The Battle of Artists
Leonardo was quickly approaching the final duo-tower. The villager quickly drew back the bow, but before he could shoot it, Leo drew a mini canon and blasted the tower to smithereens.
“This is bad,” You start pacing back and forth. “This is really bad,”
The king held up his hand, “Calm down boy. He deals with the visual arts, and only art can defeat art.”
The doors of the king tower open. Leo wastes no time, and immediately shoots his mini cannon.
The tower explodes, the king slides down and is about to plummet to his doom.
“Reparo!” The tower suddenly started repairing. You quickly slide down before it repairs and hold the kings hand. The tower was repaired but it got repaired whilst the king was midair. You pull him up, and look down.
A woman in her 40s, hair blonde, spectacles twinkling.
J.K Rowling.
She was holding a pen, and she started writing something in the empty air in front of her.
Leo aimed his mini cannon at her, but just as he was about to shoot, a small mountain (large, but small for a mountain) appeared above him. He aimed his cannon upwards and shot. The volcano blew up, the rocks flinging towards the tower. You braced yourself, but a barrier stopped the rocks.
Rowling started writing again and a dagger appeared. She ran towards Leo, writing mid run. Leo drew a cutlass just as Rowling leapt a humanely impossible feat, and sliced with her dagger. Leo raised his sword to block, but just as the dagger was getting close, it burst into flames. Their blades crashed, and a fire started spreading from the tip of Leos cutlass. He threw the cutlass at Rowling, and Rowling wrote a shield to appear. She ran towards him with a speed that she should not have been able to run.
Leo drew a steel wall in the blink of an eye. He stumbled backwards, and quickly drew a mini-gun just as Rowling leapt above the wall of steel. Rowling widened her eyes, terrified. Leo smiled, aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger.
Rowling threw her dagger at him, and wrote something down whilst raising her shield to protect her skull.
The plethora of bullets flew at Rowling, marking holes in her body. The moment a bullet hit her shield, the bullet exploded with a force that threw Rowling backwards. Leo was surprised, why did the bullet explode?
He dropped the mini-gun and rushed towards where Rowling had fell. She was riddled with holes, barely alive, when she shouldn’t have even lived. Blood trickling down her forehead, spectacles broken, hands clutching her left breast, and pen.
Leo grabbed his mini-canon and shot towards Rowling just as she finished writing something. The canon disappeared just before it hit Rowling.
Leo shot again, but he needed bullets. He drew canon balls and loaded his gun, but by that time Rowling had already drawn a shield. A big sphere shield surrounding her, made of the blackest black. Leo drew a large cannon and started blasting her with all his might, but to no avail.
“Fine, if you wont come out, then I will just kill the king.”
The shield disappeared, showing Rowling writing something.
“I will kill you with my own two hands!” He drew gauntlets and approached Rowling.
Rowling finished writing, and a tiny shield appeared. She frowned.
Leo laughed, “All that writing, for that?” he raised his fists, and hit. Rowling blocked. The sound of metal screeching. Leo couldn’t move. His skin was turning to rock.
“H-how?!”
Rowling smiled. “When you draw, your weapon can be guessed. Predicted. The sword you draw will cut, the canon you drew will shoot a canon.” She put her back on the tower as she sat. “But what I write can’t be guessed. My dagger might shoot bullets, my shield could turn people into rock. I can write abilities to add to my weapon, but you have to draw those abilities. Making you predictable.”
At this point, Leo was rock from the neck down.
Rowling brought up her dagger, “Bam,” and Leo exploded.
Rowling was so tired, so so tired. But from afar, she could see a figure approaching. Hair pink and blue and purple, skin white, a physique that was feminine with a face that looked like a males and females.
Emily They/Them
She tried to stand up, but Emily They/Them raised a finger, a force pushing her back down. Emily They/Them hovered over the air, as energy particles from Rowling were being transferred to Emily They/Them.
“Your bigotry fuels my power,” Said Emily They/Them.
Rowling could feel getting old and sickly, could feel herself draining. And then it stopped. Emily They/Them breathed in, and with a sigh, Rowling was torn like a piece of paper, blood oozing from her sides.
King Georgy looked dismayed. “Release The Compass.”
You look in shock, “M-My liege, are you sure?”
“It’s the only way!”
You shiver, but comply.
“YOU ARE FREE!”
A bright light appeared in the sky, and a figure started floating down, hands open.
Black boots and jacket, pants and shirt. Golden chains, and a pair of unique glasses. Shutter Shades. Mic in hand.
Kanye West.