Error 41 was originally Bally an error in litrolix’s code, he got removed and put in a new body. He likes sawblades and murder. He’s going to have to fight John, a blue star shaped entity from the shape verse. He has sharp edges and a bit of magic in his arsenal. Now, they have to fight in an arena of death to get to the next round. I hope you enjoy this fight as much as I did writing it.
"I'm not afraid of him," John said.
They were standing on opposite sides of a large field with a circle around them. In the middle of the circle was a large ring made of black metal. A massive gate stood before them. The gate had three doors. One for each of their opponents.
John looked at Error and laughed. "You're scared? You want to run away?"
Error grinned and scoffed. "I am not scared of you."
"Let me tell you something about myself," John said as he slowly walked towards his opponent. "I can defeat any foe. I can make them feel pain like none other. It's my gift to all those who cross my path. I will slaughter anyone that gets in my way. Do you know what this means? That means it will be me who wins the tournament, and you who loses. And when I win, you will never walk again. Not ever. Because I will kill you, and then I will use your body for the greatest pleasure known to man."
Error's eyes widened and he glanced back at the gate.
"That's right. You won't even have a body left. I'll grind you into the ground and let the worms feast on your remains."
"I'm sorry, but what did you say?" Error asked.
"What's wrong? Can't you hear yourself? I'm not just talking. I'm telling you exactly how it's going to happen. So why don't you do something? Why don't you run? Go somewhere safe where no one will bother you. But if you're not smart enough to figure out how to escape, then you deserve to die." Just then, Error takes a move forward, and grabs John by the throat. Then he drags him through the gate, leaving behind a trail of blood.
John falls to the ground, and is killed instantly.
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The crowd roared with cheers as the two combatants moved across the field towards each other.
