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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/22/2017 11:29:54 PM
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Dale saw the illusion come up and land on the spire, and smiled to himself. Bedlam had not disillusioned the hundreds of toddlers covering every inch of the floor except where Dale was, so it went right through them. The giant of a man called out into the dark.
"You hide, Bedlam. Do you intend to win out of cowardice?"
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The illusion shrugged, walking a bit closer and talking. "Well, how else do you expect me to win? I can't exactly fight you with my fists, now can I?"
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"And you expect me to win a game of cat and mouse, but if the mouse had blindfolded the cat, and had a deadly explosion gun." Dale fired a single bullet into the illusion's head, in a meager attempt to have it go away.
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The illusion vanished, but Bedlam's voice remained. "Well, that's the point. I kinda wanna win now." Dale heard a pebble land on the top of his head. "So, you coming down or what?"
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"Coming down would spell doom in capital letters. I don't intend to put myself in a deadly situation either." Dale looked up, but finding nothing, returned his glance to the horizon ahead of him, and behind him.
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"Should I start throwing explosives up there then? You have such little room to move..." Bedlam chuckled, thinking that was actually a rather good idea.
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"You could, but this is about eighteen feet in each direction. You'd kill only the toddlers." Dale kept a trained eye, a relaxing moment to reload was already taken care of.
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"Good thing they're not real!" Bedlam formed a M32 grenade launcher in his hands and began firing the grenades upwards at the spire so they'd fall on the top.
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"Pah! Too proud for sitting up here and wearing myself away." The grenades would tear through most of his a roe and destroy both the battery on his back, as well as the thousand toddlers on top. Dying in baby blood, huh? Well, better than dying in the desert... Again. Dale chucked at the thought as he lay on the top of the pillar, coughing. E lay sparked out, and threw his gun off the pillar. Playing the axe upon his chest, he waited after he called to his opponent. "Alright, I give up. Go ahead and end it, all this ol' body is doing is dragging things out. Kill me with a spear or whatever, just grant a last request, and don't kill me with the same injuries... That's lame."
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"Aw! No arm ripping and stomach impalement?!" Bedlam teleported himself straight to Dale's side, smiling down at the man in a friendly manner. He stretched out a hand to him. "Come on, I'm not striking a man that's laying down. Honestly, I didn't even join this thing to win....Somewhere along the way I must've lost myself and got too competitive." He chuckled weakly, his eyes turning a bright blue rather than his old red. "I don't regret entering though, the experience has been rather educational. Also, I wouldn't have met such interesting people...even if they were trying to kill me."
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With a groan, Dale took Bedlam's hand to raise himself up, the axe falling to the ground. Letting go, he spread his arms out. "I'm getting older by the second, here pal."
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"Yeah yeah..." Bedlam sighed, forming the Infinity Sword in his hands. In a few fluid motions, he slashed through Dale's neck and then turned around, stabbing the sword backwards into the man's chest before pulling it out with a twirl. "I wonder how Grant would've reacted to me winning..."
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[spoiler]We have a winner!!![/spoiler]
