Mikey vs August, Part 3

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"Holy crap did I kill him?!" Mikey cries. "Does that mean I'm disqualified?! That's not my fault, he didn't defend! He would have lived if he used Cursed Power Barrier!"

Mikey's cries are interrupted when he hears a smug voice from behind him say: "Hello." Mikey attempts to turn and look over his shoulder to face the voice, but before Mikey cna even flinch, a pair of hands shoot out, wrapping around Mikey's neck, and prohibiting him from breathing. The fingers of the hands benign bubbling with red Cursed Power, squeezing tightly.

Slowly, Mikey strains his eyes and looks behind him, seeing a clone of August slowly begin to form out of one of August's many mounds of flesh scattered about the arena.

"How…" Mikey slowly manages to croak out, in between getting the breath squeezed out of him.

"Did you really think that my flesh mounds can be used only once?" August laughs. "Multiple clones can form from then, unless obliterated completely!"

"But how…are you behind me?" Mikey croaks. "I saw…my flames roast you to a crisp?"

"Oh, yeah…that," August replies. "Though it's a bit uncomfortable and jarring, if I focus all of my Cursed Power into one of my clones, that clone will receive my consciousness, becoming my main body. Right now, I'm…the fourth August, or so. Fifth after that impressive fire attack of your," August explains. "I'M IMMORTAL, YOU SEE! I'M AS PERFECT OF A BEING THAT YOU'LL EVER COME ACROSS!"

"Immortal my ass!" Mikey roars. Mikey latches his hands onto August's arms and holds on tight, flipping August over his shoulder and slamming him onto the ground, in a rush of flames. "I STILL KILLED THE PREVIOUS YOU, DIDN'T I?! WHO'S TO SAY I CAN'T DO IT AGAIN?!"

With a grunt, August pushes himself to his feet, wiping the blood off of his face, and turning to face Mikey. "No, not when I do this," August replies with a smirk.

August's veins begin to glow red as orange lines outline August's eyes. The whites of August's eyes turn black, and his eyes turn gold with white pupils. Two more muscular arms and legs sprout out of August's body on each side. A second pair of eyes open up under August's first set. August fixes his four golden eyes on Mikey.

"Red Demon."

Mikey's eyes widen. "This…looks like that demon power that Luis used against his stalker!" He exclaims.

A burst of Cursed Power then rushes out of August. Once so powerful and potent and laced with bloodlust that it pushes Mikey back. "Damn…his Cursed Power is so strong!" Mikey grunts.

August then stomps his way towards Mikey, trampling and cracking the ground with his six legs as he moves. Where August sacrificed speed in his Red Demon mode, he more than made up for it with strength. 

"Exploding Flame Bullets: Flamethrower!" Mikey shouts as he aims both hands towards August, releasing a rush of flames which envelops his entire demonic body. But with a wave of his six arms, August knocks MIkey's flames away, and continues stomping towards Mikey.

Once in front of Mikey, before the boy cna get away, August wraps his six arms around Mikey and shouts: "Flesh Clones: Cursed Death Supplex," and slams Mikey into the ground. MIkey grunts in pain, as even more blood explodes from his body.

"Flesh Clones: Transfiguration!" August shouts as he leans back on his two rear legs, bringing his four front legs up, and slamming them into Mikey with a powerful quadruple snap-kick, all reinforced with red Cursed Power, which sends Mikey flying backwards and tumbling to the ground.

"So this is the power…of a half demon," Mikey grunts as he pushes himself to his feet. "Just how strong is the damn demon [Luis] then…?"

"Flesh Clones-" August begins to say as he extends all six arms to his side. One by one, mounds of flesh begin bubbling out of August's arms then splatting against the ground, molding itself into a clone of August, perfectly resembling his Red Demon form. Austin keeps going until he created ten…thirty…fifty clones!

"Endless Stampede!" August shouts as his fifty half demon clones all rush Mikey, who jumps backwards in response.

"I'LL BURN YOU ALL TO HELL!" Mikey roars as he brings his palms together, a fireball charging in between them. The fireball grows hotter and larger, brighter and larger, as hot and as bright as the sun itself. "Crimson Coat…" Mikey begins to growl as his fireball grows even larger, until it stands three and a half feet in diameter, resting between his hands.

"STAR-CORE CANNON!"

Mikey thrusts his palms forwards, sending his grand fireball streaking through the air towards August's stampede of clones, like a phoenix.

Mikey's Star-Core Cannon explodes into the clones in a grand explosion of fire and red Cursed Power, an explosion even grander than Mikey's Star-Core Cannon in the previous round.

The entire arena goes up in flames. Mikey's multitude of flame attacks and August's powerful clone attacks have obliterated the arena, leaving giant holes in the floor and the walls.

***

"Everyone, evacuate!" The announcer cries, as the audience begins screaming and rushing out of the arena, desperate to get away from Mikey's flames. Some Pro Slayers evacuate that audience, while others attempt to put out the flames.

"Chairman, we need to end this fight!" The Slayers in the skybox plead to the Chairman, who simply brings a hand up, shushing them immediately.

"Let the fight continue," the Chairman orders.

"But sir, it's dan-" another Slayer begins to say, but the Chairman cuts them off.

"I'm interested in Slayer Kaen, our little Pyromaniac friend. As well as August," the Chairman says, a gleeful smirk spreading across his face.

***

Much to Mikey's surprise, most of August's clones are able to bypass his Star-Core Cannon, and continue charging towards Mikey.

Mikey takes a step backwards, staring down August's clones, and panting heavily. Cracks begin to form in Mikey's magma-plated armor, and his hand stinging from the heat of his flames. "I've already kept my Crimson Coat on longer than I should have, my flames are starting to hurt," Mikey pants.

August's clones continue chagrin towards Mikey, and as they do, they begin to step next to each other, molding back into mounds of flesh except for one, which keeps its demonic human form, merging together with the flesh mounds and growing beefier, especially its three right fist, which expand due to the amount of flesh begin added to its body. August's clone's giant fleshy fist begins bubbling with red Cursed Power.

"This…will be my final attack…" Mikey grunts as his right fist ignites on fire. As August's clone charges Mikey, Mikey takes a step forwards, chambering his right fist.

"EXPLODING FLAME BULLETS: METEOR FIST!"

 Mikey's flaming fist slams into August's clone's giant fist, in a grand explosion of fire and red Cursed Power, the two attacks struggling for dominance.

"You can't win! I'll beat you and I'll be the one to face Luis! And then…I'll win this tournament!" August cackles, and slowly, Mikey feels himself being overpowered and pushed backwards.

"I…I can't lose now…" Mikey grunts, struggling against August's fist. "NOT UNTIL I FACE THAT DAMN DEMON IN THE SEMI-FINALS!"

With a roar, Mikey's flames grow hotter and hotter, until they turn pitch black, as black as the night.

August's eyes widen at the display. "These…flames…!" He says to himself.

And now…Mikey is the one to push August back.

"No…" Austin whimpers. "I CAN'T LOSE HERE! I NEED TO SHOW MOTHER THAT I WAS WORTH CREATING!"

With a roar, August's Cursed Power explodes outwards, knocking Mikey back with a red Cursed Power Burst.

"Shit, I'm…out of Cursed Power…" Mikey softly says as his Crimson Coat armor cracks off of his body, as Mikey's eyes slowly flutter closed.

And thus…Mikey was defeated.

***

The second that my fight with Ralph ended and I was escorted to the arena, I rushed over to Mikey's fight. Nick had told me that he checked in for a bit, and it looked like Mikey was losing. Don't know what I plan to do when I get to Monkey. It's not like I can go aid Mikey in his fight. It's just…I don't want to see him lose.

When I finally get to Mikey's fight, I can't believe my eyes. The entire arena is… obliterated. Holes and craters litter the floors and walls of the arena, even the beaches, which have been completely evacuated. Pro Slayers run about, desperate to put out the flames enveloping the entire arena, surly caused by Mikey. The entire area is soaked in blood, too. And there's a giant crater in the wall on August's side, as if it had just vanished out of mid air.

"Mikey…you did all of this?"

Eventually, I spot Mikey limping out of the arena, and I rush over to his side. "Mikey, I-" I begin to say, but he cuts me off.

"Shut up."

"I'm sorry that you-" I continue, but I'm cut off again.

"Shut up!"

"I can get revenge for-"

"SHUT UP!" Mikey roars, and when I look into his eyes, I see pure anger. Not just directed at August, but also…at me.