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// Denouement-part 1 
// Story: Nothing Like You 
// by flutteredchaos 
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	Discord lifted his chin, and didn't dare to back down. His old friends stared at him with wide eyes. They knew Discord had gone rogue, but to challenge Sombra...he had to be absolutely insane!
"Gotta hand it to you, Discord." Sombra said as he circled him. "You're persistent."
"I learned from the best." Discord replied bitterly. 
"But you're also redundant." Sombra muttered. "You're nothing but a speck of dirt on my shoes."
"Quit stalling, Sombra." 
Sombra grinned wickedly. "Alright." 
Discord jerked back and barely missed Sombra's blow. From the corner of his eye, he saw his other arm start upwards. He ducked this time, and felt his hair ruffle with the force of it. Sombra sprung forward. Discord sidestepped, whirled to face him. His opponent lunged. He avoided a flying fist, only to collide with another. The blow glanced off his rib cage. In front of him, Sombra grinned and swung again.
Avoidance was simple, but it couldn’t last forever. Minutes passed with no contact, and Discord felt pressure emanating from all sides. 
"Give up, Discord!" He heard Sombra call. "Quit embarrassing yourself!"
"Itching to quit already Sombra?" Discord asked. 
Sombra smirked, and thrust forward. The quick blow had opened Discord up for another attack and Sombra gladly obliged, putting a simple sidekick into his stomach, doubling him over. The crowd watching let out a collective wince.
Sombra charged forward and instead of colliding with him, opted to wrap his fists around Discord's neck instead. The maneuver caught Discord off guard. 
"Last chance to give up." Sombra whispered as Discord pawed at his hands. He was pulled off of his back violently and thrown across the floor. He skidded along the ground, uncontrolled. A groan escaped his lips as he looked up. Just as Sombra was about to reach him, he kicked his legs forward with great force and knocked the older man to the ground. 
The entire room was silent and it was as if time itself was holding its breath. Every person watching the fight was so enthralled, watching for who would be their new leader. Discord approached Sombra, who was sprawled out on the ground. 
"Get up." He growled. Sombra didn't move. Discord kicked him hard in the ribs. "Get up!" 
Faster than lightning, Sombra lunged up and grabbed Discord by his shirt. He threw him to the ground, the cold barrel of a gun pressed to his temple. 
"You've broken the rules, Sombra." Discord's voice was barely above a whisper. He attempted to keep calm as Sombra cocked the gun. 
"I made the rules. Now everyone is going to see what happens when you challenge me!"  Sombra raved, a sinister laugh escaping his throat.
The crowed awaited the sound of gunfire, but none came. Instead they heard their leader gasp, and saw him recoil against the pavement. They then remembered the rules. There were no weapons, but if one person pulled a weapon, so could the other. In Discord's hands he held a knife. Sombra attempted to reach for the gun he dropped, but Discord kicked it away. 
"Renounce your leadership, and this won't have to end in death." Discord muttered. 
"Coward!" Sombra spit, clutching his gut. "Damn coward!"
"Mercy is not a sign of cowardice." 
Sombra chuckled wildly. "Mercy!? You call this mercy? Forcing me to relinquish my power in exchange for my life? I'd rather die!" 
"I'm not going to kill you." Discord said. He knew Sombra couldn't reclaim his title after breaking the rules. He was finished. 
He watched Sombra's face contort into an expression of pure rage. Discord simply turned, ready to return to the only person who had ever truly cared for him. 
The sound of gunfire startled him, but he hadn't been hit. He turned to see his past mentor lying on the ground. Sombra was dead.