A grim fog rolled over the arena as a thin frail figure emerged from the shadows. His red eye's peered out from behind the tattered mask that hid his face. Carrying a wooden sycthe he appeared to be death personified. He let out an evil laugh as he stared down his oppenent across the wrecked field. "Well it would seem as if I have a bit of a pest problem" He said as he brandished his weapon.
"Is that get up suppossed to scare me" the muscular blond Woman answered back "cause if it is you can save it, I don't scare that easy". Slowly her arms began to extend as if they were taking on a life of their own "No joker in a two bit Halloween costume is going to get the best of me" she shouted. They slithered their way towards their victim. Anaconda taunted the frail figure before her even further "I doubt you will last two seconds once I get my coils around you" she smirked.
The Scarecrow laughed out loud "Hahahaha….is this get up suppossed to scare you, you ask? Oh no no no my dear, the poison gas seeping into your lungs is what is suppossed to scare you, this weapon is what is going to KILL YOU" He said as he began to whirl about in a macabre dance of gleaming metal. He laughed aloud as his body whirled in an almost uncordinated rythme of flailing limbs and deadly blades. "Now let us see what scares an Anaconda most" he said with a sadistic gleam.
Fight!!
