ASB [BENZIN] vs. [Fortunate Son]

>You are...
>Well, that doesn't matter.
>What does matter is that someone is following you.
>You saw him tailing you for a few minutes, now.
>He must know about you.
>He's probably gonna try to make his move as soon as you're alone.
>Man, fuck this sun.
>No offense, Celestia. But this would be much easier if it wasn't so bright.
>As you walk down the streets of Manehattan, you spy a narrow alley.
>Not much, but it'll have to do.
>You turn the corner, stepping into the darkness.
>Now all you have to do is wait.
>You adjust your SS cap.
>You would bring out your Stand, but unlike others, anyone could see it.
>Keeping it in reserve is your best bet, for now.

>Your stalker turns the corner.
>He just watches you, smirking confidently.
"Can I help you?"
>He offers a cocksure grin.
>"Don't play dumb, Anon. We both know why I've been following you."
>You take an assertive stance, posing menacingly.
>You know what he wants.
"I'm not taking off my pants, Anon."
>He frowns.
>"Jackass. Are you gonna show me your Stand, or not?"
>You give a trollish smile, and speak in a somewhat seductive voice.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
>He seemed in a fouler mood at this point.
>"First, stop that. Second, my Stand is bound to my body. You're already looking at it."
>Oh, is that the case?
>This should be easy, then.
>You grin.
"Well, sucks to be you."
>You wave your hand, and the shadows around you lift off the ground.
>This doesn't seem to phase the guy.
>You decide to give him a warning, both to be fair, and to see if he'll tip his hand.
"I should warn you, darkness and shadows are where I'm strongest. Here, I hold the advantage."
>"Good."
>Vas?
>"I want you to go all out."
>Is this Bolshevik serious?
>Oh well.
"Your funeral. Feel the power of my [BENZIN]!"
>You thrust your hand forward, and the darkness shoots out like lashing tentacles.
>They race towards your opponent, but he isn't even moving.
>Is this guy really that confident in his Stand?
>You fully expect to impale him on your first attack.
>But that's not what happened.
>Instead, you watch as her expertly blocks and counters every attack.
>"ATATATATATATATATATATATATAHHHHH!"
>He moves like Bruce Lee, destroying every tentacle you launch at him with his bare fists.
>Soon enough, he's standing on his own, his confident smile returned.
>He strikes a kung fu pose, and looks at you.
>"It doesn't matter how powerful you are. My [Fortunate Son] is invincible!"

>Well, that was unexpected.
"I've figured it out."
>He grins confidently.
>This guy's Stand...
>It gives him the power to...
>You point at him.
"Your Stand gives you the power to mimic japslap movies."
>His frown returns, as he drops his pose.
>"No, you autist! My Stand allows me to adapt to any form of combat!"
>You grin.
"Thanks for telling me, retard."
>He lets out a small gasp of realization, before shrugging.
>"Doesn't matter. Knowing that won't help you."
>He points a menacing finger at you.
>"I can counter any attack you can muster!"
>With another wave of your hand, you summon the shadows with [BENZIN].
"Let's test that theory, shall we?"
>You form the shadows mentally, into creatures that look kinda like wolves.
>They look up at you for instruction.
>You point at your opponent.
"Take him down."
>The wolves turn to him, and growl, shortly before charging.
>They're remote, so you don't need to keep an eye on them.
>But you do wanna set up an ambush.
>You don't have time to watch Mr. Miyagi beat on a bunch of dogs.
>You fade into the wall, teleporting into a darkened room above.
>You look down, and see the Karate kid dodge the snapping jaw of one of the wolves.
>He plants a back kick into the side of the wolf's head.
>Dizzy, the wolf fades back into the shadows.
>The other two surround the Jackie Chan wannabe.
>They both charge in, trying to go for his wrists.
>He backfists one, and side kicks the other.
>As the wolves disappear, you bring out [BENZIN] as a Stand.
>An ashy skinned muscleman faces Jet Li. He's decorated in human skulls, on his Grecian sandals, on his knuckles, on the front of his codpiece, on his shoulders, and is even wearing a skull for a helmet, minus the jawbone.
"Let's see if he's as good as he thinks he is."
>[BENZIN] rushes at the Kung Fu man, and starts rapidly throwing as many punches as possible.
>You hear two pairs of battle cries as you witness your Stand fighting the assailant.
>"ATATATATATATATATATA!"
"AUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUF!"

>You're quickly learning [Fortunate Son]'s abilities as you clash your Stand with him.
>Your speed is on par with his,
>But damn, his strikes are powerful.
>You can take it, though.
>You don't strike as hard, but he seems to injure easier.
>Your clash ends when [BENZIN]'s fist and the anon's collide.
>He backs up, and you pull [BENZIN] away from him.
>"You're not bad. We seem to be about equal with each other."
>Like hell you are.
>This guy can't possibly keep it up.
>"I can't tolerate an equal. Only one of us will be the victor!"
>Well, he's right about that.
>You bring about more wolves, having them appear on [BENZIN]'s flanks.
>You can easily outlast this guy. It doesn't matter if he's a kung fu master, his stamina has to give out sometime.

>You watch from the safety of the darkened room.
>Your constructs have surrounded [Fortunate Son].
>You watch for an opening, as you have your constructs attack in waves.
>He might be stronger and more skilled in combat, but he's getting tired. If he's smart, he'll realize that he needs to run away.
>Which brings up a good question.
>Should you pursue?
>...Nah. You don't have any reason to go after him.
>You're sure you'll see him again if he gets buttmad enough.
>He'll probably learn a lesson from this fight, and try fighting you again.
>Next time, he'll bring a flashlight or something to get rid of your constructs.
>That's gonna be annoying.
>...Fuck, now that you think about it, this guy with a flashlight would be a fucking nightmare to fight.
>Yeah, you're not letting him get away now.

>He starts backing up, out of the alleyway.
>You decide to teleport back down to the alley.
>You appear right behind your Stand.
>As [Fortunate Son] fells another wave of constructs, he looks over at you, breathing heavily.
>"What? You get tired of...sending your dogs after me?"
>Your constructs have been pretty dog-like in appearance, haven't they.
"Funny. How long did it take you to think that one up?"
>He takes a deep breath, and gets into a stance.
>"Not as long as...it's gonna take to...put you down."
>Oh, that's rich.
>You laugh in his face.
"You can't be serious right now, Schweinhund. Look at you. You're ragged, out of breath, about to collapse from exhaustion. You're powerful, don't get me wrong, but you're a tank without fuel or ammo. You're about to tap out as is."
>"I still have enough...to take you down.
>You bring a palm to your face.
"Mein Gott, but you are stubborn. Fine. Let's end this."
>With a wave of your hand, you send your constructs forward to attack him.
>To his credit, he's still striking with powerful blows, but your overwhelming amount of constructs is quickly taking its toll on him.
>A scratch here, a bite there, soon enough, he's gonna be too out of shape to continue.
>Only one small problem.
>He's right at the edge of the alleyway.
>It's only a matter of time before he realizes what your weakness is.
>If this continues, he'll be able to prolong the fight, and then the Equestrian guards will get involved.
>That's going to be really annoying.
>You resolve to finish this now.
>A construct managed to grab his arm.
>You focus, mentally telling it to hold his arm and pull him off balance.
>It does, and you will [BENZIN] forward for the final blow.
>[BENZIN] charges forward, drawing back to punch him hard.
>You watch as [Fortunate Son] manages to kick your construct away.
>Shit, he put up his guard at the last moment.
>The force of your blow staggered him back into the street.
>Well, fuck.

>Your opponent now stands in the sunlit area of the street.
>Some ponies are shocked as they witness him fly out from the alley.
>Before you can stop them, your constructs, acting on your previous orders to surround him, rush out into the light.
>They vanish before they canmake any sort of move against him.
>You manage to stop your other constructs, but you see a glint in [Fortunate Son]'s eye.
>He points at you with his cocksure grin returning.
>"So, you can't summon your Stand in broad daylight, can you?"
>...Shit, he figured it out.
>You definitely have to take him down, now.
>But for now, you withdraw your constructs, and your Stand.
>"What? Given up, have you? Admitting defeat?"
>Like hell you are.
>You still have a few tricks up your sleeve.
>You step out into the light, adjusting your cap.
>Jesus, it's bright.
"Well, it looks like you got me."
>Might as well play around a little.
"I obviously can't beat you here, so it looks like you've won."
>Maybe you're wrong.
>Maybe this guy is just looking to prove he's better than you.
>You'll allow him to think so, if that's the case.
>He smirks.
>"In that case, die."
>Or, he could've been sent to kill you.
>Just another reason to bring him down a peg.
>He rushes at you.
>You smirk.
>He doesn't know what's coming.

>He's closing the distance fast.
>But you're ready for him.
>He's right on top of you.
>But out from underneath your Tunic Jacket,a huge fist thrusts forward, colliding with his body, and sending him flying across the street.
>As ponies run away from the fight, some staying to watch from a distance, you saunter up to your assailant.
"Just because I'm in direct sunlight, that doesn't mean I'm completely helpless. I've told you before, the shadows and darkness are where I hold the advantage."
>You open your jacket slightly.
>[BENZIN]'s head is seen, covered by it.
"That includes the shadows on my body."
>You close your jacket, as he staggers to his feet.
"I urge you to reconsider. My constructs only last a second outside of shadows or dim light, but with my speed, I can still outrange you by a wide margin. I can hit you long before you even reach me. And because of the size of my constructs, and the law of conservation of momentum, I can make an attack so large, you won't be able to stop it from pushing you. Even if you have the strength to stop it, it would still take time. And I can easily put you back into the shadows."
>You point a finger at him.
"Give up. You lost this battle before it began."

>You watch as [Fortunate Son] gets on guard, still staggered from your last blow.
"Mein Gott...I'll give you credit, Schweinhund. You certainly have spirit."
>"I still...have a chance."
>God, you feel like Obi-wan in his final battle with Anakin.
>You know what he's up to.
"Don't try it. You will fail."
>He preps himself to rush you.
>Good lord, he's gonna try it.
>He takes off.
>[BENZIN] launches a fist from your jacket.
>He ducks around the fist.
>[BENZIN] throws a second fist from your jacket.
>The motherfucker managed to jump it.
>He's closing fast on you, thinking he's got you cornered.
>"I've got you now!"
>He leaps toward you with a fist drawn back.
>But suddenly, out from under your hat, a third fist appears, slamming down on top of his head.
>It's a wonderful hit. He couldn't dodge, and he never saw it coming.
>Now that he's been disoriented, it's time to bring down the punishment.
"AUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUFAUF!"
>[BENZIN] throws multiple punches in rapid succession, striking [Fortunate Son] fucking everywhere.
>With a final strike, [BENZIN] launches him away.
>As he lands, you adjust your SS cap.
"Auf wiedersehen."
>You depart, leaving him with those words.

[Fortunate Son]
Status: [Retired]