Two Idiots
Luc
Damn, that guy's cool. I'm gonna fight him.
Luc kept staring at the blue-haired guy slugging it out with the scorpion.
"HEY!" he yelled, making the other guy jump.
He whirled around and saw Luc, dodging a swipe by the scorpion at the same time.
"I'm busy!" he shouted back.
"FIGHT ME!" Luc roared, a massive grin over his face.
"WHAT!?!?"
He bounced down the rocks and rushed at his newfound opponent, tackling him around the waist with the force of a cannonball.
They spilled to the ground, skidding, tumbling over each other, both eventually coming up on their feet.
"WHAT'S YOUR DAMN PROBLEM!? YOU TRYNA STEAL MY KILL!?"
"NO!! YOU FIGHT ME!"
"FINE!"
They charged each other, fist whirling, slamming each other in the jaw, teeth and temples. Blood spattered across the ground as the two meatheads whaled on each other, and the injured scorpion skittered nervously.
It hadn't often faced a fierce fight in the underground due to its rock-hard shell and size but… it turned tail and ran into the dark.
Luc was having the time of his life. There was blood flying out from between his teeth, but he couldn't care less. The other guy was grinning too, eyes wide and crazy. He went for a full-power haymaker at blue-hair's jaw, but he dodged it and struck Luc in the chest.
He followed into the attack quickly, bashing him on the nose, neck, shoulder… Luc tanked it and planted a fist firmly in his opponent's gut.
All he did was grunt and skid back a single step, then went right back in.
He's tough as nails, fights beautifully… like flowing water.
Luc looked at the guy swinging wildly at his face, and thought:
Graceful.
Ordinary people would take one look at him and burst out laughing, calling him an idiot, or crazy, or both. How could this crude, blind whirling of fists be called "graceful" or "beautiful"? A beautiful fight should be between two top-tier martial artists, each with their amazing techniques.
That is why most ordinary people aren't fighters, and never will be.
He's tanking everything I throw at him and exploiting every gap in my offense to land a critical blow.
Blue-hair ducked under a punch, skidded round across the ground and landed a hooking kick with the tip of his foot to the back of Luc's knee, momentarily causing him to lose his balance. In a split second, his knuckles connected with Luc's temple.
He didn't stop. Throat, sinuses, jaw, temple. Luc overcame the stun quickly and headbutted the blue-hair in the nose, sending him staggering.
Ridiculous durability and stamina, overpowered speed and strength.
Luc's grin only stretched wider.
He's amazing.
He lunged again, blood trailing from his lips and nose.
A straight sailed through the air like a battering ram, veins bulging in his forearm.
Blue-hair's head moved an inch, letting his fist graze the side of his hair, and the counter came before Luc's arm had even finished extending.
Two fists smashed into his ribs, perfectly timed, and he took a large step back.
Panting briefly, the two sized each other up.
"Dude, what's your problem!?" Blue-hair demanded, spitting on the ground. "Come outta nowhere and start swingin'?"
"Don't tell me you ain't enjoying it, man," Luc smirked. "If you wipe that smile off your face first, maybe it'd be more convincing."
"Heh."
He was making a face that told Luc he was spot on.
"Less talking. I got plenty of fight left!!"
This time, Luc feinted high, swung low, then pivoted into a brutal hook that probably would've knocked someone's head right off their shoulders. Blue-hair blocked it with his forearms, but he'd misjudged Luc's momentum and he was knocked off balance, heels craping against the rock.
GOTCHA, BITCH!!!i
Luc drew back his arm, shoulder, waist and all, took a heavy step forwards, and drove his fist into the centre his opponent's face.
Blue-hair stumbled, blood pouring from his broken nose, but all look saw was the white-toothed grin and crazy eyes under the blood.
I fucking love that look! Reminds me of the old days. Never in a million years can I see that face on any of those other boring guys.
He was thinking about Elemental, Sword and the others, but he couldn't even remember what they even looked like.
To hell with all that shit! I'm enjoying every second of what's happening now!!
The two of them charged one another again, roaring at the top of their lungs, drops of flying from between their lips.
"AAAAAAAGGGGH-"
Their fists collided with each other's faces simultaneously; a loud boom reverberated across the rocks.
Usually, if you got hit by one of those punches, it would be an instantaneous end to your insignificant life.
But neither of them backed down.
Luc swung again, and his fist barely clipped blue-hair's cheek.
Skin split. Blood sprayed.
His eyes didn't waver once, and his next punch detonated Luc's jaw with the force of a shotgun blast.
Instead of crumpling like a tin can, he just laughed and grabbed blue-hair's shoulders, planting one knee in his gut, bursting the air from his lungs.
But even while getting folded, he attacked. He drove an elbow upwards into Luc's throat. He coughed and staggered back.
Blue-hair advanced.
Always advancing.
No flashy stance, no complicated guard.
Just fists up, chin tucked, eyes locked with Luc's.
...beautiful.
That was all Luc could think of as he hurled a flurry of punches and watched blue-hair weave through them in front of his eyes. He slipped one by instinct, another collided with his shoulder instead of his face, and the final one connected.
Full force into his mouth.
Fresh blood spattered across the rocks, mixing into the splats that were already drying.
His head snapped sideways, but he retaliated faster and buried his fist in Luc's liver.
This is nothing-!
But 009's body betrayed him at the last moment. The air went from his lungs, and sharp pain coursed through his throat. The strength left his leg for a split second and his knee dipped.
Oh. Shi-
There was a blur in the side of his vision, and blue-hair's foot collided directly with Luc's temple.
There was a loud bang.
The world spun, and Luc found himself collapsed on his back. His opponent pounced, and laid hell on him.
009 could barely see through the haze of blood and punches, but he rolled and kicked upwards, catching him in the chin.
Scrambling shakily to his feet, Luc panted heavily. He felt like his head was being squeezed and compressed from all sides, and his vision was blurring in and out.
This is a first since I got here. Not even that baseball bastard put me like this, haha..
...am I going to... lose?
No. Not yet. I still... I can still fight.
He swayed briefly on his feet.
Blue-hair raised an eyebrow.
"Finished?"
"...n... not nearly."
He clenched his teeth, smiled, sucked in a huge breath, and planted both feet into the ground, denting the rock under him.
"COME ON!!"
"HAHAHA! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!"
For the fortieth time, they charged one another.
Liver. Solar plexus. Temple. Nose. Sinuses. Jaw. Throat. Eyes.
They must've gone at it for at least five more minutes.
Luc's vision flashed white. The opponent didn't hesitate. He chained three more strikes in the half-second Luc's brain was lagged.
That did it.
009 had reached the end of his tether first, even if it was a mile long.
He tried to retaliate, but the swing was sluggish, like he was moving through a swamp.
"Shi..."
An uppercut from hell was driven into his jaw,
He lifted into the air, all 350 pounds of muscle going airborne.
He crashed heavily onto his back.
The other stood, swaying slightly, blood dripping down his arms and face, chest heaving.
The world was rotating slowly and zooming in and out of focus.
His body wouldn't move.
...haha. I lost.
Luc's face relaxed.
"It's... it's your... win..."
The winner limped over and stood over him. For a moment, Luc was ready to meet his maker, but then he just dropped down beside him with a grunt.
There was a simple silence.
"...you hit like a truck," Luc rasped. "Don't even have that much muscle."
"You fight like a muscle brained fool," blue-hair replied, chuckling softly.
Luc barked a laugh, but stopped because it hurt.
"Maybe cuz I am?"
"You're insane."
Luc grinned up at the cave ceiling.
"Yeah."
They fell quiet again.
"Hey Blue-hair."
"I have a name."
"I'm gonna black out."
"What, and just leave me here? You want me to babysit ya or something!? After we just beat each other to death!?!?!"
"See you for the rematch," Luc chuckled. "Lights out, blue hair."
His eyes began to close as his body shut down, unable to keep him awake any further. It was a miracle he was even speaking – he should've already died ten times over with the amount of damage he'd taken.
Blue-hair sighed. "At least give me something to write on some rock if ya don't wake up."
"...Luc."
"Skye."
He blacked out.
Luc and Skye lay there, bleeding, in companiable silence.
Somewhere in the dark, the scorpion was still running.
And that is how the two biggest idiots in the whole Facility met.