Battle Royale! Game Complete!

Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.

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Zeke fell back as the twins attacked, these were obviously better, not to mention not human. A shame really, Zeke was getting used to good old fashioned human targets. Zeke dodged and parried each of the masked men attacks, Zeke easily had the reflexes to block and deflect, but with two opponents this skilled Zeke couldn't get an opening to strike.

Zeke decided to use the environment to his advantage, he took a quick back flip to gain some distance and rolled over a table, he quickly grabbed a pint glass full of, what Zeke assumed as beer and flung it at the less damaged twin, he didn't even flinch. Quickly looking around again he spotted a wooden stool behind him, it was light enough for Zeke to kick up and subsequently kick into the arm wielding twin. This gave better results, sending the man reeling back, enough time to take the other on. He deflected the knife blow and slit his throat effortlessly. He then leaped to the more damaged one, stepping other him while piercing his flesh with the blades on Zeke's feet. He didn't bother checking if they were alive or not, they weren't important.

Zeke headed towards Mike, while specifically searching for a certain item. He glanced round the casino floor until he found something. An Uzi, dropped by one of the patrons of the casino. Zeke got to Mike as he was launching an undead straight across the casino.

“How do I use this?”
“…Wha-you're kidding right?”
“I didn't know what a ‘gun' was until this whole competition. Now tell me.”
Mike let out an exasperated sigh “You point it and push that button.”

Zeke nodded as he glanced for a target, specifically Itzal or Whit. He glanced over to the bar, seeing Whit head there. “Ok. Throw me over there.”

“What?! With these things? You do know these are more for…cutting right?”
“Just wrap one round me or something I don't know.”
“Your funeral.”

The invisible force of one of Mike's vectors looped around Zeke's leg. It cut but Zeke's high pain threshold made it bearable. With great strength Mike swung Zeke round like a rag doll and flung him into Whit's direction.

Zeke flew the air and pointed the gun in Whit's general direction, he opened fire. Zeke didn't expect the recoil and as such he was very inaccurate. But it was enough of a threat for Whit to take notice.

Thinking automatically, Whit rolled over the bar, stray bullets surrounding him, obliterating the drinks behind him. Whit was drenched in every manner of alcoholic substances. Whit gave a confident smile as he remained unharmed.

The gun clicked as Zeke landed with a slight run, Zeke knew he hadn't hit Whit at all, he didn't mind though. He wasn't really aiming for him anyway. Zeke grabbed a piece of flaming debris, a chair leg turned torch and flung it in the bars direction.

Whit rose to return fire and saw the flaming torch flying towards him, once again, he processed the information nigh on instantly and ran to the side. The torch met the alcohol drenched bar and rose into an inferno terrifyingly fast. Whit ran and jumped the bar as it exploded; Whit was caught in the blast and flew across the room, crashing into a slot machine with a sickening crash. Whit coughed and grimaced with pain, he checked himself, nothing fatal, and his extra life definitely came in handy. What was more important now was that Zeke was running straight towards him, blades drawn, his eyes void of emotion.