Vilgax Jackpot

Blast it, at the exact moment he realized Gura was making her move she'd already started her kick. She nailed Vilgax in the back and launched him off of her trident to rebound off of the faceplate in Enki's torso. Then she jumped up to meet him in midair. If piercing was ineffective against him, Gura had already realized it. But she could still hit him. And Vilgax's sword was so big that by the time he swung it around to meet Gura, Gura could strike him with her own trident. The sprinter and the tortoise: no matter how fast Vilgax was, Gura had the head start and the distance between them was infinite.

He was getting hit a lot. Gura's baseball swings launched him back to Enki. Viral caught on and returned him to sender with his own sword. Gura hit him to Viral with a colossal water-shark. Viral hit him to Gura with a barrage of missiles. Gura hit him to Viral with a fist made of pure liquid. Viral knocked him back with a punch of his own. Fighting a regenerator was already annoying, but fighting a juggler was even moreso. Especially when they wouldn't shut up.

"Crazy!" Gura called out. "Badass! Apocalyptic! Savage! Sick Skills!!" Gura laid out a sixty-four-hit combo on Vilgax before sending him up into the air like a hole-in-one drive. "S-S-S-SMOKIN' SEXY STYLE!! Aaaaand..."

"JACKPOT!"

Enki's headpiece turned into an energy condenser that fired a plasma-melting heat beam. Gura twirled her trident to create a fan of water that pushed Vilgax forward even as the laser pushed him back. Now this was a bit of a challenge. Deep-sea pressure couldn't hope to compete with the kind of force those two were crushing onto him, never mind the temperature difference. Was this the kind of thing he was hoping to achieve with Battleworld? To make himself feel again, live again?

No.

- Round 3