21 REASONS TO PHUCKING PHIGHT! // Phighting Fanfiction

Prologue // Phight

It was a colourful mess of blood and sweat. Not a single tear was left behind. Nothing but the bloody screams from each side. It was the toughest competition in history.

This skate park isn't just a place for teenagers to play tricks with their bikes, skateboards or rollerskates. It wasn't a safe place for children anyway. The concrete was shaken by the quake of the racket going on up there. What turned into a children's playground turned into an entire battlefield. Shattered blades were scattered on the grey concrete, and some had cracked the smooth texture of the ground. Some parts of the area were painted red. It was like it wasn't meant to be for teenagers after all.

Out emerged two figures. Lights dazed upon them as the shadows hid back to their homes. One figure seemed to have a luxurious yellow with party glasses. The other had a hood over them, with their eyes glowing through the shadows over his face. It was no one other than Valk and Dom.

"Phighters! Are. You. Ready?" Valk announced over the microphone. His tone of voice seemed excited. He was like the star of the show.

"For today's match, this would be Annihilate! Kill enemies to get the point!" Dom added on his megaphone.

The duo nodded at each other before looking over the area again. Out emerged the participating phighters. All of them had weapons. It ranged from swords to guns and rocket launchers. Some were excited, some were serious, and some insisted on ripping the opposing team's horns. The two teams were separated depending on the ribbon wrapped around their arm. Some wore blue ribbons. Some wore red. Both teams consisted of five eager members, ready to smash each other's skulls. They waited for Valk's response with anticipation. 

Valk smiled before putting his microphone close to his lips again.

"Ready?"

"Set..."

"PHIGHT!"

There was a burst of energy among both teams. They all gathered their plans before meeting in the middle. That is when the real match begins. 

Explosions, war cries and the shiny rustles screamed into the skate park in 5 seconds. Brutal fighting is in the radius of the centre of the battlefield. A phighter seemed to hide in the corner from the fight. Despite his muscular appearance, he doesn't appear to be ready to begin with. He was glued in the corner of the map, trying to adjust his fingerless gloves. His red ribbon was strictly wrapped around his arm as he sighed in frustration.

"Come on... Get on!" he muttered as he gritted his teeth.

Luck unfortunately left his side. He sensed the presence of a figure standing over him. He turned around, intimidated by the shadow casting over him. The phighter holding the battleaxe seemed to be marked with brutal cuts and bullet holes, but still stable enough to escape to the corner. Their blue ribbon clearly strapped around their arm as they lift their arm to finish his defenseless victim. The sword phighter clenched his eyes, knowing that this was his last breath...

BOOM

He opened his eyes again, seeing the battleaxe figure slumped to the side near him. He poked him as he was shocked to see the figure not moving an inch. He wondered into his mind on what god knows happened before he was snapped out of his thoughts by a familiar voice.

"You okay, dude?"

The sword phighter looks at the demon. They have a scout uniform appearance with an orange bandana strapped around his neck. He wore dark blue shades that hid his eyes with a giant exponential rocket launcher over his shoulders.

B. Zuka... Though nobody knows his first name, he was one of the most feared phighters throughout history. His deadly rocket launchers were enough to knock out a vicious and tanky beast. He carried out a confident smile, always being ready to blow things up. Zuka smiled at the sword phighter before offering a hand to him.

"Let's help you up," he said with pride, "after all, those points are not gonna earn themselves,"

The fight continued to carry out intensely, each side with almost close calls. Once a demon is defeated, they retreated back to home base before discharging back into the battlefield, fully loaded and recovered. Many blood shed into the battle of the tough concrete and the sound of explosion were deafening. 

The eager sword phighter looked at his watch, seeing the overview of the team score. It was 13 against 15, his team was losing. There was 30 seconds left of the match. He was afraid that his team wouldn't make it. He turned his head towards Zuka, who was busy blasting gullible melees from a distance.

"Hey, Zuka! We got to hurry up! We are going to loose!" he yelled, a hint of worry in his voice.

The explosion enthusiast laughed as a smile stretched across his face. He turned to see the opposing team was bunched at a single area. His plan was all working out.

"Don't worry, I had got this!"

He swung the nozzle of his rocket launcher into the air as he gazed upon his targets. He grinned as there is 10 seconds left in time. His phinisher was ready to be launched.

"It's show time!"

Massive rockets emerged from the nozzle as they fly into the air like rockets. Their fast movements plateau as their noses aim directly at the opposing crowd. Before they knew it, explosions were scattered among the small area. Not only the explosion covered a small portion of an area, but had 'killed' not one, not two but three members of the blue team.

The time has ran out as the phighters were interrupted by a loud horn. Valk and Dom emerged from the corners of the map. Dom raises his megaphone to his mouth, ready to announce the results.

"The victory goes to.... Red Team!"

The red team went wild. They crowded around each other as they gave high fives, fist bumps and hugs. The sword phighter looked at Zuka with gratitude in their eyes.

"I am glad to have you on our team! Without you we would've been toast," he chucked, giving Zuka a pat in the back, "I couldn't imagine you not participating in a match like this,"