MD100: Fallout (c) vs. Theron Daggershield - Elite X Championship Ladder Match
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The conditions for victory had now become conspicuous as a result of Fallout's perpetual labour. Fallout now only had to demolish the fragile, damaged boundaries that stood before him to complete his act as a catalyst. And the source of those boundaries were present in Stephenville, Texas, where a passageway to the frayed ends of sanity would have to be taken to ensure success.
Looks could be deceiving however, as the boundaries in question could not be broken by conventional means. Instead, the gateway to the mental abyss required an unorthodox key that Fallout, under strict orders from Oleg Yeltsin to mount a major psychological offensive on the enemy, sought to retrieve and control.
Fallout had deeply engulfed himself in the crepuscule of the night sky as he perched on an inclination, undertaking a stakeout operation before conducting a merciless raid. Like a sentinel, he proficiently observed the area for any indication of activity, any meager source of life inferior to himself. As his perceptive safeguard continued to monitor the locale, Fallout began to fathom the danger that awaited him. Whilst Fallouts endurance eclipsed any other human by a startling degree, there was no guarantee that Fallout would fully withstand the lunacy omnipresent in the twisted, infernal realm he was about to infiltrate and neutralize. Fallout could gauge the potency of the dimension by its grounding effects on the coterie of misfits. Did he want to contaminate his body, mind and soul like the humans before him?
Fallout then began to sense the pusillanimity forging within him, and a wave of vehement animosity encompassed his body at a swift speed. The morbidly astute soldier began to feel an acute pain in his mind as images of the boy who managed to withstand Ace Stevens and Vega despite losing his dice, his sword and his friends flashed through his mind, the boy who stole Fallouts placement in the King For A Day match and the boy who had spawned a nightmare even Fallout feared. The boy was...
Theron Daggershield! Fallout screeched explosively, clenching his fists and rearing his mask to the lustrous radiance of the moonlight, unable to seal his displeasure anymore. Panting dejectedly as his heavy voice shattered the silence of the Stephenville streets, he rapidly burrowed behind the verdant protuberance on which he previously lay and tumbled into a cavernous trench to avoid detection from the inhabitants.
After a significant fragment of time had elapsed and dead air had broken out once again, Fallout cautiously veered his head from the ditch to calibrate the disturbance. Remarkably, tranquillity presided the street and Fallout sensed no disturbance in the atmosphere. As he frantically scrambled to his preceding position, the hatred continued to flow through his blood stream, for Theron Daggershield had indirectly put Fallouts commission in jeopardy. Having regained his composure on the hilltop, Fallouts rage had begun to slowly secrete from within him.
I despise you, Theron Daggershield. Fallout hissed harshly, but covertly as to not attract any unnecessary scrutiny. I despise the fact that you create exuberance in the humans, whilst they resent the ultimate instrument of warfare that is me. You are little more than an introverted recluse, like the rest of your clique, but you attempt to disguise this by appealing to the audiences emotion with your whimsical demeanour and your aerial finesse. Let it be said that I can see through these manipulative, intricate lies you are weaving to the unperceptive masses Theron, and at Meltdown 100, when I finally devastate you, you will have insufficient time to even react to the slaughter I will bring."
"I despise the fact that you have to resort to hiding in your fantasy fortress of solitude to escape the various dilemmas that are occurring in your life, Theron. I have been on the threshold of death, skirmishing for my life and death took Viktor Petrov as compensation instead. But I, Fallout survived. If I could survive one of the most calamitous disasters on the planet and develop to be the transcendent weapon, then I survive nearly anything. Whats more, I can adapt. I can use these disasters, these atrocities to shape me into a deadlier weapon. Whilst you on the other hand must shelter yourself from the horror and despair that rampantly roams this earth. But tonight, that ends. Tonight, your world will go up in flames, and then your war, and then...your life.
But most of all, I despise the fact that youre even allowed to receive an opportunity at my Elite X Championship at all. If Dr Zeus, a human I regard to be of a higher quality is slain at my hands, what chance do you have after having your livelihood and friendships ruptured? Broken emotionally and mentally beyond repair when tonight has concluded, you will finally be physically dispatched in our final encounter, and I will continue to harvest the sorrow of many more warriors that are audacious enough to challenge me, whether it be S.H.I.T or Baez at Unscripted. After having prevented me from attaining victory, or even access in the King For A Day match, it is without question a justified punishment.
Tonight is where you lose the thing you hold most dear to you, Theron Daggershield. Your final avenue of escape will be dispatched, and there will be nowhere to run or hide. I will enter your territory and annihilate all that stands in my path. I will be the only thing standing when I am finished, and your world will be enveloped by an everlasting, powerful inferno. When all is said and done, you will be a ruin of a man, Theron Daggershield. Like Joey Sexton, Doctor Coberer, Bobby Adams and Corvus before you, you will fade into obscurity and I will take my rightful position as the final survivor of my WZCW class. Unlike them however, you will receive the full force of my omnipotence, and finally finally you will be destroyed.
And so, it begins with the acquisition of a key Fallout stated to himself professionally, savouring the final word of his sentence. Tiffany. he completed joyfully.
Fallout then spiralled from the mound of grassy terrain and crept silently and with haste to his destination. His crusade had begun.
***
Tiffany had settled down in the Misfits sanctuary in an attempt to elude from the troubles that had befallen not only her friends, but her cherished boyfriend Theron too. Tiffany understood that by entering the den she put her safety and her well-being in severe peril; but like Theron, she needed a fortress of solitude to discharge her ascending burdens, and she was willing to take the enormous risk.
As Tiffany began to sit down in order to initiate gameplay, a flagrant cry of anguish bellowed throughout the entire neighbourhood Theron Daggershield!.
Instantaneously, Tiffany identified the impregnable issue: Fallout had begun yet another brutal assault on the den, and there was no guarantee that she would survive, let alone remain unscathed should Fallout detect her presence. However, she remained calm and reticent, as Theron had instructed her to do so should such a situation like this arise.
Picking herself up quickly from the solidified floor, she turned to the derelict coffee table adjacent to her left and retrieved a large weapon leaning awkwardly against the base. Slumping the weapon over her shoulder blades, she promptly crept to the bathroom and hid behind the sink contiguous to the door frame. She then locked the sturdy, wooden door and began to enter deep, vigorous thought. She felt like she wanted to cry. Both Theron and Fallout had been advertised for the house show that night, yet only Theron had attended. Because of this, Tiffany had every reason to feel secure that night, but it was not to be. Her hero was pre-occupied and her villain was hunting for her. It was a living nightmare.
Clutching her weapon before her chest, she understood that resistance would be futile against the monster that foraged relentlessly for her, and her conscience beseeched for the irradiated beast not to distinguish her.
Her pray was in vain.
Fallout by this time had viciously penetrated the apartment and now stood in the play room, in a mind-set of intent investigation for his required key. He smelt the fumes of sweat from the floor and began to callously taunt the now-cowering Tiffany.
I know you are near. Fallout crooned mockingly, casually strolling closer to the bathroom. Accept your liberation like a good little human.
Tiffany began to convulse with fear, beginning to fully comprehend her hapless fate. She continued to point the weapon at the door, willing to do anything to shield herself from Fallout.
Fallout pressed his ear against the bathroom door and onerous, fast breathing became audible. Only a small piece of wood separated the predator from his prey. Fallout knew the end was nigh.
Gradually drawing his foot backwards, Fallout then drove it with great violence and velocity through the timber like a jackhammer.
BANG A black foot had accessed the room. Tiffany was petrified as the foot drew back to repeat its journey.
BANG Fallouts entire lower leg was visible to Tiffany. Tiffany struggled to keep her grip on the weapon.
BANG The complete leg was exposed. Tiffany threw an inaccurate lunge at Fallouts calf, causing the weapon to spill out of her hands due to its weight.
Fallout drew himself back to harness the most power for his final punt as Tiffany valiantly jostled to reclaim her weapon. Fallout made sure to raise his foot to form an appropriate entrance.
CRASH A full hole in the door had been formed. Fallout then burst into the room, and within moments, Fallout had disarmed his adversary and had tackled the woman against the solid wall with his own shoulder blade. One of Fallout's hands had pinned Tiffany against the wall by covering her mouth in order to prevent her from screaming, whilst the other held the weapon he had intercepted from. He began to survey the weapon and slowly and carefully spun it in his hand. Unbeknownst to Tiffany, in her haste, she had picked up one of Theron's prop swords, made from a dense plastic. Fallout chuckled at the evidence before him.
"Fool." he mocked. "Theron can't save you now. And if I did not require need of you, you would have been annihilated, just like the feeble freaks in your faction."
Tiffany attempted to defy Fallout, but due to the circumstances that had befallen her, an incoherent mumble was all that was audible to Fallout.
"You don't need to say anything yet." Fallout gloated menacingly. "Allow me to orient you with my agenda tonight."
Fallout then flicked the sword into a horizontal position with his hands before striking the object maliciously on his kneecap, snapping the weapon into two halves. As the disbanded blade collapsed to the floor, Fallout tightly grasped Tiffany's wrist with his free hand.
"I want to enter Theron's world." he declared neutrally and without emotion. "And it is no secret as to why I require access. However, I cannot simply invade this world alone. That is why I necessitate for you to assist me in accessing it for me. Educate me, and finally, our hostility will cease. Failure to comply or misinforming me...will allow me to introduce you to my very own world. A world of anfractuous and tortuous suffering and pain."
Fallout proceeded to remove his hand from Tiffany's mouth and proposed her the crucial question: "Are you in...or out?"
Tiffany reflected on this statement briefly in her racing, panicked mind. She had determined that Fallout was very quick to adapt and learn having viewed his matches on television previously, and a board game would be far more easy to master than potent combat in WZCW. By being disobedient, she put not only put her life in danger and could potentially devastate Theron's own livelihood, she was also achieving absolutely nothing, as she was delaying the inevitable. Co-operation was by far the optimum option.
"In." he spluttered, recovering from the ruthless tackle Fallout had battered her with.
"Time to play the game." Fallout chirped savagely, drawing the lucky dice from his trouser pocket and rolling it between his digits. With that, he dragged Tiffany firmly into the playroom to finally plunge into aberration and to finally decimate Theron Daggershield's home.
***
"Marrmell, we are ready!" A voice called out. "At your command, we will raze this village to the ground!"
Marrmell did not acknowledge this information at first. Instead, he took his time to inspect his deviating, peculiar surroundings. He found himself in the vicinity of vast, towering trees, at the end of a woodland area. Caliginous nightfall had engulfed the landscape that provided some difficulty in viewing distant areas. However, in the near distance, Marrmell saw a silent, bare village before him. This was obviously the desired target.
Marrmell then turned around to face a small force of militants, equally as enthusiastic to eradicate the small town standing before them. The combatants stood expressionless, heavily clad in steel armour, each wearing a helmet that shielded their face. They possessed a wide variety of medieval weaponry, each enchanted with the destructive force of fire. They stared back at Marrmell, awaiting his order.
"Are you ready?" the same soldier queried again, with a hint of impatience in his voice, keen to unleash hell on his unfortunate target.
Marrmell spiralled his body to overlook the quiet village once more. With his gauntlet coated hands, he unsheathed a great, long sword and indicated it at the village. When the apex of the weapon was parallel with the village, the blade blazed into flames, signalling that carnage may be unleashed.
"Charge!" the operative bellowed vehemently. An vociferous roar broke out behind Marrmell as the warriors behind him sprinted audaciously past him. Marrmell then entered an intimidating march, allowing for his battalion to overtake them on their path to subvert the village. Marrmell did not wish to partake in the desolation. Instead, he yearned to spectate the havoc he had created.
Marrmell stood on a portion of highland as he watched his contingent infiltrate the hamlet. The catastrophe was inconceivable. Everything they touched erupted into a blazing inferno, as they generated their alternative to a wicker man. Marrmell profoundly relished every cinder, every spark of fire that spread.
However, Marrmell was so deeply invested in the cataclysm that he did not perceive a small, nimble warrior sneaking up behind him, with the intent to assassinate him. Clutching two daggers in his modest hands, he knew Marrmell was responsible for the annihilation his village had suffered, and he had sworn vengeance at that very moment. He lunged wildly at Marrmell's spine, his daggers primed and ready to incise Marrmell's armour and flesh.
At the last moment, Marrmell spun around and struck the intruding vigilante with a critical blow from his conflagrant sword. The vigilante howled in agony as he fell to the ground in a harrowing heap. Marrmell, unflinching and impassive, slowly wandered towards the paladin. Staring coldly at the convulsing, screaming body, Marrmell decided that he would introduce his victim to a level of turmoil only he had suffered.
Placing the warrior in position for the Half-Life, Marrmell continued his march to the scorched, smouldering village whilst carrying his casualty to the fire and flames.
As Marrmell approached the hamlet however, the vigilante began to recover from the brutal strike and began to struggle from the cold-blooded barbarian's grasp. Marrmell contested to maintain his embrace, but the warrior managed to slip out of Marrmell's clutch and stood before Marrmell, scowling passionately at him.
Marrmell proceeded to swing furiously at his combatant's neck, but he swiftly ducked under the blade's rotation and by using all of his might, managed to tackle the barbarian into a derelict, burning building. Both fighters fell to the ground, with flames on the brink of enveloping the pair of them.
The vigilante desperately attempted to scramble out of the building, but Marrmell managed to grasp his leg first. The warrior, on one leg, tried to hop through the exit, but Marrmell spun him around and struck his assailant with a forceful Half-Life on the wooden floor. Marrmell clambered out of the room moments before the inferno became too much to bear.
Once outside, he knew that he was triumphant. It was at this point that Marrmell uttered his first words since the assault began.
"Welcome to my wasteland." he growled heartlessly, exhaling heavily after the ordeal. "Like so many before you, warfare has eradicated you."
The building collapsed from the damage it had received, as the combustion continued to grow.
"Shantih...shantih...shantih." Marrmell whispered to his prey.
***
Tiffany could no longer endure the horror that she had witnessed any longer. With Fallout's recent, yet chronic devotion to the game at hand, Tiffany decided that she had a small timeframe to successfully flee. Without hesitation, she stood up and began to sprint out of the room, refusing to accept the terror behind.
She didn't get far before a hand grasped her by the scruff of her neck and an assertive voice demanded that she should "Marvel at the terrible beauty that has been born."
Fallout then turned Tiffany around and tempted her vibrant imagination. Her mind desperately endeavoured to not think, but images of warfare and bloodshed entered her mind once more. She could withstand the torrent no longer.
She fell limp and Fallout allowed for her unconscious body to plummet to the ground. Little did Fallout know, Tiffany had lied to Fallout all along. It was not Theron's world that Fallout had been allowed to pollute, but one Fallout himself had created. Tiffany had encased Fallout's entire mind with warfare, but by doing this, she had made Fallout more determined than ever to destroy Theron Daggershield once and for all.
Adrenaline had set into Fallout's system as he stood in the centre of the play-room. In one hand, he compacted the dice he had confiscated between his fingers and palm. In the other, he grabbed a nearby alarm clock and began to stare at the time. Midnight.
"It has struck midnight on the doomsday clock for you, Theron Daggershield." Fallout purred, continuing to glare at the hands of the clock. "Your girlfriend has succumbed to my influence, your fantasy realm is in tatters, and now, only your WZCW career remains intact. After Meltdown 100, you will be nothing. The ladder is a metaphor for you and I, Theron Daggershield. I shall ascend the ladder whilst you will descend from the ladder, just like our respective futures. I will continue to defend the Elite X Championship with my life, as it is a monument to all the hardships that have transpired throughout my life, whereas you will finally capitulate to the chronic despair that have brought upon you."
Fallout then aggressively threw the alarm clock against the wall, no longer requiring use for it anymore.
"All of the humans I have met..." Fallout thundered. "They were oil for the jaws of the war machine. But you, Theron Daggershield..."
Fallout paused as he savoured these words strongly.
"You will be the feast."
Theron's Merry Band Of Misfits
The scene opens to a view of Theron at the bar of the arena in Firemont. He is sitting on a barstool in a mostly empty bar. An attractive brunette female half elf bartender brings him a drink.
Half Elf Bartender: That was a great match, Sir Theron! Are you here to celebrate your victory?
Theron: No, I mainly needed a moment to relax after a long string of frustrations.
Half Elf Bartender: Want to talk about it? I often find that my customers feel better when I give them advice.
Theron: Maybe another time.
Half Elf Bartender: Alright, well, enjoy your drink.
The bartender goes back to making drinks for her other customers, as Theron drinks his drink. He closes his eyes and momentarily has a smile on his face. The bartender looks over at him, and notices that he is already in a better mood.
Half Elf Bartender: It's good, huh? That is my most popular drink. I make it for all the gladiators.
Theron: It's delicious, thank you. I needed that.
At that moment, a red haired dwarf comes into the bar. He looks around and begins walking up to Theron once he notices him. It is Bobo Ogronorf, one of the officials from the arena.
Bobo: Theron, there you are. I've been trying to find you ever since you won your match. I have good news for you, boy!
Theron, still drinking his drink, has his back to the dwarf.
Bobo: Marrmell retained the Regional Championship in his title match against Davkas Diamonddeath!
Theron puts his drink down and turns around.
Theron: How is THAT good news?
Bobo: Because I have chosen YOU to be his next opponent. You have a Regional Championship match against Marrmell at tomorrow's show. It's going to be a Ladder Match! The Masked Barbarian Marrmell defends his Regional Championship against The Warblade Theron Daggershield! The title will be on a raised platform that you must climb a ladder to reach. Ladders can be used as legal weapons. That victory you had over Vire Silverclaw was very impressive. If you had what it took to defeat the final champion of the Chaos Division, then you may just be ready to hold a title yourself. Get some rest, you'll need it!
Bobo pats Theron on the back and exits the bar. Theron chugs the rest of his drink.
Theron: Finally. This is my chance to get my revenge. Marrmell's days of holding that belt are numbered.
He faces the bartender who is now cleaning glasses.
Theron: How much do I owe you for that drink?
She looks at Theron.
Half Elf Bartender: That one's on me, handsome. Just promise me you'll win. I hate that Marrmell, he never tips me or any of my waitresses!
She winks at Theron and turns back around to continue cleaning glasses. He smiles and leaves her a small tip on his way out. Theron was the last customer to leave the bar that evening. It is getting dark. He decides to return to the cathedral to rest where his allies are still recovering from Marrmell's assault.
Theron: I'm worried about the others. Especially Kirilah. I never should have left her alone. She can hold her own in a fight, but not against Marrmell if he were to attack again.
Suddenly, Kirilah's voice can be heard, spoken through telepathy.
Kirilah: Theron! Where are you? I need your help! It's Marrmell, he's-
Theron: Kirilah?
Realizing that Kirilah may be in danger he hurries to the cathedral as fast as he can.
Theron: I'm coming, Kirilah!
Scene fades out. Scene fades back in to the room where Theron's allies had been resting. Davivel is the only one who is conscious enough to speak. The floating skull Neep is floating around in circles above the unconscious allies. Kirilah is nowhere to be seen. Theron rushes into the room.
Theron: Kirilah! Where are you!?
Theron looks around and sees that Davivel is awake. He goes over to the cleric.
Theron: Did you see what happened? Where is Kirilah?
Davivel: Marrmell has her.... He came and.... threatened to kill us if she did not come with him....
Theron: No.... He already has a championship belt he never deserved and my lucky rubies that I never got back. He is NOT taking Kirilah from me!!!! Where did he go!? Did he say anything about where they went?
Davivel points to a note on the floor. Theron picks it up and reads it.
"Hello Theron Daggershield, I have taken your paladin girlfriend as my hostage. She will be sacrificed to the almighty Shar, but not until after our match. I want to make you suffer in ways you never thought possible, for I am the superior barbarian. Come to the Fire Shrine of the New Church of Shar. It is located in the basement of the Firemont Arena. If you value the paladin's life, you better hurry. Up until then, she and I are going to play a little game.
Marrmell
PS: Your rubies are here too."
At that moment the level of anger and andrenaline Theron was feeling caused his fire elemental genetics to become dominant over his elven genetics. His skin turns a deep shade of red, similar to his armor's color, glowing like burning coals. His hair turns orange, and his eyes glow a bright shade of red.
Theron: Marrmell is going to regret this! That's the last straw!
Theron throws the note on the floor and slashes furiously at a statue in the middle of the room, shattering it into several tiny pieces that all catch on fire from his Falchion which too had begun burning. He lets out a primal scream as the scene fades out to black. Everything is silent for a few seconds, then Kirilah's voice can be heard while the screen is still black.
Kirilah: You want me to do what....?
Scene fades in to Marrmell's lair, an underground chamber in the Fire Shrine located underneath the Firemont Arena. It appears to still be under construction. Several ladders line multiple floors of the unfinished wall of the tall chamber. Marrmell and Kirilah are at the top of the wall. Marrmell is wearing black and silver armor lined with red. His helmet masks his face so that only two glowing eyes can be seen. Underneath the helmet, his head is full of scars. Camera zooms out to reveal that Marrmell is holding a box.
Marrmell: I hear Theron delves into another dimension often, located in this box. Teach me how to get there, how to play.... THIS!
He opens the box. It reveals a set of miniature statues and maps, all of which have the logo for the fantasy game "Labyrinths & Leviathans".
Kirilah: Labyrinths and Leviathans? Why in Mystra's name would someone like you want to play that game?
Marrmell: The people in that world have never learned what true suffering means, I intend to show it to the same people Theron saves daily. Now I order you to teach me how to enter this realm so I can destroy all of the towns Theron saved.... Or else I will kill you to be offered up to the almighty Shar as a sacrifice before Theron gets here. I'd rather wait, so he can be forced to watch you suffering when he arrives.
Kirilah: Well, you.... use your imagination and roll the 20 sided gemstone to determine if your action can be carried out or not. But first you have to pick a job class. That's what the little statues are.
Marrmell looks at each of the job class miniatures. He pulls out a caped figurine that has a sword and shield, it has the words "Ravager" on it.
Marrmell: What does THIS one do?
Kirilah: That's the Ravager. Those have the highest chance of chaining together lethal hit threats.
Marrmell looks at her with a look of frustration.
Marrmell: Speak in that ridiculous jargon again, and it will be the last time you speak.
Kirilah: It just means he's a warrior who can also cast spells, he's good at chaining together both types of attacks. Ravagers are Theron's favorite job class.
Marrmell: His taste in job classes is terrible.
Marrmell throws the Ravager figurine over the edge of the wall they are standing on top of, down to the very bottom of the chamber. Marrmell looks in the box and picks up another miniature. This one has a fancy looking robe and a staff. It says "Medic" on it.
Marrmell: What about this one?
Kirilah: You wouldn't like that one. That's a Medic. He heals the weak and revives the unconscious.
Marrmell throws the Medic figurine over the edge of the wall and it falls down near where the Ravager figurine had ended up. He takes out another figurine. This one has a cloak and a pointy hat. It says "Synergist" on the back.
Marmell: And this one?
Kirilah: That's a Synergist. They primarily cast magic spells.
Marrmell: BORING! Which one can inflict the most pain on the townspeople?
Kirilah: Probably a Commando if you want to go purely based off strength, but a Chaotic Evil caster could unleash all sorts of-
Marrmell: The Commando. I like the sound of that.
Marrmell shifts through the miniatures until he finds the Commando figurine. It is the largest figurine of the group with a full suit of armor.
Marrmell: Ok. I'm a Commando. Now, how do I get to the town?
Kirilah: You're not in the town yet. You have to pick a race, a name, a deity, an alignment, and you have to roll your stats.
Marrmell: I.... don't.... what did I tell you about jargon!? Just make me the most powerful Commando of all!
Kirilah rolls her eyes.
Kirilah: Ok. You're Logain, a Ronso from the snowy mountains, you're Lawful Evil, a Commando, and worship Enuo the deity of darkness.
Marrmell laughs maniacally.
Marrmell: Now that's perfect. Alright so am I in the town now?
Kirilah: Sure.... You're in the town of Corneria.... What do you want to do now?
Marrmell: Make the townspeople suffer.
Kirilah: Which one? The Guado man standing to your right, the human girl riding her Chocobo outside the tavern, the Moogle who just walked out of the item shop? You have to specify.
Marrmell: All of them! I'll steal everything they own and then torture them!
Kirilah: Roll the 20 sided gemstone.
Marrmell rolls the 20 sided gemstone. It lands on a 7.
Kirilah: You failed. The lower you roll, the worse you did in what you tried to do and you needed a 12 or higher to steal from a civillian. The Guado man next to you laughs at you for failing to steal from him.
Marrmell: That fool will regret that. I kick him as hard as I can!
Marrmell rolls the 20 sided gemstone, it lands on a 17.
Kirilah: You kicked him. Now you roll the 6 sided one to determine the damage you did to him.
Marrmell rolls the 6 sided gemstone, it lands on a 4.
Kirilah: He's still alive, but is down on the ground screaming in agony. The other townspeople are now looking at you in fear that they will be next.
Marrmell: Ha ha ha ha! Now I will begin to take over this town! I will make it the capitol of my empire!
Kirilah has a look of concern on her face. Marrmell laughs maniacally. Scene fades to black for a moment, and then fades in to Theron approaching a door at the arena. It has a sign on it that reads "Fire Shrine Entrance. New Church of Shar Members only!" Theron has reverted to his normal appearance, and Neep is floating behind him.
Theron: So this must be it then. Why under the arena though, and why the obvious sign? I feel like this could be a trap of some sorts. Are you ready, Neep?
Neep: Neep!
Theron opens the door, he and Neep both enter. Inside they find a sanctuary with crimson pews and stained glass windows depicting pictures of fire. The pews are empty. There is an altar and a door behind it beyond the pews, Theron opens the door. Four Fire Cultists are in there, they each leap at Theron trying to hit him with aerial punches. Theron manages to dodge each of their attacks.
Theron: Let me guess, fire cultists right? It wouldn't be a Shar Cult Shrine without some of you guys running around.
Theron takes out his Falchion and launches at the cultists, who are all standing right next to each other. Scene fades out to black for a moment, and then fades in to a view of Marrmell laughing maniacally, he is still holding his Commando figurine.
Marrmell: That will teach those peasants to disobey their emperor! Now I order my army to invade the nearest town so they can burn it down.
Kirilah: Stop! That's enough! Those poor people have suffered too much!
Marrmell: Nowhere near as much as Theron will suffer when he gets here. I will rule the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation just as I have in the Labyrinths & Leviathans universe! I no longer need this box.
Marrmell throws the game box and all of its contents other than the Commando figurine over the edge of the wall. The box lands near where the Medic figurine had been thrown. Theron walks inside with Neep behind him. Theron sees the game box.
Theron: What's a Labyrinths & Leviathans set doing down here?
He picks up the 20 sided gemstone from the floor and puts it in his pocket. Theron then looks up, and can see Kirilah and Marrmell at the top of the wall.
Theron: Kirilah! I'm here to save you!
Neep: Neep!
Theron: Oh, yeah. Neep's here too!
Camera shifts to Marrmell who goes over to the edge of the wall and looks down at Theron.
Marrmell: So glad of you to join us, Theron Daggershield! You're just in time to watch your paladin girlfriend be sacrificed to Shar! Right before our Championship match!
Marrmell walks over to a large stack of barrells and picks one up. Final Fantasy 5's Gilgamesh Battle theme begins to play in the background now and continues to play on repeat through the following scenes.
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Marrmell: Now to make your destruction a little more interesting!
Marrmell throws the barrell down in Theron's direction. The camera angle switches to Theron who leaps out of the way of the barrell, which crashes down onto the floor next to him. Theron begins running up to the nearest ladder to try to climb up the wall.
Marrmell: (heard from above) Let's see if luck truly is on your side!
Theron hangs onto the ladder, and watches as a few more barrells are thrown over the edge of the wall. Theron hangs on tightly onto the ladder as another barrage of barrels is thrown down where he was previously standing. A look of realization appears on his face.
Theron: I get it now.... I understand what you were trying to tell me the other day, Kirilah....
The music decreases in volume quite a bit, but keeps playing. Scene uses a mosaic animation as it changes to a flashback of the conversation Theron had with Kirilah about Mystra back at the cathedral.
Kirilah: I do not fear him or the cult. You need to go prepare for your match with Vire. I'll pray for Mystra to protect me as I restore the others' health.
Theron: Are you INSANE? Marrmell took out all 4 of our allies! You cannot survive an encounter with him by yourself!
Kirilah: Divine intervention is a powerful thing, Theron. You should take my faith more seriously. Mystra might just save your life too someday if you open yourself up to the teachings and trust in her.
Scene fades back to the present using a mosaic animation. Theron is still hanging from the ladder, now with a determined look on his face. The music once again plays at normal volume.
Theron: Kirilah!!!! If you can hear me, I get it now! I accept Mystra as my deity!
Kirilah: (heard from above) Pray to her, Theron!
Theron climbs up the ladder and has made it to the second floor of the chamber. He looks up to see that he still has more floors to climb up. Suddenly, it gets quiet from up top. Theron rushes hastily to the next ladder and begins climbing up. He is able to make it up to the third floor. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath.
Marrmell: (heard from above) Did you think it would be that easy? Take this!
Suddenly not one, but four barrels come rolling down the ladder above Theron. He points his Falchion at the barrels.
Theron: MYSTRA! LEND ME YOUR POWER!
A beam of holy energy shoots from the blade, destroying each barrel.
Theron: That was awesome....!
Theron looks to his right, at the end of the platform lies a pair of gauntlets. As he grabs the gauntlets he hears a divine sounding voice.
????: Those are the Fire Gauntlets of Mystra. Equip them alongside your Water Shield and Wind Helmet.
Theron puts each of the three artifacts on and instantly feels more powerful. Scene switches to Marrmell at the top of the wall. He has run out of barrels.
Marrmell: He's more resilient than I thought, there is no way an inferior warrior like him should have survived all those barrels. Time to bring in reinforcements!
Marrmell whistles loudly.
Marrmell: Fire Cultists! Attack the warrior of Mystra!
Two Fire Cultists of Shar wearing red martial arts gear run out into the room next to Marrmell. They look at each other and nod their heads, before approaching Kirilah to attempt to attack her with a flurry of kicks.
Marrmell: Not her, you IDIOTS! That one! Down there!!!!
Both of the cultists jump down onto the fifth floor, which Theron has now climbed up to. They are one floor beneath Marrmell now. The cultists look at each other and nod. They both get on their knees, point a fist outward, and close their eyes.
Kirilah: (heard from above) Theron! Use the gauntlets to block that attack! They are immune to fire projectiles!
The fire cultists channel a fireball that flies toward Theron. He is able to use the gauntlets to deflect the fireball back at the cultists. It hits one of them in the face, burning him. The cultist, no longer aware of where he is due to the pain from the burning he feels on his face, bumps into his ally. This causes them both to get incredibly dizzy and they both fall over the edge. Theron laughs to himself and climbs up the ladder to his right and reaches the top floor. Marrmell is still holding the Commando figurine.
Marrmell: Impressive. I underestimated you. However, I have a Regional Championship match to win. Might I remind you, we are directly beneath the arena. If you want my belt.... or THESE.... follow me.
Marrmell pulls out Theron's pouch that contains the stolen lucky rubies. Then Marrmell laughs and runs out the door. The music stops playing now. Theron rushes over to Kirilah, who is on her knees crying.
Theron: Are you alright? What did he do to you?
Kirilah: He made me teach him how to create an empire in Labyrinths and Leviathans. It was horrible, those poor people!
Theron: That explains why he was holding onto that Commando figure. You're safe now. Come on. We have to hurry before we lose him.
Theron, Kirilah, and Neep follow the path Marrmell took and make it to two large doors at the end of the hall.
Kirilah: This leads back out into the arena. The left door goes to the battlefield and the right door goes to the fan seats. I'll take Neep and go find a seat. I pray that Mystra blesses you with a victory.
Theron: I've come too far for this to not end well. I have to win. For Davivel, Kayrentia, Keifasar, Sheshmish, the citizens he tortured in Labyrinths & Leviathans, Mystra, but most of all for you. Good always triumphs over evil. His title reign ends the moment I climb that ladder and make it up to the raised platform to grab the belt.
Theron takes out the 20 sided gemstone from the Labyrinths & Leviathans game. He rolls it and it lands on a 19. He rolls it a second time. It lands on a 20. Theron smiles.
Theron: I'm liking my odds. That would have been a lethal hit in the game.
Kirilah gives Theron a big hug and kisses him.
Kirilah: Good luck, and be careful out there.
She goes through the door to the fan seats, Neep follows her. Theron takes a deep breath after placing the gemstone back in his pocket, and opens the door to the battlefield.
Theron: It all comes down to this. Your reign of terror ends today, Marshmellow!
He walks through the door and it closes. Fade to black.
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