Battle Royale! Game Complete!

Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.

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Zeke idly sat at the bar, tapping his metallic fingers on the wooden surface. Waiting impatiently for Mike to finish. He didn't bother getting any drinks, he was too busy mentally preparing himself.
“Excuse me good sir” a voice came from behind Zeke.
Zeke turned his head round to see the pirate come towards him, cutlasses drawn. Zeke pivoted on his seat in a casual way, he didn't expect combat, despite having his weapons drawn.

Suddenly everything began to slow down, the usual noises of the casino blurred into silence, Zeke could see the pirate's lips move but not a single sound emanated from them. Zeke glance over to Mike's table, he too was in slow motion, pushing down a waitress. The only person who remained at full speed…was the dealer on Mike's table. He glanced over to Zeke with a confident smile slapped over his face. Zeke looked back; he had never seen this man before, ever, but somehow he seemed familiar, like he had known him all his life. The dealer gave a cheery wink in Zeke's direction.
“Prove to me, you were worth choosing.”
The dealer turned back round, sound and speed slowly returning back to the world.

-“fuck shit up!”

Zeke reacted by reflex. He leaped up from his stool and slammed his foot directly into the pirates face. The damage was catastrophic, the captain reeling back as a grim mixture of teeth and blood spilled from his mouth. Zeke deployed his blades and attacked, the pirate blocked and swung with his other cutlass, Zeke dodged and parried each blow, he was fast. Zeke blocked both cutlasses coming towards him, throwing them out of his way. He flipped over the captain and with one effortless move cut his throat in twain. The pirate collapsed to the ground, gurgling and spraying blood everywhere. Zeke gave himself a moment to remember the thrill of killing someone.

Whit was having none of it. He was not about to sit there while Zeke and Mike tore the place apart, he rose up from stool and pointed his God gun towards Zeke.

Zeke was so used to this procedure that it had become second nature, he flipped to the side as Whit fired the invisible blast, the destructive force smashed into the bewildered Barkeep, practically pulverising him. Zeke darted behind some slot machines.

“God damn it! Im going after him, we can do this later.”
An unnatural arm pulled Whit back into his chair. “No. We play this. Now.”
“What?! But Mike and Zeke are going to kill us!”
“I am sick of your constant stalling.” Itzal forced the helmet onto Whit's head “and I'm sick of constant distractions. This will only take one minute.”
Whit looked at Itzal as if he had gone crazy; he began to quickly re-evaluate his alliance with him.

Meanwhile Zeke stalked the slot machines, trying to find an opening to attack. A pure white sleeve came down on Zeke, who instinctively blocked. A metallic clang could be heard from the mans arm, he jumped back, ripped his single white sleeve to reveal a white metallic gauntlet going all the way up his arm. It deployed blades all over it. Zeke remarked that it was similar in design to his gauntlets but it mattered not. The man proved skilled in combat, swinging his arm quickly and with strength. But he wasn't fast enough for Zeke, he parried the mans white arm and plunged his left fist into his face. Zeke's blades went straight through his head. The lifeless body slumped back; Zeke couldn't help but crack a smile. “God, I missed this.”