Here we have it: After a grueling tournament, we are down with 2 contenders: the infamous, unholy warrior Spawn and Cloud Strife, the buster-sword wielding, hair-gel using soldier from the Final Fantasy 7 series. So who won?

I’m ATTEMPTING to sort of tell the story of how one defeated the other. I’m no writer but this way makes it more interesting. apeer.

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Cloud walks into a bar packed with patrons. As he enters, he recieves curious stares from the patron but then they quickly return to what they were doing before he entered the place. Cloud looks around, looking for his quarry, at last, he finds it and quickly makes a beeline to a corner table hidden in the shadows under the stairs.

“You’re late.” says the fat man sitting by the table.

“Forgive me, this place is not easy to find. You’re V, I presume?” replies Cloud while resting his sword on the tavern wall.

“Yes. Sit.”

There was something strange about this man, Cloud thought, noticing that no matter how he angled himself, the shadows seemed to cover his face. Resigned, Cloud sat back and waited for instructions from the fat man.

“His name is Spawn. He is an unholy warrior sent here as the scourge from the underworld. He must be stopped.” stated V.

With unnatural speed, V, clutched Cloud’s wrist with a grimey hand. He was strong enough that a startled Cloud could not break his hold.

“Do not move, I’ll show you where to find him.” said V as he used his fingers to draw some sort of archaic symbol on Cloud’s right wrist. The symbol glowed and then disappeared into the mercenary’s flesh and V quickly released his hold as the symbol vanished.

Cloud’s mind raced; images of a one named Spawn flashed in his mind. From what he could see, this Spawn was not of this world and he deduced that this man is a big threat that should be dealt with quickly. When Cloud regained control of himself, he was all alone. His contact, V, was gone and all that was left was a note saying “Tell him Violator sent you. He’ll understand.”

With the mission placed on him, Cloud quickly left the bar, hopped on Fenrir and sped off.

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Cloud pulled up into an empty street. He disembarked his motorbike, strapped his buster sword and entered a dark alley. It was unusually chilly, and he felt a sort of anxiety creep over him. He was certain that Spawn would show up soon enough so he unstrapped his sword and prepared for anything that was about to spring out of the shadows. Sure enough, as soon as he readied his weapon, chains emerged from every dark corner of the alley. His fighting instincts kicking in, Cloud ducked and slashed at the incoming chains and headed to the open street. Deterred but not defeated, the animate chains lunged at the retreating Cloud. The nimble mercenary jumped, ducked, slashed, parried and did everything to escaped metallic pursuers but one luckily grabbed at his foot and instantly yanked him back into the alley. What happened was all too fast and he suddenly found himself dangling over a balcony of a church spire. The chains all stemmed from the shadows, he knew that whoever commanded these chains was in the shadows.

“Who sent you?” Asked a gravelly voice.

“What?” asked Cloud. He was trying to provoke his captor to come out of the shadows.

And sure enough, his captor stepped out and it was indeed Spawn, his target. His eyes gave of an eerie-green glow. His cape swirled behind him and the chains he commanded came out of his body and was now floating around like tentacles.

“Who sent you?” asked Spawn again.

“Violator…” whispered Cloud. Instantly, Cloud produced a metal sphere from his belt pouch and threw it at Spawn. The dark room was quickly filled with a bright light. Momentarily distracted, Spawn loosened his hold on Cloud, Despite being blinded as well, Cloud knew all too well that situation he was in and quickly sprang into action. He knew that Spawn was standing directly in front of he performed quick slashes at his location and true enough, they found their mark. Spawn howled in pain but he too, being a soldier of the underworld as well, quickly set his chain-hooks into action. Two of them nicked Cloud in the arm and one on the leg. With their vision returning, the two fighters squared off and studied each other. To Cloud’s surprise, the wounds dealt by his sword on Spawn’s chest quickly healed up.

Sensing that he must attack hard and fast, Cloud was quickly on the offensive again, this time slamming his blade on the floor and releasing a wave of force towards Spawn. Spawn did not react quickly and got hit square on the chest and hurling him through the wall and out of the spire. However, Spawn was aware of what was happening and quickly reacted by summoning green energy blasts from his hands and blew up the spire. Emerging from the collapsing rubble, Cloud lunged, this time hurling his sword at the unsuspecting warrior. The sword planted itself squarely on Spawn’s chest again and before he knew it, Cloud was right on top of him, forcing the blade further into his body. Spawn, knowing that this was his only chance if he wanted to end the fight early, commanded his chains to wrap Cloud’s limbs. Grimacing, Spawn pulled Cloud and his sword closer to him, the mercenary, unable to fight back due to the trapping chains, couldn’t do anything but watch as Spawn wrapped his hands around his head. The two of them crashed loudly onto the street, the blade planted firmly in the pavement with Spawn in the middle. The undead warrior screamed in pain but did not let go of Cloud’s head. His hands glowed green, wrapping the empty street with a weird, sickly green glow. Cloud’s scream filled every corner of the area but Spawn did not still let go.

The glow grew brighter and brighter and Cloud’s scream got louder as well and all of a sudden, all was quiet. Spawn let go of Cloud’s head and it was scalded and burned. He let go of the chains and Cloud fell on the pavement with a loud thud. Spawn, grimacing as he removed the blade from his chest, stood up gingerly. He spat at Cloud’s unconscious body as he woozily walked away.

THE WINNAH IS: Spawn

’nuff said

P.S. sorry for the craptastic story writing. I haven’t done this in a long time. Thank MMORPGs for ruining my creativity and skill.

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