| N BRACKET Match 1 - Mark Ailshie Black Knight vs. Lord of the Nazgul Gliding high in the clouds above the dark tower of Minas Morgul the King of the Nazgul pinioned and wheeled upon his fell mount. Searching, he flew, searching, searching ceaselessly for his opponent. Foolish mortal was he who dared challenge the sorcerous King of dread Angmar, greatest of the nine Nazgul. A cry from his featherless mount alerted the fell King to the intruder, standing almost at the gates of Minas Morgul. High on each side of the gates rose massive pillars of ruined stone; and the narrowness of the stone bridge to the massive fortress made landing thereon impossible. Instead the dark King of the Nazgul drove his mount to land upon the far side of the bridge. Even so, the huge mass of the fetid beast prevented its crossing the narrow span of stone. Dismounting, the King's eyes flared brilliant red as he drew his heavy chain mace. Neither as slow, nor as painful as a Morgul knife, it would cause the knight across the bridge some damage. "None shall pass", the other knight shouted as the Nazgul Lord strode across the narrow stone of the bridge. Drawing nearer, the other knight shouted, "The Black Knight is always triumphant", and charged, straight into the arc of the Nazgul's mace. The Black Knight's shield crumpled as he attempted to block the mighty blow, his arm shattered by the force it absorbed. As the Nazgul hammered the Black Knight into the ground with the continued force of his blows, the shouts of, "I'm invincible", turned quickly to grunts of pain, and screams of anguish, which soon faded. Walking away from the shattered mass of steel-encased flesh, the Nazgul King remounted his foul steed, and rose in a gust of fetid air. He would watch the others duel amongst themselves. The Witch-King's eyes flared as he rose into the cloudy night, at the thought of the next mortal foolish enough to challenge him. Winner: The King of the Nazgul Match 2 - Alexander Strub Perseus vs. Inigo Montoya Perseus found himself in a dark, shadowy place, standing at the foot of a tall, black tower. He did not like the look of the place one bit. At least he still had the magic gifts the Gods had given him, winged boots, a mystical sword, and Athena's own golden shield, the Aegis, with the head of the evil Medusa Gorgon fastened to it. "Hey, amigo! You down there!" a strange voice called from the uppermost parapet. Perseus was startled. He could not even identify the man's accent. Note: At the time of ancient Greece, Spain was a Phoenician colony, so the more modern "Spain" did not yet exist, not even the Roman "Hispana" region. "Come up here and fight like a man!" shouted the odd fellow. Not one to turn down a challenge, Perseus flew to the top. "En Garde!" shouted the man. Perseus prepared himself for combat, sword drawn, shield at the ready. Suddenly the man looked surprised and stopped moving. Perseus was confused. "Whoops!" he thought. He had forgotten that Medusa's ugly head was still on his shield. The mysterious man was turned to stone. "How silly of me!" said Perseus. He took the shield of his arm- "You're more trouble than you're worth, really!" he exclaimed. Then he dropped the shield. Perseus had inadvertently -- and quite stupidly -- looked directly into the face of Medusa. Now there were two statues at the top of Minas Morgul. Winner: Perseus -- wait, the Perseus Statue � nope, - BYE Match 3 - Mark Ailshie Korps vs. Corporal Chiropractor As soon as his eyes cleared from the flash, Chiropractor wished they had not. This place was spooky. Why did all these fights have to take place at night? He saw some dim lights coming from a nearby tower, but decided he was better off heading in the opposite direction -- the better to surprise this "Korps" character. Gripping his hunting knife and shouldering his rifle, he scrambled up a steep incline. Korps smiled. This place reminded him of the valley of the Lost Wash, where his old home had been. Of course, the tower looked more like Nirvak than Cadaver. Still, it was a good omen. The moon shone down, giving a little light. Korps inhaled deeply, expanding his chest to twice its former size and floated into the air, looking down on the valley below him. Somewhere, a tiny human, scared and alone, was hunting him. Korps grinned wickedly and loosened his black sword, Nytmaar in its sheath. Perhaps he would let himself be caught. Chiropractor flattened himself against the top of the rise. That big black shape in the sky couldn't possibly be Korps -- the picture he had seen was much smaller -- but nothing else was moving. He trusted his camouflage, as long as he didn't move. The shape descended, and as it did, it took on a more recognizable shape. It was man sized, and wore a long black cloak that just reached the neck. Standing above the cowl was a bald head; so thin it might have been a skull if not for the shining eyes in deep sockets. Yes, that was Korps, all right. Chiropractor silently cocked his rifle and waited. He had never been a great shot at any range -- that was why he had learned to fight so well up close -- but he might get lucky. Korps smelled sweat. Fear. There was absolutely no wind, so his quarry had to be near. He drew Nytmaar and ground his teeth. Suddenly, there was a sound like thunder, and Korps felt a stone of some kind flash in front of his nose. He sprang back, and covered himself with his cloak. He felt a few more of the strange rocks, heard them ricocheting off his cloak. All on his left side. So that's where the human was hiding. Chiropractor cursed. He should have guessed he'd have some kind of magic shield. Well, he thought, let's see how his shield can keep his back in place. He scrambled down the embankment, firing at the unmoving black cloak. When he was close enough, he cast the near empty weapon aside, and seized his enemy by the shoulders, yanking with all his strength to force the back of the dark man's head to touch his feet. Korps sneered. The fool was trying to break his back! He didn't try to catch him in his hands -- to even try this; he had to be watching them. Instead, he craned his neck further than the man intended to push it, and sank his teeth into the Corporal's hand. The human yelped in pain, and released his grip. Korps spat out the chunk of meat he had torn from his palm. Chiropractor couldn't believe it. The thing's spine had bent as if it were made of rubber, but not broken. As it stood and straightened, he heard a hundred sounds like dry twigs snapping, but no crack. Korps towered over him, blood and a smile on his thin lips. He drew a long black sword. Trembling, Chiropractor yanked out his knife. Korps hesitated. He hoped the man wasn't very good with that. He might have no bones, but a knife would pierce his skin as easily as anyone else. That was why he wore the cloak. He was not disappointed -- In a few moments, Nytmaar cleft off the human's knife hand, and seconds later, took his head from his body. Winner: Korps Match 4 - Robert Newell Prince Phillip vs. A Death Knight Phillip rode swiftly, in search of his opponent. This Death Knight shouldn't be too hard to find, or so Phillip thought. He had his trusty sword with him and he was a competent swordsman. Once he found his enemy, he would kill it. The Death Knight laughed to itself as it watched the pitiful human scamper around. It used to be human, but it was so much more now. It summoned up some of the strength of the Shadow Council and sent a whirlwind after Phillip. Phillip heard an enormous rush of wind behind him. It was coming right at him, so he spurred his mount and galloped away. Phillip had never seen such a thing, it must be sorcery! The Death Knight used this diversion to cast haste on himself. Then he galloped at a blurring pace towards Phillip. Wasting no time it cast it's most potent spell at the young man, Death and Decay. Phillip drew his sword as he saw the blur come at him. It did him no good. No sooner had he unsheathed his blade when he began to feel weak. His hair grew long and then gray, and then white. His sword fell from his enfeebled grasp, rusting before it hit the ground. Phillip felt himself age, and his heart gave out after only a few seconds. The Death Knight waited until Phillips corpse had decayed down to a skeleton. He then drew upon his innate necromantic abilities, generously provided by the long-slain Orcish Necrolytes, and animated Phillip into a Skeleton. He then went into a trance to recover the spent mana from this battle. Winner: the Death Knight Match 5 - Mark Ailshie Wyvern vs. Michaelangelo Michelangelo didn't like the look of this place one bit. Dark and spooky. He doubted any pizza delivery man would bother coming here. Maybe he could find a phone booth and find out. No time now. He heard the flapping of unseen wings and looked up to see a huge pair of bat-like wings silhouetted against the silver moon. The wings descended gradually, and Michelangelo readied himself for combat. Wyvern was about seven feet tall. Roughly man shaped, but with a long snake-like neck that ended in a wedge-shaped head with large teeth. His hands were tipped with sharp claws, as were his feet. And, of course, he had two huge bat-wings on his back. He landed in front of Michelangelo, and spoke. "Hey, yo! You must be that ninja turtle dude -- ah, what was your name? Miguelantonio, or somethin'?" Michelangelo did a double take. "Dude! You sound just like me!" Wyvern smiled, showing a row of fierce looking teeth. "I think we're about the same age. What are you, seventeen?" "Fifteen." Wyvern laughed. It was deep and guttural, but seemed genuine. "I'm older than you are!" The turtle smiled. This guy seemed fun! But then a little shudder came over Wyvern, and his smile faded. "Oh, oh. Rage-surge. I've got to kill you now." With no further warning, Wyvern swung out with his sharp claws and narrowly missed Mikey's head. Mike instantly went on the defensive, as Wyvern's claws slashed at him. "He's just like Slash!" Mike thought, as he batted away another strike with his nun-chucks. "All anger and power, and no direction." With that thought, the Teen Turtle went on the offensive. Wyvern was not near the equal of a ninja in hand-to-hand combat, and fought bravely to avoid getting his head crushed by the flailing nun-chucks. He snapped his teeth at the younger mutant, and paid for it with a nun-chuck strike to the ribs that left him breathless. He doubled over in pain, and Mike raised his 'chucks for a death strike. Wyvern had had enough. He opened his mouth and belched a fireball at the shelled ninja. It caught Michelangelo by surprise, and severely toasted his head. Mikey pulled his limbs inside his protective shell and rolled to safety, but when he pulled his head back out, he realized he hadn't been fast enough -- the blast of magic fire had seared his eyeballs. He had been blinded. Wyvern saw his advantage and took to the sky, bellowing in glee. He gazed down at the green, blind form beneath him, and set up a diving strike to the throat. Unfortunately for Wyvern, many ninjas practice the technique of fighting blind. Usually, it is useful only in darkened rooms, but Mike found it useful here as well. As he sensed Wyvern's approach, he ducked aside at the last moment and swung a nun-chuck with all his strength where he anticipated Wyvern's head to be. Crack. The skull popped, and the teenaged dragon hero fell lifeless to the ground. Winner: Michelangelo Match 6 - Robert Newell Nemesis Enforcer vs. RoboCop Nemesis Enforcer surveyed the ground beneath him. He was flying a few hundred feet above the ground, but he could see clearly everything down on the ground. He was to fight RoboCop, he did not know who this was, but he was not afraid at all. No one could stand up to his awesome strength. Finally he saw a metal covered man emerge from a nearby ruin. Seizing this opportunity to ambush his opponent, Nemesis Enforcer dove at RoboCop, intending to bring the mangled corpse of his opponent back to CobraLa as a trophy. Golobulus would be pleased. RoboCop was blindsided. Nemesis Enforcer smashed him into the wall. An ordinary man could have been killed by the impact, but RoboCop was no ordinary man. He kicked Nemesis Enforcer off of him and drew his sidearm. "You are under arrest for assault with the intent to kill, you have the..." He got no further as Nemesis Enforcer had quickly gotten up and charged him. He only got one bullet off before Nemesis Enforcer knocked his gun away and grappled RoboCop in a huge bear-hug. Unfortunately for RoboCop, his shot went wide. Nemesis Enforcer was shocked, his opponent was tough! He was not able to crush this pathetic man. Instead he spread his wings and took off, RoboCop in tow. He intended to drop this metal man to his death as soon as he got high enough. RoboCop was initially shocked as they took off, but he quickly regained his composure and began to headbutt Nemesis Enforcer. RoboCop's metal reinforced cranium and servomotor enhanced neck muscles did quite a number on Nemesis Enforcer's head. The huge winged man was soon disoriented and dropped RoboCop only about fifty feet off of the ground. RoboCop was dazed from the fall, and a bit battered, but no permanent harm was done. Nemesis Enforcer, on the other hand, was very disoriented from the repeated headbutts and flew straight into Minas Morgul. He fell from the sky and crashed at the base of the huge structure. When Robocop went to investigate, he found Nemesis Enforcer with his head twisted in an impossible angle. The huge winged man was clearly killed. RoboCop went to retrieve his sidearm, wondering where his monstrous opponent had come from. Winner: RoboCop Match 7 - Brian Ailshie Batman vs. Mad Max The two warriors were both familiar with dark foreboding places. However, Mad Max was at a great disadvantage. He was essentially unarmed. At least now he was. He had brought a gun, but the bullets had all deflected off the guy's body armor. Batman had fell over, and was slightly winded by the shots, but not killed. Now Mad Max was running for his life. In the last tournament he had managed to knock off the Terminator (a #2 seed), but then vehicles were allowed, and he had lost his car to do it. At the moment he didn't like his chances of returning to the 3rd round (by virtue of a bye too). Batman liked his chances much better. If he could catch and kill this guy, he might face the axe toting drunk he had beat in the first round last time. He could then get to the 3rd round for the first time, where who knows what could happen! The trick would be finding this guy. The coward had taken off as soon as he had seen Batman start to sit up after getting shot. By the time Batman had recovered enough to give chase, the guy was long gone. Suddenly he heard a clamor to his left and climbed a rise. He saw Mad Max slaying the last of an orc scouting party. The evil looking castle was just behind them. Batman charged down the hill pulling out his 'bat-a-rang' and a length of strong wire. Mad Max was hefting a shield and notched sword. Batman lobed the 'bat-a-rang' and it wrapped around Max's ankles. With a tug he toppled, and dropped the sword. Batman came up and kicked him. Mad Max grunted and rolled to try to get away. Unfortunately, he rolled into the moat and sank like a stone. Without free feet to kick with, he drowned fairly quickly. Winner: Batman Match 8 - Mark Ailshie Rog vs. Andre the Giant Rog smiled. He loved the smell of battle in the evening, and the smell hung deep in this valley. He hefted his big double bladed axe, and looked around. Good terrain for a battle, he thought aimlessly. If I were commanding a force here, I'd set up on that rise over there, so the archers would have a clear target, but the cavalry would still be able to charge. Rog sighed. Unfortunately, he had no army to help him this time. Just him and his axe, and he didn't have the greatest record in the world in these events. Batman had creamed him in the first tournament. Rog scowled as he headed for the rise. He really wanted a drink. Andre grimaced. He needed a drink. This locale was nothing like what he was used to fighting in. Just put him in a ring with an unarmed opponent that can't breathe fire, or whatever, and he knew he was guaranteed to win. He knew nothing about this "Rog" character, except that he was almost certainly associated with the blond swordswoman who had killed him before. He spotted a passing patrol of six orcs and grinned. This time, he would not be unarmed. Rog achieved the rise, and sat down to wait for this "Andre the Giant." While he was waiting, he may as well finish his ale. He reached for his wineskin. Andre smiled as he hefted the spear. This was more like it! None of the armor fit, (orcs were little guys!) but he had acquired a sword with a sheath and a decent spear. Now it would be a more fair fight. Rog scratched himself lazily, letting the alcohol pickle his brain. He much preferred this locale to the abandoned warehouse he where had fought in the first tournament. There was much more room to breathe out here. He watched Andre climb the rise for a few minutes before realizing that this was his opponent, and he was carrying a spear. Instantly, Rog was on his feet, and looking at his options. Andre had a missile weapon, and he had only his axe. But he ought to be able to avoid one spear. Once he closed on him, his axe looked to be in better shape than that sword. Hefting his axe, Rog strode down the rise, trying to close the distance without losing the height advantage. Andre watched Rog approach and aimed his spear. He hadn't thrown one of these in years, but if he hit, the battle would be that much easier. When he was close enough, Andre chucked the spear with all his strength at the bare-chested barbarian on the hill. Rog dodged easily. Not much style, for a pike-man; big enough, though. If he were arming him, he'd have given him a mace or an axe -- something that could make advantage of his height and weight. The Giant drew his sword, but he held it like a club. Rog shook his head. So much potential, but this giant obviously couldn't fight. Rog roared and dove off the hill at the giant, swinging his axe in a wide horizontal arc. Andre dodged backward, and tried to strike with the sword, but Rog was just too fast, and parried the sword so skillfully that it flew right out of Andre's huge hand. Now Andre was angry. He may as well have left those stupid orcs alone! This man was obviously used to fighting with weapons. Andre had been fighting his game. Well, now they would fight his way. He reached out and seized the warrior by the throat, one hand covering his whole throat. Rog choked for breath, and dropped his axe. Andre put both hands into the choke, then reeled back and smacked a huge headbutt onto the smaller man. Rog's head reeled. Dang, this man was powerful! He frantically scrabbled at his fingers, trying to loosen them enough to get some air. Andre just laughed. Rog was on his knees now, and felt himself starting to pass out. His hand fell to his waist, where he found his wineskin. In desperation, he swung it over his head and struck the giant in the face. The wineskin burst, and the ale blasted out into Andre's face. Andre released the hold, and covered his eyes. Rog drank some pretty stiff alcohol! Stiffer than Andre was used to having in his eyes. Rog hit the ground and sucked air into his lungs frantically. That had been too close. He dove away, just as Andre dropped an elbow where he used to be. The Giant groaned with the pain of landing on hard rock. Rog dove to his axe, and turned. Andre was still struggling to his feet. With a shout, Rog threw the axe end over end and watched the blade imbed itself into the Giant's huge skull. 1,2,3 pin. Winner: Rog Arlanx ROUND 2 Match 1 The Witch King takes the Bye from Match 2, Round 1. Match 2 � Mark Ailshie Lord Korps vs. A Death Knight Korps floated peacefully across the moon, watching his opponent on the ground. The Death Knight and his skeletal henchman had tripped into a battle with a group of orcs. The Knight was surprisingly tough. He had cast a few spells, waved his hands, and suddenly the orcs had fallen dead. A few seconds more, and the Death Knight had a half dozen more skeletons. Not that Korps was worried in the least. Skeletons were easy to defeat, especially for him. His son Zomb had invented the craft of reanimating the dead, and he knew that no undead was a match for him. Grinning, he drew Nytmaar and sailed to the ground. The Death Knight saw the Dark Shehap land, and sent his skeletons to engage him. He cast haste on them, for good measure, but he thought of them as no more than a diversion, as he approached his opponent and prepared to cast a vicious spell. Korps drew Nytmaar with a hollow ring, and slashed through the first two skeletons, and pointed an open hand at three more, hurling Blight at them. Immediately, the bones corroded and fell apart. The last two reached him, but their paltry swords were no match for his cloak. He swung twice with his black sword, and the bones clattered to the ground. Korps spun to face his enemy, and was met by a noisome blast of decay. The Death Knight had hit him with his most dangerous spell, Death and Decay. Unfortunately for the Death Knight, The power of Death and Decay depends upon the natural effects of time on the victim. Korps was already several thousand years old, and his cloak and sword were magical items, protected from the effects of time. Korps merely smiled at the force of decay that assaulted him. The aroma of corpses always made him smile. The Death Knight was confused. But he was too low on mana to throw out another whirlwind. Korps advanced, and The Death Knight retreated, hoping to gain enough time to gain mana. Nothing doing. Korps reached the Death Knight in moments, and cut the legs off its mount. The undead horse plunged to the ground without a cry. Korps caught the Death Knight by the skull and Drained him. Korps shivered with delight at the taste of the Death Knights unholy essence. In moments, the creature exploded in green slime, the way Death Knights always do. Winner: Lord Korps Match 3 � Robert Newell Michaelangelo vs. RoboCop Mikey couldn't see anything. He wouldn't want to see his face, even if it was possible. He was in a great deal of pain, but he did not let that bother him. Moving solely by his sense of hearing, he stalked the clumsy and noisy Robocop. He didn't know what or who Robocop was, but he did know that he was slow and loud. He rightly assumed that Robocop was humanoid and thus he planned his moves. He jumped out of the shadows, limbs and nunchakus swinging. His first blows landed on Robocop�s, head. Mikey heard the sound of the metal and assumed a helmet. He rapidly struck all over Robocop's body, hearing the ring of metal everytime. Robocop was stunned, this mutant was fast! He commanded Michaelangelo to stop in the name of the law, but Mike ignored him. Just as Robocop finished speaking, Mikey's elbow connected with Robocop's face. Robocop spat out teeth and drew his service revolver. The teenage mutant ninja turtle knew that he had found a weak point, and gave it his all. Blow after blow rained on Robocop's face in a matter of seconds... until Robocop started shooting. At this close range, the hollowpoint shells burst through Mikey' stomach, knocking him to the ground. One more bullet to the head put him out of his misery. Robocop was badly beaten, dented, and his face was a bloody ruin, but he had prevailed. Winner: RoboCop Match 4 - Mark Ailshie Batman vs. Rog Arlanx Rog retrieved his axe, and cleaned it carefully. He was out of booze now, and that was just as well. He wanted a clear head when he fought Batman this time. His best chance was to close against him in close combat. He had the advantage there. Rog climbed carefully back up the hill and looked carefully around for his old enemy. Batman had put on his night vision goggles to hunt the drunk barbarian he had defeated once before. He was cautious, though. He knew that anyone who had been killed once by him would likely be tougher to defeat a second time. With his night vision, he spotted the huge barbarian atop a small hill, looking around. Batman crept silently around the hill, keeping to the shadows and trying to get behind Rog. He would sneak up on him and take him by surprise. Rog saw the dark quiet form of the Batman trying to sneak around him. Rog knew that Batman had seen him, but he didn't know that Rog had seen him. So that gave Rog an advantage. He flexed his arms, and waited, trying to appear to be still looking for him. When Batman was within Range, he strung a cable into his bat-a-rang, and threw it at Rog. The barbarian dodged, and hefted the axe over his head! Batman dove aside, barely evading the spinning blade, as it imbedded itself into an old tree. In a flash, the barbarian was on him. "Not so tough without your gear, are you?" snarled Rog, locking Batman into a bearhug. Batman wasn't afraid, sure his armor would protect him. At least, he was sure until he heard the cracking. Then he scrambled with all he had to try to escape from the monstrously strong grip of this crazy drunk. Rog headbutted the squirming bat to stop his struggles. There was a satisfying pop, and blood poured from Batman's broken nose. Rog judged he was stunned enough now, and released him. Batman slumped to his knees, and struggled to breathe through the blood that choked his throat. Rog reached to his axe and wrenched it out of the tree. He raised it over his head. Batman held up a hand as if to ward off the blow. A green mist sprayed out of Batman's extended hand and caught Rog in the face. The Barbarian cursed, and swung hard, but Batman leapt aside. Rog felt the poison gas working it's way through his lungs. "Great Tathos!" cursed Rog, between coughs. "I can't believe he got me again!" So saying, the Barbarian fell to the black earth and breathed his last. Winner: Batman ROUND 3 Match 1 � Mark Ailshie The Witch King vs. Korps Korps wiped the slime of the Death Knight off of his face and stood. Regarding him from a nearby hilltop was a huge reptilian bird. Atop its neck sat a cloaked figure wearing a steel crown. This could be no one but the Witch King of Angmar. Korps saluted. "I have heard of you, Nazgul," said the dark shehap. "You and I, we are quite alike. My own home is similar to this dark valley. We both have great dark powers, but serve under someone more powerful still. And, I suspect, we both would rather rule alone, eh?" The wraith made no reply. But a thin voice on the wind uttered a denial of any personal ambition, followed by a challenge. Korps grimaced and drew Nytmaar. The great winged fell beast spread its wings and soared into the darkness of the night sky. Korps inhaled mightily, and floated up to meet them. The Ringwraith drew his sword, and black steel met icy blade in the air above Morgul Vale. Nytmaar splintered the wraith's sword, and came through without a crack on its obsidian blade. Korps smiled, and wheeled in the sky. The fell beast spun around and made another pass, this time the wraith swung a wicked looking mace. Korps ducked inside the swing, and smote the chain, severing the mace's head to land on the ground far below. Then he whirled to face his foe. And suddenly realized that his cloak was gone. In horror, he realized that the wraith's attack had been merely a feint, a trick to allow him to grab Korps'cloak and leave him without protection. Korps scowled and heaved Blight at the wraith. The Witch King breathed deeply. No Blight could affect one who breathed the black breath. Korps shimmered and changed shape, becoming a huge vulture. He spun and tried to flee. The Witch King bore down upon him, and the Nazgul-Lord plunged an icy knife into his back. Ordinarily, the blade would take some time to find its way to its victim's heart. But of course, Shehaps are not ordinary victims. And Korps' black heart sang to the enchanted blade like a siren calling it home. In seconds, it had pierced the heart. The explosion rocked the Ringwraith in his saddle, but he held firm, watching the tattered rags that were once the clothing of his foe settle to the ground. The sword fell beneath him. Intrigued, the Wraith landed beside it. He donned the Shehap's magic cloak, and strapped Nytmaar to his ghostly hip. Such weapons were fit for the first lieutenant of Sauron. Winner: The Witch King of Angmar Match 2 � Robert Newell RoboCop vs. Batman Two paragons of crime fighting prowess... only one could emerge victorious. In actuality, it wasn't even close. Robocop had the upper hand initially. He was armored and armed with fairly powerful firepower. Batman is a master of evasion though, so he managed to avoid the police cyborg until his gun ran out of bullets. Batman still had plenty of weapons up his sleeve though. He started off with a few bat-a-rangs. These only had limited effectiveness because of Robocop's armor. His next blow won the round for him. He pulled out an EMP grenade and lobbed it at Robocop. Batman did not know that Robocop needed his electronics in his body to keep himself alive. The EMP grenade exploded and shut down all of Robocop's artificial internal organs. With his heart and lungs offline, Robocop died quite quickly. Batman was disgusted with how easy his opponent had been. Winner Batman ROUND 4 Match � Aaron Bartholomew Witch King vs. Batman Still astride the fell beast, circling the skies, the Witch-King of Angmar, who had served as a necromancer beneath Sauron himself awaited. Far beneath, Batman (still slightly injured) crept from shadow to shadow, looking for a way to kill his adversary. Selecting a bat-arang and aiming carefully, he threw. High above, the Witch King noticed only a brief blur impact with his mount's neck before the beast fell... down... down... down.... Until they hit the plains together. Batman closed in. The beast appeared to have died before impact, his bat-arang had done its work. He turned to examine it's master, who had not yet risen. Taking yet another bat-arang from his belt, he leaned forward to the head, invisible beneath it's crown, to slit the being's throat. And fell back, onto the plains floor, arm numb, and blacked out from the effects of the black breath. Slowly the Witch King arose from the shattered remains of his mount, and laughed.... an eerie piercing sound. "Fool! No living MAN may slay me!". Drawing a Morgul-blade, the necromancer-king pierced Batman through the heart. Winner of Bracket N: The Witch King of Angmar |