This next fight is between Shan Cassidy and the Ace of Chaos, because apparently having a master of chaos magic go against a random twenty-year-old who looks like she shops at Hot Topic is a fair fight.
The wheel goes spinny, and it lands on... wow, that's boring. It's just a bridge over a dark river at night. Shan's on one end of the bridge, and the Ace is on the other.
"...Well," he says, tilting his head. It would be hard to tell what he's feeling behind his mask, but his voice says it all. Chaos halos form around him.
She sighs. "More of this bullshit, huh? Whatever." She grips her bat tight. "Let's get this over with."
The Ace throws one of his halos. Shan, not taking any chances, dodges out of the way and starts running at him.
"I'd rather not have to do this, but you're not leaving me much choice," Shan says as she gets close to the Ace and prepares to swing her bat.
"I don't think you'll get the chance to do much of anything," the Ace replies as he grabs one of the chaos halos and slices it at her. She swings her bat into the chaos halo, but it cuts through the bat.
"I don't like that," she growls. "Hey, Unforgivable, mind backing me up a bit here?"
Shan smiles as tendrils made of shadow erupt from her back. "No problem," she says, her voice still the same but her tone far more malicious.
"Oh, good, she's got a Dying Man shard in her," says the Ace, backing up.
The Ace throws a chaos halo at Shan, or rather, the Unforgivable. She tosses it aside with one of her shadow tendrils and laughs.
"It's going to take a lot more than that to kill me, little man."
"How about this?" The Ace summons a chaos sword and charges, but she places a tendril on his chest and pushes him away. She's stiff-arming him with eldritch magic, in other words.
"Cute toys you've got there," she says, laughing.
"They're not."
The Ace slices the Unforgivable's tendril with his chaos sword. The Unforgivable tries to disarm him with another tendril, but he cuts that too and closes the distance between the two of them.
The Ace charges, cutting each tendril the Unforgivable sends at him, and moves to plunge his chaos sword into her chest. It's about to make contact, but she punches him in the chest, sending him sprawling back.
"I don't usually take such a direct approach, but let it never be said that I can't get my hands dirty if I have to," she says as she keeps the Ace on the ground with her shadow tendrils.
The Ace struggles to get up, but the Unforgivable rises up on several tendrils like some kind of bootleg Slender Man and pulls herself toward him. She lowers herself back to the ground and stabs the tendrils into his chest. It looks pretty damn nasty.
We have a winner: Shan Cassidy, or the Unforgivable, or whatever!
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