Ghost vs. Psibat

The arena swelled with confident renewal, its sand pearling quietly while northern winds rustled the earth inside the concrete walls. The wailing of the audience had died since the last round, most of the matches had been a shocking mixture of forfeits, surrenders, and almost instant one-hit kills that shipped several of the previous spectators back to their homes in disappointment. The two contenders in the ring this evening were foes sharing oddly spherical eye shapes, leveling their vision and refusing to let either person step out of their line of sight. Unspoken consent made the two bow respectfully, although secretly the Bat-Humanoid Brawler began to peer into the Goggle-Clad Brawler's thoughts.

A jarring electric bolt forked his brain, forcing him to retreat like a lion with its paw crunched upon a farmer's stake. He only three super human abilities: the ability to instantaneously teleport from place to, the will to conjure a self-sufficient green aura around objects (although to others it was invisible) and move them as if he were physically laboring, and the mind length to reach into sane minds and steal thoughts from foes and fiends. Most curiously, as he tried to tear into Ghost's mind while the referee read them their "Last Rites", a manifestation of uncertain proportions jabbed back at him, unable to pierce his own mental abdomen but preventing him from leaving his mental realm. The psychic bat creature was already different in that his brain waves sustained him, but the gray-suited warrior himself grinned with ease, no less precaution.

"Psibat, it was?" greeted Ghost in a demure tone. "I seem to recall you being there when Illidon bursted into Brawl City - you were defending civilians and repelling debris like it was nothing - without even using super strength."

"Aye, it was me. Et tu, Ghost. I've seen your feat as well - you're crazy to do your voodo, I think, and I've seen you cheat death before. You were there during the Invasion too, and you've sent a fair share of evil-doers to the fifth dimensional void where they belonged."

"Indeed." Ghost replied, suppressing a thickening grin as he recalled the reason why Psibat appeared to hobble in search of things - the Psychic Chirpotera Brawler possessed natural blindness and instead used his own inborn sonar to process his surroundings, although the minor sounds from around the area stowed away many of the environment's secrets.

"I also here' you can pull things seemingly out of nowhere when you errr....lose control?"

"Aye!" said Ghost.

Psibat, this time, returned the demure grin, "Then this is going to be interesting. I've been waiting for a fight like this."

Minutes split silence between the two before the Referee appeared to realize their pre-fight banter was finished and raised his arm. "GO!" was the word that sent both Brawlers into a frenzy, Ghost lunging first and suddenly vanishing beneath the sands in a hue of thin lines. Psibat, too, vanished through his own power.

And then without warning, the two reappeared - a blueberry pie had been lodged inside of Psibat's masked face, Ghost the baker, the planner, and the attacker - before they whipped away from each other, Psibat shaking the sweet, harmless contents from his face without contempt, surprise, or fear. Ghost gazed at him, marginally bewildered to see the psychic bat's amused, if not unperturbed expression.

"Why didn't you move?" Ghost asked quizzically.

Psibat answered in the most sincere tongue possible, "I searched your feelings, so I knew you that you weren't being serious. I can take a joke-"

And then, out of nowhere without Psibat even moving an inch out of sight, a giant purple jack-in-the-box box crashed on top of Ghost who was completely unaware, flattened by the box itself. He rose and tossed it aside (The box itself was very light despite its contents.), laughing sharply before entering a cohesive mental depository.

Psibat collapsed on the ground in pain.

"Don't bother reading my mind, now that I know how good you are, I won't be letting my mental guards down again."

"Suree...." Psibat grunted in retort, standing to his full height once more before leaping, "WHY NOT?"

The fight squeezed tightly as the Brawlers met, trading punches before winding past each other, Ghost had broken under Psibat's knee, Psibat had slugged Ghost in the face. They whirled around again to meet each other's gaze, neither able to predict the next course of action.