The Big Damn Fight

Right in front of him, a blue-grey blob flew by and crashed against the wall at the end of the hallway. Zaiza jumped, then hid around the corner. He used a reflective metal panel he had picked up to see around the corner. The blob was just sitting there, blurbling. Bits of metal were around its body, but they were being absorbed. He looked the other way. Ah. There it was. One of the contestants of this game, if he wasn't mistaken. Surrounded by more dead blobs. He didn't know what creature it was but it looked strong, if it was indeed the cause of the flying blob. Well, he supposed he had to kill it. Somehow.

A loud thud caught Nova's attention, and she whirled around. It was an old, decrepit, mechanical suit, only slightly taller than her. Parts of it did look new, though. It was lumbering towards her awkwardly. Okay, what is it this time, she thought. It didn't look threatening, though. Perhaps it's a cleaning robot? She decided she would try talking to it.

"Hello! Sorry for the mess... They just attacked suddenly. You won't attack, will you?"

The mech stopped its advance. It could talk his language? Or... more likely, it was being translated somehow. He had kept his body stiff and robotic until now. Suddenly, he wasn't so sure about fighting. Perhaps it was a bit shallow, but if everyone could speak his language, he wasn't so keen on killing everyone. But, for all of his flaws, he was still a sportsman. He sighed.

"Sorry. I have to."

Suddenly, the mech dropped its stiff pose, and switched to a fighting pose. Its arms became blades, and two small buzzsaws came out from its chest, whirring. Zaiza leapt at his opponent.

But Nova was ready. She dropped on her back as the mech flew overhead, weapons whirling, and kicked it from below. Parts of its torso flew off, exposing a small patch of blue scales. Something about those scales seemed familiar, like something from her recent memory. Suddenly, it hit her.

Literally. Zaiza detached the mech's foot with force as he flew past, so it would hit the creature. As the mech crashed on the ground, he scrambled to get it back up and steady.

"Hehehe, you're one strong fucker."

She smiled. "What can I say? I lift."

She stood up, her shoulder sore from the unexpected rocket kick. A robot would not be smart enough to try that underhanded tactic. It confirmed her suspicion that this was one of the contestants she saw earlier, a... biker dragon or something? It wasn't in the mecha she originally saw it in, though. Suddenly, she kicked the ground, then the wall. She flew to the side of the mech, grappling its head and twisting it to the ground.

Zaiza brought the mech's arm down to the ground, and used the momentum to get back in a standing position. But this creature wasn't letting go. It had his upper body in a lock. Then, he barely heard a whisper.

"We don't have to fight. I've got a plan."