[ti]private[/ti]Knockout!

Orion’s heart pounded in his chest like thunder as his feet carried him down the dilapidated street. Each breath of air was a herculean labor met by horrific stabbing pain that ripped through his nerves like a wildfire. Blood oozed from several slashes along his chest, one arm hung limply, digital bones pulverized into powder by a mighty blow delivered by a lucky foe. Stupid fucking death games with their stupid fucking items, had this been a straight dust up he’d have been stacking bodies like sandbags, but now he was on the outs. His gaze kept flitting to the corner of his vision, where a timer was running. If he could last just one more minute he’d be in the money, and this would be a paycheck worth the pain.

If.

The stomping of metal alerted him to his opponent closing in on him. A short goblin of a human modeled after Danny Devito sat suspended in a metal harness, operating the controls of a ten foot tall mechanoid suit that looked like something straight out of Jame’s Cameron’s Avatar movie. A series of slurs too vulgar to rightfully include in this text chased after Orion, hailed with a dumpster that the mech suit scooped up and tossed.

“Fucking shit.”

Orion ducked down a side path, clear of crunching metal and staring at the time. Thirty seconds left, sick, he could do that.

“RION!” The gremlin roared. “I WILL HAVE MY VENGENCE!”

“FOR WHAT?” Orion spat, hauling ass down the dark path not bothering to see if he was being followed.

“YOUR COUSIN SAID I WAS A LOSER WHO JERKS OFF TO ANIME ALL DAY!”

“IS HE WRONG?”

The resulting howl and smashing of bricks let Orion know that while he might not be in the best fighting shape, he could still hit him where it hurt.

“IM GOING TO CRUSH YOU LIKE A FUCKING BUG YOU-” again, authorial discretion takes the day in not repeating any of that filth, jesus christ.

A stray brick managed to clip Orion’s shoulder, and then another the back of his leg sending him tumbling as pain seared through every ounce of his being. “SHIT.” He spat, sucking in a quick breath.

Fifteen seconds.

He forced himself to roll, his weight pressing against his fucked up arm and causing his vision to flash red as several alerts sounded off in his head, a veritable orchestra of “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” codified with bweeps and bwoops. Adrenaline coursed like fire through his veins as he managed to get to his feet and turn to face his attacker, a sneer on his face.

“ANY LAST WORDS?” The gremlin asked, the words Assmaster99 hovering in red text over his model.

“YOUR MOM SUCKED ME GOOD AND HARD THROUGH MY JORTS LAST NIGHT.” Orion growled between grit teeth.

“I’M GOING TO CRUSH YOU!”

“I CRUSHED YOUR MOM’S PU-”

Tw0 things happened at the same time, the timer that told Orion that he was in fact going to make some decent cash went off, and his entire world vanished as the mechanical arm of the mech smashed him to paste.

Fucking Items.