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Four Lightning Round
Here, all the fights are settled without being bogged down by boring analysis.
Eight fighters!
All action!
No research!
Lightning Round!
Start the clock and... Go!
(Merry Stewed vs. New Beginnings)
---Forte Pianissimo vs. Aurora Borealis---
Hoof steps crunch against the dirt. The camera slowly pans up along the faded blue alicorn. Ragged leather armor covers her torso. A red neckerchief rests just below her small frown. Above her green, slitted eyes lies the broken remains of a horn stump. Her white mane is like a banshee.
Suddenly, she stops trotting, right in the middle of a deserted town. She lets out a curious hum as she sees someone a few feet away. It appears to be somepony else, whose back is currently turned toward her. All that's visible is this second pony's green and purple mane.
"Who are you supposed to be?" asks the first.
The second pony turns around. The camera focuses on a Pipbuck on her left foreleg. The view quickly pans up to her neck, covered by a strange collar of metal. Her own slitted irises look carefully underneath a sharp and fully intact horn.
"It would not be wise to remain here," says the second alicorn. "Please leave."
"Heh." The first pulls out a revolver somehow. "I'll leave when I'm good and ready."
War never changes.
Engage!
Aurora Borealis' horn ignites and a purple, magic shield surrounds her. At the same time, Forte Pianissimo fires four shots from her revolver. The bullets ricochet off the shield and fly away in random directions. Forte holds back a spit and holsters her gun. Her wings open and she takes to the air. Aurora follows after with her own wings.
Suddenly, Forte makes a U-turn and flies straight down. She has a dagger in between her teeth. As she crosses paths with her pursuer, the tip of the dagger slits through Aurora's abdomen. Aurora yelps, but manages to stay airborne.
Meanwhile, Forte slams her hooves against the ground. She pulls out a rifle and aims straight up. She takes three rapid shots. Simultaneously, Aurora's shield is back up. The round of bullets bounce off. Forte has to rapidly sidestep to avoid the bullets. As Aurora begins to descend, her magical aura surrounds the varmint rifle.
"What the-?" asks Forte before her own gun literally whacks her upside the head. She loses her grip on the gun and holds her head due to the pain.
Aurora flutters just above the ground as she takes aim with the rifle. Time seems to slow to a halt as she activates her Pipbuck's Stable-Tec Arcane Targeting Spell (S.A.T.S.). There are a few high pitched clicks before the action confirmation sound beeps. The slowed down perspective makes the shots sound very deep and low.
Five shots later, and Forte is left without a head. The rest of her body falls to the ground in a heap. Aurora's new gun falls to pieces as soon as she lands.
Finish!
This round's winner is... Aurora Borealis.
We can't stop now.
(A Dirty Bit Production vs. The Jojo Madara Proprietorship)
---Cuatro vs. Pony Vergil---
A white pony with a unique bone formation on the side of his head looks contemplatively toward the forest's edge. The camera briefly glances at his bat-like wings, his long and thin tail, and a black number '4' on his side.
Someone else appears in a blue jacket and wielding a sword at his side. He trots closer atop the winter's layer of snow.
"I remember who I was, and it no longer matters," says the first.
"Sorry I was late for the party," comments the second as he adjusts his jacket collar.
It's do or die.
Fight!
"Here I am."
Vergil rushes forth and swings out his blade just as swiftly. Yet, the blade stops just against Cuatro's extended foreleg. Naturally, Vergil is surprised that something can stop his strike. A burning force surrounds Cuatro as his empty green eyes stare directly at his opponent. His other hoof grabs Vergil's face and slams it into the snow.
Cuatro proceeds to drag Vergil along the ground for a few feet. He then kicks the half-demon up into the sky. His batwings open and he swiftly flies up. His long tail whips around and gives Vergil a good slapping.
"Don't get cocky!" yells Vergil as he pulls his sword out again. He swings it back and forth, parrying Cuatro's rapid strikes. The exchange of attacks breaks as Vergil starts spinning forward head-over-hoof with his blade.
Something charges in dark green just above Cuatro's horn. "Cero Oscuras."
The energy is released as a huge, quick beam of black with green highlights. The attack catches Vergil off guard. He gets pushed back and crashes through several trees. Said trees actually evaporate upon receiving Cuatro's attack. Vergil, however, just takes a rough tumble along the ground.
He slowly stands up and holds up a hoof over his face. "Now I'm motivated."
Radiant energy bursts around Vergil as a mask with an unusual pattern covers his face and chest area. He vanishes before appearing just behind Cuatro. Without a word, the 'motivated' pony creates zip lines all over the sky with his sheer speed. These rapid strikes knock Cuatro every which way as small bursts of dark light explode around him.
Vergil appears on the ground. His mask vanishes. He slowly slides his sword back into his sheathe. Meanwhile, several blue lights in the shape of his sword appear in the sky, all aimed at Cuatro.
"Rest in peace," says Vergil uncaringly.
The energy blades all stab through the Espada's body at once. One of which even catches him in the windpipe, rendering him incapable of crying out in pain. He collapses on the ground, unmoving.
"Might is everything." Vergil slowly trots away.
Down!
This round's winner is... Vergil.
Onward to the third!
---Lycan Applejack vs. Vampire Cheerilee---
Something faintly squeals in the night at the opposite edge of the forest. The moonlight barely lets the audience see the fangs on the predator as she lifts her head. She takes a few breaths after her kill, which happens to be drained of its internal fluids.
"How much longer must I live like this?" she wonders.
A couple wild clouds move out of the way to reveal the full moon. A wolf's long howl can be heard. Suddenly a large beast appears in the same clearing as the first monster. This one seems to have a unique blend of blonde and orange fur. It growls as it bears all of its sharp fangs.
"Oh, Mother of Luna, I don't have time for this," mutters the first.
The blood of the beast is calling.
Bite!
The lycan barrels forth on her paws, breathing loudly all the way. She tackles the first monster into a beam of the moon's light, revealing the face to be Cheerilee. However, the werewolf takes no notice and starts pawing at her prey.
Cheerilee's eyes briefly glint red as she growls herself. Thinking quickly, she headbutts the lycan right in the kisser. There's a sound akin to a whimpering dog as the werewolf backs up, caressing her jaw. Cheerilee quickly gallops forward. She flips this way and that way, getting in a kick with each advance. Said kicks cause the opponent to flinch each time.
But on the next pass, the werewolf reaches out its big paw and grabs Cheerilee around her back leg. She then proceeds to spin around and around. Finally, she releases the vampire, sending her flying into a large tree branch. There's no way to confirm whether the cracking sound is made from the tree bark, or one of Cheerilee's bones.
Breathing heavily, the lycan charges toward the tree. She digs her claws into the trunk and starts climbing up. Once she gets close enough, she takes a flying leap at the prey.
This time, the vampire's kick collides with the top of the lycan's head. Cheerilee follows up by jumping right on top of the wolf, slamming her into the ground. The red eyes accentuate her pissed off look very well.
"You have just made me very thirsty," she says bluntly, "You're not going to like what I do when I'm thirsty!"
The vampire's fangs dig deep into the other monster's neck. The lycan goes wide-eyed before letting loose a howl in pain.
A few seconds of off screen feeding takes place. As we pan back down, it appears that the second beast's body has shrunk down considerably. In fact, it looks exactly like a pony. After a few breaths to calm herself, Cheerilee gasps at what she sees.
She whispers, "Applejack? Oh my gosh."
K.O.!
This round's winner is... Cheerilee.
Get fired up!
(Flamer Brony vs. Another Pony)
---Axel vs. Firewall---
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait just a minute. Why are you dragging me into this?
What? You're not fighting the other staff members. You're a character from a FiMFic fighting against another character from a FiMFic. Besides, this isn't technically an episode of the real Death Battle.
Ugh, fine. Whatever.
Suddenly, a redhead dashes onto the scene. "Come here! I'll make it all stop."
Strive for that blaze of glory.
Let's go!
"Burn, baby!" Axel exclaims as the floor suddenly takes the form of molten coals and a circle of flames surrounds both combatants. However, Firewall seems less than impressed.
Really, dude? I don't even feel this. As an extra token of mockery, he sets a cigarette down against the coals, lifts it back up, and starts taking a drag.
Axel runs forth and spins his chakrams around. At the same time, he swings them around like a couple of blades. They cut through the unicorn's hide. Firewall ends up losing his tobacco roll in the process.
Okay, I get your point. Geez. His mane looks like it's burning blue. He gallops forth as his whole body surrounds itself with flames. The fire somehow quickens his pace as he barrels into Axel like it's nobody's business.
Shoryuken! A front hoof uppercuts into Axel's chin just as Firewalls flames simmer down.
After stumbling backwards a bit, Axel gets to his feet and breathes heavily. The coals return to being a default floor.
Is that all you got?
"Don't forget this!" exclaims Axel as he starts launching his chakrams, one after the other. Each one collides with Firewall before returning to hand like a boomerang on steroids. The chakrams repeat this pattern for about four more strikes before heating up and cutting straight through their target.
Duwaaaaaa!
Memorized!
This round's winner is... Axel.
And now, for a little bonus.
(Present meets not-to-distant future)
Huh? Where am I?
The alicorn filly perks up as a door opens. On the other side stands, a rather similar looking pony, but with several more years behind her. Not to mention, this newcomer is covered with some snazzy armor. Her slit irises do not match her surprised expression. They also fail to match her look of admiration soon after as she gallops toward the filly.
"Oh my gosh! I'm adorable!" She hugs the filly and a squeaking noise is played by the sound effects guy.
Is that... really what I'm going to look like in a few years?
Victory pending!
But we're fairly certain that the winner of this round is... Nyx.
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