Here it is, folks, the final battle! A matchup for the ages, fought between Shan Cassidy, who's somehow made it this far despite her weapon being held together with duct tape, and Drake Miri, who's somehow made it this far despite being Drake Miri!
The wheel goes spinny and lands on a ruined castle. The walls are destroyed rather than breathing, so I assume this isn't the Crumbling Castle, but it's still appropriately ominous. Nice and foggy, as well.
Drake sees Shan and readies his tonfas. He runs towards her and raises them into the air, but she blocks the attack with her forearm and shoves, sending him stumbling backwards. As he regains his footing, she takes a swing with her metal bat. It impacts his forehead with a pretty nasty sound, but it seems like the weight of the collision combined with the thickness of Drake's skull is too much for the poor bat, and the top half flies off.
As Shan glances over to the side to see what the metallic clang she just heard was, Drake slams a tonfa into her chest.
The air's back in her lungs now. She runs forward, and Drake's eyes are suddenly getting very wide as he realizes what's going on.
Shan strikes Drake in the stomach with the handle of her bat, and he doubles over. She elbows him in the head. He hits her in the leg with a tonfa, but she knees him in the groin. As he's collapsed to the ground in pain (ouch), Shan runs over to the top half of her bat and picks it up. She takes out a roll of duct tape from her sweatshirt and tapes her bat back together, but Drake is starting to recover.
Drake gets up. He runs towards Shan with his tonfas ready. Her back is turned to him. She doesn't see her attacker coming. Ooh, this is gonna be bad.
But just as Drake gets close enough to hit her, Shan hears him coming, turns around, and hits him square in the head with her newly-repaired bat! Ooh, that's gotta hurt! He's back on the ground, and this time it looks like he's down for the count.
We have a winner!
...Hold on a second.
Shan turns around and looks right up at the announcer's booth. That's where I am, folks, in case you were wondering.
"Who are you people anyways?" she shouts upwards. "Why are you arranging these tournaments?"
"Legally, I'm not allowed to answer that." If I can confide in you here, ladies and gents and the like, I'm getting a bit nervous at this point.
Those shadowy tendrils coming from her back don't look good.
"Well," says the Unforgivable. "Shan doesn't seem to have the stomach to kill you. As it happens, I'm not too keen on this tournament thing either, so I'm just going to have to do it for her."
She's pointing up at my booth, and the tendrils are coming upwards. I'm gonna run now- oh, god, they're following me, someone help-
(Ahem.) Hello, this is another announcer speaking. Apologies for the interruption, but it seems Bryn has been forced to exit prematurely. We're sure she'll be fine. No need to worry about her.
Enjoy the rest of your day, and... stay safe out there.
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