Fan Fighter Clash 3: Losers of the Semifinals

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Broken Room, Hellscape Labyrinth

Celica hunches over on one knee, her clothes having several cuts and gashes through it. Her hair is messy, unorganized and let loose around her head. Blood is leaking from her mouth, along with some cuts around her body.

The room around Celica has fallen apart, with many gashes and bright orange plasma strewn across the room. The bricks from the roof slowly fall one by one, the clattering against the ground echoeing through the room. A small hole resides in the middle of the arena, the bricks holding it together falling into the abyss below.

Celica tightly squeezes her body with her arm, while staring up at the Lord whom is towering over her with four lightsabers, one in each hand. His yellow eyes glare down at Celica as Malice encases the rotten flesh around them.

The Lord's cape that once trailed behind him is now burnt apart, with only the base tied to his back remaining. Several cracks in his crimson armor are present, with blue electricity sparking slightly around them. Malice circulates throughout his body, with his chest having a sickly yellow eye exposed hiding behind the armor plating.

Celica, The Predicted Hero (Bruised and Battered)

"W-Why...I don't understand...you could have chosen a different path. Y-you could have ed us. We could have HELPED you! Why is revenge...so important to you?"

Lord Grievous, Dimentio's Enforcer

"Do not waste my time with pointless chatter. Everyone who has used my for a tool turned me into what you see today. I have no control over my fate. So, I might as well make the most out of what I have."

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Grievous grabs Celica by the neck with his claw foot, clutching her neck tightly as he slowly lifts Celica to his level. Celica grabs his claws, struggling within his grasp as she squirms. Her attempts to escape become more desperate as she slowly begins to lose conciousness.

Grievous stares intently at her, rearing his lightsabers back as he begins to deliver the finishing blow to her.

Lord Grievous

"Now then, I promise I will make this quick. Goodbye Celica. You will be ed by nobody."

CRACK

Just then Grievous drops Celica in his grasp, causing Celica to drop to the floor. Celica exasperates, crawling away from Grievous as she stares at what is going on.

Minerva had punched Grievous in the back and climbed ontop of him. Her eyes are red as she pulls out claws from her arms, slashing away at the Lord. She herself also has several gashes along her body, with much more electricity sparking out of her. A couple of clean, black holes are present around her body as well, with those parts not reacting to anything.

Celica witnesses as Minerva viciously slashes at Grievous, cutting off several pieces of his armor while doing so. Grievous screams, throwing Minerva off his back and at a wall. He pulls out his four lightsabers once more, his eyes glaring intently at Minerva as he lunges forward.

Celica (Screaming)

"MINERVA!"

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Minerva however ignores Celica's call. She focuses completely on Grievous, blocking and countering each and every strike he attempts to land on her. The plug on the end of her hair is attatched to the wall she's backed against, fueling her strikes with blue electricity as she brutally exchanges with the Lord.

Celica stares at the final attempt to hoard him off, her arms grasping the loose brick on the floor. Her face covered in sweat and her body covered in wounds, she thinks to herself.

Celica (Thought)

"Argh! I need to help Minerva out...but without my powers I can't do anything! ...No, there has to be another way. Like with Sylux, I can find another way! But how..."

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Celica turns her head back, taking a look at the small hole that resided in the middle of the arena, loose bricks falling into the crimson abyss that laid below.

Celica's eyes light up, quickly crawling over to the hole and desperately pulling out all of the bricks that covered the hole, tossing them all over the place as she quickly moves around to make the hole bigger. She pants, her movements slowly growing slower with each and every pull. Nonetheless she stays determined.

Celica (Thought)

"Owch...this really hurts...but I can't give up now! I need to get us a way out of here...I need to do this, I can't lose Minerva! Come on, come on! Hold on a little longer Minerva...I'm coming."

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Celica pulls all of these bricks out until eventually she pulls out one more, and the entire hole becomes much larger, with many of the bricks surrounding the hole falling into the void. Celica crawls away from this, desperate to get away.

Grievous turns his head away from Minerva for a moment, cranking his head a full 360 degrees and noticing the collapsing floor and Celica crawling away. Grievous sprints towards Celica, his lightsabers drawn as he pushes Minerva into the wall once more.

However Minerva pushes off of the wall and tackles Grievous, pushing him into the opposite wall. Grievous screams, glaring at Minerva and tucking away two of his lightsabers. Black electricity erupts from his fingertips, enveloping Minerva in an electrical cage of sorts. Minerva shakes wildly, the electricity circulating throughout her body.

SLASH

Grievous slashes off Minerva's left arm in her vulnerable state. Grievous then clutches her with his right claw and lifts her into the air and above the void below. Minerva flinches, squeezing her eyes tightly as black electricity and wireframe expose themselves from her cut arm.

Celica crawls towards the gaping hole, reaching her hand outwards as her eyes begin to gleam a little. She screams out Minerva's name, leaning over the edge of the abyss.

Grievous turns his head over towards Celica and narrows his eyes, growling as he extends his lightsabers once again. He chucks Minerva into the abyss below, her body lifeless as the black electricity sparks around her.

Celica

"NO! I WON'T ABANDON YOU MINERVA!"

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Celica leaps into the abyss below, ing Minerva in her plight into an endless void. She wraps her arms around Minerva, embracing her tightly as both of their bodies fall out of sight into the malice infected space below...

Grievous leans over the pit, staring down into the abyss and narrowing his eyes. He watches the void for a minute, scanning the surrounding area, with only the slightly twitching of metal and vibrations of lightsabers revolving around the chamber.

Grievous then tucks his lightsabers away, locking his arms back together as he stands confidently above the abyss. He clutches both of his hands, the malice in his body coursing all throughout.

Lord Grievous (Calmly)

"You foolish girl...by doing what you did you only sealed your fate. A worse one at that. However, despite your tenacity, I have to thank you. You have taught me just what I am capable of with this new power now...and I guarantee I will use it to it's fullest extent to exterminate the rest of your pitiful friends."

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Grievous turns away from the hole, dusting himself off as he takes a look at the damages his armor suffered. Various burn marks make their home around his crimson armor, with one patch being around his right eye. Small cracks are also visible around his armor, with a couple gashes as well.

Grievous looks to the doorway, which has now been opened for access. The sludge like malice tears away from itself to open the way forward. Grievous stares into the hallway, folding his hands behind his back as he hunches over and marches away. But behind him, malice crawls slowly towards the helmet of Zero. It pulls the helmet away, enclosing it in malice before crawling along the exterior of the labyrinth...

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Damaged Arena, Hellscape Labyrinth

Sion stands idlely in front of his opponent, Primrose. He stares down at her, fire in his eyes as his violet axe glimmers with a sinister red aura around it. His other fist is clenched, tightening as he continues to stand.

Primrose meanwhile is on her knees, both hands on the floor and staring down. Her long, golden hair begins to slightly fade back to black. Her white clothing does not appear to be damaged, however there are a couple of open wounds around her body, specifically a gash in her left side. Blood spills from the wound as she stares down, wincing at her pain.

Berserker Sion, Brute Darkness Incarnate

"I WON...I AM IMMORTAL, AND YOU ARE...NOTHING. I WILL FINALLY...NO, THE EMPIRE...WILL FINALLY...RULE OVER ALL. YOU ARE...INSIGNIFICANT."

Primrose Azelhart, Fallen Star of Light (Weak)

"Rgh, i-i wouldn't be s-so sure about that. y-you don't h-have a w-will of your own, so what's the p-point?"

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Sion begins to raise his axe over his head, with the entire axe beginning to glow a bright red with a black haze surrounding it. Sion's arms glow bright red as he is also enveloped in this black haze. Primrose looks up at Sion, her hand glowing slightly golden.

Berserker Sion

"MY WILL DOES NOT...MATTER. THE EMPIRE WILL LIVE ON, AND I WILL BECOME...SUPREME EMPEROR OVER ALL. DESTRUCTION...DEATH...ALL SACRIFICES TO BE...MADE FOR...THE EMPIRE TO THRIVE."

Primrose

"w-well then you are l-lost...but that d-doesn't mean I c-can't help you f-find your w-way back!"

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Primrose thrusts her hand forward, flinging out a bolt of light magic at Sion. This bolt collides with Sion's head, travelling through his mouth, eyes and ears. Sion recoils back, screaming wildly as he flings his axe around. He holds his head while doing so.

Berserker Sion (Painfully)

"N-NO, T-THIS B-B-BOOODY...I WILL NOT...GIVE IT U-UPP. THE E-EMPIRE WWIIILL SURVIVE!! AGH!"

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Suddenly Sion stops once his vision is fixed on Primrose, standing idly with his axe plunged into the ground, cracking the bricks below. Primrose cowers, slowly crawling backwards as Sion's sight is fixated on her.

A vision comes to Sion, blocking all the black clouds within his mind. It is of a little girl, surrounded by an everlasting inferno and cowering before Sion in the same manner as Primrose, tears flowing down her face as she holds a stuffed bear tightly to her chest.

Little Girl

"P-please...d-don't kill me...m-my family...w-where are they? I-I...p-please...d-don't k-kill me..."

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Sion clenches his forehead tighter, screaming and shouting as he lets go of his axe. He shouts various words in the midst of this chaos.

Berserker Sion

"N-NO...NO! THE VOICES...NO! STOP! VOICES STOP! KILL...KILL...KILL SION...KILLKILLKILLKILLKILL!!! NO! NONONONONO!!"

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Sion grabs his axe and slams it into the ground, causing a massive hole to be formed in the ground. Red gashes of energy spike through the floor to form this hole, with all of the bricks surrounding the area shatter in that second, the remains falling through the abyss.

Sion's black haze disipates, and the red aura that once surrounded his axe has now been silenced. Sion stares into the abyss while Primrose just stares at Sion, her eyes widened and eyebrows jumped. She begins to crawl forward, however is stopped by the pain in her side. She flinches, grunting as she stops.

Sion (Defeated)

"G-GO...NOW..."

Primrose (Shocked)

"...w-what?"

Sion (Raising Voice)

"GO GO GO GO GO NOW!!"

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Sion begins to raise his axe again to strike Primrose down. Primrose's heart beats quickly, dashing to the gap that Sion had made in the middle of the arena. She dives through it just as Sion strikes with his axe from the opposite side, throwing it across the arena and into the wall. Primrose falls slowly through the crimson abyss, the cold and blood enveloping her in a blanket of nothingness.

Sion stares into the abyss, his hands clenched and at his side. He sighs, walking over to grab his axe that was firmly placed in the nearby wall. He pulls it out with ease, grasping it with both hands and examining it. He thinks to himself for the first time in a long time.

Sion

"I...GIRL...WHAT HAPPENED? SWAIN...SWAIN SWAIN SWAIN! HE...CONTROLLED ME. HE...HE MADE VOICES. THEY WON'T...STOP."

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Sion marches away from the arena and to the hallway that had now opened up for him. He marches with his axe by his side, the violet blade illuminating the dark corridors he treaded through. He marches through these halls with a new goal in mind, one singular focus.

Sion

"SWAIN...I WILL...KILL. THE VOICES...MAYBE THEY WILL...STOP. I WILL...BE BACK...AND MY EMPIRE...MY EMPIRE WILL BE MADE ANEW. HE MUST DIE...FOR THE...EMPIRE...TO THRIVE...AND FOR ME TO FINALLY...HAVE...ETERNAL SALVATION."