Mikey vs August, Part 2

"Flesh Clones: Transfiguration!" August shouts as he launches both of his right arms forwards, his fists bubbling with red Cursed Power, catching Mikey's flaming fist.

"What the…?!" Mikey cries at the grotesque sight.

With his left arm, August punches Mikey in the face, before extending it out to his side. Mounds of flesh begin bubbling out of August's arms, splatting against the ground before molding themselves into two more clones of August.

August's dual clones rush towards Mikey, landing a bombardment of punches and kicks on the unsuspecting Mikey.

"Exploding Flame Bullets: Heat Vortex!" Mikey shouts as flames begin spewing from his free pistol again. Mikey then twirls his pistol around with one hand, enveloping his entire hand in a spiraling column of flames, which incinerates August's dual arms and his clones, forcing all of them off of Mikey.

"Exploding Flame Bullets: Embers!" Mikey shouts as he fires another round of flaming bullets off at August, who counters by bringing his knee up, bubbling with red Cursed Power. August touches both hands to his knee, which are also bubbling with red Cursed Power. After retracting his hands from his knee, two more legs grow out of August's waist.

Mikey cringes at the sight.

"Flesh Clones: Transfiguration!" August shouts as he slams his three legs into the ground, all bubbling with red Cursed Power, which sends August flying into the air, dodging Mikey's bullets.

"Tch! Show off…" Mikey grunts. "I can do that too!"

Mikey then crouches down as he aims the barrels of his dual pistols behind him, Mikey's legs bubbling with flame-red Cursed Power. "Exploding Flame Bullets: Exhaust Pipe!" Mikey shouts as another rush of flames begins spewing out of the barrels of his dual pistols, as Mikey leaps upwards, sending him flying into the air towards August.

"Woah!" August cries as he slowly begins falling through the air.

Mikey continues using his flamethrower to continue flying towards August, August aims his right hand at Mikey, clasping his left hand over it, which begins bubbling with red Cursed Power. August then removes his left hand from his right, as wads of flesh swiftly begin growing from underneath his finger nails, causing them to split off of his hand.

"Flesh Clones: Nail Gun!" August shouts as the force of his flesh wads forcing his nails off of his fingers sends August's bloody nails flying towards Mikey like a gun.

"Piece of cake!" Mikey shouts as he counters by using his exploding bullets to help expertly maneuver through the air, perfectly dodging August's blood nails, before releasing another steady stream of flames, which propels Mikey towards August, yet again.

Once in front of August, Mikey begins twirling one of his pistols around, which still spits flames, using his other pistol to help keep him flying towards August. "Exploding Flame Control: Heat Vortex!" Mikey shouts as he envelopes his entire body in a swirling column of fire. "Phoenix Dive!" Mikey shouts as he slams into August with a flaming tackle, who isn't able to maneuver out of the way mid-air.

"I guess I shouldn't have taken this fight into the air, I just wanted to show off," August winces with an awkward smile.

"Take this seriously!" Mikey roars.

Mikey engulfs his fist in fire and launches a flaming punch at August, who counters by bringing his right arm up, pressing his left hand under his armpit, forming a second right arm, which both begin bubbling with red Cursed Power

"Exploding Flame Bullets: Fire Fist!"

"Flesh Clones: Transfiguration!"

Mikey's flaming fist and August's dual fists then collide in a burst of red Cursed Power on red Cursed Power, the two attacks struggling for dominance.

August then extends his left arm out to his side. A mounds of flesh begin bubbling out of August's arms, molding itself into a clone of August, who latches onto Mikey, forcing Mikey off of August. Mikey attempts to use his flames to stay afloat in the air, but the weight of August's clones drags Mikey down, forcing the two to fall to the ground.

Mikey and August's clones slam to the ground in an explosion of dust. When the explosion subsides, Mikey stands back up, rubbing his bleeding head, while August's clone has long since melted back into a wad of flesh.

August's hands begin bubbling with red Cursed Power as he clasps them together. When August brings his palms apart, a softball-sized ball of flesh rests in his right hand.

"Flesh Clones: Human Missile!" August shouts as he throws the ball of flesh Mikey's way. Mikey counters by aiming the barrels of his dual pistols at the ball of flesh, and firing off another volley of flaming bullets at it. But August's flesh mound begins bubbling with red Cursed Power as well, resisting Mikey's flaming bullet.

"Hell is this thing?!" Mikey snaps.

Once in front of Mikey, August's mound of flesh spontaneously grows into a clone of August, which grabs onto Mikey, wrapping his arms and legs around him tightly.

"What the…get off of me!" Mikey roars.

August's clones then suplexes Mikey into the ground, his head slamming into the floor below him, and exploding in a rush of blood.

August then lands back onto the ground, his extra arms and legs reverting back into his body. "You done already?" August taunts as he strolls over to Mikey, who's still lying on his back on the ground, his head soaked in blood, leaving Mikey's face almost completely red. August then stops before Mikey, crouching down in front of him, and poking his bloody cheek. "Boy, humans sure are frail!" August laughs.

"Who said…" Mikey begins to growl as his eyes flash open, revealing his flame-red pupils.

"Woah!" August cries in surprise as he hops backwards.

"THAT I'M DONE FIGHTING!" Mikey roars as a rush of flames explode out of his body. Slowly, Mikey pushes himself off of the ground and turns to face August again.

"Not as frail as I thought, eh?" August asks.

"DId you really think that you could kill me so easily?" Mikey smirks as he presses the barrel of one of his pistols to the side of his head.

"What are you-" August begins to say, but he's interrupted when a loud bang echoes across the arena as Mikey pulls the trigger of his pistol without a second thought. Mikey's body goes limp for a second, but Mikey manages to stay standing

 "As you saw with my fight against that water Slayer, I was able to wield fire by consuming my pistols' ammo, But that wasn't enough," Mikey explains. "Without my pistols as a conduit, my flames would burn me. So then I thought; "If people like Hachi and the demon can turn their Cursed Power into crap, then why can't it?" I learned to use Cursed Power Barrier to reinforce my body with Cursed Power, Cursed Power Burst to channel my Cursed Power, and Cursed Power emission to shoot it out. So when I turn my Cursed Power into fire, I can create three things: one, blasts of fire. Two; flames around my entire body. And three…"

"Heat-proof armor."

"I was saving this for my next fight in the tournament against the damn demon, but you leave me no choice," Mikey continues.

Mikey's flame-red Cursed Power begins to mold itself to Mikey's body and solidify, taking the form of dark-red, magma-plated armor covering Mikey's body and clothes, from his fists to right below his shoulders, and from his foot to his thigh, and finally, around Mikey's eyes from ear to ear, with crimson horns jutting out of the side of Mikey's head.. Mikey's spikey, flame-shaped hair ignites on fire, no…it becomes fire itself. A steady stream of black smoke spews from Mikey's lips with each breath, as he fixes his bright red eyes on August.

"Crimson Coat."

"Oh?" August asks, with an intrigued smirk.

Mikey then holds his right fist up, which ignites on fire. Mikey brings his left knee high into the air before stomping it back into the ground with a mighty step, forming a small crater in the floor. "Exploding Flame Bullets…" Mikey begins to say as he launches his fist forwards. "...METEOR FIST!" A grand ball of fire rushes out of Mikey's armor-plated hand, flying towards August like the flaming fist of a giant.

"Well, if I created a clone now, I'd just burn to ash," August says to himself with a small smile as he watches Mikey's Metort Fist fly towards him, illuminating August's face in the soft yellow/orange/red glow. "So it looks like I'll just have to rely on that. It's a shame, though…" August sighs. "I've had this body for a while now. I've grown fond of this one."

August does nothing to defend as Mikey's Meteor Fist collides with him, just crossing his arms and tanking the attack. Mikey's Meteor Fist fully envelopes August's body in a grand rush of flames. When the rush of fire subsides, August's completely charred-black and brittle body falls to the ground, crumbling into dust.