Las Vegas
Caesars Palace: Broadcast Studio 1A

          Dale Phillips found it hard to believe that in all the places he could be doing nothing, he would be doing it here.
          He had just graduated from the University of Santa Barbara almost one year ago. Aspiring to be a television news anchor, his highest goal at the time had been to deliver the weather report on a local radio station. While his dreams were high, he didn’t expect to reach success overnight. That’s why he was more surprised than anyone else when he got the job of broadcaster for Caesars Palace’s coverage of the Killer Instinct 8 tournament, to be shown nationally twenty four hours a day on the Prevue network, and at multiple times on many other television networks.
          Dale’s neck length black hair had been combed back. He had soft brown eyes and an oval-ish face, making him appear to be quite boyish, although he was in his early twenties. His white dress shirt tucked into his black dress pants seemed to accent his well-shaped physique.
          Dale’s broadcast partner was equally stunned to realize she’d gotten the position, but not as surprised. Sherri Lewis graduated from Harvard only three years ago. Moving to Orange County in California only two weeks after graduation, she immediately grabbed a job as an intern at a local TV station. Fortune was on her side one day as a large story arose, with no field correspondents available to cover it. Sherri volunteered to take on the task, and was so good at it that she was given the position. After only a year, she quickly moved up to sports on the front desk as the former sportscaster had been fired amidst a haze of controversy. Those at the station believed that she’d be anchor at a network in no more than ten years.
          Sherri had short, brown hair. Her eyes were a piercing green, to compliment a perfectly angular face. Like Dale, Sherri was also in great shape, but her attire of tight fitting business suits and comparatively short skirts accented it more.
          At the moment, everybody in the broadcast studio was killing time. The second round of Killer Instinct 8 ended with the fight between Glacius and Cinder, which was over three days ago. Since then, Dale and Sherri had beaten to death every event that had taken place so far, and analyzed every possible aspect. By now, they had literally run out of things to say. So to save their broadcasters from possible embarrassment, Caesars Palace decided to replay some of the earlier fights until third round action started. The fight between Orchid and Sabrewulf was currently playing.
          Dale didn’t mind the current inactivity. In fact, it was almost a blessing; it was a well-deserved break for him, Sherri, and the broadcast crew. He was glad that he had scored the right to sit at the desk he currently was resting his feet against; the KI broadcasting job is probably one of the most prestigious in the country for aspiring commentators. The pair who did KI7 had already moved on to cushy field correspondent jobs at the major networks. Even though he was sitting in the middle of his dream coming true, Dale found it hard to stay awake. He thought that perhaps some idle conversation would keep his brain active.
          “Hey Sherri,” Dale called, “any luck yet contacting the losers for post fight interviews?”
          Sherri picked her head up from one of the desks behind the cameras yet in front of the KI broadcast set. “Y’know,” she replied, “I’ve caught up with Storm, and Jack, but no one else. Not Shadow, not Tusk, not TJ Combo, not any of them.”
          Dale yawned. “Have you tried contacting family?”
          “That was the second thing I tried; no luck there either. It’s almost as if these fighters have dropped right off the face of the planet.” Sherri paused. “Dale...d’ya think that whatever happened in all the past KI’s is happening here again?”
          “And what would that be?” Dale asked.
          “Remember? All the fighters kept disappearing! Ultratech was thoroughly investigated, but nothing even remotely incriminating was found. And then remember last year, the champion, Eagle, disappeared. Then we had the controversial KI7, and now we’re back at disappearances for KI8. I think that’s a little odd.”
          “Hmph.” Dale retorted. “It’s probably all just part of the act. The public eats this stuff up you know. Shadow’s probably kicking it somewhere in the Cayman Islands; I figure TJ Combo’s probably taking it easy in Hawaii.”
          Sherri rested her head in her hands, in deep thought. “Y’know Dale, I’ve been thinking lately. What if all this really isn’t staged?”
          This got Dale’s attention. He took his feet off the desk and pulled his chair forward, as if the two or three inches closer he got to Sherri would somehow make him understand what she was saying.
          “Not staged? What are you taking about?” He exclaimed.
          “Well,” Sherri continued, “I know they say that over 80% of the tournament is staged, but how do we know that that’s true? Ultratech has never said either way that the tournament’s fake. How do we know that what’s going on right now isn’t really going on?”
          “Common sense’ll tell you that!” Dale said. “Think about it, you’ve got dinosaurs, werewolves, demons, warrior cyborgs, dead and resurrected warriors, unfinished experiments, and they’ve all come together to find out who can throw the best punch? Riiiiiight. ‘Sides, if there really were dinosaurs and werewolves out there, wouldn’t they be stalking their prey out in the streets somewhere instead of fighting in Killer Instinct?”
          “How can you say that, when we really don’t know what’s going on? For all we know, they could be fighting for the sake of the country...no, the planet. Maybe there’s something really big at stake we don’t know about.”
          Dale laughed. “Sherri, Sherri, Sherri. You’ve been watching way too many X-Files episodes honey. The thought that our personal safety and happiness is currently on the rocks is so far out there, it’s incomprehensible.”
          “Maybe that’s the problem. We don’t want to believe, so we don’t. Who says the outrageous is impossible? What if ‘Glacius’ and ‘Cinder’ aren’t men in suits, or special effects, but an actual alien and mutated human being? Why is that so unlikely? By the time we learn the truth, it’s too late. Anyway, that’s my two cents.” With that, Sherri went back to sleeping on her desk. Dale put his feet back up on the big black desk.
          Their peace wouldn’t last for long. The fight alarm blared loudly throughout the studio, accompanied by a flashing red light. The sequence sent the crew scurrying about back to their jobs. Dale took his feet off the desk again and straightened himself, as Sherri joined him. A producer called out from off to the side “we’re on in one minute! One minute people! Look alive!”
          Sherri quickly straightened her hair, adjusted her blouse, and plucked the remnants of a pot sticker from her sleeve. “Dale,” she said, “do we know who’s fighting yet?”
          Dale anxiously peered into a video monitor. “Not yet...but it’s coming through now...yeah...looks like it’s going to be...oh baby!”
          “What? Who is it?” Sherri asked, her curiosity peaking.
          Dale grinned. “I’ve been wanting to see this fight ever since the tournament started! Glacius versus everyone’s favorite cyborg, Fulgore-X…”

New York
Ultratech Corporation: Experiment Storage

          The doors to the Experiment Storage room slid open seemingly slower than usual; as if it were an indication of who was behind the doors.
          All of the overhead lights had been dimmed, so the only light in the room came from the displays of the dozens of stasis pods arranged throughout the room, and from the hallway now that the door was open. As the light slowly seeped in, only making it as far as a few meters from the door, it dimly cast it’s illumination over the person responsible for opening the door; Fulgore-X.
          He stepped in slowly, causing the doors to shut and the light to fade. Without bothering to turn on the ceiling lights, Fulgore-X completed a quick scan of the room. Finding what he was looking for, he began to walk along the row of stasis pods that were positioned in the middle of the room. He stopped at one in particular, in the center of the room.
          Fulgore-X studied the pod for about a minute. Eventually, he entered in a series of number and letter combinations on the pod interface. The blue liquid inside of the pod began to drain out. As the liquid diminished, the inhabitant of the pod was revealed; Sabrewulf. When the liquid had drained to below his ankles, Sabrewulf fell forward, against the glass, almost lifeless.
          Fulgore-X pressed another button. This caused the glass door to the pod to fly upwards, enabling Sabrewulf to fall down face first on the floor in front of the cyborg. Fulgore-X looked down on him condescendingly. After five seconds, Sabrewulf began to cough for his breath, and spit up more of the blue liquid. Like a dog, he wanted to shake himself from left to right repeatedly for a quick dry; but he didn’t have the energy to do so.
          Sabrewulf still hadn’t seen his liberator. At Fulgore-X’s feet, he continued to cough for a while. Finally, his breathing became more regular.
          “Thank you...hack...thank you so much...” Sabrewulf gasped. “I owe you big, whoeva-what?!” Sabrewulf was surprised when he did look up to see Fulgore-X. Fulgore-X continued to look down upon him condescendingly.
          “What has happened?” The cyborg asked.
          Sabrewulf, still lying on his stomach, gathered more breath before responding. “What do you mean, like what’s happened recently?”
          “Yes.” Fulgore-X replied.
          “Why don’t you know?”
          “Ever since my fight with Kim Wu, I have been in the J.D. Stamper building learning more about my opponents’ abilities. Perhaps you should have done the same. So, what has happened?”
          “Hey...shouldn’t you be fighting Glacius now?” Sabrewulf asked.
          Fulgore-X’s eyes narrowed. “I have three minutes forty seven seconds before fight time. How do you know about that?” He asked.
          “I may have been in stasis, but I wasn’t unconscious. That monitor over there is on.” Sabrewulf weakly pointed over to the monitor he mentioned. Fulgore-X didn’t bother to look. “Plus...I’ve been able to view Ultratech computer activity from the pod. That’s about all I can do, but it’s better than doing nothing in that damn liquid 24-7.”
          “Whatever. So, what has happened?” Fulgore-X’s tone conveyed a little annoyance.
          “Well, I fought the Orchid wrench. She cheated to defeat me...then she locked me up in this thing. A few days later, Jago brought Riptor in. Also, I think Cinder was killed in some sort of teleporting accident, but I can’t be certain.”
          “Is that all?” Fulgore-X asked.
          “‘Is that all?’” Sabrewulf thought. “That isn’t enough?”
          “I guess it is.” Sabrewulf said.
          “Hmph.” The cyborg responded. He turned and appeared to be on his way to leaving the room.
          “Wait, no stop!” Sabrewulf called weakly. “Please don’t go!”
          Fulgore-X stopped, although he really hadn’t started moving. “What?” He said sharply.
          Sabrewulf took in more air. “I’ve been in here for quite some time...I don’t know how long...but it’s been too long. Gargos knew I was in here since the first second, but he never made the attempt to come down here and free me. You were right; he was just using us. For that, he’ll pay. So, you want to get at Gargos so badly? I can help you...I can get you a good clean shot at him. I can help you kill him. I’ll do anything you want me to do, just please, help me. I’m still injured from my fight, and that stasis liquid didn’t help either. Please...get me to the MediLab...please.”
          Fulgore-X’s right eye raised. He stared down at Sabrewulf for a couple of seconds before eventually lowering his hand down to the prone werewolf.
          Sabrewulf quickly took Fulgore-X’s hand, but instead of helping him up, it felt as if Sabrewulf were being pushed down into the ground. He didn’t like the feeling of this.
          Fulgore-X’s eyes conveyed no expression. “Say, do you mind if I quote you something?” He asked.
          “No....I suppose not.” Sabrewulf said, feeling apprehensive.
          Fulgore-X’s grip seemed to tighten. “‘Some day, you will all regret what you have done here today...but this is not that day.’” He quoted.
          Sabrewulf was confused. “Who said that?” He asked.
          Fulgore-X’s eyes narrowed. “I did. Just about two weeks ago.”
          Suddenly realizing what Fulgore-X was planning, Sabrewulf tried desperately to free himself.
          But it was too late.
          Plasma energy began to gather at Fulgore-X’s fingertips. In no time, it turned itself into a ball shaped plasma flare, shooting down Sabrewulf’s arms, seemingly consuming him, and pounding into the floor creating a magnificent blue flash. When the light died, there was only a black spot on the floor where Sabrewulf used to lay, as well as some floating gray cinders, most likely what was left of his jumpsuit.
          Fulgore-X straightened himself. He glared at the falling cinders, as if they could understand him.
          “This is that day.” The cyborg said. With that, he turned around sharply and left the room.

Training Room

          This hadn’t happened before.
          At least that’s what Fulgore-X thought when he arrived in the Training Room for his fight against Glacius. As a rule, Fulgore-X didn’t like to show up for a fight until he was ten seconds away from being disqualified for not meeting the five-minute show/no show limit. This allowed him not only to make an entrance, but also to keep his opponent waiting. While waiting, the opponent would no doubt become nervous and jittery, giving Fulgore-X an advantage before the fight even started. However, Glacius wasn’t here.
          “He’s gotta be here.” Fulgore-X thought. “They stopped the five minute countdown.”
          As confirmation, the fight announcement penetrated the room from a speaker, location unknown.
          “Ready Glacius...ready Fulgore-X...fight on!”
          “He’s hiding.” Fulgore-X cut his eyes. “Where?”
          Fulgore-X began to scan the room. Basically, it was a room, and that was it. Rather large, and square shaped, and other than a few light panels in the ceiling, there was literally nothing in this room other than Fulgore-X. Just four steel walls. There weren’t even cameramen; the fight was to be broadcast thanks to the Ultratech security cameras. Unlike most security cameras, the Ultratech units were of better quality than most of the ones used for motion pictures.
          Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the floor under his feet, Fulgore-X pushed off the floor, and used the rocket boosters in his feet to hover about five feet off the ground. The cyborg continued to look around, but he couldn’t perform a heat scan because Glacius emitted no heat. The alien would have to make the first move.
          From out of nowhere, two liquid, bright gray arms shot up from the floor under Fulgore-X, trying to catch his feet. With his eyes widening, the cyborg shot upwards, barely escaping the hands. Fulgore-X first emitted a powerful eye laser shot at the floor where the hands emerged, then followed it up with a fierce barrage of plasma storm shots from both hands. Fulgore-X didn’t stop firing until the floor was black and charred. At this point, the cyborg stopped, and glared at the discoloration.
          Unknown to Fulgore-X, a battering ram shaped arm emerged from the wall to his right at an intense velocity. Without a chance to react, the ram plowed into Fulgore-X, sending him crashing into the wall to his left, a few feet away from the door to the room. Fulgore-X’s forward momentum stopped sharply as he hit the wall; and he slid down, falling awkwardly on the floor.
          Fulgore-X got up slowly. He raised his head, and his eyes gave off the sentiment of “good one.” As if it were nothing more than an illusion, Glacius “stepped” out of the right wall, in human form. Fulgore-X had just gotten back on his feet when Glacius threw his arm forwards, shooting an energy ball at him. Fulgore-X quickly teleported out of the way as the energy ball collided with the space that Fulgore-X vacated, exploding into sparks. Fulgore-X reappeared in front of Glacius, and spun on his right heel in order to hit Glacius in the chest with a left roundhouse kick. The tactic proved to be anything but useful as Fulgore-X’s foot went through Glacius’s body, not even affecting the alien. Instead, Glacius hardened his body just as Fulgore-X’s foot was in the center of his chest, trapping the foot. The cyborgs eyes widened again. Glacius grabbed Fulgore-X by the ankle and with what appeared to be an effortless motion, flung him into the back wall. Fulgore-X hit this wall just as abruptly as he did the last one.
          The cyborg was slower in removing himself from the floor this time. With his head in his left hand, he seemed to be putting something back in place on his jaw. After that, Fulgore-X tugged on his jumpsuit, then straightened his ponytail. He bent his knees and turned his right shoulder towards the alien. The cyborg extended his right fist at Glacius, pointing the tip of his claw at the alien’s head. Fulgore-X kept his left hand curled but not clenched, and at his abdomen.
          It looked more like a challenge, or a fighting stance than what it actually was. Therefore, Glacius was genuinely surprised when a plasma storm bolt shot out from Fulgore-X’s open left hand towards him. Thinking quickly, Glacius dropped into the floor.
          Having learned his lesson, Fulgore-X leapt away from the wall behind him, assuming what he assumed to be a safe position near the ceiling, for an overhead view of the room. This position turned out to be quite dangerous as Glacius’s fist sunk out of the ceiling, and with a powerful blow, he buried both fists into the small of Fulgore-X’s back. The cyborg rocketed down, hitting the floor sharply. He had just landed one second ago when he noticed what seemed to be a giant, gray pillar descending down on him. Fulgore-X quickly sprang out of the way of the pillar. To his dismay, when the pillar crashed into the floor, a battering ram emerged from the pillar, squarely nailing Fulgore-X in the face, and sending him into another wall.
          “Rarrgh!” Fulgore-X cried out, hitting the wall, then instantly flying upwards. As that happened, the pillar in the center of the room turned back into Glacius. Glacius looked completely calm as Fulgore-X appeared to be enraged.
          “Aaaah!” The cyborg screamed again. He pulled his right arm back, massing a huge amount of plasma energy.
          “Take this!” Fulgore-X yelled, as he threw his arm forward. There was a deafening thud as an enormous beam of plasma energy, roughly the size of a foundation support beam, burst forth from his hand, towards Glacius. The alien appeared to be ready for an apparent death, as he didn’t attempt to move out of the way of the titanic super plasma storm.
          Suddenly, right before the energy beam would have slammed into the floor, with a force that could’ve opened up a hole to the center of the planet, Fulgore-X clenched his fist, and the beam dissipated into nothing. When the energy cleared, it revealed that Glacius was no longer standing there. Fulgore-X narrowed his eyes.
          Glacius zipped up from the floor where he was standing. With his right arm cocked back, he emitted a scream just as fierce as Fulgore-X’s. Flying upwards to where Fulgore-X was floating, he began to throw his punch. With his fist nearing the cyborgs head, Glacius began to charge it with energy, so that by the time it reached Fulgore-X, his hand was covered in energy. Fulgore-X threw up his arms in defense, but it did little good as the punch was so colossal, that Fulgore-X was not only knocked into the wall, but through it this time, as the steel crumbled thanks to the force of the attack and the energy emitted.
          Fulgore-X sailed across the next room, finally hitting a computer terminal, sliding down, and then tumbling down to the floor. Lying on his face, a furious Fulgore-X picked himself up.
          At first, he wanted to rush right back into the Training Room and give Glacius a good thrashing. Realizing that he could execute the former, but probably not the latter, the cyborg settled down a bit. He took a look around to acquaint himself with where he was knocked into.
          Behind Fulgore-X, the entire wall was composed of computer terminals and video monitors. In the center, there was a large terminal, accompanied by an equally big monitor. On both sides, there were numerous, relatively smaller units; one of which Fulgore-X had crashed into. Ahead of him, Fulgore-X could see three tables, roughly two and a half meters in length. They were covered with beakers, test tubes, and other glass containers, some marked, others plain. In some of these were different colored liquids. Fulgore-X then realized this as the Chemical Lab, Ultratech’s area dedicated to chemical research. Next door, there was a restricted access door, which contained many different harmless, not so harmless, and dangerously toxic chemical substances.
          Fulgore-X shook his head. “Damn. Knocked me clear into The Lab. If it weren’t for that annoying morphing, this fight would be over by now...” Fulgore-X paused, suddenly realizing the magnitude of something he said. “That morphing...if I could fight him normally...but how?” Fulgore-X spun around, taking a good look at The Lab, and the computer set up. “Hmm. Maybe if I could...yes...but, would it work?”
          Fulgore-X realized that the ten count had been called for, and it was down to four. The cyborg teleported away, returning to the Training Hall, and effectively ending the count. Glacius was standing in the middle of the room, with arms crossed. He shot a look over to Fulgore-X, as if to say “back for more?”
          In response, Fulgore-X put both hands forward, and began to launch another set of plasma storm shots at Glacius. Glacius dropped into the floor.
          “Yes yes. Make your escape.” Fulgore-X said softly.
          Somehow knowing what was coming, the cyborg dashed away from his current position near the hole in the wall he had made, over to the back wall. Glacius emerged from what was left of the front wall, what would have been behind Fulgore-X. Standing erect, with his head held high and left arm extended towards the alien, Fulgore-X began to fire a set of quick plasma bursts at Glacius. These were cylindrical in shape, roughly the size of a soda can. Glacius was forced to retreat into the floor, but could not advance as Fulgore-X’s shots covered the floor, the ceiling, and the walls in front of Glacius.
          Then, Fulgore-X pulled something that seemed to be a stupid move to everyone except himself. He stopped firing. It was only a momentary pause, but enough to open up a large window of opportunity for one smart enough to take it. Glacius quickly reformed himself into a humanoid form. Knowing that the pause was momentary at best, Glacius extended his right arm forward. Before it reached Fulgore-X, it lost cohesiveness, turning into some sort of a net. It covered Fulgore-X and pressed him into the back wall. Glacius sent energy down his arm, pelting the cyborg with it. Fulgore-X roared in false fury.
          While he struggled to wrench himself from Glacius’s spread out arm, the cyborg clenched his right fist, enclosing a handful of Glacius’s body substance. Instead of attempting to pry his left hand free, Fulgore-X let it be pressed into the wall. The energy Glacius was hitting Fulgore-X with was really beginning to hurt the cyborg. As a result, Fulgore-X was having difficulty processing his plasma energy. The plan had reached a roadblock.
          Fulgore-X’s eyes widened. He gave out a low-pitched “err” as he concentrated with every circuit in his cybernetic brain. Suddenly, plasma energy flared out from the cyborg’s left hand, obliterating the wall behind him, causing Fulgore-X to fall backwards, escaping Glacius’s grip. The explosion left Fulgore-X a little worse for wear, but free nonetheless. Instead of pursuing, Glacius choose to retract his arm. The liquid began to retreat away, and Fulgore-X felt the small amount trapped in his hand prying itself free. Thinking quickly, Fulgore-X formed a small plasma shield around his right hand.
          With a smile in his eyes, Fulgore-X gazed upon the liquid pressing itself against the shield. He spoke to it, in a child like voice, as if it could understand. “Oh no; you can’t go back to your host just yet. I have a very important task for you.”
          Having retracted his arm, Glacius didn’t feel quite right. Something was a little off. Exactly what, he couldn’t tell. It was a matter for later anyway. Right now, there were more pressing matters at hand. Glacius began to advance to where Fulgore-X had blown himself free. However, as he got there, and looked inside of the hole the cyborg had made, Glacius was surprised to see nothing there. Glacius quickly stepped through the hole into the dark room beyond; no Fulgore-X. He turned his head and looked behind him; nothing there either. Where did the cyborg go?
          Fulgore-X laughed to himself. He couldn’t help himself, as he slowly walked backwards away, placing each foot softly on the floor as not to make noise. Using his invisibility cloak, walking as slowly and as softly as he was, Fulgore-X was virtually undetectable.
          The cyborg finally made it back to the hole in the wall he had created earlier. After stepping through, he became less careful about his movements, although he now activated his foot boosters, hovering over the floor. Fulgore-X methodically crossed the floor, holding his prize in his hand. Upon reaching the main computer terminal in the Chemical Lab, Fulgore-X used his free hand to begin programming something into the computer. After a few moments, the words “SYSTEM READY - PLEASE INSERT SAMPLE” appeared.
          Fulgore-X gently extended his right hand. With his left, he opened up a panel on the computer terminal, exposing a small metal container that was attached under the terminal. Fulgore-X lowered the small amount of Glacius, trapped inside of his plasma shield, into the container. The liquid still desperately attempted to escape from its captor. The cyborg put his left hand on the container top, and with an execution so quick only a cyborg could achieve it, Fulgore-X deactivated the plasma shield, withdrew his right hand, and slammed the container top down before the imprisoned liquid could escape. The computer monitor at first displayed “PLEASE WAIT”, and then eventually displayed “CHEMICAL ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS - APPROX. 5 MINUTES”
          Fulgore-X’s eyes rolled. “Five minutes huh? I suppose I could hone my ‘run away’ skills to bide time…I hate the part of playing the underdog fool.”
          Spinning around quickly on his heel, Fulgore-X marched unabashedly back to the training room. His heavy footsteps quickly caught Glacius’s attention, who was somewhat surprised to see the cyborg coming from the opposite direction he should have been.
          Not waiting for any gesture from his opponent, Glacius threw an energy ball at Fulgore-X. The cyborg quickly erected a reflective plasma shield around himself; instead of absorbing the energy ball, it shot it back at the alien. Glacius calmly sidestepped his own attack. From there, he appeared to stand completely still. However, Fulgore-X was able to effectively judge the slight movements in his body fluid, and figured out that Glacius was sending part of himself through the floor. Fulgore-X shot up into the air, just avoiding a large, silver spike that punched it’s way up through the steel.
          Lazily floating in mid air, Fulgore-X activated his cloak. Glacius threw a hasty energy ball at the point where the cyborg disappeared, but it flew harmlessly by, hitting the wall and dissipating.
          Meanwhile, Fulgore-X sat crossed-legged on the floor, to the right of Glacius. He hated just sitting there, doing nothing. But that was about all he could do, without further risk to his operating systems. Currently, he’d need about three straight hours of repair.
          Exactly three minutes forty seven seconds passed before Fulgore-X had had his fill of the waiting game. Glacius had been searching the room thoroughly with his hands and eyes, but to no avail. Fulgore-X teleported here and hovered there to elude the search. He was currently standing in the doorway when he lost his patience.
          Fulgore-X teleported behind Glacius, who was standing in the middle of the room. He tapped his left foot once to get the alien’s attention. When Glacius turned around, Fulgore-X stuck around long enough for the alien to get a glance, then teleported away. Glacius’s face soured.
          Fulgore-X teleported above Glacius. He clashed his claws together in order to make a sound to get Glacius’s attention. Glacius looked up, and could only get another glance as Fulgore-X teleported away. Glacius frowned.
          This time, Fulgore-X teleported directly in front of Glacius, then teleported away less than one second later. Glacius had had his fill of this game.
          “Enough!” The alien cried. He began randomly firing energy balls in all directions.
          Fulgore-X teleported behind Glacius. He bowed his head and waited, with claws extended and glowing. He studied Glacius’s random attacks, apparently looking for something. As if he’d seen a cue from Glacius’s movements, Fulgore-X started to charge towards Glacius, with his right arm pulled back, fist aimed at the alien. When he reached a distance of only 1 meter away from Glacius, he began to project his right fist forward, just as Glacius was turning around to discover the charging cyborg. Because of Fulgore-X’s incredible speed, Glacius’s reaction time was reduced to nothing. When he was only 1/2 a meter away, Fulgore-X retracted his right claw, which was glowing with plasma energy. The energy slammed into Fulgore-X’s fist, creating a plasma charged punch. The cyborg plunged his plasma punch into Glacius’s chest, causing the alien to explode into a million droplets, scattering throughout the room.
          After the plasma punch, Fulgore-X stood frozen in pose, with his head locked forwards. Two seconds later, Fulgore-X relaxed and stood straight. He looked around at the small silver droplets, which were sinking into the floor.
          “That’ll hold him, for a while anyway.” Fulgore-X thought. “Now, on with phase two.”