Location: The Abandoned Virex Science Lab
The lights flicker. Machines hum with half-dead energy. Something in the corner sparks, then explodes. And into this decaying temple of intellect step two forces of sheer, unnatural power.
[CAMERA SWEEPS low across shattered glass and twisted metal. Two figures approach from opposite ends of the lab.]
Inkmatas emerges from the shadows, molten light pulsing under her skin. Her every breath ripples with heat, her eyes glowing with the promise of incineration. Flames whisper around her fingertips, and the Creation Glove hums with restrained potential. She doesn’t know why she’s here—but someone will burn before she leaves.
Clipz blinks into view like a corrupted file—his body digitized, then rendered fully in a blink. He scans the room. Health bar: full. Inventory: limitless. Morality: undefined. His smirk is all pixel teeth and confidence. “Looks like it’s time to play.”
FIGHT STARTS.
Inkmatas moves first—her feet don’t touch the ground. She teleports five meters forward in a blaze of thermal force and unleashes a spiraling jet of Inkstone Flames. The heat bends the air itself. Clipz raises a hand, rewinds time by two seconds, and sidesteps where the flame used to be. Reality shifts. Clipz summons a digital turret from thin air and lets it rip—high-velocity plasma bolts fill the lab with blinding light. Inkmatas dives, her body flickering with heat mirages, and SLAMS the ground—molten cracks race across the tiles as she channels body-temp into the floor, turning it into a battlefield of lava. Clipz glitches upward, levitating above the heat. He starts to edit the environment midair, replacing the lab's ceiling with a skybox, summoning low-gravity physics. Inkmatas launches off the molten floor like a meteor, her body encased in fire. They CLASH midair. Glove meets glitched arm. Flame meets false code. The shockwave shatters every beaker, every panel, even the reinforced steel door buckles under the pressure. Inkmatas roars. Her glove pulses—she creates a barrage of flaming spears and hurls them all at once. One pierces Clipz through the chest, and his body flickers...
...but then regenerates. "Nice try," he whispers, grabbing her by the throat.
He starts to deconstruct her—pixels spreading across her skin. Her temperature rises dangerously.
"No," she says, voice low and volcanic. "You forgot..."
She smiles.
"I can melt code."
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