and the tentacle slammed into the wall, scattering debris into the hallway.
“Missed me, you shiny bastard!” The redhead yelled, while his companion chuckled and sprinted harder at the alien god.
Omega’s eyes narrowed at the oncoming version of Chance before lowering himself unsteadily to the floor. The god’s balance waivered, but he remained standing. Three tentacles ripped themselves out of the wall, throwing a large chunk of plaster and drywall at the rushing prince.
“Shit!” The redhead cursed under his breath. He ducked and slid across the floor, watching warily as the boulder of wall went flying overhead. He came to a skidding halt, the floor beneath him burning his leg through the fabric of his sweatpants. When the prince looked back towards his aggressor, his eyes widened as two tentacles sped towards him.
The tendrils of metal stabbed through Chance, lifting his body off the ground and pinning it into the wall. The prince gagged as blood poured out of his mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head Omega simply sneered, his eyes turning to the other redhead who had ceased his assault.
“Quit toying with me mortal, I realize this is your clone. The innards are too hollow to be real.” The god said as all of his tentacles retreated back to him, the clone of Chance still hanging limp between two of them.
The real prince stood in the middle of the hallway now, with only several yards between him and the metal creature. His expression was blank, and even the usual grin that graced his features was absent from its place. His breathing was slightly irregular from the sprint, but he stood up straight and faced his opponent.
“Are you going to get serious now? It’s starting to become quite tiresome, to say the least.” Omega’s voice was low, as if he was becoming cocky in the current situation. His prey was growing tired, and he was still raring to go; it was clear that he currently had the upperhand.
Chance sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest and staring at the god before him. “Tell me something, mate. How exactly did you figure out which one was the fake?” He said, his fingers drumming across his bicep.
Omega made a sound that almost resembled a chuckle, and the tentacles that held the clone hovered ominously behind him. “I won’t let you play your foolish mind games with me, you pathetic excuse for a bag of meat.”
Now it was Chance’s turn to laugh. The prince snapped and pointed at the god, a grin spreading across his face. “I see. So if I’m the pathetic bag of meat, what does that make you? The rust-bucket from Pluto?”
The god didn’t seem to be too pleased with the red-head’s comment. The metal tendrils that weren’t stuck in the wall swayed aggressively behind the creature. “I guess I must repeat myself to low-life mortals such as yourself. Your mind games won’t work with me.”
“Are you sure, mate? Because I seem to have just used my ‘mind games’ to gain the upperhand.” Chance retorted, taking a few steps closer to the otherworldly being, who seemed to be slightly bewildered by the prince’s words. “You see, as you were sitting there going on and on about my pathetic mortality,” he paused, pointing towards the tentacles that once held the clone’s body. “You failed to remember that I can manipulate blood, and quite well at that.”
Omega turned his head towards the metal tendrils that should have been speared through the abdomen of the bloody puppet, but instead found that it had morphed into a single, gelatinous form. The blob had swirled around three tentacles, encasing them and making them immobile. The god tried to pull them apart, but the blood had condensed so much the metal tendrils were frozen in place.
“So you’ve managed to disarm three of my tentacles. Interesting. But I’m still not quite defenseless.” Omega growled as he turned back towards Chance. Another tentacle attempted to pry itself from the wall and attack the prince, but another snap caused the blood that was still dripping from his shoulder to shoot out and wrap around the tendril, halting it in its place.
The redhead grinned, walking closer to the creature. His maroon eyes wandered over the god’s ebony metallic features, stopping at the halo that he had almost forgotten about. It was quite wide in diameter, and something seemed strange about it.
“You see, mate.” Chance started, tearing his eyes away from the halo and back towards the god. “As long as I’m still bleeding, even if only a little bit, and as long as my blood is surrounding your metal... things, I win. Plain and simple.”
Omega went still, and his silence soon followed. He seemed to be calculating something, but Chance was unsure of what, exactly. Brushing aside his concern, the prince cocked his head.
“So, if you forfeit now, I won’t be forced to kill you. It’s always such a mess to clean up afterwards, anyway.” He chuckled, trying to push away the arrogant feeling that was slowly building inside him.
“Fool.” Omega said, “Do you really think I can be beaten this easily, and by the hands of a talentless mortal such as yourself? I am a god!”
By the time Chance realized what was happening, it was too late. One of the tentacles that held him close to the wall broke free, and swirled around the prince like a snake. The redhead could feel his ribs straining as the the tendril of metal constricted his torso.
“I don’t need all of my tentacles to crush you,” the god said, a chuckle following. “I only need one. Unfortunately, like you said, as long as you’re bleeding, you have the upperhand, correct?”
The pressure on his ribs made it hard to breath for Chance, and it was impossible to talk. “Well i can fix that easily.” Omega continued. He dipped his head, slowly letting the halo above his head inch closer to the prince’s shoulder.
Maroon eyes grew big as the halo touched his opened wound, severing the strand of blood that held one of the god’s tentacles immobile. A white-hot burning sensation painfully spread throughout his body. Chance opened his mouth to scream, but not even the slightest sound escaped him.
When Omega removed the halo from his skin, the wound had been cauterized and was no longer bleeding; much to the prince’s dismay. Chance’s heartbeat sped up drastically and he began to sweat with the intense pain. He was immobilized, and the angry god still had control over more than half of his metal tendrils. His vision was starting to become blurry from the lack of air, and he was starting to panic with each passing second.
“Now, to take your head, pathetic mortal.” Omega sneered. A tentacle rose up behind him, poised to strike.
Chance couldn’t breathe, it was difficult to see; he was losing consciousness, and fast. He needed to react, and fast. As much as it hurt, he sucked in a deep breath, and concentrated. Slowly the mass of blood that constricted several of the creature’s tentacles began to spin; gaining speed incredibly fast.
Omega looked behind him, feeling the tug on his shoulder blades as his tendrils were quickly tangled up in a vortex of crimson. “What are you doing?” The god growled, turning back quickly to his prey. Chance shook his head and smirked through the pain.
A thin string of blood ripped itself away from its origin, and sliced through the air. It elongated and whipped itself across the ceiling and floor. Finally, the thin strand of blood was moving fast enough, and it sliced through the tentacles at their base, cutting them cleanly off of Omega’s shoulder. The three fell to the floor with a thud, and the god roared in pain.
The metal tendril that held Chance released its grip as it rushed to keep the god upright. He fell to the floor and gasped, holding his stomach as his lungs finally felt relief. At the same time Omega was busy trying to right himself, metal tentacles scrabbling at any available surface.
The prince looked over his shoulder as he tried to catch his breath; the otherworldly god was certainly angered. Omega’s head whipped towards Chance, his anger pulsating off of him. “I will kill you!” He roared, losing whatever composure he previously had. His thin arm whipped out to the side, and a small burst of flame ignited within his palm.
Chance’s eyes widened, and rolled out of the way as the small fireball hurtled past him, the heat brushing his side. Two more were