Setting: The Pit The moon hangs high, casting an eerie glow over the narrow bridge that stretches precariously above the chasm. The air is thick with tension, and the dark expanse below echoes with the whispers of countless lost souls. Obsidian stands resolute on one end, his black diamond armor glistening in the moonlight, while Necro-Nomikon lurks at the opposite side, the shadows swirling around him like a living cloak. Obsidian: (eyes flashing with determination) "You step into my realm, Necro. Your darkness can’t consume what it cannot touch. Let’s see if your demonic arts hold any weight against true mastery." Necro-Nomikon: (grinning wickedly) "Mastery? Or mere illusions of power? I thrive in chaos, Obsidian. Your black diamonds will shatter just like all the rest." With a sudden movement, Obsidian channels the Black Diamond, summoning shards of indestructible obsidian around him like a storm. The air crackles with energy as he prepares to unleash his Obsidian Static. Obsidian: "Prepare to be silenced!" The shards dart forward, slicing the air in a deadly arc. But Necro-Nomikon counters with a gesture, summoning a wall of dark energy from the Nightmare Realm. The obsidian shards smash against it, creating a shower of dark sparks. Necro-Nomikon: "Nice try, but I’m not just some enemy to be overwhelmed!" (he chants as dark tendrils swirl and lash out) Obsidian feels the tension as the dark energy lashes at him, striking with brutal force. He staggers back, blood dripping from a gash on his arm, a reminder of the fight's brutality. Obsidian: (clenching his teeth) "You’re good—but not good enough!" (he focuses, activating Obsidian Static You bioelectrical surge radiates from him, crackling and creating a barrier that slows Necro’s advances. The demon winces, feeling his powers weaken. Necro-Nomikon: (gritting his teeth) "What have you done?!" Obsidian: "You taste of your own medicine. You think you can take my abilities for granted?" With his energy hindered, Necro-Nomikon digs deep, tapping into his Soul Sacrifice ability. He reaches into the abyss of darkness, calling forth fragments of lost souls, rallying them to empower him. Necro-Nomikon: "You’ve judged me too quickly, diamond fool! I will show you the true power of the Abyss!" The ground trembles as souls of defeated foes rise, swirling around him, amplifying his strength. Necro charges forward, his speed unexpected as he plunges toward Obsidian with a dark blade in hand. Obsidian: (calculating) “You won’t touch me!” (he reshapes the obsidian into a sweeping blade, slicing toward Necro) The blows clash, a symphony of chaos. Blood spills onto the bridge, soaking the ground as Necro finds a gap in Obsidian's defense, thrusting the blade deep into his side. Obsidian: (screaming) "Ah!" (he falls to one knee, the pain surging through him, but his eyes shine with defiance) Necro-Nomikon: (panting, triumphant) "Taste defeat, gem! Your mastery is nothing without strength!" With renewed resolve, Obsidian clutches his wound, gritting his teeth. “You... you think this ends me?” Bringing forth the last of his Obsidian Static, he envelops himself in pure black diamond energy. Diamond Rage is activated, his true strength spilling forth in a dazzling display of power. He surges, surprising Necro with a reckless charge. Obsidian: "I’ll take you down to the depths you command!" (he crashes into Necro with the full weight of battle) As they grapple, the chasm below yawns ominously, with both combatants struggling for dominance. The night air fills with their cries and the sickening sounds of physical confrontation, each blow laced with brutality. Blood-soaked and weary, the two combatants meet at the edge of the abyss, neither relinquishing their grip on the other, teetering on the brink of oblivion. Necro-Nomikon: (coughing blood, fists trembling) "You... will die here… in darkness." Obsidian: (voice low and grim) "And take you with me into the void." With one last surge of strength, their combined forces create an explosion of light and darkness, mingling like two worlds colliding. As the chaos settles, both warriors remain, bloodied and battered, but alive for now, clinging to existence on The Pit. Obsidian: (gasping and panting) "Neither of us... will die... today." Necro-Nomikon: (leaning heavily, battered but unyielding) "The shadows will remember this... but you… will be my next conquest." Both fighters stare across the chasm, hatred in their eyes but an understanding of the struggle that binds them. They are alive— for today.