Lr stories part 1: Power royale

Chapter 12: Attack of the Living War Boar, Part 4

Announcer 1: "And the showdown continues, folks! William Dangerfield's about to make his move. Has he really cracked the code to Monkey Man's wild teleportation tricks? We're about to find out!"

Announcer 2: "This fight has taken an intense turn. William's strategy could be the key to victory, but execution is everything. The slightest mistake could cost him dearly."

The trees shook violently as the war boars crashed against their trunks, snarling and snapping their tusks. The beasts couldn't climb, but they had a primal hunger that made their assault relentless. William, Angelo, and Laurel clung to the branches, their muscles aching from the strain. But their focus was entirely on the unpredictable figure dancing through the treetops.

Nickolas, or Monkey Man as he called himself, grinned maniacally as he teleported from branch to branch, taunting them with every jump. He reveled in their frustration, knowing his ability kept him just out of their reach.

But William wasn't frustrated. Not anymore. He had seen through the chaos and found the flaw in Nickolas's power. It was time to end this.

"You think you're untouchable, huh?" William called out, his voice carrying over the roars of the war boars below. "But I've figured you out."

Nickolas paused mid-teleport, reappearing on a branch directly in front of William. "Oh yeah? What makes you so sure, metalhead?"

William smirked, his metal-clad fists gleaming in the moonlight. "You can't teleport through solid objects, can you? Every time you vanish, you're just moving around the obstacles, not through them. That's your limit."

Nickolas's grin faltered for a split second, but he quickly masked it with a laugh. "So what if I can't? You still can't catch me!"

"Wanna bet?" William's eyes narrowed as he summoned metal from the ground below. The debris from earlier began to rise, forming a swirling mass of sharp, jagged shards around Nickolas's position.

Nickolas tried to teleport again, but every time he reappeared, the metal shards closed in faster. William was herding him, forcing him into tighter and tighter spaces until there was nowhere left to run. The branches cracked under the weight of the metal, bending and creaking as William's trap took shape.

"You're running out of room, Monkey Man," William said, his voice cold and calculated. "Let's see you teleport out of this one."

With a final flick of his wrist, William snapped the metal shards into place, forming a tight cage around Nickolas. The metal wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso, pinning him to the tree. Nickolas struggled, his eyes wide with panic, but the metal held firm.

"No!" Nickolas screamed, his voice laced with desperation. "Let me go!"

William watched him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Sorry, Monkey Man. Game over."

He clenched his fists, and the metal cage began to tighten, crushing Nickolas's limbs. The madman screamed in agony, his voice echoing through the night as the metal constricted around him. Blood oozed from between the cracks in the metal, and Nickolas's struggles grew weaker with each passing second.

Laurel, who had been watching from a nearby branch, finally saw his chance. His eyes glowed with a fierce, red light as he focused on Nickolas's head.

"William, let go," Laurel said, his voice steady despite the tension.

William hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He released his hold on the metal, and as soon as he did, Laurel unleashed his laser vision. The bright, scorching beams sliced through the night, striking Nickolas squarely between the eyes.

Nickolas's body went limp as the lasers burned through his skull, leaving nothing but a smoking hole where his face had been. His body slumped in the metal cage, lifeless.

Announcer 1: "Oh! That's it! William and Laurel with the perfect combo! Nickolas, aka Monkey Man, is out of the game for good!"

Announcer 2: "An impressive display of teamwork and strategy. William's quick thinking and Laurel's precision have earned them a hard-fought victory. But with 86 competitors still out there, they can't rest just yet."

As the chapter drew to a close, William and Angelo carefully lowered themselves from the tree. The war boars, sensing the death of Nickolas, began to scatter, their hive mind broken. For now, the immediate danger had passed, but they knew more challenges lay ahead.

Laurel's laser vision dimmed, and he wiped sweat from his brow. "We did it."

"Yeah," William said, his voice quieter now. "But this isn't over. Not by a long shot."

They stood in silence for a moment, catching their breath and taking in the gravity of what they had just survived. The Power Royale was far from finished, and the stakes were only getting higher.

To be continued...