Individual: Round 2 - Match 2: Ace Addman vs Little Sister

[Kat_05]

A large velvety curtain rises to reveal the stage. Slick wood gleams under blindly bright and hot stage lights as an invisible audience shouts from offstage. Props for a musical are scattered about: cardboard food, a small bartable, some flowers, and an envelope containing a fake letter (a blank sheet of paper), an dother oddities. Props are sparse, there is plenty of room for the course line expected. The song Happy Days from the old show Cheers plays.

"Ace, Little Sister, let the show begin!"

[addman]

((Ace vs Little Sister? What an intense matchup! This'll really seperate the men from the...Little Sister's))

Stagehand: This was Mr Ace sir.
Ace: Where are we going? Why are there all these ropes and pulleys?
Stagehand: Get out there on the stage.
Ace: Stage?

The stagehand gives Ace Addman a final shove and pushes him into clear view on the stage. He scans the room, half expecting to see a gigantic audience streaming over balconies, heaving to see from the back spots of the theatre. Instead, he spots a single, wooden chair with Kat on it in the middle of the audience section. She was holding a clipboard and pen and kept glancing up at Ace in a quizzical manner.

"Oh, is this the Olympics?" He exclaimed loudly, still trying to work out what was going on. Kat simply glanced at him again, and then began to write something on her clipboard. Confident as ever, Ace gave her a beaming grin and strode into the center of the stage before addressing her.

"So, who'll be my lucky opponent?"

[3kul]

((It'll make for an interesting round, that's for sure ))

~Keh, who'd have thought that I'd be called back in to have to waste my time with an opponent like this...~

Little Sister entered from the other side of the stage, but since she couldn't actually speak aloud her thoughts went unheard by everyone else present (which in her opinion was a terrible shame, though most people who could talk with her tended to say otherwise). Her snake-like tongue slipped out past her lips, splitting open four ways to reveal her assortment of teeth as she shrieked violently at her opponent (her little way of saying 'I'm going to destroy you'). As her tongue shot back into her mouth, half a dozen tendrils of hair wove themselves into crude lances, and with a slight flick were sent hurtling towards her muppet opponent.

[addman]

Ace saw the tendrilled Little Sister approach from the opposite side of the stage and turned to face his challenger. He'd seen Little Sister before in the Arctic regions of Blackstar and knew that even during that harsh, unforgiving snowstorm they had encountered there, she was still the coldest thing he'd ever encountered.

Before he even had the chance to address her and wish her good luck in the fight, Little Sister suddenly flew into a frenzy and began hurling homemade spikes in his direction.

Reacting quickly, Ace rolled to his left side almost flattening a cardboard stool that was being used for a backdrop which he did not have the time to admire right now. Scrambling to his feet, he turned and ran back off stage under a hail of lances, which rather luckily began to stick into the wooden floor around him. Noticing an opportunity, he leaped forwards and grabbed onto a rope used to raise the stage curtain, and used it as a swing to dodge any remaining hair lances Little Sister may be throwing at him. At the top of his swing, he lifted both legs up and pushed off a nearby wall that was offstage, pushing himself back towards Little Sister as he came swinging across the stage with his legs outstretched.

[3kul]

Little Sister cursed to herself as some of her tendrils lodged themselves into the wooden stage - lances had proven to be a foolish choice as Ace easily avoided her overly aggressive assault and turned his evasive manoeuvres into a counter.

Although this clearly wasn't a very well thought out plan on Ace's behalf either. ~What kind of moron tries to kick a person who can make spears out of their hair?!~ She thought, laughing to herself, now greatly amused at the inevitable outcome of such a move. She was sorely tempted to simply spike outwards and let the muppet impale himself on her, but it was then that she remembered hearing that Ace tended to carry around a very big and dangerous sword.

Not wanting to give Ace an unmoving target to skewer, she decided to try something a little different. Several tendrils of hair quickly reshaped themselves into large, flat blades (think Khukuri knives), and with a quick series of cuts a large circle of the stage gave way beneath her. Now the tendrils that had stuck fast into the other end of the stage proved to be useful, as she could use them for support to stop herself from falling any great distance.

The same woven blades that had just cut the hole in the stage now rose back up, waving about wildly in an effort to hit Ace. Though Little Sister was quite safe under the stage ((as far as she knows, at least )), she wouldn't be able to see Ace properly until he passed over the top of the hole, and so couldn't really aim for him very well - she was clearly hoping that more blades meant a better chance at slashing her opponent, as there were twelve waving about in total.

[addman]

Ace was a little more than surprised to see his opponent drop through a hole she cut for herself in the stage. He was even more surprised to see around a dozen sharp knives spring forth from underneath the stage and begin to flail around in an incoherent manner. Unable to react quickly enough, Ace closed his eyes and hoped for the best as he swung across the stage and let go of the curtain rope, sliding off and heading straight for her knives.

Bracing himself, he felt a nasty sting all the way across the left cheek, which began to burn with pain as he slipped further. Still clenching his eyes shut as if to protect them from laceration, he suddenly felt himself stop, and his outstretched hands and feet could feel that he was surrounded by uncountable, oscilliating ropes. Fearing the worst, his eyes shot open to reveal what would be the defining moment of anyone's nightmares.

It appeared as though Ace had inadvertently slipped underneath her blades, but had fallen down the hole towards the base of her flailing tendrils which supported the knives. Finding himself tangled, Ace felt precariously close to Little Sister's body, like a fly trapped in a spider's web, but he was determined that no fluids would be drained from his body on this day (afterall, he's full of stuffing).

Using a free arm, he produced his blade. The Scimitar Of Enlightenment had not been used for some time now, and it shimmered despite the poor lighting underneath the stage, almost as though it was excited at the prospect of battle. Throwing his arm awkwardly, but as wide as he could reach in this desperate situation, he attempted to slice some of the supporting hairs around him and break free.

[3kul]

Little Sister cursed to herself as her idiotic opponent got himself tangled up in her hair, as the sudden increase in weight was putting a great strain on the few woven lances that were holding them up. She'd have gladly killed him and let the remains drop beneath the stage, but the more he struggled the harder it was to get him loose enough to skewer him. Despite the fact that her weaving of weapons looked easy it actually did require a few things, one of which was the freedom to move.

To make matters worse, Ace had now decided to draw his Scimitar Of Enlightenment. This was exactly what Little Sister didn't want to have happen, as she was now in a most disadvantageous position. Given how closely he was swinging that dangerously oversized piece of scrap metal, she'd need to find a way to put some distance between the two of them or she'd be the one to get hacked to bits.

Fortunately for her, one of Ace's wild swings managed to sever one of the lance tendrils that supported both of them. The sudden extra strain on the others woven tendrils was fairly painful, but Little Sister comforted herself with the fact that it wouldn't last long as she quickly rewove the loose hair that remained.

With several clean cuts, Little Sister sliced clean through the hair that she'd managed to entangle Ace in at the base. Stabbing a few new locks of hair through the bottom of the stage, she swung back a little ways to let her opponent fall. She couldn't follow through with another attack just yet as she needed to regrow her hair, but she'd be ready to finish him off in a matter of minutes.

[addman]

As the supporting tendrils gave way, the floppy-haired muppet felt gravity take a hold of his body and begin to pull downward. He could almost hear the hairs snapping around him with a slight twang as the strain finally loosened them free from their holding places. Unaware that Little Sister had cut her own hair in order to escape, Ace would have found it a little odd that cutting one single tendril would have resulted in a full scale collapse of her furry little web, but he was too busy falling to give that a second thought.

Landing as gracefully as possible on the dusty floor underneath the stage, Ace placed one palm on the floor to steady himself, and then to help push him back up to his feet. His opponent had already scuttled off somewhere, and the dark made it pretty difficult to actually see her location. No doubt she was in one of the corners, taking a moment to plot his demise. This thought almost made Ace shudder; just thinking about Little Sister and her icy, callous misdemeanour was like drinking that Blargon Whiskey straight from Dimension 73, with a frozen afterburn in the back of the throat. He knew there and then that dark places were not preferable to be in, especially when Little Sister is concerned.

Overhead was a support beam, which lead quite close to the hole where the pair of them had fallen from a moment ago. Reacting swiftly, Ace jumped and grabbed the overhead beam and pulled himself onto it. Within seconds he was stood upright on the beam and within arms reach of the hole. He grabbed the broken boards surrounding the hole with his left hand, and with his right, he produced a bag of Lust Dust. He hoped the lust dust would distract Little Sister as he dropped it and left it to impact on the floor under the stage as he began clambouring back onto the stage. He had no idea if the powerful aphrodisiacs in the Lust Dust would have any effect on Little Sister, due to her hateful nature the powder probably wouldn't be anywhere near strong enough to melt her heart.

[3kul]

Little Sister snarled as she watched Ace quickly make his way back up to the stage, forced to wait until her hair had regrown enough to attack. She managed to quickly weave together a few simple spears as she noticed him drop something, no doubt in fear of his imminent defeat, which caused her to smirk at his sheer stupidity. ~Keh, fancy dropping your weapon as you escape me, your perfectly sculpted abs belie the fact that you're... Wait, WHAT?!~ She spat with self-disgust and vigorously shook her head, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Looking at the spears she was about to throw at Ace, she noticed that they were horribly misshapen - her concentration was way off, and for some reason she was now thinking about having blue furry children wreak havoc on an innocent village with herself and...

"SSSSSKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" ((Or whatever you prefer for a screaming sound ))

~That handsome *happy spices*, what the hell has he done to me!?!?~ Little Sister was now seriously pissed off - this was no longer for whatever stupid prize the Olympic people gave out, Ace had just made this personal. ~Let's see how I like him when he's nothing but a pile of charmingly shredded pulp!~

Tearing through another section of stage like it was papier-mache, she hauled herself out into the open with two woven arms, her eyes expressing nothing but the explosive rage that she now felt. Her hair whipped all over the place as it rewove itself, this time was quite a bit different to how she'd previously done things - the work was much cruder, she didn't seem to be going for any specific shape or weapon. All she felt like doing now was causing Ace some serious pain.

She was forming the remainder of her hair into one giant ponytail, which ended in a woven ball that was crammed with more blades, spikes, hooks, serrated edges and a variety of other painful looking things than should be physically possible. One of the woven arms that she'd made moments earlier seized the ponytail up, and with a great deal of effort managed to begin swinging it around Little Sister's head. The other woven arm stayed out of the way for now, occasionally helping her to keep balance as she wobbled about the stage.

Her tongue spat back out, shrieking wildly as she practically sprayed her saliva across half the stage. This was her way of saying 'now you die'.

((Poor Little Sister, Ace is definitely the most disturbing opponent she's ever faced ))

[addman]

A glob of saliva hit Ace square in the eye. He winced, then wiped it away with his forearm, before a beaming grin spread across his face.

"My dear, I strongly suggest you carry a packet of gum or breathmints around with you. You never know when they'll come in handy."

Little Sister appeared to be more furious than ever, shrieking and snarling like something out of a bloodthirsty B-Movie. He figured that the Lust Dust either had the undesired effect of angering her further, or even worse, that this is what Parisitians are like when they are feeling amarous. He had intended to slow his opponent down and subdue her with feelings of love and desire, not turn her into a rampant sexual predator.

Realising that Little Sister had fashioned a weapon that could only be interpreted as an amalgamation of every torture instrument available across the thousands of dimensions he'd ever explored, Ace figured he might want to stop the onslaught as she swung it menacingly in his direction. Bringing his blade up to meet the swing, his defence was simply parried away by the force she'd put into the attack. Taking a few hasty steps backwards, Ace avoided a second swipe by a couple of feet, and gained some ground between them. He couldn't keep attempting to block these attacks all day as the ball of torture would simply knock his defense back again.

In the face of such adversity, Ace had kept a cocky smirk across his face throughout. This was not only because he did not want to show his intimidation, but because he'd also come up with a quick improvisation which might just get him out of this situation. Standing there in a confident manner, Ace simply held his Scimitar in his left hand, then promptly slashed at the backdrop scenery just next to him. The blade cut through the frail material, and also through a wooden support structure situated just before it. Taking one more step backwards, Ace watched as the scenery began to tumble before him, the whole bar scene began to fall in the direction of Little Sister.

[3kul]

Little Sister was too busy attempting to separate Ace from just about every body part that he had to notice whatever it was that he was doing with his sword, though she'd have to have been some kind of idiot to not notice an entire wall falling her way. Acting without thinking, she extended a woven arm out to stop the wall, which was then ripped off of the side of her head the moment her brutal take on a flail completed another rotation.

~RAAAAAARGH!!! Die you son of a future mother-in-law!~

Her rage fuelled both by the pain of having large chunks of hair torn out of her head and her sabotaged insult, she hurled the ridiculously overkill weapon at the detestable Ace before making a desperate dive for the hole in the stage that she'd burst out of. With a deafening slam, the backdrop hit the stage, covering up any trace of the Parasitian.

Beneath the stage, Little Sister picked herself up off the floor, now facing the all-too-painful realization that her back two legs had been caught in the backdrop. Looking up with her glowing Red Eye confirmed this - the ends of the spindly limbs were still squirming about, as if they hoped to free themselves from the crushing weight that they were now trapped under.

Fortunately for her, that was the only damage that she'd managed to sustain that would last the match - pretty much all of her hair was also stuck under the fallen wall (the pain of which was lessened by the fact that she'd extended it as she dropped), but all she had to do was cut that off and wait for it to grow back.

Quickly weaving a couple of spines to act as new legs, Little Sister took some time to look around as she waited for the rest of her hair to grow back. It was nearly impossible for her to see down here, and with all the dust now stirred up it was just as hard to breathe. She found that her thoughts were now turning more and more to Ace, this time thinking about his firm manly buttocks and how good they'd look in skin-tight Speedos, as if just being down here was making things worse. ~Ugh, I'm going to need to soak my head in a bucket of brain bleach for at least a week after this.~ Little Sister thought to herself as she began to daydream about her and Ace spending their anniversary on a deserted tropical island. She decided that it'd be in her best interests take him down as quickly as possible, without all the usual butchering and torturous messing around.

Three harpoons were all she could muster up for now, since she didn't want to wait for her hair to grow back any longer. Aiming carefully, she hurled all three of them towards where she believed Ace to be up on the stage, once again applying her logic of 'more is better', hoping to skewer the muppet in as many places as possible.

[addman]

Ace did not have much to dwell on how well his last attack had gone down as The Murderball (as he would later call it) came hurtling towards him. Luckily for him, the shot was taken too hastily to be accurate and sailed over the muppet's head as he promptly ducked out of the way. He watched it fly offstage and hit the stagehand who had escorted Ace to the stage earlier. The various spikes and spines ensured it was an instant death as he became impaled between a wall and The Murderball.

Being a compansionate sort of fellow, Ace was saddened that this fight had lead to the untimely death of an innocent, especially as this was a competition, which was hardly worth dying for, especially if you are not even taking part. He was just about to try and prise the guy off the wall to give him some respect, but it was only then that he noticed Little Sister had dissapeared. The stagehand would have to wait while the match continued, no doubt Little Sister wouldn't hesitate to kill Ace if he turned his back to lay the guy to rest somewhere else.

Before he knew it, another woven spear burst through the stage floor in front of him, showering him in thousdands of tiny wood splinters. A second broke through behind him, making him spin around on his heels. Before he had the time to act upon this, a third came crashing through underneath his feet, skewering him directly in his right leg.

"ARGH!"

He fell to his knees. The pain was agonising, and he noticed that his stuffing was scattered across the immediate area. Trying to regain his composure, and out of pure instinct, he began to drag his carcass behind a pile of rubble, in the hopes that concealing himself might give him more time to patch up the gaping wound.

[Goron40]

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