This is the Ultimate Showdown [Closed]

[aboveangrybees]

Who| Steve Rogers & Shepard (plus the people who find them at the end)
What| Two super soldiers fight to the death.
Where| Just outside the amusement park
When| End of week 4
Warnings/Notes| Lots of violence and Death of both characters

This week hasn't been easy, it's been a struggle to keep his head about him. He lost Stark and Xavier last week, then just the other day Clementine's face graced the sky in announcement of her passing. All of that, he could have swallowed, but then Peggy came out of the fog like a dream and a nightmare, pale and unresponsive like she was shell shocked. Sure, he knew she wasn't really Peggy, but he wasn't able to do anything about it, it made him feel useless. In the end, it was Bucky who put her down.

For the last couple days, he's been separated from Thor and Bucky, having parted ways after the thing with Peggy's face died. He wanted to see if he could help people, forget how helpless he felt with her there. But losing them wasn't intentional.

He keeps a firm grip on his makeshift shield and crowbar, the bag holding his food and water slung over his shoulder, as he's searches near but not in the amusement park, hoping to find one or both of his remaining allies. 

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[earthborn]

"I'm not sure you've quite got the hang of this game," Shepard replied, a grim and joyful spark lit behind her eyes to see his calm, his agility. A lifetime ago, it seemed so very recent despite the intervening years, she'd spent her nights before the holographic glow of a vidscreen and her days walking the battlefields, looking for someone, something tough or lucky enough to put an end to her. Suicide by proxy, they called it.

It was nice to know, some things never really died. They just slept for a while. Oh yes, Captain Rogers, you're just Jane's kind of guy.

She picked up her hammer and moved, all pretense gone, ready to burn her strength, the full force of her will and power focused on the man in front of her. Cave in the shield, cave in his head; she wondered if, maybe, this was what Krogans meant by 'bloodrage'.

[aboveangrybees]

After experiencing a portion of her strength once, he knows his shield will handle only one full attack from that sledgehammer before it's rendered mostly useless. He wants to preserve that until he needs it.

When she moves for him, he holds steady, waiting for her to close the distance, looking as if he's going to defend against the assault, but when she's on him, he ducks and sidesteps with a turn that moves him behind her, dodging the attack. Immediately he moves to slam the edge of his shield down on her arm, aiming to disarm her.

Even if the hit doesn't land, Steve throws himself back and rolls away, coming up into a crouch with his shield ready.

"Not my kind of game," and it really isn't. "I'm giving you one last chance to walk away from this, I suggest you do," if she comes for him again, he'll fight to disable her, no more talk. He shucks off the bag from his shoulder, less weight for faster movement.

[earthborn]

He's either noble, an idiot or both. It's his first arena, so she just rolls her eyes and refrains from the lecture. What does he think this is? It's a cagematch. They could walk away, maybe from this fight, or the next, or every one along the way until you got to the one you couldn't walk away from. Until the Game-makers threw a dragon at you, or until you...

Well, until you met someone like Shepard.

Shepard, who brought her hammer up in a vicious upward arc, a momentum-heavy blur that bore a stone-and-half weight towards her target. She stepped into the strike, knowing he was nimble, knowing it would do her no good and bent herself against her shoulder to bull forward like a linebacker.

Pacifism, as a choice distinguishable from bloodthirstiness, was nonexistent in the arena. One could claim some kind of moral high ground, but what use would it be to you? Steve wasn't her enemy any more than she was his; it wasn't enmity that drove her on. What was it that Grunt had said? I will do what I was made for: fight, and determine the strongest.

No more talk.

[aboveangrybees]

Well, that was plenty answer enough for Steve. She meant business and if Steve didn't start fighting back more rapidly, he was going to be royally screwed. He was going to fight to disable her, but he was already getting a feeling someone was going to die by the end of this and he had no intention of it being himself.

So, no more talking it was.

The strike was easy enough to dodge out of the way of, but she thought fast and caught him in the chest with her shoulder as she bulled him over. Pain of the impact arched through him for only a second before he looped his arms around her, aiming to pin her arms and perform a suplex - dropping his shield in the process. With his grip around her secure, he plants his feet and uses her momentum against her to bend back and slam her into the ground.

As soon as he feels her make contact, he lets go and easily straightens like the move was nothing for him to preform. He quickly kicks up his shield as he steps back and around to face her again, catching it with ease.

[earthborn]

Damned guardian bastards. She knew this song and dance; you set off a grenade to pull it off-center, or pop the bastard in the knee to bring down the disadvantage. There were any number of solutions presupposing access to biotics, but very little of her experience fighting Cerberus had been under the circumstances of having not so much as a fucking hold-out pistol. She'd have cheerfully eaten shit for a Carnifex.

The suplex was a nice move, and for just a moment she's seeing double. Fifteen years old, she'd have scrambled up and right into his guard, but instead Shepard spat red and grew canny, licking her lips around the smile. First blood to the blond. Nice.

He's not running, and she isn't charging, not yet, only circles around like a tiger, forcing him to move if he wants to keep his guard. When the melee joins again, it's fast and explosive; she's not really sure if he moved first and her reaction a reflex, or if it were the other way around.

[aboveangrybees]

Blood. Well, at least that's out of the way, but it also feels like a beginning. This is irreversible now and he knows he's not walking away from this until she spills his blood too. That one of them will be bled dry by this fight.

Steve keeps his following of her movements to a minimum, enough to keep her in sight, ready to defend himself, but when she moves again, he reaches up to block it. She's a powerhouse and more than enough of a challenge that when he blocks her initial attack, he inadvertently leaves himself open to attack.

Even as he immediately realizes, there's no time to fix it.