The muted smell of decay
permeates the air. The undead scour the
area and hear whimsical banter between two alleged combatants. Black Lantern Yoda and Dracula trudge through
the murky waters beneath their feet and peak from the mossy cypress trees
camouflaging their whereabouts. Their
prey has been located as they focus on both Yoda and the Phantom Stranger. The diminutive Jedi and paranormal warrior
face each other as they play a heated game of “Rock, Paper, Scissors.” Although unknown as to actually how Yoda is rendering
his effects on the Stranger, the wizened creature uses his Jedi mind tricks to
push the Phantom Stranger to repeatedly throw “Rock” which Yoda easily beats
every time by throwing “Paper.”
“Yaaahhh. I vant to kill dem! Ah-ha-ha-ha,” responds Dracula.
“The
Count, you are?” asks BL Yoda.
Dracula
scoffs at the rebuke and focuses upon his enemy again. The two Horsemen know they are at the
Graveyard’s precipice as they each are down to their last death in the league. Destroying the mighty Yoda and Phantom
Stranger in the Universe Bowl would be a gloriously historic way to finish
their lives and “go out.” BL Yoda and
Dracula rush the two Highness teammates and act quick enough to take the Phantom
Stranger by surprise. BL Yoda uses the Force
to push and subsequently hold the Stranger to the spongy ground. Dracula springs into action as
his instincts arouse him to immediately focus on the Stranger’s neck. Time passes in less than a blink of an eye as
Dracula is upon the Stranger and he immediately begins to feast.
As
the vampire king dines upon the blood spewing forth from the Stranger’s collar,
BL Yoda barely has enough time to react and block a retaliatory lightsaber
strike from Yoda. The two incarnations
of the Jedi Master are locked in a fantastic dual. Each copy anticipates the moves from the
other with excellent precision. Trees
and foliage bend and singe as the duo bounce, spin and wield their lightsabers.
Dracula
slowly raises his head above the newly deceased as he has finished his snack. He immediately moves in to assist his
teammate, but suddenly hesitates. The
two Yodas move so quickly that the aged vampire cannot tell which Yoda is his
friend and which his foe. He decides to
wait for a better opportunity to make his decisive move.
BL
Yoda jumps back from the skirmish and throws a blackened ball of energy at the living
Yoda. Yoda quickly drops his lightsaber
and twists in the air, showing his agility as he uses both hands to block the scorching
energy being pushed at him. As Yoda
lands on the marshy floor, he stands firm as the energy pulsates between the
two, rendering colors ranging from the entire spectrum. The harder BL Yoda pushes, the harder living
Yoda resists. The strain becomes evident
on the faces of the duo and they slowly slog toward one another. The ball of energy between the two grows
larger as the two come closer. The two
Yodas are only a few feet apart as the glowing aura becomes almost overwhelming.
Dracula
knows he needs to intervene, but the spurning light between the two now plays
tricks on his eyes as he is still unsure of which Yoda is his brethren. The undead prince strains to look for the
ring on one of their hands, but the ball of energy prevents him from doing so. A glimmer of a smile rises to his lips as he
thinks of an idea that he knows only the living Yoda will respond to.
“Looook! It's George Washington!” Dracula yells.
Dracula’s
plan seems to work as he notices a slight reaction from one of the Yodas who
desperately wants to look at his former leader.
Dracula immediately rushes at his enemy and sinks his sharpened fangs
deep into Yoda’s neck. The shock
experienced by the living Yoda at Dracula’s attack breaks the resistance he has
over the energy. The amplitude of the
explosion throws BL Yoda across the swamp, while consuming both Yoda as well as
Dracula, who has made a selfless sacrifice in order to defeat his enemy. Dracula has sent himself to the Graveyard to
take down the powerful Yoda. BL Yoda recovers
and stares at the decimation caused by the blast.
BL
Yoda quietly mumbles, “Remembered, my comrade, you will be. You will be. . .”
3 comments:
Oh holy crap. That's one way to start this Universe Bowl!!
A bloodbath this match will be.
Nice work!! So many powerhouses dead already.
My little green bud?!? NOOOOO!!! On like neckbone, it is!!!
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