An explosion of ink splatters across the dunes. Static slowly starts to dissipate off of the ink, the voltage slowly coming down. A different expression entirely is seen on Blake. His eyes filled with an erratic green. A wide maniacal grin forms across his face, pupils shaking violently.
"Don't go easy on me now." His voice fills with a sharp arrogance looking down on the enemy in front of him. Curling each individual finger, he cracks each digit with a loud crack.
"You better give me everything you have! So when I win, you can't say shit." His green eyes stare at him with hunger, desire for victory spreading into a chilling grin.
"So confident for someone with no power, I haven't heard of contestants like you." The man says raising his goggles looking at Blake with disbelief. Putting his index and thumb into his mouth, letting out a loud whistle.
"Save the talk and FIGHT!" Blake's voice comes out with a different cadence of clear fury and adrenaline.
His boots immediately begin to hum to a higher frequency. Green sears its way out of the transparent highlights in his boots. Sand blasts by him, dashing forward with as much speed as possible.
'I need to go faster than this, Faster.' A whisper escapes him, urging, commanding his body to go even faster. a crackle of static dances on the metal of his boots before disappearing in the same motion.
[Power supplement has been activated]
[10/50 Energy]
'IT'S USING THE SYSTEM!?' Astonishment buds alongside horrific amounts of blooming stress in Blakes mind, the foreign presence shatters all his expectations.
'If it amps them anymore it will really put an immense strain on the keepups.' Blakes inner voice rings out against the imbalance of his mental world.
"This will have to do, for now." The foreign presence's thoughts crash against Blakes like a gigantic wave. Disorientation forms from their shared presence pinging off each other in an odd dissonance.
In the same moment ink black claws clutch at the mans shoulders hauling him into the air, ascending rapidly in the sky. Piercing through the skies, gaining a rapid amount of altitude, the man calls out.
"I think it's only fair i tell you the name of the one who will take you out" He calls out, climbing up from the talons onto the back, clutching onto the black feathers of his vulture.
"Simon!" He shouts out with a lungful, the two figures in the sky start to blend together with an immense rotational momentum. Drilling through the clear horizon of the desert. Wind and sand coalesce around the build up of force.
"Predictable. You're wide open" The arrogance becomes more and more prominent in Blake. The budding ego beginning to sift through the memories of the body he's using, getting a better grip on how to operate it.
"Not bad." The prosthetic dances to life as the unrelenting surge of energy finds its way through every corner of his body. Immediately the muscles in his legs burn being pushed father than their used to.
"Come on, I know we can take more than this!" The alien voice leaks out of shifting Blakes own voice in the process. Sending a fist into his quad muscle trying to fight off the cramp.
A drill of two figures comes coiling down through the sky honing directly at Blake.
"Here fishy, fishy". He says, cockiness spreads throughout his mind with a wide smile.
On que the drilling spin in the sky starts to come crashing down on Blake. A dust tornado nearly formed from their momentum.
Crashing through the sky Simon extends his fists going to slam down with all his built up energy. The vulture follows behind waiting for its moment.
"You do the same thing over and over again". The presence inside him says, sidestepping the strike entirely. A clear image of Pyre forms in Blake's mind over the movements his body just displayed.
"Did it just copy Pyre"? He asks, shock and awe charging through his mind from the continuous revelations.
Like clockwork the vulture's screams rip through the air. Claws bared for its prey. A wide crazed smile from Blake reflects in Simon's goggles, sending shivers down his spine.
Forcing the body beyond its usual limits, muscles contract and strain as Immense speed is generated sending sand flying throughout the dunes. Challenging the vulture head on. The prosthetic grips the beak of the vulture.
Slamming its head straight into the ground. A loud screech exits the hand of his prosthetic. Waves of sound crash into the vulture ripping it apart into a puddle of ink. Another set of burns coil up Simon's legs, his skin starts to peel and bubble.
"I'm tired." The voice lets out an exhausted sigh ringing throughout Blakes mind. The surging energy finally comes to a close.
"Win" Exhausted, the alien-like part of Blake falls into a slumber in the corners of his mind.
The porthole of Blake's vision into the real world rapidly expands. As the world unfold before him he feels a push as his mind slips back into place.
All the detachment fades away, the presence that took hold vanishing in the same feeling. Leaving all the agony of the battle behind with Blake.
"ARRRRR!" Blake groans out in confusion, his mental state making it impossible to grasp the current situation. His shirt becomes a mop, soaking up an unhealthy amount of blood staining it red. The current situation looms over him, sand starting to cake up mixing with the blood drenching his whole body.
Regaining his breath, Simon immediately moves to pounce, taking his opportunity. The spider from before scurries its way through the sand, keeping under the surface.
A blip in Blake's mind emerges briefly, the trail of the spider coming into view. Stopping any surprise attack he stomps his foot down through the pain. The ink splatters out. Painting his boots black.
"Enough of that you've done enough damage to me with those annoying things!" Blake says, spitting out a wad of blood into the sand.
Burns snakes up Simon's torso now. His breathing becoming more labored in the process. With what little time he has left he lunges forward.
"I will win no matter what you pull out. I refuse to let my family be deemed useless!" Simon yells out from the bottom of his lungs, Closing the distance as best he can he throws a desperate last punch.
Meeting his punch with his own. Their fists clash together until a crack snaps through Simon's wrist as the prosthetic pushes its way through his flesh, breaking through his defense colliding right into Simons inner jaw.
A dark expression forms on his face, his last ditch effort failing after everything he went through all he can feel is regret, his eyes slowly drift rolling back falling into unconsciousness.
Before Blake can pass out from his own injuries he forces his mouth to move. "I promise, I promise I will change this planet". Blake promises pressing the tip of his thumb into his chest before slipping into unconsciousness but still standing tall on his feet.
"Your point stands strong Pyre. You deserve credit for this one. But let's see how far he can go before I praise him." Old fingers intricately weave themselves together watching Blake closely.