You've been standing in the wooded area on the western side of Titan's island for a while now, tapping your foot on the grassy floor beneath you while you wait for Namur to show up.

While you wait, your mind wanders back to the pep talk Crush gave you. It feels good to embrace your attraction to someone, but does Namur feel the same way? Are you being too forward with something he doesn't want to be involved in? Oh god, what if he thinks you're a creep?! That'd be so embarrassing you'd die! Why did your race have to be so emotional? You bet humans never feel like this, fretting over every small thing until it all blows up in your face like--

“URUUUAAAGGHH!!!”

There's a loud roar above you, and your eye become wide as saucers as you see Namor about to plunge his pike into you from above!

You need to snap out of it and counter his surprise attack!

A: Grab the head of his spear and swing him around, maybe into a tree or something!

B: Just dodge out of the way! There might not be enough time to do anything else!

C: Fire a starbolt up at him! Test how strong that that armor he's wearing is.

D: Use your suit to armor yourself up! It should protect you!

>>3224482
>D: Use your suit to armor yourself up! It should protect you!
Get used to this thing as soon as possible, it may save our lives.

>>3224482
>B: Just dodge out of the way! There might not be enough time to do anything else!

>>3224482
>A: Grab the head of his spear and swing him around, maybe into a tree or something!

>>3224482
>D

“EEP!” You squeak out before crossing your arms above you, allowing the suit to create a protective layer of armor that should hopefully protect against the strike!

Namur's spear tip spikes into the armor, the force behind it strong enough to sink your feet into the dirt before he's deflected away from you!

He flips backwards through the air, landing swiftly on his feet and readying himself for another attack on you.

“What's the big idea?! That's no fair ambushing me like that!” You shout at him, puffing up your face in irritation.

“Your enemy isn't going to fight fair.” He responds calmly.

“You're not my enemy though! It totally doesn't count when you do it!” You protest, but all it does is make his mouth twitch into a faint smirk.

“Pretend I am.” He says before going in for another strike, the spearhead thrusting forward at you with deadly precision!

You're forced to take steps back as your use your protected forearms to try and parry the spear strikes, almost overwhelmed by how fast he's able to flurry the attempted skewers at you!

That red cloth tied around the end of it keeps catching your occasional glance, but so far you're able control your focus and defend yourself.

Darn it! You need to make an opening for a counter attack!

A: Rope a dope. See if you can tire him out before he exhausts your defenses!

B: See if you can get to the handle of your construct creator and fight fire with fire by using a weapon of your own!

C: Fire some beams into the ground to separate him from you! It'll give you some time to get your head straight and formulate a better attack plan!

D: Fly away! He can't poke you if you're too high up!

>>3224691
>C: Fire some beams into the ground to separate him from you! It'll give you some time to get your head straight and formulate a better attack plan!

>>3224691
>B: See if you can get to the handle of your construct creator and fight fire with fire by using a weapon of your own!

A quarterstaff should be a good counter to his spear. Lets hope using one was taught by the warlords.

>>3224691
>B: See if you can get to the handle of your construct creator and fight fire with fire by using a weapon of your own!

>>3224707
>>3224711
Roll D100!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3224759

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3224759

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3224759

>>3224691
>B

You make a quick attempt for the construct device on your hip, thrusting it out and channeling your energy to form the first weapon you can think of!

The pole of Namur's spear is forced back, causing him to cease his offense as you push into his spear with your constructed Okaaran War Glaive!

“Grhh!!” Namur grunts, the spear held horizontally against his chest as he forced away from you, leaving no choice but to quickly back-step to avoid your pressure.

You retract the glaive, twirling it in your hand for a moment and letting violet flames dance off it in a whirlwind before stabbing it into the ground.

Jeez, how long has it been since you had to hold one of these? There was a time back in your younger days where every day you had to do exercises with this weapon.

You look over at Namur, readying your pole-arm and taking off the ground in a flying lunge to strike him!

However, Namur is far from unprepared, as you see him raise his left arm in front of his chest, the armor covering his wrist beginning to shift around mechanically.

The ornate design of a sun that was once engraved into the armor starts to protrude from the plating, fanning open into a large, round shield!

The blade of your glaive bounces off it, and with it Namur thrusts his shield arm aside to push the blade off him, taking you off balance for a moment with his shield swipe!

You're sent careening back onto the ground, landing on a knee before quickly standing to face him again!

He stands completely secure by the shield, only the top of his head and eyes visible has he holds the spear over it like a Spartan warrior.

A: Break his defense, literally! See how sturdy that shield really is with whatever attacks you have in you!

B: See if you can bait him into taking a stab at you, then knock his shield away so he becomes open to a strike!

C: Fly above him and plunge downward! He probably won't expect an attack from directly above!

D: See if you can change your weapon into something that shield can't defend against, but you'll have to think fast!

E: Maybe you could try throwing starbolts at it in hopes of it getting so hot he burns himself! That'll force him to let go!

>>3224909
>C: Fly above him and plunge downward! He probably won't expect an attack from directly above!

>>3224909
>D: See if you can change your weapon into something that shield can't defend against, but you'll have to think fast!

A flail or whip!
Whip that pussy!

>>3224909
>D: See if you can change your weapon into something that shield can't defend against, but you'll have to think fast!

>>3224909
>>C: Fly above him and plunge downward! He probably won't expect an attack from directly above!

>>3224909
>D: See if you can change your weapon into something that shield can't defend against, but you'll have to think fast!

>>3224909
>D

Not a bad strategy Namur, but your gear is way ahead of that!

With another twirl of the construct, the straight head of the pole-arm now curves into a scythe, perfect for getting around that shield!

Namur's shield lowers as his eyes are filled with shock! You guess he thought that your weapon only had the one form...

Before you give him a chance to adapt to your newest form of offense, you rocket forward off the ground and wind up your scythe, putting everything you got into swing as you cleave at Namur!

He tries to cover behind his shield, but it's futile as the hot blade hooks around him and cuts around his back, making him howl in pain!

It might look cruel, but you dig the hot part of the blade in to cauterize the wound, not wanting to him bleed profusely. It's bad enough hitting him like that to begin with...

That doesn't change anything, however. You're both taking this fight seriously, and to prove it Namur thrusts the spear blindly, but methodically, and you feel the tip cut across your abdomen!

“Hngnh!” You cry through gritted teeth, feeling it make a shallow carve into your orange muscle and give the area a throbbing ache as it's pulled back!

Namur thrusts his shield forward, making you stumble backward as he creates distance between you both.

His shield collapses into itself and returns to the hidden compartment, showing that Namur understands it won't work against you currently.

You look at your stomach area and wince. It's not a deep cut, but it's long and bleeding over your suit. You watch as the outfit regenerates itself over the wound, compressing over it and putting pressure on it. Huh, that's pretty handy...

Wait, what are you doing?! You're in a fight!

You quickly look back up in enough time to see Namur's speer darting towards your chest, but you have enough time to sway out of its way and watch the blade sink into a tree behind you!

Looking back at Namur, you're able to catch him retrieving the shortsword from his belt and lunge at you! He has his free hand outstretched with his claws extended, looking like a hungry predator pouncing on his next meal!

A: Hook the scythe around him and slam him to the ground!

B: Toss a starbolt up at him, make him land on it!

C: Fly into his stomach while he's open, giving him one of your signature tackles!

D: Roll under him and completely ignore his pounce!

>>3225112
>speer
>D

>>3225112
>A: Hook the scythe around him and slam him to the ground!

>>3225121
>>3225127
Hmm...

Roll D100!

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>3225165

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3225165

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3225165

>>3225112
>A
>D

Thinking quickly, you roll under Namur, but as you're at the end of your tumble you extend the curve of the scythe around his waist!

And with relative ease, you push your body forward and swing the ensnared Namur over your head, causing his back to slam into the dirt in front of you!

Wasting no time, you're quick scramble over to him stomp onto the hand clutching onto the sword, putting the tip of the scythe to his neck as you loom over him!

There's a moment of silence between you two, with Namur's realization of that he just died and your mind coming to terms that you've taken a life, the tension in this scenario as stolen your words from you...

… But this was training, so you're quick to show a confident grin at the defeated cat-man!

“I win!” You announce with a short giggle, moving the scythe away from him.

Namur frowns, his eyes narrowing as he comes to terms with his loss.

“What is that thing? You didn't have it when we were at the docks.” He asks, sounding annoyed that he had to deal with such a versatile device.

“Ah-Ah! Secret technology from my dad's alien friends!” You tell him, wagging your finger.

He just rolls his eyes, breathing a tired sigh as you take your boot off his hand.

“I don't like losing to you...” He grumbles, spreading his arms as he looks off to the side and tries to regain some energy.

“Oh, don't be like that... I'm always up for a rematch!” You inform him cheerfully, but he just lets out a soft growl.

Phew! You could use a break too. Even if you won, that was a really stressful match...

A: Lay down next to Namur, but not huddled up against him.

B: Flop down on top of Namur and rest your head on his shoulder. Make him your beefcake pillow.

C: See if you can turn your constructor into a chair or something. That'd be super cool!

D: There's no time to rest, there's that situation with your dad you still have to deal with...

>>3225250
>B: Flop down on top of Namur and rest your head on his shoulder. Make him your beefcake pillow.

>>3225250
C.

>>3225250
>B: Flop down on top of Namur and rest your head on his shoulder. Make him your beefcake pillow.
If he doesn't want to cuddle with a cute space girl after a spar then he ain't worth our time.

>>3225250
>A: Lay down next to Namur, but not huddled up against him.

I don't mind Rena getting a beefcake pillow, but I prefer this to move the relationship forward.

>>3225332
We're gonna be in Murder Namek soon, so taking it slow won't cut it. Enjoy it while it lasts.

>>3225250
>B

You take a deep breath and allow your legs to give out, planting yourself atop Namur's chest armor for a moment before rolling off to his side and laying your head on his shoulder.

Namur's taken back by this, turning his head to see you laying beside him like this with a look of surprise across his jaguar visage.

“Rena...? What are you...?” He tries to ask, but you just smile at him. His face looks so cute when he's confused.

“My dad always said that fighting was the best way to get closer to someone, and I can understand why.” You start to explain, snuggling up closer to him.

“If it's so easy for us to strike each other, why should this be difficult?”

Namur is still speechless, and you can feel a slight shiver going through him as he feels you against him. I guess he's never had a situation like this happen, even with the Amazons...

He's hesitant, but eventually he audibly gulps as he rolls onto his side, fully facing you.

Slowly, he puts his free arm around you and hugs you close, allowing you to nuzzle under his furry chin.

Even if he's in steel platting, having him hold you close like this feels so warm and wonderful... It's a deeper feeling of compassion than a hug from your parents. At the same time, it all feels natural... As if it was in your genetic code to be embraced like this, to have a bond this close... From what little you know about your species' history, it probably is...

You feel so safe and content in his strong arms, you can't help but close your eyes as you rest against him...

… There's a soft rumble coming from his throat, and you feel your cheeks getting hot from how cute this revelation is.

Namur is purring! Purring! Oh my god that is so cute! It's so cute that you can't help put snicker, which stops the sound immediately.

“Don't laugh, I can't help it...” He mumbles, his muzzle now gently placed atop the white blanket of your hair.

You want to tease him about it, but there's another rumble... A loud one... One that comes with the crackle of electricity and... Oh no.

You hear him clear his throat first, causing you and Namur to spread away from the embrace and look up to see your dad looming over you both, dressed head to toe in black with a tight tee-shirt gripping his body, pleated slacks, and shining loafers.

Oh no.
[Finished in the next post!]

>>3225363
“Stand up.” He coldly orders.

“Dad, this is--”

“Stand up!” He barks out, motivating you and Namur to separate and get back on your feet.

“Dad, seriously?!” You ask in disbelief, but he's not looking at you, his eyes are locked onto Namur.

“I gotta test you. It's nothing personal.” Your dad grimly states, his right hand leaving one of his pants pockets and extending out to his side.

“... Fine. I desire to face you anyway.” Namur responds, glaring ahead at him.

“What are you doing?!” You ask your dad, standing somewhat between them.

“Daddy's getting his belt. That's what I'm doing.” He answers, and with that a mass of electric energy starts to form in his outstretched hand!

You're starting to really panic now. You haven't seen your dad go to this far in years, and it's terrifying. You don't know if this is a sign of respect to Namur by treating him as a serious opponent, or if he intends on killing him!

Whatever the reason is, it's too late to stop it as the mass of electrity explodes in a blinding flash, causing you and Namur to avert your gaze from your father.

When your eyes return, you see it. The monstrous skull with glowing eyes crackling with red static, slowly being lowered to your dads waist and snapping around his body with a audible click.

“GOHHHHGOOHHHGOOOHHHHGOHHHH” The belt lets out a strange cry, causing a twisted grin to appear on your dad's face as he presses his hand over a switch on the front.

“HENSHIN!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2rMbOfPtSA

[To be Kontinued soon!]

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Alright guys! Hope you guys liked the start of this thread! Sorry for not running much prior, but it's been an exhausting week with me having to cover for someone who's out sick!

Hopefully I'll get that second chapter of the Reno stuff done by Sunday, which is also when I plan on running again! See you guys back here then!


>>3225337
I'm going to try and not make it Namek by having tournament fights take place in different areas across Earthrealm and Outworld, kind of like stages in a fighting game! Besides, I think Murder Namek is just regular Namek anyway...

>>3225375
If there's some rest time in-between matches for other stuff to happen, then that's great. Otherwise it'll still be a slog.

>>3225378
Of course there will be! I want you guys to interact with all the MK stuff in Outworld!

>>3225369
There's no time wasted between the flash of light signaling your father's transformation and his first attack on Namur. Completely dressed in his Power Rider suit, he does a jumping rider kick directly at the beastly warrior!

Namur is flawless with his reaction time, however, deploying his shield once more to defend against your father!

His kick connects dead-center with the shield, but something neither you or Namur could've predicted happens; the outstretched leg begins to flash and sink into the shield, with the rest of your father's body following after as he morphs into a wave of lightning splashing against the protective surface!

You and Namur watch in confusion as the splash of electricity bends and warps over the entire surface, snaking around him and striking the dirt behind him!

As it connects with the soil,the outline of a person's figure starts to form, and you gasp as your dad materializes with a crackling shimmer of electrical energy behind Namur!

Unfortunately he's too slow react to such a bizarre evasion, and as he turns his Jaguar head around a shocking elbow is speared into his right cheek, spinning his gaze right back around as spit flies from his maw at the force of the impact!

You feel something strange in your head when you see him get hurt, even though he's spins back into a steady position after the hit. It feels like a fragile part of your mind just got prodded...

“Come on! Don't sleep on me!” Your dad taunts, rushing forward in a jumping somersault!

You're trying to think while he spirals in the air of if and how you could help Namur in this fight! But what can you do?!

A: “Watch your head, he's going for an axe-kick!”

B: “Duck! He's gonna get you with that Frankensteiner thingy!”

C: “Come on, Namur! Stop hiding behind that stupid shield and go feral on him or something!”

D: “Dad stop it! Leave him alone!”

E: Don't say anything. This isn't your fight.

>>3232237
>B: “Duck! He's gonna get you with that Frankensteiner thingy!”
Don't worry, just make sure to job a little less and Reno will defeat himself!

>>3232237
>E: Don't say anything. This isn't your fight.

>>3232279
>>3232280
Need a tie breaker between these two! Next vote decides it!

>>3232237
E.

>>3232237
>E

>>3232237
>E

You hold your tongue. Namur can hold his own, you know he can!

As you think that, your dad shoots both of his legs towards in an improvised drop kick!

The heels of his boots once again make contact with the shield, but this time you notice Namur's free arm winding back to deliver a punch, but to where? He can't hit your dad very well from that angle...

Namur is quick to reveal his plan to you, though, as he roars and delivers a fierce punch into the back of his shield!

A deafening gong noise emanates from the impact against the shield, the protective metal vibrating at such a level that a shockwave is launched from its surface, sending your father flying backward from the force strong enough to even uproot the grass beneath him!

Despite the sheer power behind the wave, your dad is able to flip back and land safely, dragging his hands and heels across the ground as the force continues to push him for another moment.

“Hah, fast learner...” He remarks, his demonic eyes shining brightly underneath his helmet's visor as he looks up at the Themyscirian warrior.

Namur just growls, and strangely decides to withdraw the shield back into his wristguard.

Adjusting his stance, he then holds two open palms in front of him, aiming his claws at your father.

“Oh? I can do that too.” Your dad responds, and he mimics the pose using the bolt claws at the end of his gloved fingers, small strands of electricity dancing between the digits as he braces himself.

They don't waste time staring each other down, as Namur is the first to lunge forward and go for the first strike!

His right arm tears downward in a long slash, but your father forces him back with an tazing palm strike to his solar plexus, recreating some of the space that was once between the two.

Namur is quick to readjust, retaliating with a flurry of swipes that are met with a rush of your father's own slashing claws!

There are sparks that fly between the two sharpened digits trading cuts with one another, and it's starting to hurt your brain to even imagine the precision to create such clashes to begin with!

Namur then drops down, balancing himself on one hand while lifting his lower body off the ground and swinging both of his shins into your father's waist, making him bend into the sweeping attack!

Your dad grunts in slight pain, but he returns the favor and clutches onto the upper leg, stabbing into it with the wristblade on his free hand and cutting across Namur's thigh!

Namur hisses in pain as blood pours from the wound, staining the armor around the area in crimson before your dad lifts him up and tosses him aside!
You get that twinge in your brain again, see blood drawn from Namur trail behind him as he rolls across the ground before stopping on his hands and knees, snarling up at your father.

[Choices in the next post!]

>>3232523
A: “Namur! Are you alright?!”

B: “Hang in there, big guy! Don't be afraid to cut him back!”

C: “Dad, what are you doing?! Are you trying to kill him?!”

D: Don't. Say. Anything. Namur is adapting to him. You can feel it...

>>3232535
>D: Don't. Say. Anything. Namur is adapting to him. You can feel it...

>>3232535
>D: Don't. Say. Anything. Namur is adapting to him. You can feel it...

>>3232535
>D: Don't. Say. Anything. Namur is adapting to him. You can feel it...

Hope he doesn't cave in his face.

>>3232523
>D

It's hard, but you have to let Namur fight. He's adapting well, you just hope he can walk away from this alive.

Namur staggers back on his feet, blood still pouring from his thigh as he retakes his stance and glares ahead at your father.

“... You know, I don't think you're the one for her. You kind of suck at this.” Your dad begins to taunt, throwing his arms up in a shrug.

“I mean, what if I was here to kill her? Not to undermine my little princess' fighting abilities, but if you were her husband... Well, let's just say that this would be down right pathetic.”

You can feel yourself getting red in the face at his words, but you just grit your teeth and keep silent.

“Hmph, that's funny.” Namur begins, showing a small smirk.

“I would've discarded your daughter if she wasn't capable of protecting herself. I'm only fighting you because I've wanted to defeat you ever since you first set foot on Themyscira.”

“... Oh yeah, I thought you looked familiar. Well, it explains why you're so bad at this. I mean, look at who trained you!” Your father retorts with a small cackle, but little did he know those words would only incite the true potential lurking in Namur.

With another snarl, Namur speeds forward, but this time he's sprinting at a speed much harder for you to keep track of!

It seems to be the case for your father as well, seeing how he just barely returns his focus to the fight as the warrior is upon him!

There's a splash of blood, but you don't know who it's from! All you're able to see is it splatter against the visor of your father's helmet and completely blind him!

What follows next is a side of Namur that he had held back against you, his eyes and claws notably shining with a fiery orange aura as savage sounds escape his throat with every blinding slash of his claws he takes to your father!

Soon, more splashes of blood are seen, but it's more obvious where they come from as rows of cuts are torn into your father's suit! He's actually breaking through!

You want to cheer, but you're too focused on watching his movements, taking in whatever this technique is so you know what to do against it should he use it on you.

Your father tries to counter attack with a blind kick, but Namur grabs the leg with both arms and whips him around, slamming his body into a nearby tree!

The impact is so forceful that the trunk snaps halfway through, destroyed bark folding into itself as it falls away from the two with a deafening crack!
With your dad on the ground, Namur raises his left leg straight over his head and sends it downward, aiming for the center of his chest to end the fight with a crushing blow!

But that's not what happens... No, what happens is your dad suddenly raises his arm and there's a quick flash of lighting that goes across Namur's torso.

You don't know what he did, but the shine in his eyes and claws fade as his eyes roll into the back of his head, falling backward onto the ground.
[More next!]

>>3232687
With your dad on the ground, Namur raises his left leg straight over his head and sends it downward, aiming for the center of his chest to end the fight with a crushing blow!

But that's not what happens... No, what happens is your dad suddenly raises his arm and there's a quick flash of lighting that goes across Namur's torso.

You don't know what he did, but the shine in his eyes and claws fade as his eyes roll into the back of his head, falling backward onto the ground.


“Jesus, you should of pulled that shit from the start...” Your dad grumbles, wiping a hand across the blood smeared onto his visor.

“Dirty trick, squirting that out of your wound...”

As your dad stands, it looks like he's holding something in the hand he had raised to strike down Namur, but you can clearly see that there is nothing in it as he walks back towards you.

“He's alive, and I guess he passes... I would've preferred if you got one with a normal face, though.” He offhandedly comments as he starts to walk pass you.

A: “What'd you do to him...?”

B: “His face looks normal to me, dad! Why are you being such a... S-such an asshole?!”

C: “And I would've preferred if you would stay and apologize to him!”

D: Punch your stupid dad!

E: “... So uh, you know Johnny Cage isn't here, right?”

>>3232691
>D: Punch your stupid dad!
"Well I would've preferred if my dad wasn't suck a heartless psychotic asshole! And don't think I haven't forgotten what you did to Marjane!"

>>3232691
>D: Punch your stupid dad!

>>3232691
>C: “And I would've preferred if you would stay and apologize to him!”

>>3232705
>>3232708
Oh! Roll D100+50!

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Rolled 32 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>3232762
Open wide Reno!

Rolled 40 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>3232762

Rolled 90 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>3232762
In case nobody else rolls in time.

>>3232775
Reno getting knocked down!

>>3232691
>D

“Grrgh... Grhhh!!”

You're getting mad. Like, really mad. This is the angriest you've ever been, so angry that your gritted teeth feel like they could shatter. It's not that he just said something rude about his face, but Namur fought really hard and your dad didn't have anything nice to say about that.

What... What is wrong with him?!

A violet flame burns brightly in your clenched fist, and you can hear the tightening of the flesh in your palm as it burns.

“Nghh...!!! GRRRRGHHH!!!”

You're losing control, but who cares?! WHO CARES?! NOT YOUR STUPID DAD! HE JUST WANT TO HIT THINGS AND BE A... BE A STUPID ASSHOLE! YOU THOUGHT A SWEAR WORD, BUT FUCK IT! HE'S AN ASSHOLE! A DICKHEAD! A SHITEATING FUCKING FUCKER FUCK! FUCK!!!

“DAD!” You shout, your voice carrying enough power behind it to shake the trees around you!

Your dad stops in his track, slowly turning around to look at the consequences of his actions.

The fire is no longer violet, but a bright red that sparks with blue electricity running up your arm! Why?! WHO CARES?!!

“YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” You roar, thrusting the fist right into the center of his helmet, the glass shattering before it actually makes makes contact, but once those fiery knuckles hit him square in the face a powerful shockwave of fire and lightning explode off it in a visible ring!

You can see your dad's devil eyes look at you with genuine fear for a moment, but then he's sent flying away from the energized punch!

His body is sent through rows and rows of trees, making a clearing where you can see him get sent far into the ocean surrounding you! He was hit so hard that you can even see a trail of parted water from where he was sent flying!

Finally, there's a distant pop of an explosion, a small tower of red flame rising before billowing into a blackened smoke over the water.

You breathe heavily for a moment, looking down at your fist.

“Woah...” You quietly marvel at yourself. It was wrong to get that angry and think all that stuff, a hero should never be so vulgar even in their own mind, but... What was that?! You've never seen or done anything like it!

“Ungghh...”
You whip your head around, looking at groaning Namur and letting out a soft gasp. You need to hurry and get the poor guy treated!

Quickly hovering over, you kneel down and carry his beaten body in your arms bridal style, hurrying back into the tower.

[To be kontinued soon!]

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Alright guys, that's it for tonight's updates! Hoped you enjoyed the fighting and angry Rena!

I know I said I would have the second chapter of Reno's side story done today, but I'm kind of getting fickle with some of it so I'll *probably* have it up some time tomorrow instead!
Hopefully I'll be able to run tomorrow night as well, but if not then I definitely will Tuesday! Goodnight wonderful people!

>>3232849
Fwoar...so she can tap into the Red Sun Engine as well?

Nice run Mach.

Surprisingly, you had managed to carry Namur to your room without anyone around to witness it.

You would've taken him back to his own room, but you really wanted to change out of your costume...

Having set him on the floor first, you made it top priority to get that leg bandaged up and the wound you made on his back disinfected. Luckily, every room came with a personal medical kit located in the bathroom, so you didn't have to run all over the place to look for what you needed.

By the time you got done playing doctor, all of the feral warrior's armor had been removed and he now laid flat on your bed, resting in a pair of briefs and a worn canvas shirt to cover him.

Dragging two fingers over the front of your suit, a slit forms for you slip out of and boldly strip the skin tight gear from you.

Even with Namur out like a light, you aren't crazy enough to give him a free show of yourself. Even though you are perfectly concealed in modest undergarments, you decide to throw on a tee-shirt just to be safe.

You stand by the bedside for a moment, watching his steady breathing shake the whiskers outside of his red little nose. The irony of a seasoned fighter like him having such adorable features makes you giggle softly to yourself.

Without hesitation, you climb onto the bed and huddle up next to him, resting your white head of hair onto his chest while your arm hugs onto his abdomen. You smile to yourself warmly and close your eyes as your breathing starts to match his.

**

“... Rena?”

Your eyes slowly flutter open, looking up to see a more upright Namur looking over at you.

“Mhhh... Hey...” You say with a small yawn.

“You feeling better?”


“I'm incredibly sore... But I did feel worse.” He answers.

“Rena... Did I win?”

A: “Yeah, you did a real number on him! He respects you a lot now.”

B: “No, but you fought really well. I'm glad I stopped myself from jumping in so I could see how your hard training pays off.”

C: “No, but that doesn't matter. Don't worry about what he thinks, because I'll make sure he respects you no matter what!”

D: Answer him with a kiss.

>>3236796
>B: “No, but you fought really well. I'm glad I stopped myself from jumping in so I could see how your hard training pays off.”

>>3236796
>B: “No, but you fought really well. I'm glad I stopped myself from jumping in so I could see how your hard training pays off.”

>>3236796
>B: “No, but you fought really well. I'm glad I stopped myself from jumping in so I could see how your hard training pays off.”

>>3236796
>B

>>3236796
>B

You snuggle up closer to him, hoping your affection will make you words easier for him to take.

“No, but you fought really well. I'm glad I stopped myself from jumping in so I could see how your hard training pays off.”

He frowns, laying his head back against your pillows with a groan.

“Embarrassing...” He drearily responds.

“All I've done is lose in front of you.”

“Hey, I'm not keeping score.” You try to comfort him, leaning up and looking him in the eyes.

“I know how strong you are. You have nothing to prove to me.”

“Thank you, Rena, but I cannot accept anymore losses.” Namur responds, his eyes fixated on the bandage wrapped around his leg.

“If I should die in this tournament, I will not leave behind a legacy of failures.”

“Don't talk like that!” You scold him, sitting all the way up.

“None of us are going to die, okay? Especially not you.”

Namur is silent for a moment, looking back at you as if he can see into your soul with those cat eyes,

“Rena... You must close your heart to whatever future you might imagine for either of us until this battle is decided. Our focus must remain on doing what we can to protect our world.”

His words hurt somewhat, but he's right... There's no telling what you're going to be up against, nor if you'll be able to survive it.

You reluctantly nod.

“Okay... But that doesn't change the fact that you're plenty strong. I won't say that I know you'll survive, but I have a good feeling about you.”

Namur shows a small smile, his eyes cast downward shyly.

“Hmph, I have a good feeling about you too.” He compliments.

You lay your head back down, showing him an adoring smile.

A: “I left your armor on the floor. You don't have to stay here if you don't want.”

B: “So... What should we do tomorrow? It's our last day until the tournament itself.”

C: “You can sleep here if you'd like, but no funny business, okay?”

D: “There's some time in the day left... Should we do something with the team?”

E: Stay silent and enjoy the moment.

>>3236948
>D: “There's some time in the day left... Should we do something with the team?”

>>3236948
>D: “There's some time in the day left... Should we do something with the team?”

>>3236948
>D: “There's some time in the day left... Should we do something with the team?”

>>3236948
>D
Also
>Inb4 Rena's anger issues heavily wounded Reno an unsuspecting and already wounded Reno to the point he is too mangled to participate immediately in the tournament
>Inb4 an opponent Reno would have fought fights and kills Namur instead
>Inb4 Rena can't accept her dad's battle autism and reasoning and blames him instead of realizing her mistake.

>>3237094
Considering we're dealing with MK vs DC, it was probably the Rage rather than any deep-seated anger issues Rena actually has.

>>3237096
I just want to see Darkfire's faces when they hear this.
"So.. you almost killed your father... because, as he explained, he wanted to test your first crush's strength to protect you.."
"B-but moms! We are dating now!"
"Yes, now you are dating, before that he was just a hunk of cat meat that gave you a lady boner...Damn, I would say you are your father's daughter, but he didn't try to kill his own father until after he actually killed someone your father loved and redeemed."
"I mean, I didn't even try to kill my sister until after she sent me to be a breeding slave on a planet of rape-slugs."

>>3237105
"Also moms! He is my SECOND crush, because Batman has a cute butt!"
>Blackfire's face when she thinks of old batman instead of knowing about Batman Beyond since she is off planet so much
"I knew we should have been more careful with our daughter's development and let more boys be around that were her age..."
"Oh Glax... my other-world daughter has a thing for MUCH older men..."

>>3236948
>D

“There's some time in the day left... Should we do something with the team?”

Namur looks away for a moment to think, then shows you a big smile.

“I think we're due a pizza party.” He responds.

Your eyes light up, bouncing up on your knees with two excited fists balled up close to your chest.

“Heck yes! Pizza would be so SCHWAY! It feels like forever since I last had a slice!” You excitedly encourage, but Namur gives you a quizzical look.

“... Schway? What is schway?” He asks, causing you to stifle a laugh at his confused cat expression.

“Don't worry, it's a good thing... We should both put on some pants before we call anybody, though.” You point out.

Namur looks down at the two pairs of bare legs clinging together, nervously laughing.

“Yes, that would be good. Pardon me while I acquire some along with the pizza...”

He quickly scrambles off the bed, grabbing his scattered armor pieces and using some of them to cover himself as he makes a hasty exit, putting you into a small laughing fit before you get dressed yourself.

**

After some time, towers upon towers of delicious Italian pies were brought to the tower, most of them for Impulse. They were all paid for on Damien's card, which probably is on his father's account, which will probably result in a particularly grumpy old man for Terry to go home to. Hopefully he's doing alright, now that you think about him...

Everyone was scattered around the lounge area, but you all had been close enough to each other to converse and share stories while Impulse had loaded up his own personal playlist, which made the perfect background music for the night.
[More in the next post!]

>>3237119

You were always deathly nervous about going to high school parties, but this is... Comforting. It's like you don't need to worry about truly belonging or pretending to have an interest in whatever the room was doing. It's just you, some pizza, and some friends... What more could you need in life?

As you leave to get another slice, you're joined by Crush leaving the lounging area and searching through countless boxes with you.

“Isn't it kind of weird how well Damien fits in with everyone?” Crush asks, looking back towards the congregation of young adults.

Damien, the oldest of the team, was juggling some of his batarangs in a surprising but very entertaining display of coordination.

“Not really. I think he grew up in reverse. When I first met him he acted like a crotchety old man and he was only 12 then, so maybe now he's catching up with the youth he squandered.” You answer, getting a couple slices of delicious pineapple and anchovies pizza.

“Crazy how slow you aged compared to him. If I'm batshit enough to have a kid I'm gonna have to get 'em a Tamaranean surrogate.” Crush ribs, snickering as you give her a playful elbow.

“Speaking of daddies... Hows it going with cat one?” Crush asks with a nudge.

“Uhmm... Really nice. He's quiet but... Nice. I don't know how else to describe it.” You answer, feeling your cheeks turn a bit rosey.

“See, I told you it's what you needed... You two are an official couple, right?” She asks.

A: “I think so... We haven't kissed or anything yet.”

B: “I don't know, actually... I cuddled with him after our training but I don't know if I was being too forward.”

C: “Huh? Oh no, we're just platonic snugglers right now!”

D: “Can we stop talking about my love life already? Come on, we should get back to the party.”

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>>3237105
>>3237111
These are good posts!

>>3237123
>C: “Huh? Oh no, we're just platonic snugglers right now!”

>>3237123
>C: “Huh? Oh no, we're just platonic snugglers right now!”

>>3237123
>C

>>3237123
>C

You blink a few times.

“Huh? Oh no, we're just platonic snugglers right now!”

“Plat... Platonic what?” Crush asks, looking dumbfounded.

“You know, we just like to nestle close to each other and enjoy each others comfort? He's so cute when he starts purring and—OW!”

Crush interrupts you by strongly flicking your nose. She doesn't look amused.

“That is by far the dumbest shit I've ever heard. Bitch are you for real?!” She asks.

“Whaaat? I don't want to commit to anything big right now, but I think he's a really nice person who shares mutual affection with me! Aunt Kori says it's—EEP!”

You cover your nose just as she tries to go for another flick, and your efforts just make her grumble.

“Rena, do you know if it's the same for him?! How do you know this guy isn't being led on by you?!”

Crush hunkers down and points at Namur, who's currently enjoying a slice of meat lover's while listening to Superboy tell a story.

“You see that? That's a happy cat weirdo who's had a lovely evening holding a cute orange alien in those boulder crushing arms. You know what he's going to do one of these days? Make the move.” She starts to lecture.

“... The move?” You ask.

“THE move, Rena. Ughhh... You suck, and I hope you know what to do when he does it.”

Crush walks away with a slice hanging out of her mouth, returning to the festivities.

… What's The Move? Is it some sort of secret attack? Wait, is Namur trying to do some advanced training by attacking you mid-cuddle?! You aren't sure, but you should find out so you can be ready to go on the offensive!

A: Sit down next to Namur and act like nothing's happening. Just be on alert when he tries to do it!

B: Go on the offensive right away! Cuddle up to him and strike when his guard is down!

C: Confront him and ask what the move is. He should be honest with you!

D: Maybe your dad did the move on mom! You should call and ask what this secret guys-only technique is!

>>3237210
>D: Maybe your dad did the move on mom! You should call and ask what this secret guys-only technique is!

>>3237210
>D

Maybe your dad did the move on mom! You should call and ask what this secret guys-only technique is!

You slink off to the hallways outside of the room, hiding as you start to dial your mom.

“... Hello?” You hear her ask, her voice sounding a bit chipper than the last time you talked to her.

“Hi mom! Can I ask you some things about when you and dad were younger?” You ask.

“Oh hi sweetie! Of course you can, you know I can't shut up about how much trouble we got into back in the day.” She gushes, sharing a chuckle with you.

“So, do you remember the first time dad made the move on you? What was that like and how'd you fight back?” You genuinely ask, keenly listening in on the other end.

“The move? Oh, honey, your mom is the one who did that.” She answers in a sultry tone as she reminisces.

“Woah! You must've gotten him completely off guard...” You marvel at your mom. Good lord, sometimes you wish you could travel back in time and see her fighting in action!

“Mhmm, it was the first day we met too. At the time, I didn't even know it was the move, you know? It just went on from there.” She sighs happily over the phone, wistfully remembering the moment.

“So what'd you do? I'm asking because there's a guy I'm training with, and I think he might do it to me!” You explain, getting a determined look as you learn the strategy passed down from your mother.

“Ohhh, you finally found yourself a man? You better introduce me to him before you pull any moves, sweet baby.” Your mother fawns over the speaker.

“Not now mom! The strategy! I need it before it might be too late!” You urge her.

“Well... I don't know if I or your father would want you to do this, but... I pulled him close and I shoved my tongue in his mouth.” She bluntly states.

“... Wait, what?” You ask, not sure if you heard that correctly.

“Yep. We hadn't even dated yet and I already learned some Japanese from him.” She answers with a mischievous snicker.

“So... You... That's not the answer I expected!” You respond with shock. What kind of bizarre fighting is that? You know your species' tongues are kind of stretchy, but what was she trying to do? Pretend it was a kiss then choke him to death by stretching her tongue down his throat?! That's so gross!

“Well... I don't think I'll follow your footsteps, but I appreciate the answer!” You awkwardly thank her.

“Aw, anytime sweetie. You know your momma will help you with anything.” She dotingly answers. Wow, she REALLY sounds better since last time. Did she completely heal?

“Hey mom, you sound a lot healthier than when I last saw you. Did your wounds finally heal up?” You ask.

“Well, yes, and I finally have the house to myself since your other mother went back home and... Oh, I wanted to save it for when you and dad got done with that tournament but... I'm pregnant!” She excitedly chirps to you.

Your jaw just drops.

[To be kontinued soon!]

>>3237288
WELL, what an interesting turn of events! I hope the now sleeping anons are fine with my choice.

>>3237294
Don't worry, she was pregnant no matter what! You just found out sooner!

>>3237311
I guessed as much, but you never know. Maybe someone else wanted to smother big the cat even if he just said he wanted to keep his feelings for himself until the tournament is over.

>>3237311
HAH
New Reno would eventually end up with more kids. Wonder if Mom 2 is pregnant. That might be too much.
Also wondering what kind of mixture of proud/angry Reno is at his daughter getting a good shot in on him, since it was kind of a sucker punch, but that is also something Reno would do.

>>3237434
I'm betting on Kori 1 and 2 giving birth to a boy each, born on the same day, and they're somehow alike enough to be seen as twins.

>>3237288

A: Scream excitedly!

B: "WHAT?! IS MY OTHER MOM PREGNANT TOO?!"

C: "Oh. My. GOSH! Does dad know?!"

D: Scream in terror!

>>3239211
>A: Scream excitedly!
>B: "WHAT?! IS MY OTHER MOM PREGNANT TOO?!"
"What made you change your mind about having another baby?"

>>3239211
>A: Scream excitedly!

>>3239211
>A: Scream excitedly!
>B: "WHAT?! IS MY OTHER MOM PREGNANT TOO?!"

>>3239211
>A: Scream excitedly!
>B: "WHAT?! IS MY OTHER MOM PREGNANT TOO?!"

>>3239211
>A
>B

Your face lights up with excitement, and you can't help but scream in happiness.

“Oh my gosh, mom!!!” You shout over the phone, hearing her laugh with joy in her voice.

“Oh my gosh, is my other mom pregnant too?!”

“Not that I'm aware of, but I am!” She enthusiastically states once more.

“I thought you said you didn't want to have another, but I'm so happy you changed your mind!” You praise her over the phone, jittering with excitement of having a little brother or sister.

“Well, I didn't, but your father gave me one so... Here we are!” She states.

“It would do me some good to have a cute baby keep me company. You left the nest and, well, you know how your father is...”

She sighs happily over the phone.

“I'll let you know when I find out if its a boy or girl, so try to have some cellphone reception wherever you go, okay? And good luck with your man, sweetie.”

“Uhm, thanks mom... I'll try to stay sharp for when he goes for the move. Love you!”

You hang up, getting ready to return to the party when you bump into Superboy.

“GAH!” You yelp in surprise, stumbling backwards as you bounce off him.

“Ah, sorry Rena!” He excuses himself, grabbing your arm to make sure you don't fall.

“I heard screaming so I came to make sure everything was alright.”

“Oh... Of course! I just got some good news from my mom.” You respond with a polite smile, fixing your shirt.

Superboy nods, returning the smile before looking off to the side for a moment.

“So... I decided that I'm joining you guys in the tournament.” He suddenly informs you.

“It might go against everything I've been taught, but if it's to protect the Earth...” He trails off, still sounding a bit unsure of himself.

A: “If you really don't want to do it, don't. This won't be something you can change your mind on later.”

B: “Superboy, I understand. Thank you for helping us.”

C: “Did you talk to your dad about it first?”

D: Just pat him on the shoulder.

>>3239356
>B: “Superboy, I understand. Thank you for helping us.”

>>3239356
>C: “Did you talk to your dad about it first?”

>>3239356
>C: “Did you talk to your dad about it first?”

B: “Superboy, I understand. Thank you for helping us.”
>>3239365
>>3239367
NO NO NO if this is based off of Young Justice DO NOT I repeat DO NOT poke those daddy issues! Because he has issues with BOTH daddy's!
Superman is daddy 1
LEX fucking LUTHOR is daddy 2

>>3239356
"I know you don't like it, but I'm sure this is a better alternative than having an inter-dimensional war that would result in far more deaths."

"Let's just hope dad doesn't decide to play at being a general and starts a war anyway."

>>3239378
But he eventually got a good relationship with Superdaddy.

>>3239356
>A: “If you really don't want to do it, don't. This won't be something you can change your mind on later.”

>>3239356
>B
>C

You put a comforting hand on Superboy's shoulder.

“Superboy, I understand. Thank you for helping us. Did you talk to your dad about it first?”

He shows a half smile at you, but then casts a slight scowl downward when you bring up his father.

“No, I didn't... I already know what he would say, so there's not really a point.”

“Oh...” You quietly respond.

“Yep.” Superboy adds, shrugging your hand off his shoulder.

“Hey, I can't ask for my dad's opinion on EVERYTHING I do, right?”

“Heh, I guess so...” Your smile returns.

You both stand there silently for a moment, soaking the awkwardness in until Superboy breaks away from it.

“Well, I guess I'll sleep... Seeya around.”

He departs with a small wave, leaving you and the festivities.

The rest of the night is filled with fun, but eventually the pizza runs out and its too late for anyone to continue to stay up. One by one, everyone helps to clean up the room before turning in for the night, and soon it's just you and Namur left.

You've carefully burned away all the boxes, controlling your energy to turn the greasy cardboard into a pile of ash that can be swept into a dust pan and thrown away. Meanwhile Namur had just come back from throwing several garbage bags in the dumpster, now washing his hands at the kitchen sink.

… Wait, is he going to do the move here?! Okay, you gotta prepare yourself.

You have to admit, he's pretty cunning to do this just when everything has died down, but you're 5 steps ahead of him.

Now, how do you want to do this...

A: Run off and hide in your room! He'll be so confused!

B: “So, this is where you planned on making your move, huh?”

C: Attack him first! Show him that he'll never sneak up on you!

D: Let him attempt to do this secret move. You're curious as to what it really is...

>>3239468
>D: Let him attempt to do this secret move. You're curious as to what it really is...

>>3239468
>D: Let him attempt to do this secret move. You're curious as to what it really is...

>>3239468
>D: Let him attempt to do this secret move. You're curious as to what it really is...

>>3239468
>D: Let him attempt to do this secret move. You're curious as to what it really is...

>>3239468
>D

You let a sly grin grow across your face. Since you know it's coming, you might as well wait and see what it could be. It'll be funny to see the look on his face once it all backfires.

You turn and watch Namur, carefully studying his movements as he dries his hands on a wash cloth.

He turns to look at you, a content look already upon his face as his eyes meet yours.

“... What?” He asks, still keeping a pleasant expression as he questions you.

“Is there something on my face?”

You shake your head, still looking smugly at him.

“Nothing like that.”

He's confused, but he shrugs it off. As he walks over to the room's light switch and flips it, he looks over at you as the lights go out.

Ohhh, trying to hide his moves in the dark? Clever...

“I'm off to bed, Rena. Good night.”

He yawns, his maw opening to show his sharp fangs for a moment as he almost walks off.

… Huh?

Wait, he's not going to attack?

“Hey, aren't you forgetting something?” You call out, stopping him just before he starts to walk away.

“... Am I?” He asks, the smile from his face gone as he seems genuinely puzzled by your question.

You narrow your eyes and shoot him a cocky smirk, nodding.

“It's okay, big guy. You can just go for it, I'm ready for ya!”

“... I don't follow.” He openly states, quirking a brow.

A: “You know, the move! You gonna do it or what?!”

B: “Ahahaha... Okay Namur, I suppose I'll have to watch my back tomorrow...”

C: “If you're not going to do it, then I will!”

D: “... Did Crush tell you anything? Does she know I know?”

>>3239564
>D: “... Did Crush tell you anything? Does she know I know?”

Wheels within wheels, Rena.

>>3239564
>D: “... Did Crush tell you anything? Does she know I know?”

>>3239564
>B: “Ahahaha... Okay Namur, I suppose I'll have to watch my back tomorrow...”

>>3239564
>B: “Ahahaha... Okay Namur, I suppose I'll have to watch my back tomorrow...”

>>3239564
>B
>D

“Pffff!” You dismiss, waving him off.

“Ahahaha... Okay Namur, I suppose I'll have to watch my back tomorrow...”

“... Eh?” He persists, keeping up the confused act.

Wait... Does he know you know? Did Crush tell him you know, so he knows you know... So now you know that he knows you know?!

“... Did Crush tell you anything? Does she know I know?”

“... Rena you're making my head hurt. What is this all about?” Namur admits, now looking concerned over your mental condition.

“She said you were gonna do some secret move or something on me. I don't know, I kind of feel embarrassed now...” You admit sheepishly.

Namur blinks a few times, scratching the back of one of his fluffy ears before a kind smile travels across his lips.

“Maybe this will do the trick...” He says softly, grabbing your attention as he walks over.

He stands there for a moment, smiling down at you before he gently holds onto your shoulders.

Oh, it's a grappling move! Duh! It's so obvious, even now as he's leaning over to...

… Plant a small kiss on your head.

“Goodnight, Rena.” He wishes you, walking off with a quiet chuckle as your face turns solid red.

You clasp your hands over your burning cheeks, scurrying out of the room with butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach.

**

“Rena!... Rena! Wake up dumb ass, shit's going down!”

You slowly open your eyes, once again woken by Crush.

“Wuhh...? Wuhhs happehnen—AGHH!!”

Crush slaps you, jolting you awake as you sit straight up and scowl at her.

“Crush! What the heck is the matter?!”

“The tournament is starting a day early is what.” Crush responds, looking absolutely livid.
“Guess they couldn't wait another day to start the bloodshed. Raiden's already waiting for us and someone from the Justice League, then we're kissing our asses goodbye.”

There's a shiver that runs down your spine, either out of excitement or fear. Whether you're ready or not, the Kombat starts now.

[To be kontinued soon!]

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Dundunnduunnn! We'll resume Friday! I hope you guys are ready for the real quest to start!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-Vbi9s_z7Q

So Rena just decided to punch out one of her favorite people in the world with no remorse and never trying to apologize? I know she's a tamaranian but this whole "romance" is feeling very forced, unlike her parents which flowed very well.

>>3244004
Said this before, it's the Rage from MK vs DC.

>>3239619
Everyone has gathered outside the tower, and you mean everyone.

Raiden has Liu Kang, Kung Lao, and Johnny Cage at his side, while the four other Titans are yours.

The Thundergod looks frustrated, and his words are quick to give reason.

“I must apologize for our abrupt departure, but it is Shang Tsung's way to make things difficult for our realm.”

“Shang Tsung?” Damien asks.

Raiden nods.

“He will be hosting the first round of the tournament on his island. I must warn you, the shapeshifter is prone to underhanded techniques. Beware of your surroundings, even when the fighting has ceased.”

“Shapeshifter? Great, I'm already getting a headache.” Damien remarks.

Before anyone speaks further, Namur looks up and spots the approaching Justice League members.

“Lady Diana!” He calls out, showing the biggest smile you've ever seen.

Looking above, you see the amazonian woman descending from flight, dressed in her signature red and blue armor. At her side is--

“SUPERMAN!” You cheer, rocketing off the ground and crashing into the Kryptonian with a hug.

Everyone is taken by surprise by your sudden childish action, even Superman. He grunts as he catches you, but is quick to let out a hearty laugh as he pats you on the back.

“Goodness, Rena! You're gonna break me in half one of these days!” He jokes, erasing the concern on Wonder Woman's face.

You just giggle, separating from the hug as you get a good look at him. It's been years, and to your surprise he's changed a lot! Gone is his red cape and tights, instead wearing a dark suit with silver forged onto his chest to make the logo. His hair is also starting to turn gray, which goes along with the wrinkles forming on his aging face.

“Are you helping us in the Tournament?” You ask, getting your hopes up only to have them shot down by Superman shaking his head.

“Not directly, but I have reason to believe that this so-called leader of Outworld is an old adversary of mine. One you will need my assistance in defeating.” He answers, ushering you to join him on the ground.

Namur is quick to meet the three of you, taking a knee and bowing to Wonder Woman as he arrives.

“Oh, stop it Namur. Stand, let me look my pupil in the eye.” Diane insists with a smile, watching her student rise.
“... Are you guys losing your minds like me? I can't believe THE Superman just showed up.” You hear Johnny Cage whisper to the Shaolin fighters at his side, both of which give him a peculiar look.

“We've fought alongside a god this whole time, and this Superman is what earns your reverence?” Liu Kang questions.

Johnny just shrugs.

“What can I say? The guy's famous!”
[More in the next post!]

>>3244907
“Superman.” Raiden addresses, stepping forward.

“I am Raiden, God of Thunder, and I extend my hand to you in friendship.”

Superman doesn't hesitate to offer his own, affirming their trust with a handshake. However, Wonder Woman quirks her brow at his words.

“God of Thunder? You don't look like Zeus to me.”

“You weary me.” Raiden responds with a deadpan expression before returning to Superman.

“I was told to call upon you should we face Doom Khan. Tell me, what information do you have against this threat.”

Superman's soft expression immediately hardens into a more serious one as he explains.

“Well for one, he actually goes by the name of Doomsday. He's a genetically engineered monster who crash landed on this Earth decades ago, and has nearly killed me many times over. The “phantom realm” he was discovered in was a prison I thought he would trapped in for good, but clearly that isn't the case.”

“It would have been more wise to have ended his life.” Raiden comments, but Wonder Woman shakes her head and quickly takes up explaining.

“We've tried several times, but he regenerates every time he's defeated, and when he comes back his body as adapted to whatever caused his previous death. Banishing him was the only solution at that point.”

“Impossible! This creature couldn't possibly have less mortality than a god!” Kung Lao interrupts, but Raiden quiets his student with a small motion of his hand.

“If what you say is true, then there is little thought to how he became ruler of Outworld.” He begins, speaking in a foreboding tone.

“But it is troubling to consider that we are facing something that cannot be imprisoned or destroyed.”

A: “We'll find a way. We all will, together!”

B: “Raiden, there might not be a solution here... But what about Outworld?”

C: “What about those Edlergods you had talked about? Could they do something?”

D: “Well, he hasn't face me or my dad yet. I bet his number will be up once we arrive!”

>>3244911
>B: “Raiden, there might not be a solution here... But what about Outworld?”

>>3244911
>B: “Raiden, there might not be a solution here... But what about Outworld?”

>>3244911
>C: “What about those Edlergods you had talked about? Could they do something?”

>>3244911
>B

You put a supportive arm on Raiden's shoulder.

“Raiden, there might not be a solution here... But what about Outworld?”

He looks away for a moment, then nods at you.

“You are wise Rena. There may be a solution we do not yet know.”

Wow, a god called you wise! That's a serious self-esteem boost.

“In the meantime, Diana will assist you in the fight.” Superman looks to the rest of you, but focuses on his son.

“I know... I know the circumstances here are conflicting. But you will find out on this journey that some threats are too dangerous. There are circumstances we must face with deadly force, but we mustn't allow it to become the norm. You will make the right decisions to preserve this. I know you will.”

You all take his words to heart. Hopefully none of you lose your way.

“We must hurry. The tournament will commence soon.” Raiden urges.

“Fight hard, Titans. I will be at your side when it comes time to face Doomsday.” Superman encourages.

All the participants gather near Raiden, and soon the Thunder God raises a hand calls upon a great force of lightning, transporting you in a flash.

**

In an instant, you and the other combatants are brought to an almost similar location. You are facing a sea and trees creating a window to an endless blue landscape, but you individually turn to face a more ominous locale.

Looming over the tropic area is a blackened mountain, with jagged rocks stretching off it as if they were spikes embedded into the landmark.

Below it is a stone courtyard, with other participants gathered and traveling through a gateway leading to an eastern-looking castle.

“The tournament is this way. Come.” Raiden ushers, but soon you are all stopped by a familiar sight...

A white rift of light opening like a tunnel facing the courtyard...

A boom tube.

[More in the next post!]

>>3244911
Your father emerges from the portal, but he isn't alone...

At his side is your aunt Tutu, and as much as you want to run over the ones following after your family nearly stop your heart with surprise!

Killer Croc.

Copperhead.

Black Spider.

Black Manta.

And... A clown couple? They're dressed like jesters, but you have no clue who they are...

Oh, Amazo's with them too! Good thing your robo-buddy tagged along, he could be a serious help!

“What on Earth is that man doing here?! And why has he brought that scum with him?!” Wonder Woman asks, already looking pissed.

“It would seem Reno has brought his own kombatants. I hope they fight for our realm as well.” Raiden observes.

“Lord Raiden, he didn't strike me as one who fights with a lot of purpose. We should be wary of him like he's a rabid animal.” Kung Lao remarks, and you're quick to scowl at him.

“Hey, did talk bad about my dad! He means well, he's just... You know... Rough around the edges.”

You look back at your father, frowning. You scold Kung Lao, but you're the one that sucker punched him across the ocean. He was being a jerk, but you shouldn't of lost your temper like that.

A: “Come on, we should all go with them.”

B: Go speak with your dad.

C: Call your aunt over.

D: Call Amazo over.

>>3245214
>B: Go speak with your dad.
Wondy's just mad her pantheon sucks and her movie's a 5/10

>>3245214
>A: “Come on, we should all go with them.”

>>3245214
>D: Call Amazo over.
Introduce our team to Brobot.

>>3245217
I'm half tempted to nag at her for being religiously insensitive.

Rena's theme song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpl5mOAXNl4

>>3245277
This isn't wrong...

>>3245214
>A
>B
>D

You run over to your dad, eager to see him.

“Dad! Auntie!” You call out, waving.

The entire group looks over, your father and in particular delighted to see you!

“Hey princess!” Your dad greets, joining his sister in hugging you.

“Rena, how are you?” You aunt asks, ruffling your hair.

Some of the men grumble, obviously put off by this wholesome distraction. Surprisingly, the scariest looking of them is more friendly.

Killer Croc takes a few ground shaking steps towards the three of you, hissing through his teeth in apparently threatening manner until he speaks.

“Is this the little tike I saw you lugging around when I first signed to the Metabrawl? Would ya look at that... Now she's the one fighting for a crowd.”

“Yup. They grow up pretty fast, eh Waylon?” Your dad responds to Croc.

“I wouldn't know... I won't eat your little girl should I face her. You have my word.” He growls, but he sort of smiles? You can't tell from that scary mouth of his.

“Good, Tamaraneans get stuck in your teeth—OW! Let me joke with my friends, shit!” You dad recoils when your aunt smacks the back of his head at his joke.

“Can we move this along? The sooner I cut through this tournament, the sooner you will assist in Atlantis' fall.” Black Manta scornfully speaks through that massive helmet.

“Yeah, yeah...” Your dad waves him off, starting to stand before you grab his arm gently.

“Um, hey dad? Sorry for punching you... I--”

“Got a really good hit in!” Your dad compliments to your surprise, patting your head.

“You know I was only trying to gauge how much you loved that boyfriend you got, right?”

“... No! I thought you were just being a bully! And he's not my boyfriend, we just platonically cuddled!” You explain.

“... The fuck does platonic mean? You know what, I don't care. Seeya inside honey!” Your dad departs with a wave.

“Oh, hey Amazo! Wanna meet my friends?” You ask the machine, pulling him aside.
“Statement: Acknowledged.” He answers, letting take hold of his hand and lead him over.
[More in the next post!]

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>>3245406
“... By the gods, is that Amazo?” You hear Wonder Woman ask as you bring him over.

“Oh you know him? He's been my friend since I was born! I watch every new movie with him and--”

“And he's an incredibly dangerous machine. How were you able to acquire him?” She asks, but Damien holds up a hand to motion for her to stop.

“Doesn't matter, he's helping us. Hi Amazo, I'm Damien Wayne. This is Raiden, Liu Kang, Kung La--”

“--ao: Stored. Johnny Cage: Stored. Namur: Stored. Wonder Woman: Updated. Super Boy: Updated.” Amazo responds, his eyes flickering.

Wonder Woman's palm meets her face.

“Well, I hope you're right, because now he's got all of you in there.”

“Query: Shall we join the others?” Amazo asks you.

You nod, joining him in following the others.

**
You've finally reached the inside of the the mysterious castle and now find yourself in another courtyard where you and many other fighters are corralled around a arena. Among the fighters there are masked guards armed with spears watching the perimeter, and stranger still is an audience of spectators watching from above on balconies overlooking the area. They all seem to either be wealthy individuals looking for good show or regally dressed monks overseeing this ceremony. Either way, you did not expect their presence.

Around you is a variety of kombatants, ranging from ninjas, military, martial artists, and even other machines like Amazo... This is so bizarre to bear witness to.

“KOMBATANTS!”

All eyes focus on the arena and the throne overlooking it, where an extravagantly dressed man in a beard stands with open arms.

“Welcome to the first Mortal Kombat tournament brought by the new Kahn of Outworld! With a new one present, the victories are reset from the previous tournament, and the 500 years of waiting til the next one is erased! You should count yourselves quite fortunate to bear witness to this struggle for Earthrealm's fate!”

The audience applauds and cheers, clearly as happy as the the man is.

“Now I, Shang Tsung, will commence the tournament! Will our first Kombatant be a volunteer?” He ask you all.


“Be prepared, any of us could be called upon if no one rises to his challenge. Be certain that the odds will be against us.” Raiden warns.

A: Volunteer.

B: Be silent.

>>3245447
>A: Volunteer.
Like we're gonna not?

>>3245447
>A: Volunteer.
Fortune favours the bold

>>3245447
>A: Volunteer.
Be sure to give a nice 'good luck to everybody' speech to make Shang Tsung feel super awkward.

>>3245447
>A: Volunteer.

We'll be called up at some point, might as well be now.

>>3245452
>>3245457
>>3245466
>>3245518
TEST YOUR LUCK!

Roll D100!

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3245524

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3245524

Rolled 42 (1d100)

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>3245524

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>>3245447
>A

You crouch down, readying your legs as you tighten the headband tied around your skull.

“HYUP!”

You leap over the entire courtyard, somersaulting in the air before your boots hit the arena.

“Rena?!” Your hear your aunt call out in surprise.

“YEAH! That's my girl!” Your dad cheers, warranting murmurs about the ethics of watching your daughter participate in something like this.

You stand up straight, scowling over at the sorcerer Shang Tsung with determination in your eyes.

He looks to you perplexed for a moment, then shows a nefarious smile.

“Very well. Our first combatant; Rena Kuwabara, also known as the hero Star Striker!” He announces.

You don't show it, but you're caught off guard by this man knowing your names off the bat.

“Her opponent...” He begins with a sickening grin, looking to one member of the gathered fighters in particular.

There's a very unpleasant sound shot through the ears of everyone attending, and even the mightiest fighters can't help but wince when hearing it.

It's like nails on a chalkboard, but with the coarseness of a blade sharpening against a whetstone.

There's not a moment for you to even ask yourself what is making that awful noise, when your answer of who and what is causing it comes into view.

It's a monster, there's no other way to describe him. He may dress in fighting garb, but the spikes protruding from his arms, the thin bloodshot eyes, and the horrifying maw of large, sharp teeth are enough to tell you his true nature.

Two extended blades from his forearms are dragged by the tip across the ground, golden sparks trailing behind him as he approaches you.

“The Tarkatan War Chief: Baraka!” Shang Tsung finishes his announcement, returning to his throne to spectate.

Baraka crosses the blades over his chest, staring you down as he speaks in a guttural and savage voice.

“You are from Earthrealm, yet not a stinking human. What are you?”

“A Tamaranean, and I fight for humanity regardless!” You answer, showing no fear for this beast.

“Then you will die with them!” He retorts with a snarl before getting into a fighting stance.
“FIGHT!” Shang Tsung calls, and without hesitation Baraka swings his arm forward and fires one of the spikes lodged into it at you!

The crowd was cheering at the assured sight of first blood, but they are momentarily hushed as you simply catch the bony spike in your left hand, focusing some of heat energy into it before throwing it back at him!

The scorching piece of the warrior before you is impaled on his right shoulder, letting out a pain filled yell through his maw! He gives you a hateful glare as he pulls it from his wound, allowing the blood to pour down his arm.

“I was only going to kill you, but now I'll take your heart and eat it in front of everyone!” He snarls., but you'd like to see him try...

[To be kontinued soon!]

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>>3245640
Alright guys! Prepare to test your might Sunday when we resume! Thanks for reading and voting!

>>3245406
>“... The fuck does platonic mean? You know what, I don't care. Seeya inside honey!” Your dad departs with a wave.
Odd as it may sound, this just gave me a thought. Is it possible that Reno plays himself off as being a complete idiot to trick people into thinking he is one? I remember him being...maybe not *book* smart, but pretty clever in his younger days. Impulsive, sure, but I KNOW he knows what platonic is. I just suddenly got the impression that he might be massively playing up the "retarded brawler" bit around everyone except MAYBE his wives so that, someday, he can go full keikaku and catch every punk around him by surprise.

Also, something about Killer Croc being wholesome and friendly-ish warms my heart.

>>3245691
He also seems like somebody who would craft a brilliant multi-layered plan just to make something really stupid happen. Like getting all of the Light and Justice League to raid a secret base independent of each other at the same time, only to find out he threw a pizza party for them.

>>3245640

A: You don't have enough knowledge on his fighting style to really lay a beating on him yet. Go on the defensive and watch what he does closely...

B: Okay, this seems simple enough: Break his blades, break his offense!

C: His spikes are nothing compared to your starbolts! Rain some hate on him!

D: Just overwhelm him with a flurry of flying blows! Forget trying to adapt to him, make him adapt to YOU!

>>3252305
>D: Just overwhelm him with a flurry of flying blows! Forget trying to adapt to him, make him adapt to YOU!

>>3252305
>D: Just overwhelm him with a flurry of flying blows! Forget trying to adapt to him, make him adapt to YOU!

>>3252323
>>3252325
Roll D100!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>3252377

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>3252377

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3252377

>>3252305
>D

You feel your muscles pump as you focus all the strength in your body, lunging forward off the ground into a high speed offensive barrage!

First is a flying left roundhouse, Baraka's right armblade clanging against your shin as he's just barely able to defend against it! However, thanks to your flying ability you're able to peel yourself off his guard into a mid-air pivot, delivering a back kick to the back of his bald head!

He growls in pain an annoyance as you maneuver behind him, quickly whipping around and swinging both of his arms in a tornado slash, one of the blades almost catching your throat as you lean away from the razor sharp appendage in time!

Bringing your feet back to the ground, your raise your left hand over head and aim your fingers ahead, feinting a claw strike as you thrust your left hand forward in a bone-crushing iron palm strike!

A light ring of violet embers escape the impact area of your blow as his muscled flesh ripples from the strike, but he's hardly shaken as he impressively tanks the crippling slam of your hand against him!

Baraka then twists his arms and pulls them back near his waist, only to shoot them forward in flurry of underhanded swipes and strikes!

You bob and weave around most of them, but one of the slashes hits your hair and gives you an unwanted trim! Not cool!

Deciding that this attack is too annoying to deal with, you manage to snatch both of the blades in a tight enough grip that miraculously doesn't slice open your hands!

There's a brief power struggle, but despite Baraka's best efforts your able to spread his arms away to give you a clear shot at his face!

It's important to always use your head when trying to win a fight, so without much thought your rear back yours and slam it into his ugly mug!

There's more agony than fury in his next growl as he forced to stumble a few steps back and hold onto his aching face for a moment.

When he's able to recover and resume staring daggers into you, a few small fangs fall from his mouth.

A: Use this distance to your advantage and fire a starbeam at him!

B: Show him how to really use a blade! Grab your constructor and chop til he drops!

C: Don't stop! Keep rushing him down!

D: Let him come at you, but only so you can counter attack with a grapple!

>>3252690
>D

>>3252690
>C: Don't stop! Keep rushing him down!

>>3252690
>A: Use this distance to your advantage and fire a starbeam at him!

>>3252690
>A: Use this distance to your advantage and fire a starbeam at him!

>>3252737
>>3252756
Roll D100!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3252759

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>3252759

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3252759

>>3252690
>A

“HAAAAAH!” You shout, concentrating on all the star energy within you and sending it down your arms.

Your body tenses up as you ready an overwhelming amount of energy into your hands now, looking over at Baraka as sweat starts to drip from your brow.

He's already sprinting towards you, saliva flying from his yellow fangs as he prepares a deadly lunge with his blades pointed straight ahead!

You gather the energy between your hands, and before Baraka can puncture your chest and stomach you thrust your arms forward and release all the pent up power through one concussive beam!

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!!!!!” You roar as the violet light fires from your hands and hits Baraka dead on, nailing him in the chest and forcing him back!

The spectators in the balconies marvel at the attack like it's a simple light show for them, while everyone else on the ground level tries to shield their eyes somewhat from the fiery attack.

“NOW!!!” You yell as you add your own signature to this universal Tamaranean ability, taking your right arm off the origin point of the beam and putting the extra stress on your left!

You feel like your teeth are going to shatter from how hard you're forced to grit them, but you only need to exert yourself for one final movement to seal your victory...

Making a fist with your right hand, you cock it back only to launch it forward in ruthless haymaker directly into the beam!

A ferocious canon-like boom can be heard, followed by an explosive flash traveling all the way to the opposite end of the violent ray of light!

You immediately drop your tired arms from the beam, cutting off power to the attack as you raggedly pant with heavy breaths from the force you exerted, trying to keep your arms from going completely loose until you know for certain the fight is completely over...

When you look up, you're completely shocked to see Baraka still standing straight up, completely still as a charred circular mark smolders on his chest!

You're have a moment of panic, worried that you might've used up too much of your strength for him to still be standing, but you're lucky that's not the case...

Baraka, despite his strong will and body, crumples onto one knee and hacks up glob of blood that splatters onto the arena in a stomach churning fashion.

You wince as you watch him try to regain his footing while using a blade as a crutch, but the way his arm is trembling tells you that's not happening.

“FINISH HIM!”
You look to Shang Tsung at his throne, his yellow eyes staring down at you as he gives the order.

A: Fatality!

B: Leave. All you had to do was win the match.

C: Help Baraka up.

>>3252958
>B: Leave. All you had to do was win the match.
Eh, changing, because Rena doesn't have a reason to kill... Yet.

>>3252958
>A: Fatality!
Dew it.

>>3253000
Let's not turn Rena into a murderer because "lolmemes". Let's not become one of THOSE votes, yeah? Y'know, the ones that radically alter a character because of one joke the there weren't enough people to vote against at almost two in the morning?

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>>3253000
Trips confirm, kill him guys.
>>3253022
I didn't care back then, I don't care now.

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>>3252979
>>3252998
>>3253000
>>3253022
Hmm...

Do you guys think I should stop here and let the votes continue until I run again tomorrow, or should I just give an extra ten minutes for voting and continue running tonight?

>>3253036
It's a death or mercy decision, best not to be made in the dead of night between two people.

Let it run until tomorrow.

>>3253036
Yeah, let's leave it here and come back tomorrow.

>>3252958
>B: Leave. All you had to do was win the match.

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>>3253071
Alright, I'll let the votes pile and tally them when I get off work tomorrow!

I suppose the fate of one of my favorite jobbers is a pretty important decision...

Alright, everyone get a good night's sleep! Thanks for reading!

>>3252958
B.
Or a Heroic Brutality.

>>3252958
>B: Leave. All you had to do was win the match.

>>3253428
supporting

>>3252958
B.

Except 'Heroic Brutality" him unconscious. After all, Baraka doesn't seem the type to regard anything but that or death as a loss, and Shang Tsung never declared Rena the winner, he just said "FINISH HIM", so I'm pretty sure Baraka could still attack without penalty.

>>3252958
>B

You calmly stroll up to Baraka, your fists clenched as Shang Tsung watches you with amusement.

All you do is flick his forehead with just enough strength to knock him out and send him crashing into the floor.

The smile soon fades from Shang Tsung's face, disappointed that your finishing move was so tame.

You turn away with a scowl, walking back to your group of fighters after having won the first match of the tournament.

RENA WINS!

FLAWLESS VICTORY!

There's some boos from the spectators, but the smiling faces of Kung Lao and Liu Kang lighten the hostile atmosphere as they congratulate you.

“Well done my friend!” Kung Lao cheers, giving you a hard slap on the back that nearly makes you fall over.

“You made that look easy! I think even Johnny Cage lasted longer against you than Baraka did.”

“I heard that, Lao!” Johnny calls out from the back of the group, earning a snicker from the monk.

“It was a truly impressive display Rena.” Liu Kang compliments, being a bit more reserved than his friend.

“This is far from over though. Don't think every fight will end that quickly.”

“I won't!” You answer with a nod, rejoining the Titans in the group and receiving their praise as well.

“Hell yeah, bitch! That was sick when you punched the beam!” Crush raves, getting a bit bouncy.

Your cheeks feel a bit warm as you receive similar praises from the others, but it's cut short when Shang Tsung addresses the crowd again.

“OUR NEXT KOMBATANTS: KILLER CROC AND KURTIS STRYKER!”

Everyone's eyes are brought to the fighting area, watching as the giant lumbering reptile makes his way to the center followed by... A cop?

It's just a cop, dressed in SWAT gear, sure, but... How did he wind up here?!

“Raiden...?” You start to ask, turning to the Thunder God as he keeps his eyes forward.

“Stryker has aided us in the previous tournament and he fought well. Have faith.” He answers.

“Okay...” You trail off looking back at the others.

Everyone aside from Raiden's group is giving the match an uneasy look, especially Wonder Woman.

“Killer Croc might be a pushover for someone like me and Batman, but he's tasted law enforcement before... Hera help him.” She preemptively mourns.

A: Raiden's right. Have some faith and watch the match.

B: Wonder Woman raises a good point... Maybe you can yell tips at the cop?

C: Talk to your dad and see if he can signal Croc to go easy on Stryker.

D: Skip to the end of the fight.

>>3255377
>A: Raiden's right. Have some faith and watch the match.

>>3255377
>E: Ask Killer Croc not to kill and/or eat the cop. Throw in some puppy eyes to seal the deal.

>>3255377
>D: Skip to the end of the fight.

>>3255377
On second thought, I want to get over this as soon as possible.

>D: Skip to the end of the fight.

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>>3255377
>D

[Moments later...]

“FINISH HIM!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-EykexppIE

Killer Croc latches both of his hands onto Stryker's torso, lifting him up and squeezing his massive thumbs into his rib cage!

Stryker starts to scream in pure agony as his chest cavity is crushed inward, his snapped ribs likely stabbing into his lungs and other vital organs as he coughs up a torrent of blood.

The crimson liquid starts to bubble as his screams become gagged, he almost slumps over in acceptance of his death when he notices he's being lifted higher...

Right into Killer Croc's hungy mouth.

He starts to gurgle out another scream as he wildly thrashes his body around, only for his erratic movements to come to a stop as Croc's jaw snaps over his head with a sickening crunch of bones and brain matter! He pulls his head back and rips his head and neck off like he's eating a tough piece of meat, blood and viscera being pushed messily through his fangs as he chews his food.

As soon as he swallows, he reaches down and tugs at one of his legs until it's violently ripped away with a splash of blood, only for him to bring it back to his mouth and eat it like a drumstick...

KILLER CROC WINS!

FATALITY!

“... So what was that you were saying earlier about faith?” Crush crudely asks Raiden, who is visibly angered by the events.

“He seemed so friendly earlier...” You talk to yourself quietly, feeling a bit sick.

“... I've never eaten a person before. Would it be wrong to ask him--”

“YES, Namur!” Wonder Woman scolds her pupil, tugging at one of his ears and making him yelp.

“I did not expect Reno's band of criminals to be such formidable opponents...” Raiden laments, looking down and hiding his eyes behind his hat.

“We must use this to prepare any further confrontations.”

“NEXT: RENO KUWABARA AND HSU HAO!”

Oh, your dad is fighting! Hopefully his opponent is good, otherwise this might be another stomach churning beatdown...
Your dad confidently strolls up in his leisure wear, smiling to himself as he looks ahead at his opponent.

It's a shirtless Chinese cyborg, but he's wearing military clothes including and officer's hat. There's a cybernetic harness encased around his torso, the a red glowing core just over his heart.

Well... It looks like an even match on paper!

A: Take control of Reno for this fight.

B: Skip to the end.

>>3255510
>B: Skip to the end.

So Reno's totally fine with Croc eating someone trying to keep earth from losing the tournament? God I fucking hate what you've done with Reno.

>>3255510
>A: Take control of Reno for this fight.

>>3255510
>A: Take control of Reno for this fight.

>>3255510
>B: Skip to the end.

>>3255517
>So Reno's totally fine with Croc eating someone trying to keep earth from losing the tournament? God I fucking hate what you've done with Reno.
*We've done with Reno
Reno is completely sure he can win this tournament all by himself, and with good reason. What does he care about some rando with no chances at winning? Let's not pretend we are paragons of virtue when we were just given the choice of helping this guy out and ignored it because we didn't give a shit, it's always been like this.

>>3255517
Why do you keep reading, then? I even gave you a choice to possibly prevent that from happening.


>>3255517
>>3255526
>>3255534
>>3255535
Need a tie breaker!

>>3255517
>>3255526
>>3255534
>>3255535
Okay, maybe I'll just try the rolling method...

Roll D100 to break the tie!

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>3255637

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3255637

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>>3255510
>A

**

This the coolest shit ever! It's like you're in the middle of one of those classic 1970s martial arts movies that you love!

No wife nagging at you, no super-turds breathing down your neck, and no responsibility! Just you, your fists, and their faces!

… Well, there's the whole protecting the realm thing, but who cares?! You can save day once your fun's over.

You kind of feel bad for that last guy, though. You didn't expect Waylon to get in the spirit so quickly... The big bastard almost made you puke watching him! Then again, you don't sign up for this without running the risk of a gruesome death, so you don't feel TOO bad...

Though you did notice Raiden looked kind of pissed. What's his problem? He recommended offing these dudes in the first place to secure our victory... Unless... Oh, whoops.

Okay, after you tear General Tsao or whatever his name was a new one, you have a team meeting to make sure you don't accidentally kill anymore of the Thunder God's dudes.

You look up, sizing up the competition while you manage to hold back an arrogant scoff. What is wrong with these people? First Kano, now this guy? Who just has their core components exposed like that?! Whatever, it'll be the last mistake he ever makes. You aren't even going to waste time putting on the belt.

“So are you the bootleg version of Kano or what?” You taunt, cracking the stiffness out of your neck.

“Arrogant bastard, I am second in command of the Red Dragon!” He retorts, his tiny fu manchu stache twitching on his upper lip in anger.

“Red Dragon? You know, Kano runs the BLACK Dragon, and I bet if I connect the dots right... Yeah, you're literally the Chinese knock-off.”

His eyes are bugging out of his skull with how angry your words make him, and he lashes out by charging that exposed core of his into hands as he claps them together in your direction!

The clap makes quite the gust of wind at you, causing several nearby audience members to fly against back walls or into furniture. You, on the other hand, don't even lose a bit of your footing.

You clench your right fist in front of you, grinning as it crackles with your blue electric energy.

“I guess we're done talking then? Watch closely, I'll show you what a real Thunder God looks like!”


[TO BE KONTINUED]

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Alright guys, I think we'll cut the thread here since we're on page 9! Tomorrow's my birthday so I think I'll be out after work celebrating rather than running, but I'll be sure to let you wonderful people know when the next thread is! Thanks for reading these late night posts!

>>3255756
Happy Birthday, Mach!

>>3255768
Thank you!

>>3255756
>Reno will never Nat 1 to Mileena and get eaten.
Happy birthday.

>>3255756
Thanks for running and happy birthday dude, have fun and get some ass or whatever you're into

>>3255914
>>3256174
Thank you guys!