Venekings - Revenge of the Fetus Engineer

Venekings - Chapter 27: THE Fight

And so it came to pass that a few months after the hottest couple in Petare returned from their fateful trip to the plains that they had the biggest fight in all of their history together. Histories past and future all included.

"NO!".- exclaimed the Warlock almost categorically. Almost truly mad.

"Why not? it would be the only way. Is the only secret that we keep from each other.".- replied the curious Synthezoid.

"For good reason. Also not the kind of question I need answered."

"So, you're basically saying that all that matters is what you want?"

"No, when I want one thing and you want another we take a... how was it that Exodius called it... A learning tie!"

"Are you going to look me in the eye and honestly tell me you're the only person in this land who likes learning ties?"

"I... you know what? you wanna fight, let's fight. Short of death, no limits. Is that what you want?"

"You can always read my mind. Location?"

"Where else. Sewers below the Amphibian. Time"

"When else. At sunset tomorrow. See you then. My Darling"

"You're leaving?... Bad idea."

"I need prep time"

"Me with prep time? much more dangerous than both without it. I could use some distraction and debuffing..."

"See you tomorrow"

And with that the synthezoid left. And both partners alone began to prepare for the ultimate showdown. Both equally prepared. Both equally cognizant of what the other was capable of... This would come down to improvisation. And so, both decided to simple rest, relax and enjoy a good night sleep.

The next day, sunset came quickly, almost as if the land itself could lie in wait no longer. And when the sun touched the edge of Petare's mountain range both creatures found themselves standing face to face amidst the clean but claustrophobic sewers.

"Round 1 ends with a tie then?"

"I thought I had you"

"A Petarean sunset is the only sunset I know dear. Play your cards right and we can be down by the beach watching the real one in less than a quarting hour."

"Ding-ding!"

And round 2 officially began.

The warlock wasted no time and as the synthezoid jumped at his throat, knives out. A thick blanket of dark metallic fabric came flying from his chair and enveloped her whole. If any bystander had taken a look at the scene, they'd have sworn that a madman in a wheelchair was fighting a disembodied shadow.

As soon as normal vision abandoned her and knives found nothing but an empty chair, Ami turned on her alternate vision modes. First was the infrared vision and a glimpse of a heat trail momentarily gave her a goal. But soon enough the fabric had heated well beyond Ebrain's body temperature. Making him and his trail completely invisible. A birght red screen the only sight she saw. Still she ran behind the trail avoiding crashing into the manhole stairs to the north of the tunnel.

Ecolocation and the sound of metallic fabric scraping against the metal piping gave her an idea of where Ebrain was escaping towards. But no sooner had she turned left at the nearby Y, the toasty environmental suit in which she was forcibly swathed began playing loud music. And not just any loud music. Dorito's fucking gorgoritos. The 3 year old version. The one that gave Ami horrible headaches. The Warlock was neither playing, nor around.