The Displaced Tournament of Power

by Uncle Iroh

Three Way Showdown: Masters of Keys, Mechs, & Games.

Author's Note:

8:26:28

Arkham stood from the same elevated platform where he was, looking down at everyone. He had put Quill somewhere safe (which really just means he put him away from himself, likely down the platform). The Commander let out a deep breath, feeling at peace despite his injuries. The aches of the dynastone explosion still rings throughout his body, and yet, he keeps pushing. He has to win to get that wish, and help a friend go back to where he belongs. To send Noel home.

Behind the armored man a red dragon lands on the ground after jumping up to the spot. “Found him.” He said with a grin and red electricity sparked around his hand as his fingers grew into sharp spears.

Arkham turned around to face the red dragon and without saying a sword, clenched his fist and activated his wrist blade. Coming from on top of his arm rather than below like Assassin’s Creed. He clenched his other fist and mirrored the same action his right hand did, forming his weapons from his armor. He stood patiently, waiting for the drake to move first.

“Nice tools, I may adapt them to my armor later.” The dragon said as he slowly started to circle the man. “So are you the strong silent type like old school bats, or are you a talker like the future bat?”

Arkham rolled his eyes behind the mask, “Common misconception. I am not Batman nor am I Jason Todd. I’m just a human who wears the suit,” he says, keeping his eyes on him.

The dragon chuckled a bit. “Definitely a talker, and you wear the suit so you may as well be a version of the bat.” He said before he fired a ki ball at Arkham and ran in after it, ready to stab Arkham with his extended blade fingers.

Arkham sidestepped the ki ball, and stood solid as the dragon came close. He narrowed his eyes and prepared himself to parry the attack and stab, but then he sensed something and quickly used Soru to dodge out of the way. The ki ball whizzed by and he scoffed and kicked the air, using Rankyaku to split the ki ball in two and explode it.

“Shoot.” The dragon said as he slid to a stop and looked up at Arkham. “Seems simple tricks won’t work.” He muttered before he returned his hand to normal and crossed his arms. “Let's see how you handle this, Kaio-ken!” A red aura covered the dragon as his muscles grew a bit.

Arkham wasted no time, using Soru he appeared right before the dragon and retracted a blade to deliver a swift left jab to the jaw. Following up the attack, he sent an uppercut directly onto the gut with his right, the blade still there as he stabbed the dragon.

The dragon fell back, dropping a clear glass orb at Arkham’s feet before exploding into smoke. Arkham kicked the glass orb away, his Future Sight once more kicking in. The glass orb was sent off the giant piece of katchin before exploding into a scatter of light. ‘Bastard tried to flashbang me,’ he thought to himself with a huff.

After about a minute Arkham started to feel some rumbling coming from the ground before a red claw shot out of the ground and tried to grab his ankle. The Knight moved his foot to dodge the attack and opened his palm towards the hand. Using some of the Admiral capabilities his suit has, he activates ten times the force of gravity to rip the dragon out of the ground and into his hand. As the dragon came up from the ground, Arkham reared back his hand and formed a fist to deliver a powerful left straight right onto his chest. But as he did the dragon used the ultimate shield to reduce the amount of damage. The blow still connected and sent Deltorix back.

Arkham looked at his hand, feeling it numb from just connecting with it. He shook his hand to get back feeling in it and glanced back over to Deltorix, taking upon a fighting stance and this time, coating his fists in Armament Haki.

“Damn you have one hell of a left–” Deltorix started to say before a shout distracted him.

“MINE!”

The shout heralded Sora’s arrival on the scene as he fell from above, slamming Fenrir and Ultima down towards Deltorix’s head. Deltorix’s eyes widened before he lept back and fired a few magic arrows at Sora. “Shoot, how did you find me?”

Sora pointed Ultima upwards and shouted “Reflega!” The magic arrows ricocheted off of his barrier and flew straight back towards Deltorix. Sora grinned as his barrier dropped, and Deltorix and Arkham could see that his eyes were glowing white. “Heartsight, you yaying piece of buysomeapples. No more hiding behind clones for you.” He turned and nodded to Arkham. “Sup.” Arkham merely did an upwards nod in response.

Deltorix used the force to stop the magic arrows and frowned. “I see, I might need to learn that skill.” He muttered before he slammed the arrows together and fused them into a large arrow. He then flung the arrow at Arkham. “If you don’t mind I am busy fighting tall, dark, and broody over here.” The Knight sidestepped out of the way and without looking fired a beam of light at the arrow, destroying it.

Arkham blinked in shock, “Wooow, is it because I’m black? That’s crazy,” He jokingly shook his head.

“I do mind, actually,” Sora said, dismissing Fenrir and hoisting Ultima onto his shoulder. “See, your little minions gave me quite the annoying fight earlier. And that copy trick was just rude. I intend to pay you back for all of that, and I can’t do that if this guy,” he jerked his thumb at Arkham, “takes you out first.”

“This is perfect,” Arkham noted, “I get payback for Noel and I get to beat your ass too.” He gestured to the both of them.

“Well to be fair, when I saw you I thought I would test you and see if my summons were enough to take you out or not.” Deltorix said with a shrug. “And my shadow clones are all over the arena, heck ten of them were taken out when they watched some of the others fight.”

“That’s mad disrespectful,” Arkham turned over to Sora, “Me personally, I wouldn’t let that slide.”

“Oh, I don’t intend to,” Sora assured him. “By the way, who’s Noel and why do you need to get payback for him against me?”

Arkham raised a finger to his chin and briefly scanned his memories, “Well, before I blew myself up I told a robot to send Noel to safety, big dragon guy. And after I exploded with so much power it would make the United States get a hard on, you found said robot and knocked Noel out of the tourney.” He opened his arms, “That simple.”

“You look good for someone who exploded.” Deltorix joked with a small smirk.

“I exploded everywhere,” Arkham said before pausing, “Wait, pause on that.”

“Oh yeah,” Sora muttered, looking upwards. “I did do that, didn’t I? That was after you guys gave Coco and her adorable summons so much trouble, wasn’t it?”

“She summoned two lava golems, I wouldn’t call that adorable,” The Knight shook his head.

“Yeah, no. Me neither. Those guys are freaking terrifying.” A shiver ran down Sora’s spine. “That Firebird is even worse than a certain mountain-bound devil I’ve been trying to avoid summoning all day.”

Deltorix reached up for his shoulder pauldron while the other two were distracted by their conversation.

Arkham pointed at Deltorix, “Oh-ho-ho! You stay right here you sneaky fuck! It’s a three-way.”

Deltorix grinned and slammed his hand onto the pauldron and in a flash of light he was covered in gold and silver armor. “Fine with me, but how about I even things out bat boy?” He said with a chuckle before shouting. “Hero summon, Bat family!” Mutable beams of light shot out from behind Deltorix and formed into pillars besides him turning into multiple members of the bat family.

“For the last time, I am not Batman! I am the Arkham Knight, have you ever played the Arkham Series? Arkham Knight is Jason Todd!” The Knight said, tossing his hands up in the air.

“Less complaining, more fighting,” Sora advised, pointing Ultima skyward once again. “Thundaga!” Several bolts of lightning descended from on high, striking towards the bats and arcing off to strike Deltorix as well.

“I’m sorry, it’s just a big nitpick I have,” He used Soru to dash towards the family, moving with the lightning. He clenched his fists and punched Jason Todd in his face and delivered an uppercut to his chin, and then several punches. “Shigan MADARA!” He started to hammer his fist into the ribs of the Red-Hood. Jumping up, he uppercut him again and grabbed his feet to slam them into the ground. Spinning around, he performed a dragon throw and tossed him into the air before reaching out a hand and applying ten times the force of gravity to the ground. Sending him plummeting down and crashing into the earth.

Deltorix frowned and held up a hand. “Reflect!” And a barrier appeared around the family.

Sora dropped his blade, calling off his lightning attack. He leapt backward, activating a quick Aerora to keep him hovering as he pointed Ultima towards the ground. “Well if you’re gonna pull out the summons,” he muttered.

Deltorix ran towards Sora before in a flash he ran at super speed, aiming to punch the kid in the face. “I won’t give you the chance!”

Sora cursed and dropped his Aerora spell, falling from the air and ducking beneath Deltorix’ swing. “Back off!” he shouted, slamming Ultima into his side and sending him flying. He then spun his blade downwards again, a complex magic circle forming around him.

Deltorix held his hand out and used the force to pull on Ultima in an attempt to stop the summon while sliding to a hold, using his claws to dig into the ground. “Like I said, I won’t give you a chance! Balloons!” Balls of magic appeared and started bouncing around the area.

Sora smirked. “Fool.” A beam of light shot from Ultima even as it flew towards Deltorix, striking the circle around Sora and lighting it up. “You saw from my fight against your minions that I don’t need to hold my blades to use them.” The circle flared as a pride of lionesses were summoned, Simba standing by Sora’s side. “Sorry to bring you back to fight so soon,” Sora said to the lion, who merely purred in return. Simba then turned and roared at the bat family, sending his lionesses after them.

“TALLY-HO!” From above Sora, dropped the Arkham Knight right onto his dome piece, planing him onto the ground like a goomba. Jumping off of him he leaped towards Deltorix and clenched his fists. “JUGON!” With a lightning fast punch, he landed a fierce uppercut right into the dragon’s gut and kept it going. Performing body shot after body shot and finishing it off with a right straight, knocking him back.

Deltorix groaned in pain and held his stomach for a moment before he frowned and made a small army of clones that ran around. “Ok, time for my main plan to deal with you.” He said with a frown. “I can’t afford to lose any more life points.”

“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Arkham said, taking out a pumpkin bomb before chucking it at the clones, “Explaining your weaknesses is the first way for people to exploit them!” The bomb started to beep faster as it’s about to set off.

“Who said I did?” Deltorix said before he rushed at Arkham as the bomb went off and started throwing punches at super speed. “Even if you can see my attacks coming, you can’t doge all of them!” As he was punching Deltorix also added in a few illusionary fists and magic arrows into his attack.

Arkham tried to dodge all of them, but like he said, he couldn’t dodge all of them. Some of them hit, making the Knight narrow his eyes, he raised his fists and kept a guard as he slipped some blows and parried some with his elbows. Bobbing and weaving just like “Iron” Mike.

Sora, meanwhile, was enjoying his view of the fight from where he stood buried up to his neck in the ground. He subtly moved his arm around, creating a small cavern of space. Finally, he had enough room to summon a blade. He smirked and vanished from his little hole.

He appeared behind Deltorix in an instant without sign or warning, Mysterious Stalker swinging for his neck. Deltorix’s tail covered in his ultimate shield blocked the strike. “Sorry Sora, kinda busy right now!” He said with his eyes now blue with a six pointed star iris and a few tomo marks around it.

“Make time,” Sora said, vanishing again and reappearing to Deltorix’s side, another scythelike keyblade in his other hand, both slashing for his side. Arkham took the opportunity and delivered another body shot to Deltorix’s gut and then a leaping uppercut to his chin, forcing him to look up in the air.

Deltorix groaned before using fire bending to shoot himself out of the air combo however the flames seemed a bit small, and as they fought Sora noticed it was getting harder to breathe. “Gotta keep up the attack.” Deltorix muttered as he summoned his keyblade and tried to attack Arkham again, doing his best to cut into his suit. In response, the Knight took out Shisui (a weapon he hadn’t used since the first run in with Team B) and responded in kind. Sora cast another Aerora spell, filing the space around his head with fresh air and leaping back into the fight himself.

As the fighting continued, Deltorix’s armor started to glow purple the more he was hit. “I should thank you guys, you are just giving me more power.” He aimed a fist at Arkham. “Kinetic burst!” A blast of kinetic energy shot out of his fist towards Arkham.

Arkham raised his sword high and slashed at the kinetic blast, trying to split the blast in two before it could hit him. While it did work partially, he was still blasted away, sending him flying off the platform and onto one of the rocky walls which he landed. Using the gravity aspect of his armor they make it so the force of gravity for him was horizontal. He narrowed his eyes and held his chest; that attack stung. He winced under his mask as the effects of the explosion still wore on his body.

Sora meanwhile backed off a bit, studying Deltorix’s armor for a bit. “Hm, that’s problematic. I didn’t want to do this, because it feels like cheating, but I’m also the only guy here without armor so…” He pointed his blades to Deltorix and Arkham. “Sorry, not sorry.” Two beams of light shot out at his opponents, unlocking, unclasping, and unbuckling every lock, clasp, and buckle of their armors.

Deltorix glanced at his armor before he looked back at Sora. “You do realize this is keyblade armor, right? Magically sealed.” He said before spinning his keyblade and transforming it into two large claw gloves.

Sora threw his hands in the air with a cry of frustration. “THE GAMES GOT FREAKING WEIRD!!!”

While they were conversing, Arkham looked at his armor as it felt loose, his eyes widened as he tried to desperately put it back to get. His mask started to open, but he quickly shut it back. He swore, “God fucking damn it,” as he tried to adjust it.

Deltorix chuckled before he got ready to attack. “Tell me about it, who would have thought Yen Sid was a former keyblade master.” He said before he ran at Sora with super speed and used his claw blades to attack, with quick slashing strikes.

Sora blocked a couple of strikes before slenderwalking away and appearing by Arkham’s side. He raised an eyebrow as he casually reached over and yanked at Arkham’s mask. “That’s actually not that surprising,” he said before turning to Arkham. “What’s wrong? Oxygen deprivation getting to you?”

Arkham looked at Sora with wide eyes, first, shock. The Keyblade Master saw an African-American man with a low taper fade, parts of his face cybernetic and his left eye a glowing red. The shock was quickly overcome with pure rage as Conqueror’s Haki sparked from him and sent a shockwave out towards both Sora and Del. He gritted his teeth, and clenched his fist, not wasting time speaking, he delivered Jugon directly onto his face, landing the most powerful punch he made thus far. The punch sent him flying into Deltorix.

He jumped after and raised his sword high, aiming to split them in two.

“Yay it!” Sora slenderwalked away and Deltorix groaned before putting his fingers to his forehead and used instant transmission to teleport behind Arkham and punched him in the back.

Sora appeared a few paces away, studying Arkham’s heart. “Yay it,” he swore. “What’s with people from your world and severe anger issues?!”

Arkham quickly glanced around and looked up at Deltorix, narrowing his eyes, he used Kamisori to dash across the sky and spin, cutting into Deltorix with a slash. Flipping over him, he aimed a finger down and started to unload beams of light into Del’s wings. Looking around, he used Kamisori once again to leave the battlefield, the lack of oxygen getting to him.

Deltorix groaned and rubbed his shoulder. “Thank god for baskar, and everything else I added to this armor.” He checked his wing and found it was fine.

“And thank goodness I’m so used to getting hit in the face,” Sora muttered, probing at his now tender nose which had begun to bleed. “Seriously though, that was a ridiculous amount of wrath he unleashed once I pulled off his mask.”

“Probably some kind of trauma he has, how about we form a truce and dive into his heart to help him out?” Deltorix suggested as he keyblade returned to normal.

Sora hesitated. “I… don’t really like meddling with people’s hearts without their permission. Honestly, I’m a lot better at the ‘fight the darkness’ side of keyblading than the ‘champion the light’ side. Luna’s always been better at helping people through their stuff than me, anyway.”

“Well with the two of us here, I wouldn’t be surprised if a heartless is starting to form inside him with all that rage.” Deltorix said as he put his keyblade on his shoulder. “You can fight him out here, I will fight the problem in his heart.”

Sora shrugged. “If that’s the battle you want to fight. I was just planning to knock him out, tie him up, and force him to sit through a therapy session with Luna, but if you want to go diving into that lake of rage, I won’t stop you.”

Deltosix laughed a bit. “If you think you can, though I think you are a little out of your league.” He said before pointing above Sora’s head were three question marks hovered next to his level below his name and title. “That means you are at least thirty or fifty levels above me, he has a skull.”

Sora sighed and prodded his face again, wincing. “Don’t I know it. Still, I’ve always managed to pull through where it counts before, and this has become about more than a fancy tournament. No-one should live with that much wrath buried in their hearts. I have to help him.”

“True, I would say that the whole team has anger issues but I haven’t met that many of them in person.” Dletorix said before he crossed his arms. “Let’s ring him out together then your Luna cna help him out while I kick your ass.”

Sora smirked. “Kid, I’ve got forty levels and three thousand years on you. If anyone’s donkey is getting kicked - whatever that means - it’ll be yours.” He swapped Reaper for Oathkeeper and fired off another Aerora around his feet. “Now let’s go. We’ve got a therapy session to schedule.”

“Before that, do you know what happened to his helmet? I think I saw you take it but after that I lost track of it.” Deltorix said as they started heading towards Arkham.

Sora reached behind himself and pulled out the helmet. “Yeah, put it in the same place that game-Sora and I keep all of the stuff we collect on our journeys.”

“Neat, you got your own inventory system.” Deltorix said as he took the helmet and looked it over for anything that didn't belong.

“I guess.” Sora shrugged. “Now let’s go.”

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8:36:55

Arkham stood on top of the debris above the arena, finding a little hiding place from above. He let out a sigh and held his chest, trying to calm down. He raised a hand and held his face, feeling the metal and flesh on it. He groaned and shook his head, “God damn it, I did it again. I lost it again, I lost my mind again. Fuck… Fuck. FUCK!” He slammed his fist onto the katchin behind him. “I need a helmet.”

Taking out some capsules he popped them, looking at the Gallant Knight armor which was singed and torn from the explosion, still functional just not as durable. He looked at the helmet and shook his head, putting it back in the capsule. He activated more capsules to look at more helmets, “There has to be a spare somewhere, spare, spare, give me a spare.” From a Stormtrooper helmet, to a mask, none of them were like the one he had before. “Fuuuck!” He seethed.

He peeked around the corner and held his head, “God damn it, I made a fool of myself. I’m not– I–” Arkham growled, “Am I stupid? Am I that–that–that stupid over my own face? It’s my face! My face, just look at yourself, you fucking idiot!” He took out a mirror to look at himself and upon seeing his cybernetic face he looked away. He looked back to try and look at his face again, but his hand faced the mirror away. “What is wrong with me?!” he tossed the mirror aside and shook his head, “In any case, back to the mission. Those two are probably still fighting, meaning I might have the jump on them if I drop in. But first, I gotta find what’s taking away the oxygen…” he held his chin and began to think.

“Or, you know, we could just give you back your helmet.”

Arkham used Soru and immediately snatched the helmet, zooming far away on top of the debris and leaving a stunned Sora holding empty air. He put the helmet on and paused for a moment, as it started to activate. “Oh thank God,” he let out a sigh of relief.

“You must really be attached to that thing.” Deltorix said from a rock to Arkham’s left. “Is it like…something someone made for you or something?”

The Knight turned to Deltorix, “No comment, back to fighting,” the Knight took upon a fighting stance.

“On one condition,” Sora said, slenderwalking over. “You agree to get some therapy after this. I recommend my Luna.”

“Yeah man, you have a lot of negative emotions flowing around in your heart, if you aren’t careful you’ll become a heartless, especially with the two of us here.”

Arkham rolled his eyes, “Listen, I do get therapy. I talked to a dog once.” He raised a finger, “The dog did beat my ass and was really understanding to me.”

“Next time try a Luna, they are usually really good at helping others with their problems.” Deltorix said as he reached up and grabbed a floating rock.

“I have Zabuza,” Arkham crossed his arms, “He’s all I need…” In the distance there was an audible facepalm and he turned to the stands to give a middle finger.

Sora frowned. “If that was the case,” he said, pointing to his face, “my nose wouldn’t be bleeding and my ears wouldn’t be ringing.”

“Hey, we were fighting. Sometimes you gotta use the negative to push through to the positive,” Arkham said sagely, “...Or at least that’s what Zabuza said to me.”

“There’s fighting, and then there’s trying to kill someone.”

Deltorix pulled the rock down and used alchemy on it, changing its shape into the same as Arkham’s mask, but with two eyeholes. “There, a hard to break back up, just in case.” He tossed it over to Arkham.

Before Deltorix could blink, he snatched it and it seemingly disappeared, “Listen, listen, I didn’t make it all the way here for an intervention. That was Kyle’s thing, I’m different,” He pointed a thumb at himself.

“Alright, just keep in mind, you may need actual therapy, and to remind you I had Jarvis leave you a small reminder.” Deltorix said with a smirk as he started to fade away from sight.

“After all,” Sora said with a smirk, “you’ve got a master of the heart and a novice in over his head telling you that your heart’s a bit messed up. Maybe listen to the experts.”

Arkham tossed his hands up in exasperation, “Now listen, Sora. You’re a boy,” He pointed a finger at him.

“Three-thousand years old,” Sora interrupted.

Arkham then pointed at himself, “In a man’s world. And I’m a man who loves to play with boys– Wait.” Arkham blinked in confusion.

“I SHIP IT!!!” Cloud Kicker shouted from the stands.

“I GET TO WATCH!!!” Luna added.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Arkham shook his head, “You’re a boy, and I’m a man! And tonight, I’m gonna love to manhandle you!” He blinked, again, “FUCK!” and started pacing thinking. “What I mean to say is that you’re a boy, and I’m a man! And tonight I’m gonna get on top of you and I’m gonna–AH FUCK IT!” Arkham used Soru and lunged at Sora like a FNAF robot.

Sora slenderwalked away and adopted a coy, nervous expression. “Ooh, I’m in trouble,” he cooed. “Daddy’s gonna spank me good tonight.”

Deltorix appeared next to Arkham snickering a bit and put an arm around his shoulder. “Relax, we get what you are trying to say, you express yourself through fighting, but sometimes that doesn’t work as well. Just keep our advice in mind for the future, for now though~” He pulled out some of Arkham’s own bombs and attached them to his back. “Bye!” He used a flash step and appeared next to Sora.

“You did not just–” A comically large explosion, sent him flying over their heads and on the other side of them.

Deltorix smirked a bit and looked at Sora. “Think he will say, ‘Of course you know this means war’?”

Sora shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Eh, it was war already. Speaking of which…”

Biter, Metal Chocobo, Fenrir, and Ultima all slammed into Deltorix’s backside, sending him flying in likewise comical manner. Sora chuckled. “Looks like I’m not the only one getting spanked tonight.”

“SHIP THAT TOO!!!”

“No fair! We had a truce!” Deltorix shouted as he flew through the air.

Arkham appeared behind Sora and grabbed his shoulders, “BACKSHOTS!” He slammed his knees into his back and crashed him through the debris, and down back to the arena.

Sora grumbled as he pushed himself back to his feet, summoning Mysterious Stalker and Ultima to his hands. “Now what sort of cowardly blackguard attacks someone from behind like that?!” he demanded with faux outrage.

“Supervillain Landing!” Arkham landed in front of Sora, the battlefield changing from the field of debris to the lava rivers. He took out Shisui and prepared a kendo stance.

Blue lightning sparked around the two fighters as rocks and the ground itself moved around them, forming into a large sphere around her two, enclosing them inside. “Time for plan B!” Deltorix said as he and a few dozen clones picked up the sphere and started walking it to the edge of the arena.

There was a pause inside the sphere and Arkham turned to Sora, “...I’m beating his ass.” He then prepared a stance, “Kappa Style: Amano–gawa!” Arkham slashed at the air and split the sphere in twain and lunged at Deltorix and his clones.

“Not good!”

“Run boss!”

“Take the bullet!” Each of the clones shouted as they moved to take the hits while the real Deltorix ran from the fight.

Sora leapt from the sphere as well with a sigh. “Really didn’t want to do this, but these clones are getting really annoying.” He summoned a lion-themed keyblade to his hand while a dozen other keybades appeared in the air around him, each one geared towards increasing magic and summon power. “Hold them off, Arkham. It’s time to bring out the big guy.”

Before Sora could do what he had planned a magical energy chain wrapped around him and one of the clones smirked. “Got him!”

Reaper flashed through the air, tearing through the chain like it was made of paper. Biter slammed into the clone, flinging it away. All the while, Sora began to glow with malevolent red energy.

“I told him that wouldn’t work.” One of the other clones said while shaking his head.

Arkham sprinted towards the real Deltorix with his sword sheathed, he narrowed his eyes, “Ittoryu Iai: Shi Shishi Sonson!” Within a flash, Arkham appeared behind Deltorix to cut into the dragon’s chest.

Deltorix clapped his hands and jumped into the air before landing on his hands, sending a wave of alchemy through the ground. “Plan C!” He shouted before using fire bending to launch himself out of the way of Arkham’s attack.

Arkham lunged after Deltorix, using Kamisori to keep on his trail, first performing a slash to his chest. Followed up by another, “FOXFIRE STYLE: KARYU ISSEN!” A trail of fire sparked from the sword and with a grunt, performed a devastating overhead slash that knocked Deltorix out of the sky and splashing down into a lava river.

The lava seemed to slowly sink as Deltorix stayed under, then he rose from the lava and slammed his fist together. “Lava dragon slayer magic! Lava dragon roar!” He shouted before firing a beam of red hot magma at Arkham.

Arkham crossed his arms together and used the lava setting of the suit’s Admiral’s capabilities to split the lava in two. Following up the attack, he formed a spear of ice and chucked it down at Deltorix, aiming to piercing his body.

“Gah!” Deltorix was indeed pierced by the ice spear. “Son of a-” He groaned as he grabbed the spear and breathed fire on it till it melted enough to snap off, then he pulled himself off. When Arkham saw him he had a red glowing hole in his stomach that closed up. “That hurt worse than when Nightmare Moon stabbed me in the heart.”

Before Arkham could reply, the arena was shaken by a mid-sized earthquake. Arkham and Deltorix turned to look, the former flashing back to his fight against Coco as a mountain rose into the sky.

“IS THAT SATAN?!” Arkham cried out, holding his head YouTube thumbnail style.

Music began to play, an ominous piece of classical music as the top of the mountain began to shift. Great black wings unfurled to reveal a great demon, bare-chested and buried from the hips down in the mountain. He stared down at Arkham and Deltorix, grinning malevolently, his face lit from beneath by the mountain’s hellfire.

“Crap, this bastard.” Deltorix said with a groan. “Hey Arkham, got anything bigger than those little nose makers in that belt of yours?”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna… But y’know what? Fuck it.” Arkham activated a capsule and revealed the Batmobile. He climbed inside and pushed a button, the vehicle started to transform and shift and almost like an autobot, turned into a small mech.

“Bad ass, I want it.” Deltorix said with a chuckle before he smirked. “If we are going with mechs, let me pull mine out.” He reached into his inventory.

“This sounds like we’re all whipping out our cocks and comparing them,” Arkham noted from the Bat-Mech.

Deltorix pulled out a massive blue robot with flame decals and a car for a head. “My mech!” Deltorix said before flapping his wings to get into the car.

Arkham turned to the giant demon-thing off in the distance, “Our music is better than your music!” And just like that, from the speakers, he started to play a song. Despite being in mech suits, they were still small compared to the mountain of a monster. Arkham smashed his fists together as from his fists, shotguns appeared at the end.

“Hey Arkham, how about the speedball special?” Deltorix asked as he made the mech crack its knuckles.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Arkham rolled the mech’s shoulders and loaded its fists.

Deltorix’s mech picked up Arkham’s before spinning around and throwing him at the massive demon. “Let’s rock!” Afterword rockets fired from the feet of Deltorix’s mech and he flew after Arkham.

Arkham clenched his fist and reared his fist back, rockets appearing on the elbows of the mech. ‘Call it 9/11 how we’re gonna hit this motherfucker twice,’ he thought to himself. With a battle cry, he unleashes a fist right onto Chernabog’s gut and unloads a shotgun blast at the same time.

Chernabog flinched from the strike, but immediately retaliated, raising his arms skyward and causing an eruption of hellfire all around him. As Arkham and Deltorix moved to evade, he gestured down to the ground below, making a grabbing motion. Whisps and swirls of silvery energy rose from the ground, forming into a host of skeletal ghosts, an army of the damned which swarmed up to Arkham and Deltorix, bypassing their ships to attack them directly with claw and sword.

Arkham grunted at the damage to him, he fought back against them. It was then he realized how to win and this time, this time, there are no lava elementals. He smirked and tapped a few buttons on his mech and pushed the eject button, sending him out of the mech. The Bat-Mech continued to fight off the ghosts and ghouls and the Knight used Kamisori to zoom away to the debris above.

Deltorix on the other hand just unleashed his spiritual pressure and pushed away all the ghosts away from him while he rapidly pressed the controls of his mech firing tons of missiles at Chernabog. A small host of demons leapt up from the hellfire around Chernabog, leaping into the path of many of the missiles, destroying about half of them before they could reach their master.

Deltorix frowned a bit. “Damn, hmm I wonder…” He placed his hand on the mech’s controls and focused hard. After a second a massive keyblade appeared in the mech’s hand. “Ha! It worked!”

Chernabog eyed the massive blade with some caution while trying to swipe at Arkham’s mech. A few ghosts that had passed through flew up to his massive ear, and the archdemon paused. He let out a low chuckle before turning his full attention to Deltorix, leaving his demonic minions to occupy the empty mech.

“What’s so funny, big guy?” Deltorix asked as he made the mech run up the mountain and used the massive keyblade to slice through any minions that got in his way. “Don’t you know keyblades are made of light? Your weakness!”

Chernabog spoke, a tongue that threatened agony to the mind and sanity. The words were incomprehensible and unhearable to Deltorix, but the intent somehow carved itself into his mind. “I was summoned by that detestable blade, foolish mortal. Its form may do me harm, but its nature cannot be turned against me. Now come and meet the end of all souls.”

“Oh yeah?” Deltorix asked as he punched a large group of minions and leaped onto Chernabog’s chest, climbing higher and stabbing the massive keyblade into his chest, causing the titanic demon to flinch. “Let's see how you like about ten megatons of tnt.” The mech grabbed a hold of the massive demon as Deltorix pushed a big red button that had ‘do not push under any circumstances’ written on it. The mech started to shake as it started to overload and Deltorix teleported to Arkham’s side. “Sup.”

He then put up a strong shield around Chernabog. “Five, four, three, two…and..” He counted down before a massive explosion from his mech blowing up, the shield funneled the explosion up and away from the arena and audience.

Arkham sat on top of the debris above. Crossing his arms with his eyes closed, he knew this situation and this time he had a chance. When he fought Coco and her summons, he realized that to win, he had to get to her and defeat her. But he couldn’t because of the Firebird and Lava Titan beating him relentlessly, it took him a while to figure that weakness out. But this time he has a chance to change his fate, to avenge Noel’s loss, and to win respectively.

His musings were cut off by a massive explosion, followed immediately by a roar of agonized wrath. He opened his eyes to see Chernabog bending over, a massive crater carved out of his chest. Liquid hellfire and damned souls streamed out of the wound. The archdemon, however, righted himself soon after, glaring over at Deltorix with absolute malice.

“Well shit…I was hoping that would be enough damage to make him disappear.” Deltorix said before he patted Arkham’s shoulder. “You go find Sora, I will deal with smokey here.” He said before he started walking forward, claiming his face and forming a white mask with red markings on it.

Before he could get very far, however, ghostly and demonic hands burst from the ground, grabbing his ankles. Hosts of demons and ghosts clawed their way out of the ground and up his body, weighing him down and slashing and biting at every inch of flesh they could reach. All the while, Chernabog began to form a massive ball of hellfire in his hands.

Deltorix looked down at the ghosts on him before he sighed and let out a extremely loud hollow scream that froze all the weaker spirits, he then summoned a blue blade and cut them to ribbens. “These little ghosts won’t stop me smoke face.” He said in a distorted voice. “How about you shrink yourself down and face me on your own, or are you scared a mortal will be able to do more than hurt you?” He aimed his sword at Chernabog.

Chernabog sneered down at Deltorix before grinning as his flesh began to knit itself back together. He raised his hands high above his head, his ball of hellfire rapidly growing to rival the size of his own mountain. With a great roar, he flung the miniature accursed sun at Deltorix.

Deltorix opened his maw and charged his spirit energy into a red sphere before firing a massive red beam at the ball of hellfire. “You think I can’t handle your little fire?”

The fire scattered before his beam, but it had been a ruse. A massive black hand shot out through the explosion and grabbed Deltorix, pinning his arms to his side. Chernabog rose back to his full height as the fire faded, grinning evilly down at the tiny dragon in his grasp. He began to squeeze.

Deltorix groaned as his mask cracked and fell off, he glazed over and smirked seeing Arkham holding Sora over the edge. “Hey ugly, what do you think happens if Sora gets tossed out of the arena?” He asked before his eyes turned red and he glanced back at the massive demon. “Either way, you showed me your hell fire, now try mine, amaterasu!” Black flames shot from Deltorix’s eyes and covered Chernabog's face.

Chernabog ignored the fire and turned to look at where Deltorix had indicated. He raised an eyebrow and gestured at Deltorix with his head, the question obvious. Arkham waited and looked at Chernabog, nodding his head to him. Chernabog grinned and turned back to Deltorix, giving him one final squeeze before bringing his other hand slamming down on his head.

Deltorix groaned as he was crushed before in a pop he appeared in the stands with his team “Huh?” He looked around before groaning. “Damn it!” He flipped off the massive demon and started to drink health potions.

Back at the arena, Arkham held Sora in his arms, looking at the Keyblader, “You have got to be one of the greatest people I’ve ever fought. You’re amazing, Sora.”

“I try,” Sora groaned, barely conscious. “Any chance of you just leaving me here to recover for round two?”

Arkham took off his mask and smiled, “Nah,” he chucked him off the arena just like Sora did to Noel. Giving him a military salute, “I’ll be seeing you in therapy–NOT!”

Sora appeared in the stands between Sol and Luna, with Coco trotting over to begin casting Cure spells on him. “Well,” he said, “we had a good run. And hey, ours wasn’t the first team eliminated, so that’s something.”

Sol glared at him. “Apart from you, your team was wiped out long before any other team was even half depleted.”

“Yeah, but that’s not my fault, is it? OW! NOT THE FACE!!!”