All weapons were raised ready to strike but everyone knew better than to attack first leaving them in a stalemate. The tall slender demon from before lowers his weapon and steps forward before speaking in a calm collected tone
"As you all know demon negotiations are done via combat and as we're in your territory and we asked for the negotiations you get 3 extra rules you are allowed to add to the fight and as usual the winners of the fight gets to choose the contract. What are your rules?"
"Well Lucifer I'm glad you asked even though your pity gets boring I thank you prideful display at the fought of you guys winning. Our rules shall be as follow. Rule 1: it shall be done in 1v1's where the other team doesn't know who the other team is sending to make it equal. Rule 2: no lethal attacks we can't afford to loose anyone in these times. Rule 3: we get Mammon to equal the sides." Robotica replies with a smirk as he looks up at Lucifer.
"Let it be then. Lead us to your arena." Lucifer says and everyone lowers their weapons and walks to an area resemling a colluseum.
As the 12 participants enter Marrow steps infront of them all and relays the rules. Which go as follows:
1) no killing
2) all fighters are kept secret until they enter the arena
3) only one weapon and if that weapon breaks then you are at a loss
4) if you fall unconscious you are at a loss
5) no interference
And with that the teams split up to figure out who fights first.
The sanctuary team consists of Marrow, Robotica, Toon, Titana, Frankenstine, and Mammon. The team enters a debate on who to send in first.
"I say we keep Toon for the last match so we have a guaranteed win last." Robotica says as he looks around the team.
"Their gonna open weak so send in someone who can defeat either Belphagor or Leviathan." Mammon says inquisitively.
"Alright Frankenstine you're up first and if you loose this I will shove c4 up your pets ass and blow it up." Robotica says with a serious glare in Frankenstine's direction. Frankenstine doesn't reply and goes to grab a weapon.
"Oi Franky a control collar counts as a weapon." Marrow says with a malicious grin as he throws Frankenstine a controller and nods towards a large cage embedded in shadows.
After 10 minutes of planning everyone stands in their designated viewing areas where they can only see the match and not the opposing team. Just before the match starts a civilian enters with a microphone and announces in a booming voice that echoes across the entire arena
"Hello everyone and today we have 6 1v1's for demon negotiations. Here in the first match we have Frankenstine who's chosen their weapon to be a control collar used to control one of their creations that once destroyed an entire crime syndicate in one night known as The Destructor. And on the Demon team we have the General of hell and Leader of the sin's Lucifer."
As the announcer says this both the tall slender demon and Frankenstine who's riding on the back of a slunched, hulking, monstrous being with a collar around his neck and seemingly stabbing into his neck.
"Marrow we are so fucked." Mammon says as he looks down in pure shock.
"This is insane why would he go out first its would ruin his reputation and harm his pride." Marrow says in a quick panicked tone clearly fearful of the upcoming fight.
"Did you say harm his pride? That would destroy him." Mammon says and everyone on the sanctuary team realises.
Down in the arena Frankenstine is calmly sat atop the Destructors slunched back.
"Guess I'm lucky we can't kill right Lucy" she says whilst sliding off her beasts back with practiced ease.
"It ruins all of my fun doesn't it." He replies with his signature blank expression.
To everyone's suprise the first to strike wasn't Lucifer but the Destructor who lunges forward grabbing his leg and launching them at the arena wall causing a large chunk of rubble to fall off burying them.
"And now for the big reveal." Frankenstine announces with an ear to ear grin. After she announces this a large clawed hand shoots out of the rubble followed by an hourglass figured woman with massive clawed hands and feet that stand on her tiptoes like a ballerina.
"YOU DOLLAR STORE WHORE. HOW DARE YOU USE YOUR BIG DICK DADDY TO THROW ME THROUGH A WALL." The girl screeches.
"IN A SHOCKING CHANGE OF EVENTS IT TURNS OUT THAT THE SINS ACTUALLY OPENED WITH THE ENVIOUS BEAST LEVIATHAN. HOW WILL FRANKENSTINE COUNTER." The announcer bellows with glee.
"Great to see you Levy. How's copycat treating you?" Frankenstine says smugly causing Levy to lunge at her.
"Shut up you sick bitch I'll kill you"
Levy goes in to slice Frankenstines face into three but gets stopped at the last second as the Destructor bellyflops on her leaving Frankenstine with just a small slice on her cheek.
"You're so strong, i want it. I want it. I WANT IT." Levy screeches as her claws shrink and her body starts to bulge. Her skin rots and her back slunches as she transforms into a perfect copy of the Destructor throwing him off of her with ease. In that moment Frankenstine panics as she see's the two as indistinguishable now their locked in a duel of hand to hand.
Both Destructors are perfectly combating each other to the point where their movements blend to be mirrored even though no hits are landing. During this Frankenstine starts analysing the fight to find and chance of winning against them but all she can tell is their the exact same from the skin to the clothes to the control collar. And in that moment she realise what she needs to do.
"COLLAR CONSCIOUSNESS LOSS ZAP" she shouts hoping it will do something anything and for a solid minute nothing happens. Just as she gives up a sudden shot of lightning flies up from the ground due to the combined power and both Destructors fall to the floor with one reverting back to Levy.
"IN A SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS LEVIATHAN SPELLED HER OWN DOOM BY GETTING TOO ENVIOUS. THE WINNER IS FRANKENSTINE. MAKING THE SCORES 1:0 TO THE SANCTUARY TEAM."
The announcer bellows with joy following a massive celebration by the entire sanctuary team as they grab Frankenstine from the arena and gleefully carry her back to their armoury.