Striker

Round One

A new challenger walks into the ring.

"Welcome challenger, what is your name?" A voice from nowhere and everywhere calls out to the girl who stood before the audience.

"Dany is my name and shredding is my game." The challenger replies. "And Who are you?"

"Dear challenger, I am your narrator. I will be here to guide you along on this journey of yours." The voice speaks, though there was no face to match, it had a masculine tone to it. "Now before we begin. Please choose your weapon." A light shines upon a table with a variety of weapons placed upon it. The challenger walks over to the table and gazed carefully upon the items. "You must choose wisely, for you cannot change your weapon afterwords."

"Alright." Dany's eyes scan each weapon before reaching her hand out towards a black electric guitar. "I choose this one." The girl holds up the guitar and the audience "ooh"'s.

"Wonderful choice. Now that you've selected your weapon. It's time to face your first opponent." A flash fills the scene, blinding everything and everyone in sight. As the light fades, the challenger finds herself alone in a desert like setting.

The sound of stampeding horses echoes in the distance, slowly growing in noise as a puff of smoke soon becomes visible in the distance. A man, shirtless, leads the stampede on his mighty steed. His skin, tan and has been kissed by the sun.

"Khal Drogo, chieftain of the Dothraki Khalasaar, and your first opponent has entered the ring. Do your best not to die and I'll see you in the next round." The narrator whispers as battle music sounds lowly in the background.

"Let's rock and roll!" The electric guitar exclaims excitedly, shocking the girl as it spoke. "Aye! I'm Striker! Ye don't know how happy I am that ye chose me!" The weapon screeches.

"Um. Okay." Dany looks at the approaching opponent nervously. "Let's see what you can do." She mumbles softly, slipping on the guitar strap and pressing down upon the strings on the neck of the guitar. "G chord!" She calls out, hitting the strings of the body hard as she strums, making sure to point the head of Striker towards Khal, who was about 10 feet away now.

A loud booming sound echoes as Striker lets out a squeal, a violet beam of light fires out of Striker's head and shoots towards Khal. At a foot in diameter and traveling at 35 m/s, the blast strikes the man and knocks him off of his horse.

Khal rises from the dust and wipes blood from his lip. Seeing the scarlet liquid ooze from the man's lip, the instrument turns white and faints.

"Oh no! Striker!" Dany picks up a sharp rock and uses Striker's strings as a sling shot before firing the rock. The projectile soars through the air before piercing the man's skull and caused him to fall backwards. Landing on the ground with a thud.