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Prodigi looked at his new surroundings and almost wanted to gag. He had never seen such a horrible, grotesque tapestry for as long as he could remember (which ironically still wasn�t all that long). He continued trying to wrap his mind around these strange images while blocking out the smells, even as Pyramid Head approached him.

�Now, we play in my house.�

The resounding chuckle echoed off of all of the walls and the dead bodies in the stretchers seemed to rattle and moan in response. It was chilling. Prodigi�s recent memory attacks had hearkened something akin to panic attacks, but this was beyond insane. Prodigi looked at Pyramid Head clutching his gigantic knife and confidently hovered a bit off of the ground. There was a huge amount of height difference between the two, but that had never really deterred Prodigi before in situations like this. He was ready.

In a flurry of red feathers, Prodigi propelled himself from his place above the ground directly at Pyramid Head and tucked his head behind his shoulder. Pyramid Head raised his Great Knife to slice Prodigi in half, but was surprised at Prodigi�s speed. He imagined that it would be a close race between who would hit who first, but Prodigi�s speed proved that there would be no contest. Prodigi rammed shoulder first into Pyramid Head�s chest and the off-balanced Pyramid Head began sprawling backwards, still tightly gripping his Great Knife as it continued its powerful downward swing. Pyramid Head was amazed that this mortal possessed such speed and determination � he seemed almost unaffected by the environment he had been transported to. He was definitely different from others that Pyramid Head had killed in the past. But he would still die just like the rest of them.

The Great Knife struck the floor, which nearly gave way beneath its great power as the over-sized rusty blade dug forcefully in. Still, Prodigi sped Pyramid Head towards the opposite wall, where metal was twisting out in a demonic spike. The pair began slowing down rapidly, however. The sound of the metal scraping into and against the floor was deafening, and it filled the room with sounds akin to nails on a chalkboard. It probably would have been unbearable to Prodigi had he not been so concentrated on slamming Pyramid Head into the wall. He barely even noticed that they were slowing down until Pyramid Head�s feet jutted to the ground and gave off a rumbling turbulence.

A sickening squish resounded as the spike drove into Pyramid Head�s back and worked its way through directly over Prodigi�s head. The final momentum of the contact with the spike finally caused the pair to stop moving completely and Prodigi�s feet finally touched the ground as he collapsed with his knees shaking. He hadn�t been aware of how much shaking had been going on, and he could barely stop his bones and muscles from continuing to shake. It was unnatural and he couldn�t help but fall where he was as he tried to rapidly recover.

As Prodigi collapsed to the ground before the freshly shish-kabobbed Pyramid Head, the latter lifted his Great Knife from it�s trench, swung it upwards and smacked Prodigi away with the flat side of the blade. Prodigi�s neck snapped as his head led the rest of his shaking body rapidly away from Pyramid Head. He was jilted out of his momentary rest and was now trying to figure out how he could land safely. His eyes tried to focus on the crates and other things in this nightmarish room as he sped past them and his mind raced along even faster. Closing his eyes, Prodigi began flipping himself in mid-air so that his feet would face the wall instead of his head, while at the same time bringing his hands together to create a large fireball.

Pyramid Head, on the other hand, lifted himself from the large and gruesome spike in the wall and felt his draping skin begin healing itself automatically. It didn�t really hurt as much as give him a strange sensation. In fact, it was almost pleasurable. Pyramid Head looked up and saw Prodigi finally reach the wall and propel himself off of it.

�This again?" Pyramid Head thought with a certain element of disgust. �Can�t you try any other tricks?�

Pyramid Head slammed his Great Knife into the ground and ripped the disfigured stretcher from the wall behind him. It was still dripping with his acrid blood and the corpse that lay nailed to it howled in sadistic delight. Pyramid Head turned to Prodigi, who was just about to launch the oversized fireball at him, and hurled the stretcher towards him. Then, he wrenched his primary weapon from the ground and stood in wait.

Prodigi saw the stretcher flying at him and immediately launched the fireball at it. The undead corpse burst into flames as soon as the ball of flames made contact, and Prodigi cursed, spinning out of the way of the now flaming stretcher. He was going under it and slightly to the side now, a smile forming on his lips. Pyramid Head still didn�t have the edge in this.

Suddenly, Prodigi felt a burning hand grasp his arm and clamp down with the strength of tempered steel. He immediately tensed up and cursed again as his forward momentum met the intense force of the hurled stretcher and knocked his arm out of its socket. He looked up and saw the demon patient lean over and snarl at him. Prodigi raised his other arm and began beating the thing with everything he had while trying to ignore the flames that were now licking at him. With every beat came a grunt and another snarl from the flaming demon. Prodigi was starting to lose the feeling in his arm, and that wasn�t good. His feathers were being singed at their tips from the heat coming from the stretcher and the �victim� strapped to it. They were nearing the wall quickly, too. This wasn�t going to bode well.

Pyramid Head watched all of this with ghoulish delight. Beneath the red armor of his head, his mouth twisted upwards in a half-smile full of sadistic wrath. Flexing his arms, Pyramid Head dragged his Great Knife behind him and began walking towards where he figured Prodigi would eventually free himself. This was all too easy. Prodigi had been so confident and he was making all of the mistakes that Pyramid Head had imagined he would have been smart enough not to make. Even after Pyramid Head had given his victim the time to heal himself, he was still proving to be quite weak. It wouldn�t be his most satisfying kill, but he would still enjoy himself.

Prodigi cursed as he saw Pyramid Head stalking towards him as he continued to speed away. How he wished that this transformation did not rob him of his standard weapons. He couldn�t concentrate enough to call a Meteor or Bahamut and the fireball had obviously not worked. This was just not his day.

And then, just as suddenly as the arm had latched onto him, Prodigi began to fall as the arm was severed by the flames. The powerful clamping stub of an arm was still attached onto his injured shoulder, but at least it could now be gotten off. Of course, Prodigi was still falling and it looked like Pyramid Head would be there to meet him. He cursed and wished that he had use of his other arm so that he could get a good sized fireball at Pyramid Head to slow him down. Prodigi�s concentration was definitely slipping, and he sorely wished that there was something he could do.

Prodigi�s vision blurred for a moment and he grabbed his head as a twinge of numbed pain throbbed lightly in his forehead. He lifted his hand to his head and rubbed it lightly, attributing the sudden change to his rapid descent. He had to figure out some way to survive this fall and also avoid Pyramid Head once he reached the bottom. He reached his hand down to where his sword would be if he were not in his Trance mode and�it was there. Prodigi�s eyes widened and he looked down at himself. He had lost his Trance mode and he had use of his weapons again! Prodigi gripped his right sword and smiled. He was about to meet up with Pyramid Head.

In a flash of light, Prodigi whirled around and slammed his sword down at Pyramid Head. Naturally, Pyramid Head raised his blade and blocked Prodigi�s fairly forceful slam with little effort. Prodigi descended slightly and then launched himself over Pyramid Head�s heavily armored head. The instant Prodigi felt his feet touch the ground, he whirled around and thrust his sword clean through Pyramid Head, piercing the tattered and bloody lab coat completely. Prodigi quickly left his sword inside Pyramid Head and deftly removed his Desert Eagle from its holster, pointing at this demonic beast and firing the entire round from point blank range. Every resounding crack left another large hole in Pyramid Head�s disgusting form, and Prodigi just continued emptying the round.

Click!

Click! Click! Click!

Prodigi�s trigger finger was still depressing the gun�s firing mechanism, but his round had finally run out. Prodigi opened his eyes completely and looked at the various gaping holes in Pyramid Head�s torso. He could see the other side of this demonic warehouse completely, including the flaming mangled remains of the stretcher and the patient it had held that lay smoldering on the floor where it had crashed down following the final impact with the wall. Blood continued to drip down from the holes in Pyramid Head�s body as Prodigi looked on. It was a bit unnerving how Pyramid Head was still standing there after the assault, but Prodigi had almost come to expect that. Standing up completely, Prodigi put the gun back in its holster, took the hand that was still gripping his shoulder off of him, and reached out to reclaim his sword after throwing the bloody stump to the side.

�Are you quite through yet?�

Prodigi froze where he was, his hand outstretched towards the sword. The voice was Pyramid Head�s. How was he still alive after that last assault? Was there no way he could be killed? Prodigi looked at the bullet holes in wonder, and then his face changed to display a horrified look as the holes began closing and new (though still dead-looking) skin crept over the gaping wounds. Prodigi cursed again and his hair stood on end. What the hell was this creature?

Pyramid Head shifted slightly, his head turning slightly and appearing to gaze right down at Prodigi. Prodigi froze even more where he was, unable to move even slightly as he stared up at the demon.

�Then let�s continue.�

Pyramid Head raised his hand and slammed Prodigi�s own sword back towards him, the hilt striking Prodigi�s silently frozen frame and knocking him off-balance as he stumbled backwards. Pyramid Head, with speed carrying from the sheer force behind the blade, whipped the Great Knife into the air and brought it straight down towards Prodigi. Prodigi saw it coming straight at him and made his best effort to dodge out of the way, his arms flailing in his unbalanced state. The very edge of the blade caught the arm that had been dislocated and the force made Prodigi begin a spin, completely uncontrolled and dangerous. The Great Knife slammed into the ground and the rafters shook with the impact, another great trench ripping through the concrete. Prodigi slammed into a corroded crate and quickly righted himself. His chest was heaving up and down as adrenaline was pumped into his blood and the blood raced faster and faster. His heart was beating faster and faster to accommodate all of the gas exchange that was happening in the presence of this putrid and decaying air. Prodigi regained his footing and ran behind the crates to escape from the madness.

Pyramid Head stalked around in the open space between the crates, taking care to avoid the trenches that he had made. This was actually turning out to be quite an amusing and entertaining fight. Prodigi had a few more cards up his sleeve than Pyramid Head had originally ascertained him to have. Pyramid Head laughed cruelly to himself as he tried to find his prey once more. His wounds were once again healing quite well. Pyramid Head stopped and swept his eyes in front of him on the ground. Prodigi�s sword was laying there � the one he had stabbed Pyramid Head with. He had been careless enough to leave it out in the open like this. What a fool.

Prodigi still hid behind the crates, trying to figure out some way that he could stop this demon tyrant�s terror. Cradling his left shoulder with his right arm, Prodigi came to the conclusion that he would need both arms if he was going to do this right. Ripping off a part of his left sleeve, Prodigi jammed it in his mouth and prepared to bite down on it. He couldn�t afford to give away his position by screaming. Not that there weren�t enough demons already screaming and howling in pain and anguish as it was, but Prodigi had a feeling that Pyramid Head would be able to discern his scream from theirs. With his right hand firmly clenched on his shoulder, Prodigi squeezed down and began relocating his shoulder. Immediately, he bit down on the cloth and tried his best not to scream. Tears of pain began dripping down from his eyes and sweat beaded ferociously on his forehead. His face was turning a deep shade of red and he was shaking � almost to the point where he could barely concentrate enough to move his shoulder back into place.

Crack

The pain subsided after a moment and Prodigi collapsed back against the crate, both arms hanging down limply at his sides. He was still breathing heavily and his face felt extremely hot. Prodigi spit the cloth out of his mouth and cursed aloud between his deep quivering breaths. If he just had a few more moments, he would be ready to take Pyramid Head on once again.

Of course, Pyramid Head wasn�t intent on giving him those few short moments. On the contrary, he didn�t want Prodigi to have any time to rest whatsoever. Concentrating a little bit, he began summoning his minions to help him hunt down his query. Demon dogs always did come in handy at times such as these. Immediately, all around Pyramid Head, disfigured dogs began rising from the blood splashed everywhere around him. There were five in total. And they were all hungry for blood. Howling and yapping, they each scampered off to find Prodigi.

Prodigi stood up as soon as he heard the first howl. There was no way � Pyramid Head was hunting him down. Prodigi drew his left sword with a slight twinge of pain, and quickly reloaded his first Desert Eagle. He had to be absolutely ready. He closed his eyes, held onto his weapons for dear life, and waited for the first dog. He heard the sniffing and leveled his gun towards the shadow. The hound�s snout crept into view, the maw open and dripping bloodied saliva, followed by an oversized bloodshot eye, looking everywhere for Prodigi. Prodigi aimed directly at where the beast�s brain (if it had one) would be, and fired off a single deadly shot. With a squeal, the beast fell and Prodigi saw it begin writhing on the ground. Walking stealthily over to it, he fired a few more shots into it until it stopped moving completely, and then he kicked it away. One down. How many were left, Prodigi was not certain of. But because of his gunshots, he knew that they now knew for certain where he was.

A howl confirmed his suspicions, and Prodigi whirled back around behind him to stare directly into the face of the demonic dog with its teeth gnashing, begging for Prodigi�s blood. Prodigi swung his sword up, ducking as he cleanly sliced the dog in two. His eyes still open, he saw it�s companion ready to leap in for the after kill, and he planted a bullet between the thing�s two sickly eyes. It stumbled and fell to the ground. Before wasting any more bullets, Prodigi stood there silently and waited to see if the creature would stay dead. For an eternity did it seem that he waited, until he decided that it was no charade. The dog was obviously not breathing, and such a shot would have killed anything no matter what.

Prodigi climbed up onto the level of crates to get a better idea of his situation: find the other dogs, Pyramid Head, and his sword. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be seen, the lot of them. Prodigi cautiously swept his head around and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his shoulder with everything he had in him. He listened for the telltale snarls that would probably tell him if the beasts were anywhere around. Naturally, they came. Prodigi heard two distinct growls emanating from either side of him and he froze where he was, glancing each way. They were on the piles of crates to the side of him, separated by relatively narrow gaps. Prodigi raised both of his weapons a bit and stared straight ahead. Judging the distance with his peripheral vision and figuring in about how fast he had seen two of the dogs run, Prodigi began breathing in a very specific rhythm. He knew exactly when to strike based on when each dog took off in accordance with his breathing.

The dog on the left took off first, followed less then half a second later by the other dog. As much as Prodigi wanted to, he didn�t speed up his breathing at all. He kept his wits about him and waited for the precise moment. The dog on the left leapt high into the air to go for Prodigi�s throat and Prodigi ducked down, thrusting his sword up into the mongrel�s neck and gut in quick succession while throwing himself below it and unloading three carefully placed shots towards the dog on his right. Prodigi hit the ground and rolled out of the landing zone of that dog right before it came down on all fours. With a well placed leg thrust, Prodigi leapt to his feet to once again place himself in a safe defensive state. He looked at each dog standing there on either side of him. They both turned around and Prodigi surveyed the damage he had incurred on both. The dog he had stabbed swayed around a bit, coughed up a lot of blood, and collapsed as its eyes swung into the back of its head. The dog that had been shot had lost an eye and use of its front right leg. Prodigi couldn�t see any other wounds. He raised his gun again and fired. The dog was already moving and dodged out of the way of the bullet with a very well-timed jump. But it was already moving to its right and was seriously losing balance. The dog leapt at Prodigi and latched onto Prodigi�s gunning arm, biting down deep. Prodigi clenched his teeth together and fired twice. As he spun around with the now-dead dog, he caught a glimpse of Pyramid head standing there forebodingly. The dog�s maw finally came loose and Prodigi heard the sickening crunch of bones and slap of dead flesh as the thing hit the wall behind him and then the ground. He didn�t see any more dogs. It was only Pyramid Head that he had to deal with now, or so he hoped.

As he turned, he saw Pyramid Head still standing there. In his right hand he held the Great Knife. In his left, he held Prodigi�s sword. Prodigi cursed and remembered how he had left it in his rush to escape. He had almost forgotten about it in the struggle with the demon dogs. Now it was in Pyramid Head�s hands. What was he going to do?

�You dropped this,� Pyramid Head said slowly. With that, he raised the sword and held it backwards a bit. Prodigi cursed and began backing up before realizing that he was almost at the edge of the crates. He tilted backwards and began losing his footing just as Pyramid Head launched the sword directly at Prodigi. Prodigi had no way to dodge this blade, nor was in the state of mind to do so. The pain and the wound were inevitable at this point.

The blade passed cleanly through Prodigi�s chest, barely missing the vital organs and finally knocking him off of the top of the crates. As he fell, Prodigi cursed himself several times. He would never succeed if he died here, of all places. He felt like screaming, but willed himself not to. He slammed into the ground with a sickening thud and gasped for breath as the wind was ripped right out of him. He closed his eyes in anguish and felt hot breath on his face before feeling the jaws of one of the demon dogs close around his neck. Prodigi lashed out and knocked the dog away, only allowing a few shallow puncture wounds and the scratches that came afterwards. He caught a glimpse of the dog�s head before having knocked it away and noticed a hole right between its eyes. There was no way that thing could have survived. Prodigi found that hard to accept. Wincing, Prodigi lifted his hand towards the beast and formed a fireball in his hand. With a grunt, he launched the thing and heard the squeal as the thing burst into flames and was finally laid to rest. Prodigi was still lying on the ground, too broken to get up. He could only hope that Pyramid Head would be slow enough getting around that he could regain some strength.

Pyramid Head walked over to the crates that Prodigi had just been standing on and felt them lightly for a moment. Then, taking a step back, Pyramid Head put all of his weight into a tackle, pushing the whole lot of the crates over on the unsuspecting Prodigi. Prodigi never saw it coming and was crushed beneath the crates.

After the dust cleared, Pyramid Head walked over the crates and bent down to pick up Prodigi�s completely broken form by the neck. Despite being almost unconscious and several beaten, he still held onto both his sword and gun with everything he had.

�You monster,� he uttered as a spittle of blood dripped from his mouth.

�Thanks,� Pyramid Head responded mockingly.

Pyramid Head began walking towards the wall, picking up speed and finally slamming Prodigi�s head into the wall. Once. Twice. Three times. Each time harder than the last. Finally, Pyramid Head hurled Prodigi onto the open ground behind him, past the fallen stack of crates where the battle had first begun.

�Pathetic,� he whispered under his breath. �Amusing, but pathetic.�

Slowly, Pyramid Head walked back over towards Prodigi, his Great Knife dragging along behind him the entire way. Suddenly, Prodigi�s entire world was that sound. Just that one sound, the dragging of that awful blade. It consumed him and all of his thoughts. It was just far too much, akin to nails on a chalk board � a sound that seemed eternal and ever-present, forever there to rip at the mind with an undeniable, inevitable power. Coming on the wings of destruction.

No, Prodigi wouldn�t accept that. It wasn�t the end. Not yet.

Pyramid Head drew ever-closer to Prodigi�s body as it lay there face up. Finally drawing up to his victim prey�s side, Pyramid Head looked down at the wretched mortal lying there. Raising his Great Knife directly above Prodigi�s neck, Pyramid Head allowed it to hover there for a moment, suspended there in the position of a hardened executioner. Except that bloodlust was readable on every part of Pyramid Head�s body. He enjoyed this. It was ecstasy for him. He thrived off of it. It was his very existence. He could kill. So he did.

�Die, miserable filth.�

Pyramid Head gripped the blade with both hands and brought it down with every ounce of his strength.

Prodigi�s eyes flickered open and he saw the rapid approach of the blade. It wasn�t the end. He wouldn�t let it be. It wasn�t his time.

With a small smirk on his face, Prodigi gazed up at Pyramid Head and summoned up the remainder of his strength. With all of his energy contained in one final technique Prodigi disappeared from the battle in a flurry of feathers, right as the blade was a few mere inches from severing his head from the rest of his body.

Pyramid Head�s blade slammed into the warehouse floor and the floor crumbled away from where Prodigi had been just a moment before. The entire floor ahead collapsed and crates began falling in on top of each other, fighting for the space below as gravity mercilessly ripped them down to the lower depths. He stood there for a moment as he watched the ground crumble away, disbelief mounting on him. He had lost his prey. Pyramid Head dredged his Great Knife up before it slipped into the abyss and began walking away.

Prodigi appeared on the severe outskirts of Midgar, just outside the city. Crying out in pain, he collapsed to the desert sands and lost consciousness. Approaching on the horizon, however, were three weary travelers. One had a flame atop his head and appeared to be walking along rather silently. One had a distinctly feline appearance and was tagging a bit behind the other two. And the third was skipping along happily with his blonde spikes bouncing with each step. All three were intent on reaching Midgar. All three had been traveling for several days without much rest or nourishment. All three had become companions on some level. But none of them expected to see a nearly-dead being lying outside the city.

�What is that?� Bax said, stopping and pointing ahead. It was the first time he had spoken in several minutes, breaking Zack�s chipper dialogue.

Cut off in mid-sentence, Zack stopped skipping and stared ahead. �I�m not sure.�

Lynx quickly assessed the situation, having been around enough dead and dying bodies in his life time (most of his own making) to know the deal with them. �He�s not dead, but he will be soon. Come on.�

Lynx picked up his pace and pulled ahead of the other two, now dumbfounded, people. Zack turned to Bax and said, �How did he know that?�

Bax shrugged, �I not know. Come.�

Bax took off behind Lynx, jogging a bit to catch up with him. Zack followed him intently and they all encountered the fallen Prodigi around the same time.

�He was attacked. He fought back and lost. Miserably.�

Lynx bent down and looked at the sword. �We can�t remove it ourselves. We may do more damage than has already been done. Bax, will you take him?�

Bax knelt down and picked Prodigi up carefully. �Where did he make battle?�

�Not here, that�s for sure. Either he was dumped here or�I�m not sure.�

Zack looked at his two companions in distress, �This is the most either of you have talked all day! I can�t get a word in edgewise. Oh well, where to now?�

Lynx looked up towards Midgar. �We need to get him to an infirmary. Fast.�

As soon as it had been said, they were on their way and soon had Prodigi under the care of trained professionals (or so they said). Bax agreed to wait for him to come to while Zack and Lynx set out to search for work and a place to settle down for a while so they could regroup.

It was only a matter of time now.

OoC: Congratulations to Pyramid Head for his win. Carry on ;)

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Pyramid Head vs. Prodigi - Midgar