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Nemesis

Chapter 8: The Second Semi-Final!

"Unfortunately, I can't do anything until the Tournament's over," laments Tim.

"Why not? You've already brought Beck back to life?" questions a worried Angel from her medical bed, still holding her legs still.

"Yeah! Shouldn't this be easier than me?"

"You'd think so, but you have to remember that a lot of my energy is going into generating this place since I don't have an uplink to the Genesis, and then I had to resurrect you, rescue Dorothy, and then part of my energy was used to bring her back to life. All in all, that leaves me with insufficient energy supplies to restore his mental state, and anyway, how glad to you think he'd be to have been A) Defeated by me in the match and B) Brought back from insanity by me? He's isn't exactly my biggest fan y'know." Tim frowns at his lack of ability for such a task, Alex still screaming the same thing he has been since he was brought in minutes ago. "It'll just have to wait until the Tournament's done." He raises his head sharply, as if sharply notified of something, his eyes wide open. "Speaking of which..." Suddenly, the door slowly creaks open, revealing the dwarfed form of Tim Maughan, his face a look of humorous gloom still garbed in his jungle camouflage attire. "What news from yonder commentator box breaks?"

"Very funny, the next Semi-Final's participants are all set."

"What's happening this time?"

"Well Angel, this one's got three participants," he gloats, "It's going to give a whole new meaning to the word battle, three Meg's fighting over a pit of magma!" He smiles, before noticing Rosewater. "He doing ok?"

"Not really, Tim can't fix him until the matches are over."
Beck sniggers, "Like that's any big problem." However, he receives a number of annoyed stares from throughout the partially crowded room. "What!?"...

* * * * *

The three remaining Bigs make their way into the Magma Pit, each receiving its own portion of the crowd's cheers as they do so. "Well, we've got Big Duo, Big Duo Inferno, and Big O all in one match this time folks. Things are sure to be exciting in this, the final Semi-Final match!"

"Things are finally heating up."

"I just can't wait to see one of them get incinerated."

"So, without further noxious gases, LET THE MATCH BEGIN!" Big Duo and Inferno simultaneously take the air as Big O traverses the ever-slimming patches of solid ground in the Pit, arriving safely underneath the two hated enemies. The two flying Bigs mercilessly slam into each other time and time again, a dense cloud of smoke and sparks hailing Big O as one rips and tears at the other. Roger fires his eye lasers between the two, cutting deep into the armors of both of them, and causes them to descend back to what little remains terra firma. Roger moves slightly to the side to avoid being hit by Big Duo's arms, then informs its pilot .

"This isn't going to get us anywhere Seebach, we need a plan if one of us is going to win this match."
Schwarzwald snarls toward the laughing Gabriel, "I agree, but so far I haven't managed to find any weak point to exploit in that hideous monstrosity."

"Really? I can think of at least twelve."

"Maybe what we need is a set of two arms attacking him?"

"What are suggesting? That we both ally our forces against him?"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting."

"Well, I don't have any complaint against it." Big O charges the still cackling Inferno, whilst Big Duo takes to the sky again. He attempts to slam his fist into his chest, but Inferno flies away, only to be battered to the ground again by the overhead slam of Big Duo, where Big O awaits him with his sudden impact, which hurtles him across the Pit and into the wall on the other side, Alan screaming terribly the entire way.

"Now that's one of them."

"I thought you meant his fuel capacity!"

Inferno just manages to keep himself aloft from the molten rock of the Magma Pit, his pilot in a state of pure rage as he ploughs directly toward Big O. "DIE ROGER SMITH!" He fires his eye laser when he manages to get close enough, just barely hitting Roger on the right shoulder, then jettisons his remaining hand for the silver spiked version that already lines the other. He stabs it at Big O, but is unable to finish his attack as Big Duo, still airborne, drops directly on top of him from above, slamming him into the floor.

"You got that idea from Beck didn't you, Schwarz?"

"Well, it seemed appropriate to use such a move on his killer."

"Even if he isn't dead anymore."

Inferno desperately claws at the ground attempting to get back up, but Duo's weight is far greater than RX3's and he is unable to shake him off. "You're going to pay for your crimes Alan Gabriel," notes Schwarzwald, still standing atop the immobilised Big Duo Inferno. He shrieks in reply.

"Get off of me!" Schwarzwald chuckles in response, as Big Duo begins battering Inferno's back with his none-spike fists, as Schwarzwald's laugh transforms into one of utter madness, growing louder as the damage to Inferno increases.

"Oh, well he's gone mad again."

"I don't know what Tim sees in him."

Roger is horrified by his comrade's fresh return to madness, and harks at him, "Schwarzwald stop! You're going to kill him!"

"Do you honestly think he actually deserves the honour of life, Negotiator?" Roger falls silent. "I thought not. A man such as he does not deserve to play a part in this grand orchestration!" Gabriel continues clawing at the ground, screaming in pure terror of the fists of his assailant breaking through into the cockpit. Big Duo grabs Inferno by the legs, and drags him from the floor closer to the land's edge, where he holds him over his head in preparation for hurling him into the lava, death awaiting him once there.

"Think we should help him?"

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Good point."

Schwarzwald joins Alan in screaming as Big Duo Inferno is thrown into the lava, just seconds after a small blue flash emanates from his cockpit, whilst Roger continues to protest behind them. "Schwarzwald, come to your senses this instant!" he shrieks. Duo lowers his arms to his sides, Schwarzwald seemingly dazed after his recent actions have actually taken their effect on him, as he realises that he has once again killed someone in a Tournament where he alone swore not to. He mumbles from the cockpit, as Duo drops to his knees.

"I forfeit, Roger, I do not deserve to win this match honourably now."

"Do you think he noticed that flash?"

"Nope."

"By default, Roger Smith Is The Victor!! He Will Now Face Overlord Tim In The Finals!!!"

* * * * *

"Well, that went well," jokes Scott, albeit very morbidly, as he stands next to the remaining members of the usual crowd alongside the arena.

"Tim was cutting it kinda close wasn't he?" replies Jack, in the same morbidity as his brother in arms.

"Not really, he could have made that shot as long as he had a nanosecond left before Big Duo Inferno hit the lava."

"Really? Only a nanosecond?"

"Only a nanosecond."

"And I thought he was overweight these past few millennia."

* * * * *

Tim kicks open the door to the medical ward, carrying an unconscious Alan Gabriel in his arms, as Angel giggles. "Perform another daring rescue Tim? I'm guessing that's your fair maiden for the hour."

"Very funny, but he fainted nought point six seconds after I grabbed him from the cockpit."

"Really? What went wrong this time?"

"I'm not sure I should say" Beck is undeterred.

"Ah, come on! The lady asked what went wrong so tell her!"

"Let's just say that one of the participants in the last match went the way of Alex over there." Tim motions over to the still chanting Rosewater, only barely affected by the sedatives now coursing through his system. "And it didn't go pretty." Angel attempts to ask another question, but before she can Tim rushes down the ward to a small group of nurses to ask them to take care of Alan, before he dashes back through the door, Angel rather outraged at such a display of rudeness, "It's not rudeness if it's for your own good Angel," resounds an echoing voice in her head, making her almost feel insane from the drugs.

"It was Michael wasn't it?" she returns, her face a solemn remorse upon realising that he was the most likely candidate to go insane in a Megadeus.

"I'm afraid so, but it wasn't his fault, call it a situational-deposition."

"I know, he's never been very calm around flying Megadeuses has he?"

"Not he, to tell you the truth nor I. But then, you probably know the same feeling he got."

"I know." A couple of loud gongs sound over the speakers, warning of the imminent speech by the regular child commentator.

"Will Jack James and Scott Williams please make their way to the commentator's box hastily?"

"Who are they?" she asks the voice, but she receives no reply short of an ominous giggling reverberating through her head like a teenage schoolgirl, "Never mind."

"Looks like it's started."

"Indeed it has."

NO SIDE

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