VFX: Teudogar Ravenfeeder VS Tycho

The commercial break ends in the usual earthquake-like outburst of sound and lightning, and the VFX logo flashes on the TV-screens all over the world before exploding and showing the gamehost, Reverend Dropkick McMurphy, standing in the middle of the Grand Stage in the studio with a microphone in his hands. As he raises one hand into the sky, the audience goes bananas and starts a screaming stampede around the stage.

I saaaay! Aaare youuu readyyy? Ready for what? Ready for the second fight of the VFX! Good evenin' folks, and welcome back once again to Violence Fights of eXtreme! Tonight, it's time for our second great battle, and we can only hope it'll prove itself as awesome as the first! Now, let's give it up for tonights brawlers! Can I hear a prayer for Teudogar Ravenfeeder, the Teutonic Terror? And for Tycho, the Godlike, can I get a Hallelujah? I saaay! Sadly, because of technological issues, we don't have time for no interviews, but who needs 'em anyway, eh? With that, I'll go straight to introducing tonights arena!

ST. PETERS BASILICA

The St. Peters Basilica, located within the very heart of the Vatican City, is known to most as the greatest Christian church worldwide. There are numerous facts to be known about this grand monument of faith and religion; it can take in 60.000 people, and it's said to have been built on the burial site of Peter himself! Now, there're also tons of other myths and legends about that place; tales of deep underground catacombs, secret doors and corridors... there's no end to the possibilities! To add some action, we're going to release the fighters on one of the most tourist-rich days of the year, so there'll be plenty of innocent bystanders to get squashed! So! Fighters! You may begin! LET! THERE! BE...

All of a sudden, Natacha pushes mr Dropkick out of the camera and grabs hold of it, looking deep into it.

Hiello, Natacha hiere! I just want to say, that I likie likie booth mister Teodoggie and mister Tycho. Big muscles are sooo big. I has special prize for winnink dis game: date with Natacha! Isn't that swee...

The Reverend comes back into view with a dropkick, which lands right in the left side of Natachas face, sending her away from the camera at a high speed.
...BLOOD! Begin!

You have until late Thursday to squash eachother. Good luck

 

Tycho looks around briefly for his opponent, but the size of the crowd and number of obstacles make such searching useless. He grabs a map from a stand and upon a quick glance over it decides that the dome will be the best place to go.
"This crowd is ... problematic." Tycho says, as he tries to make his way to the elevator. Everyone who looks at him pauses, as though it's strange to see someone carrying around visible weaponry, but most never give a glance in his direction. He spies the stairs nearby, which seem to be practically deserted, and begins to make his ascent.

Well, it seems one of our combatants has decided to take the high road as it were.

One of the most basic strategies around, higher ground is always an advantage.

 

As Tycho topped the staircase, he ran into another group of tourists milling about on the roof, unconcerned with the events about to transpire around them. Tycho pressed his way through the crowd, into the dome, to look out over the interior of the Basilica. Before he made it inside, he noticed that more and more people were moving along in the same direction. Being carried along by the flood of people he heard outcries about some half-crazed barbarian climbing the pillars toward the roof.

Finally the stampede stopped, as the people pressed against one another, in order to get as close as possible to the edge of the parapet to see the spectacle before them. Tycho pressed on through the crowd until he finally caught a glimpse of his adversary climbing op to him. "I have you now, my esteemed opponent." And Tycho reached to draw out his bow, only to realize that in the throng of people his arms could barely move, much less draw his bow and fire it. Tycho tried to move people away from him, but more pressed in to fill the gaps. His unusual appearance was not enough to gain him any separation from the crowd given the ridiculous scene before them.

Pressing forward, Tycho decided to take a chance, leaping high into the air, over the heads of those in between him and the edge of the parapet. He caught the low wall with his feet, and latched his knees over it. Drawing his bow in the air, he steadied himself as best he could hanging from his knees, pulled back the arrow and took a shot.

After taking his shot he flipped over the side, and while sliding down the pillar, hoisted his bow back over his shoulder, and drew his sword, hoping to catch his opponent off-guard, when they found themselves on the ground.

And so it begins, folks.

 

Tycho quickly decided that standing in the way of a raging bull wielding a battle-axe is a good way to die. As such, he held his ground, waiting until the last possible moment to move aside in order to take his opponent off guard. He managed to stop the axe, for the most part with his sword, but the momentum of the brute sent him sprawling into the Altar in the middle of the room. Meanwhile his opponent proceeded to cleave through the tourists as they scattered in every direction from what they reasonably suspected would be their demise.

As he came to his feet, he felt hot blood flow down his arm from where the axe had still connected. The barbarian turned from his carnage, blood flowing down his face, Tycho grinned. "You don't look so well friend, perhaps you should take a moment to calm down...someone's liable to get hurt." As he said this, Tycho moved to just in front of the altar, preparing to flip backwards onto it, once the barbarian charged again.

Teudogar screamed as he charged again, and Tycho executed his back-flip flawlessly. Unfortunately, a stone altar is not much better than paper against a battle-axe in the hands of such a foe, and it was cloven in two. As the table collapsed, Tycho fell off to the side of the table. And as the barbarian turned to hack him in two on the ground, Tycho grabbed the half of the table nearest him, and swung it at his over-sized adversary.

That boy's crazier'n a truck full of nuts.

oooh, eet's so excitink to see da boys fightink ofer me so valiantly.

 

Taking advantage of his opponent's need to draw a new weapon, Tycho charged in. However, Teudogar managed to have his blade ready before Tycho could find his mark. Sword met sword, and each proceeding swing met steel rather than flesh. The clanging metal echoed throughout the Basilica, the light flashing off of their blades creating ghostly shapes on the walls. "Tiring already? Maybe we should find you a place to sit down." Tycho was quicker than his opponent, but in spite of his ample strength, this bearded behemoth was stronger still. With each passing round of blows, the barbarian came closer to breaking through Tycho's defense. His anger and frustration becoming nearly tangible, and his strength growing with his rage.

As they danced about the room, Tycho backed into a pool of entrails from one of the hapless tourists cloven in two by a large axe. And, as he dodged one of the large man's blows, he slipped and fell to the ground, face first. Not failing to take advantage of his opportunity, Teudogar swung his blade into Tycho's right shoulder. Tycho tucked and rolled with the momentum of the blow, going between the giant's legs. Rising on the other side, he found his arm hanging limply at his side, his sword at the feet of his adversary.

Thinking quickly, Tycho took a swift kick at his rival's injured leg. He then headed for the nearest staircase down, hoping his opponent would have some difficulty with stairs in his injured state. As he descended the stairs, he pulled the automatic rifle off his back. Maybe somewhere in the grottoes he could find a place to steady his rifle, in spite of using his left arm, and get enough good shots at his opponent to take him down.

And the blood shall flow like water, and it will be glorious!

 

Tycho climbed to his feet, shaking his head as he attempted to regain some sense of balance, dripping with blood from various sources. He turned to see his over-sized opponent doing the same, with the haft of an axe still in his hand. Tycho searched about for a weapon, settling on the femur from one of the many skeletons now littering the area in pieces. He charged his enemy with all the strength he could muster.

The oaf swung with his axe shaft, which Tycho deflected with the femur, as he slammed his right shoulder into the great mass before him. Pain exploded from his injury, as his opponent went flying back through a couple coffins and into the wall. Tycho had just managed to clear the pain from his head, when he saw a large piece of wood slam into his face, sending him back through a pillar, and into the other wall. He coughed as he stood up, shaking his head to clear his vision, "So, do ya think they'll bother taking you out of this tomb once you're dead? Seems like the waste of a perfectly good burial." Picking up a large shard from the stone pillar he had so recently been in contact with, Tycho stepped toward his opponent, keeping himself just out of reach watching for an opening.

"Judgement approacheth, only the worthy shall stand. Folks, this fights coming to an end, and it will surely be an impressive one, can I get an Hallelujah!"