The arena is set. Under the dim glow of the flickering floodlights, a feral anticipation grows among the onlookers. They’re here to see carnage, and tonight, the spotlight falls on two contenders: Runes and Asgore Dreemurr. The tension is palpable as combat-ready adrenaline saturates the air. Runes, equipped with his heavy future LMG clutched in one hand, steps onto the battlefield with a confidence that sends chills down the spines of those around him. His katana rests against his hip, its metallic sheen catching the light, while the jet boosters on his mech armor hum softly, eager to propel him into the fray. With a smirk, he presses his foot down on a barely noticeable pressure pad, a mechanical whir enveloping him as the armor envelops his form, enhancing his physicality and resilience. “Come at me, goat boy!” he sneers, brandishing his weapons with a show of bravado. On the other side, Asgore steps into the thriller-filled environment, a stark contrast with his imposing figure wrapped in regal armor. His golden hair cascades down his shoulders while the purple cape billows softly behind him. He grips the long, red trident, adorned with a delicate flower, with a mix of elegance and latent ferocity. “No need for anger, my friend. Violence is not the answer,” he calls out, his voice steady yet tinged with an underlying seriousness. The crowd roars, hungry for blood. ACT 1: Runes coasts forward, jabbing with his LMG, sending a barrage of bullets tearing across the ground towards the goat monster. “Eat this!” he bellows, laughter threading through his words. ACT 2: Asgore, unfazed by the onslaught, raises his trident, channeling fire magic that spirals around it. With a swift flick, he conjures a wall of flames that intercepts the bullets mid-flight, scorching them to molten bits. “You think mere steel can overcome magic?” he retorts, eyes fierce and unyielding. ACT 3: With a growl of frustration, Runes activates his jet boosters, launching himself into the air. “Let’s see you catch me now!” He arcs through the air, aiming to land right behind Asgore. ACT 4: But Asgore anticipates this! He pivots just in time, reigning down a wildfire blast as Runes descends. Runes crashes to the ground but rolls out of the flames with a gritted teeth snarl, charred edges to his mech armor, just a few inches from being singed to his flesh. ACT 5: “You bring fire, I’ll bring steel!” Runes roars, launching his katana forward in a swift, arching motion, seeking to skewer Asgore. ACT 6: Asgore skillfully deflects the blade with the shaft of his trident, a loud clanking echoing through the arena. “Not surprised you favor sharp things, it fits your style,” he quips, his mood light despite the peril. ACT 7: Angry now, Runes fires the small shotgun blaster mounted on his wrist. The spread of bullets sends fragments flying everywhere, spattering the arena with layers of crimson. ACT 8: The blast connects along Asgore’s shoulder and side, tearing through his armor, drawing deep welts and inciting a growl of pain from the creature, but he grits his teeth, refusing to yield. “So that’s how you want to play, huh?” ACT 9: With a surge of fury, Asgore snaps back, thrusting his trident forward, a bolt of fiery magic spanning the gap. It explodes in a radiant plume as it connects with Runes’ chest plate, sending him flying back. ACT 10: Landing hard, Runes gasps, stunned, but resilience wells within him. “I won’t go down just yet!” He scrambles to his feet, armor crackled and smoldering. ACT 11: Runes activates his wrist blades, arms outstretched and ready for close combat. “Come on, get closer, I dare you!” ACT 12: Asgore, battered but not broken, narrows his eyes and charges forward, dodging a slash while aiming to plunge his trident deep into Runes side, unleashing another bolt of fire that darts from the weapon. ACT 13: Runes falters, the burning pain consuming him as the trident pierces through his mech armor and lodges into his flesh. The world around him fades, and with a pained roar, he collapses, blood pooling beneath him. Winner: Asgore Dreemurr It was a clash of magic versus technology, but Asgore’s unwavering resilience and mastery of fire magic granted him the upper hand. While Runes put up a fierce fight with his mechanized advancements, Asgore’s tactical prowess and ability to channel potent magic turned the battle in his favor. Runes’ anger clouded his judgment, leading him to overreach when he should’ve played it smart. In the end, it was Asgore’s unwavering spirit and sharp instincts that sealed Runes’ fate – a brutal but deserved victory.