Sabretooth Vs. Deadshot [Fantasy Battle Tournament]
Stepping into the ring today is deadly killer from the Suicide Squad and the Secret Six versus the cold-blooded merciless mutant marauder. The fans have been polled. Their votes have been recorded. Let the battle begin.
Deadshot Vs. Sabretooth
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Darkness. Blinding suffocating darkness. Filling him with dark thoughts and evil intentions. Disturbing his uneasy sleep. Except, somehow, Deadshot knows that he’s not asleep. He was asleep earlier, but he’s definitely awake now. Lying on a cold, hard ground, but awake. Where is he and most importantly, how did he get here? Even more important is who he has to kill to get out. Slowly standing up, Deadshot is happy to find that he is completely dressed. His guns feel fully loaded as well.
“Well, whoever you are, you certainly don’t know who you’re dealing with. If you’re dumb enough to leave me armed, then I’ll be sure to thank your stupidity with a nice bullet to your head.” thinks Deadshot.
Suddenly, a strange and unfamiliar voice speaks in his head. “Defeat your enemy and you live. Lose, and you die. Refuse to fight and I’ll kill you both.”
“I don’t kill anyone for free. But in your case, I might make an exception.” yells Deadshot. First things first though, let’s remove some of this darkness. he thinks. Putting his mask on, Deadshot turns on his infra red visor.
His only response is a laugh and a sudden burst of light. Deadshot instantly unloads a few rounds in the direction of the light. When he doesn’t hear any screams or grunts of pain, he knows that he’s just wasted some bullets. Bullets that might end up being very precious. Slowly adjusting his vision, Deadshot peers out at his surroundings. What he sees is a bit surprising. He appears to be in the middle of a jungle. To be more precise, he seems to be on top of a ledge in a tree forty feet off the ground in the middle of a jungle.
“Nice view.” he thinks to himself. “Even better tactical position. Now let’s take a long look around and see what we can find.”
Using his infra red scope, Deadshot takes a long look across the span of jungle. What he discovers gives him some pause. Not only can he not see any heat signatures of people, but he cannot see any heat signatures at all. No animals. No birds. He doesn’t even hear the buzzing of a single insect. Something is definitely off here. Still, he doesn’t let that distract him. Settling into a sniper position, Deadshot decides to sit and wait. Patience usually is it’s own reward.
As luck would have it, he is right. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Deadshot finally sees some movement through his visor. A huge figure, the size of a very large man, is slowly creeping along the trees. He seems to be moving very cautiously and methodically. Deadshot admires his skill and would normally observe and study it. Today, however, he is very aware of how deadly his adversary is and decides not to take any chances. Taking very careful aim, Deadshot lines up his sights and prepares the kill shot. As the large figure slowly comes out from behind another tree, Deadshot fires. With surprising speed, the large figure moves, but not fast enough. Still, the silenced bullet flies at its target and scores a hit.
A howl of pain erupts in the forest, as the figure collapses to the ground. With a smile of satisfaction, Deadshot unloads a few more rounds into his grounded opponent, causing some more grunts of pain to be heard. After a few more twitches, the body lies still.
“That was easy enough.” says Deadshot. “So now what mystery voice?”
When he receives no response, Deadshot gets a little nervous. Peering back through his visor, Deadshot searches again for his fallen enemy but is dumbfounded when he can’t find any heat signature trace.
“No way he could have bled out so fast” thinks Deasdhot. “Where the hell did he go?”
Deadshot scans the surrounding jungle but cannot see any movement anywhere. Carefully, he contemplates his next move. Suddenly, a sharp pain tears through his body as a set of claws tears through his armor and rips open his back. Falling to his knees, filled with numbing pain, Deadshot barely feels both of his arms being broken. Dropping to the ground, he looks up into the face of his enemy.
“Not bad, boy!” growls Sabretooth. “You got the drop on me. Picked a position of high ground. Pumped a few rounds into me. Too bad you didn’t finish the job. After I figured out where the shots were coming from, backtracking to your sorry ass wasn’t too hard. Now you die. So take a few seconds and give me some last words so I can carve them on your tombstone.”
Gasping for breath, Deadshot cries out in defiance. “You p…….”
“I lied.” growls Sabretooth as he claws out Deadshot’s throat. “I don’t give a crap what your last words are. Your dead decomposing body lying out for everyone to see should be message enough for the next idiot stupid enough to try and capture me. You hear that, whoever you are? That’s your future!”
The only answer he receives is a laugh and darkness.
The Winner: Sabertooth
With a favorable 65% of the votes, Sabretooth is the winner and moves on to round two. Is that who you would have picked? Make your opinion heard. Please comment on this article. Don’t forget to keep voting for the next battles…
3 Comments
I feel weird rooting for Sabertooth, but: YES! Good work again Victor.
I love this story and wolverines story! All your stories are really good and stay true to the characters personality in my opinion. Deadpool’s story was hilarious! In my opinion the final battle would be wolverine vs sabretooth, no one can heal as good as them or is willing to kill as fast as they are. GREAT JOB! I will make sure to vote!
If only it was as simple as having the best actually win the tournament. Unfortunately, I don’t think that will happen. It’s a popularity contest really. As of right now, we’re looking at a Captain Amerrica/Batman finale. If a miracle happens, then it will be a Wolverine/Captain America finale. Either way, it should be nice. Thank you for the comment.