Meanwhile back outside the Fxenodrome, the two men stood at a standstill. The tension in the air was thick, as they stared each other down. Fxeni gripped Yamalok tightly in his hands as he focused on his opponent. Hel tilts her head as she observes the scene, examining the target they were hunting. He seems familiar somehow... she ponders while looking at him.
Fxeni suddenly dashes at the General, thrusting Yamalok towards him in spear mode. He dodges it swiftly, and counters with a slash of his scythe. Fxeni dodged in return as well, and he attacked once more in scythe mode. They attacked each other viciously, none of them connecting. It was as if they could tell what the other would do before they did it.
Something's... odd about this, Fxeni thought as he attacked. His head started to throb painfully, and he could sense everything that his opponent would do. Trying to tune out the pain, he dodged and weaver through the General's attacks. He saw an opening and swung Yamalok up with his full strength, thwacking against the General's arm with a loud clang.
Clang? Oh ri- Fxeni starts to think, but is interrupted by a swift punch to the gut from the other robotic arm that sends him flying back. Yamalok tumbles to the ground next to the General.
"Pitiful," the General says as he walks up to Fxeni. "To think that so many people their hopes in you... such nonsense."
"I seem to recall winning last time," Fxeni retorted as he got back up.
"Yet I live. Some God of Death you are," the General spouted as he approached. "You're nothing but a fraud."
"I have little attachment to the name," Fxeni said as he dash forward again. He pulled out his blaster and shot quickly at the General. One of the shots pinged off the eye section of his mask, scorching a hole in it. As he yelped in pain, Fxeni took the opportunity to roundhouse kick him in the face, knocking the mask clean off. Fxeni watches as it tumbles to the ground, the electronics sizzling from the blaster shot. He glances up at the face of the General, this being the first glimpse he's ever had of it. Shock comes over him as he steps backwards, aiming his blaster at his unmasked opponent.
"Get a good glimpse while you can, whelp... it will be the last face you see!" the General exclaims with a sneer. Aside from some reconstructed robotic segments, the human face was a mirror image of Fxeni's own. He then started attacking Fxeni with his scythe.
"If you're what I think you are... why would you be following an evil emperor?!" Fxeni yelled, firing in retaliation as he dodged.
"Evil? That's merely a matter of perspective... only under the Emperor can there be true peace!" the General exclaims. "That's what that prophecy truly was."
Rather than entertain his opponent's ravings, Fxeni decided to rush over to Yamalok. He managed to grab it, at the price of getting a swift kick to the chest. He rolled on the ground and quickly regained his composure, then returned to attacking the General.
"The Emerald God of Death will defeat all enemies and restore peace, yes? I never believed in prophecies," Fxeni said as he parried the attacks that were sent his way.
"You should... you see, I am the true Emerald God of Death, the one true Reaper. Once I donned that name, one by one the blasted Resistance whelps all fell to my plans... Only feeble remnants remained, and they would have been dealt with quickly if it weren't for your meddling," the General, more formally known as the Reaper to his enemies, boasted.
"Ahhh... I get it now. You're just like Quickie... twisted by Wily II. I have no qualms putting you down knowing this," Fxeni said as he stabbed through one of Reaper's arms with Yamalok.
"You have not the right to speak his name!" Reaper yelled, kicking Fxeni away once more. He held his arm that was stabbed, which was now sparking. "I tire of you! I shall end you, and this filthy world you call home!"
"The only thing ending here is your babble," Fxeni said as he spat blood aside. "Lets end this."
(Stopping this here for now, mainly because I need a break from writing. Also don't want to Wall-O-Text it up too much.)