@georgekambadais: The buzzer sounded causing The Leader to look up from his multiple chess games. The room was a mess of twisted smouldering metal, broken arms and legs, blood and bullet holes. Standing in the room were his final four. It was impressive that they made it this far since most of them couldn't hold a candle to D-Man.
Gibbon, White Dragon, Eightball and Number One Fan had punched, kicked and clawed their way to victory. They were beaten, bloody and exhausted but they'd survived. A wall panel slide open to reveal a mysterious strange cloaked in shadows.
"Well done. You have all passed my entry requirements so we can now begin plann..."
There was a scream as Thundersword wobbled to his feet, left arm hanging limply by his side. "You said only four go through right?"
"I did"
With a mighty effort he tossed his lightning bolt catching Number One Fan in the chest. The explosion sent bits of of the cyborg across the room. "Now, now there's four," panted Thundersword.
"Oh man I got brain in mt fur!" complained Gibbon as Eightball wiped human slick off his black helmet. Hidden in the shadows The Leader rolled his eyes, contemplating gassing them all and starting again
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