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July 4th, 2003Preshow Sam Fisher's locker room, 2 hours before the battle Sam Fisher, the Splinter Cell, was in his locker room cleaning the muzzle of his AK-47 rifle he brought with him to this tourny. Yeah, it's nice to bring all of this high-tech gadgetry and all, thought Sam, But, will this be enough to survive this tourny, let alone survive against someone like Magus? Just then, Sam heard a knock on his door. It was Max Payne, an old friend of his from his days in the Police Academy. "Max. Long time so see, old friend." said Sam. "Same here, Fisher. Are you ready for Magus, old friend?" "I guess so, Max. I happen to have my AK-47 with me and my Nightvision goggles as well along with my pistol and silencer. I hope it's enough to take down Magus. Wait a sec...Are you getting ready for your match, Max?" "Somewhat," replied Max Payne, "I just happen to have the secret weapon against Gordon Freeman." He grabbed a poster which he brought with him. It was a nearly nude poster of Tina Armstrong, one of last year's contestants. "Right, Max." snickered Sam, "What do you think a nudie poster can do against Gordon?" "Well, it's to cause a distraction, Fisher. Gordon lost to her last year and I found a poster of her, so if I use it, I'm going to win easily." With that, Max and Sam shook hands and went their seperate ways. Magus' Locker Room Magus was getting ready for his match by swinging his dread scythe across the floor of his locker room. Yeah, he knew magic and all, but he felt that he didn't need to use magic against such a pitiful mortal. Unfortunatly, he was with Crono in the same locker room. "I'm ready for Sam now." growled Magus. He was tired of waiting, tired of hiding in the shadow of Crono and his performance last year. Now, Magus was in the tourny and this time, not only will he make a mockery of the Splinter Cell on America's birthday, but he will do something no one could do last year...Take down the defending champion in the arena of combat. Link...You know I'm coming for you. You better take care of that fox and I'll see you in the Round of 16...I'll be waiting. The Battle Unlike most of the contestants, Sam Fisher suffered from no delusions of grandeur. He knew he was mortal. He knew that in the face of ridiculous odds, he had been best served by exploiting every cheap advantage there was. Surprise. Stealth. And simply avoiding conflict when necessary. He was a Splinter Cell. A lone agent trained to infiltrate, and operate below enemy radar. The NSA had grown to appreciate the abilities of what one man was able to as long as his presence was sufficiently masked. He was the best in his field at combat operations, but he wasn't Rambo. He had survived by outsmarting his enemies. His opponent was an enigma to him however. A magician wielding a scythe... but he didn't expect him to start cutting corn or pulling rabbits out of his hat. His foe's name was Magus, and he seemed more than confident in his ability to take out Sam. Sam needed an edge. So, he had offered a challenge to the overconfident wizard as they were about to take their places on the battlefield that morning. "You know you'll win." Magus had looked at him in surprise. "Yes I will. Nice of you to admit it." Sam had shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Yeah, you know we'll win if we fight now." He had really been hazarding a guess, he had little opportunity to see what the wizard could do. "I'd rather fight you on my turf. The night. I prefer to operate in the darkness myself." Magus had merely grinned at him. "I am a creature of shadow as well. You can have the fight your way, on your terms. I'll see you tonight." Magus turned around and left the arena. The audience had been enraged-Crono in particular couldn't believe that Magus had let the crowd down. But the time had passed eventually, and the crowd was gathered again. "They expect us to watch this fight in the dark?" Ganondorf had grumbled. "I was really hoping to see what my next victim could do. Even if it soon will be irrelevant." Crono was nearby, but he didn't say a word, as usual. He knew what Magus was capable of-and the operative Sam Fisher looked impressive as well. I just hope I don't have to fight Magus in there. Sam himself wasn't worried about the darkness. He felt at home. If the crowd had a hard time seeing him, than Magus wouldn't likely be much better off. And he had his own equipment to assist him. He switched on his night vision, and saw a green shape, with a fuzzy curved object he knew represented a scythe. "Are you finally ready?" Magus asked. "I could come back. If you prefer rainfall, hailstorms, or thunder and lightning for your ambience, I'm sure we could convince them to wait around." Sam shook his head. Then he realized the wizard probably couldn't detect the motion. He smirked and spoke up. "Let's go." ---- Magus nodded and raised his scythe. He didn't think the battle would be very interesting if he simply blasted the man right where he stood, so Magus decided to make it a physical battle. He dashed forward, his cape spreading in the cool night air. Keeping the man fix in his sights, he swung his blade in a horizontal cut. Naturally, he missed. He would have been disappointed if it had been otherwise. He felt the air, trying to detect the man's presence. He possessed so little magical or spiritual energy that it was a challenge. Apparently he had sidestepped out of the way... Magus saw a tiny flash of light as a little ping sounded, and felt a bullet tear through his cape. Almost without realizing it, he had instinctively used his magic to lift him in the air temporarily to try to avoid the shot. He quickly ran away from the spot where he stood, but heard a rapid succession of shots following him. A few of them managed to hit him in his left arm. Magus gritted his teeth, and charged with his scythe whipping through the air to where he last saw the light. He ran into nothing, and another shot had nearly hit him in the head. This is impossible, no one's instincts are that good. What is he... some kind of animal? Magus continued running around the arena, dodging and anticipating the fire as it whizzed through the air. He reached out with his mind... and realized his mistake. He can see me. He has some kind of device to amplify light. How sad... Melchior or any of the sages would have realized Sam's trick right away. Magus angrily shook his head. He had had enough. Magus raised one hand in the air and let off a lightning spell. A swirling spiral of light filled the arena, and the crowd gasped in awe. Sam Fisher stood just a few feet away from him under a headset, although the light must be blinding him. Magus directed the spiral towards Sam and watched the electrical force pour through his body. ---- Sam's equipment survived the shock, but he was a little worse for the wear. All his muscles wanted to twitch, but he controlled himself. The wizard was powerful, all right sure. And that lightning blast had blinded him to the point where he couldn't see well enough to get out of the way. He quickly put on his infared headset and pulled out his Splinter Cell automatic. He fired round after round into the direction of the magician, running sideways to avoid another blast like the last one. He saw his shots clearly hit the magician, and even traces of blood, but his opponent kept standing. That's one tough S.O.B.> Magus threw his hands up and huge chunks of ice appeared around him. Sam stopped firing-it would take more than his automatic to penetrate those, and the wizard was clearly up to something. The ice split up and flew at him through the air. Sam held back his disbelief and held down his trigger. He shot several pieces of ice out of the air, and the others he dodged to watch them crash down onto the ground. Sam reopened fire, but the wizard quickly repeated his previous spell and ice again surrounded him. This time however, a circle of fire formed inside the ice and began to flow outwards, turning the ice into water. Sam's infared headset was overloaded by the heat of the spell, and cried out as he felt the wave of flame pass through him. ---- Magus ran in the direction of the cry, but caught another bullet. He winced, and set up a magic wall. He could be guarded from physical attacks, but he would be unable to attack physically. Sam continued firing even as his shots were slowed down and absorbed by Magus's spell. Magus cast a dark bomb at Sam, and watched the black energy take its toll on the human. Sam was struggling to keep going. He was a worthy opponent, but he was out of his league, and his field. Magus looked at Sam with something akin to compassion. "I'm sorry." Sam looked back at him, sweating. "Why?" "Because a fighter such as yourself deserves better." Best to end it now... Magus threw another dark bomb at the fighter, attempting to focus the energies on Sam's head and knock the agent unconscious. He chose not to cast anything that might kill his foe... Sam had proven enough of a challenge to deserve that much. Besides, Crono always complained when he did something like that. Sam slumped forward and landed on the ground. Magus walked over to his defeated foe, making sure he was all right. The crowd began clapping and yelling, but Magus ignored them. Magus leaned over Sam. "You alive?" Sam gasped, but nodded. "Thanks" was all he managed to get out. Magus nodded back. "Thank you. May your skills serve you better in the future." Crono was cheering up in the stands, bragging to his fellow warriors that he actually knew that guy. Ganondorf was staring at him with a surprised expression. Magus burned inwardly as he thought about what the self titled king of evil had done to the boy, Tidus. You'll be next, wizard... and I won't hold back. Aftermath The crowd was in an uproar. Cheers of "Magus the Merciful!!!!" rung through the stadium. However, in the ever dwindling area closed off for the contestants, there was silence. "hmph...." muttered Crono to no one imparticular, "I thought he'd kill him." "I wish he'd killed him, that was boring. I couldn't see anything and then it was over." Bowser grunted, as he moved for the exit. All the contestants were talking as they returned to the hotel for rest for the next day. One person stayed, Ganondorf. "Amazing..." he whispered to himself. "So much power...all under his control." He magicians before, but never a dark magician (no refrence to Yu-Gi-Oh intended) . Could it be that this, 'Magus' possesed power that rivaled the Triforce. He had sensed an animal essence a primal power in him. One that reminded him of well, Ganon. "No matter," Ganondorf said aloud, "Only one who wields the Master Sword can slay me." He returned to the hotel, and slept. There was plenty of time to prepare for this new challenger. ---- Snake exited the arena, he had anticipated this but something about actually seeing it had made it more real. Fisher's strategy was sound, his marksmanship perfect, his weaponry top-of-the-line. Yet that had not been enough. could it be that magic was more effective than guns. "Heh, he just wasn't used to dealing with magic," Snake told himself. "He's just had to deal with inept guards the whole time, I take on the real freaks." "Keep telling yourself that," a dry voice said. "Maybe it'll becoem true." "Dante, didn't I tell you to stop bothering me?" Snake shot back at him. "Oh, I see you're in a bit of a fit from seeing another secret agent get whooped." Snake didn't respond. "I don't blame you, I'd be pretty upset if I were you, knowing that I had no chance in this contest." "Listen, are you gonna get to the point I have a match in a few weeks." Dante pulled out his two guns, Ebony and Ivory, and began spinning them around. "All I'm saying is that guns are all well and good, but...." Suddenly his body was engulfed in black skin and purple lightning. "If you don't have the magic to back it up, you're as good as dead." He turned around and began pumping purple lighting bolts into a spectators car, which exploded almost instantly. "I got better things to do than watch you destroy public property, kid." "Hahahaha...," chuckled Dante, "See you in Round 3." Next Entry Back |