Sun Wukong versus the Six Eared Macaque.
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[The sun begins to set, and a time skip, a hundred years from now… // They’re both in the mountains, and for once, they’re eachother’s enemy.] “YOU LEFT ME!” Macaque would screech, his shadow powers building up behind him as he pulls out his staff. He’d point a finger at Wukong, “YOU didn’t even tell me you were back! You ran off with some monk-?!”
4″Wukong takes a step back, his expression darkening as he sees Macaque's anger. The Monkey King's hands grip tightly around his staff, and his body radiates with a powerful aura of lightning. "Don't you dare pretend you don't know why I left."
“It’s not pretend, Wukong,” Macaque would grit his teeth, baring them like an animal. He stares down Wukong, “You got locked away by the Emperor. I was the only one who even checked on you! You… You never listen!”
5″He rolls his eyes, scoffing at Macaque's words. He's never been one to care about what others think, and he certainly won't let Macaque's outburst faze him now. He raises his staff, preparing to attack. "And what would you know? You don't understand me, you never have."
Macaque’s face twisted into a horrific one, of betrayal. Macaque would dive forwards and begin to swing at Wukong, tears streaming down his face. “YOU ALWAYS MAKE IT ABOUT YOU!” Macaque shouts, “It was always, ‘Macaque, let’s go steal this,’” A strike, “or, ‘Macaque, let’s go start a crusade,’” Another strike, “OH, AND THEN ‘COME ON, MACAQUE, LETS GO AGAINST THE JADE EMPEROR!’” Macaque, in his rage, would leave himself open to being attacked as he slammed his staff,
8″Wukong sees this and takes the opportunity, swinging his staff in a wide arc and knocking Macaque to the ground. He stares down at him, his expression hard as stone. The Monkey King's voice is laced with venom as he speaks. "You don't know a thing about me. You never have. You're just a pathetic shadow, always following me around like a lost puppy."
Macaque hit the ground with a thud, then rolled to get back up, wiping his tears and some blood from his nose. His tail would flick aggressively, and his form would grow unstable as it melted into shadow. “I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea,” Macaque scoffs, bandages fluttering off his form as his golden eyes glow a deep purple, “So now you act like we never knew eachother? Because I was right? Because the GREAT SAGE was wrong?”
14″Wukong's face twists with rage at the sound of Macaque's words. His grip tightens on his staff as he takes a step forward, his voice becoming a growl. "I was never wrong. I know what I'm doing. You don't know the first thing about me. You're nothing but a nuisance, a pest. A thorn in my side that I never should have allowed to stay."
Macaque goes back further into attacking his old friend, now enemy, slicing to his best ability across Wukong, slamming his staff’s spikes into the other’s staff, but there’s an opportunity to attack Macaque’s face that comes along when Macaque takes a low lunge.
No AudioWukong's eyes narrow, taking note of the opening. He raises his staff, swinging it at Macaque with all his might. The strike is powerful and accurate, and he doesn't hesitate to deliver it. It's clear that he has no qualms about attacking his former friend, his only concern being to end the battle quickly.
CRACK. …Macaque freezes as the golden staff goes through his eye, and as pressure is applied, it pushes through into the other side of his skull. Blood pools from his head, and his one remaining eye is wide with terror. He drops his staff with a clatter, and gags, words caught in his throat.
No AudioWukong stares at Macaque, the impact of what he's done slowly sinking in. His expression is unreadable, and his breathing is slow and measured. He lowers his staff, his gaze still locked on Macaque's face.
Macaque tries his best to hold it together, to hold onto his life. He goes onto his hands and knees, holding himself up only with his arms. His body aches, blood pouring everywhere. It’s impossibly red. “…Wu…kong…” he heaves, staggering and falling to the side.
No AudioWukong takes a step towards him, but stops in his tracks. He stares down at Macaque, the weight of his actions finally hitting him. His expression softens slightly, and he seems to want to say something, but the words don't come. Instead, he simply kneels down beside him, his eyes searching Macaque's face.
Macaque can’t see. He can’t see. It’s going so dark, he can’t… bandages flutter on his body, the black purple of his magic pouring from his wounds as it tries to mend this impossible injury. He’s dying…
