Snake is armed with his MGS1 sneaking suit, which is designed to keep it's wearer dry, and warm, as well as completely silencing all footsteps and offering limited ballistics protection.
Snake's weaponry consists of CQC knife, PSG-1 Sniper Rifle, Mk .23 SOCOM handgun, Stinger missiles.
ROUND 1: Fight takes place in the sewers of Arkham Asylum.
ROUND 2: Fight takes place in the tank hangar of Shadow Moses Island.
Snake. With all that equipment? No problem. Batarangs effect Croc. I'm not sure his level of invulnerability, but if he's bullet proof, I'd a say a sniper round is still going to pierce his hide. With the stingers forget about it.
Solid Snake runs through the sewers of Gotham City. The city has been struck by a terrorist attack worse than any attack by the so called super villains.
Terrorists calling themselves the Guns of the Patriots had launched an electromagnetic pulse bomb in the heart of Gotham. Three hundred people had been killed in the initial explosion but the real casualty was electronics. Every electronic device in Gotham was now non-functioning and the city was in chaos.
Snake's objective is the new Metal Gear built by Wayne enterprises. A Metal Gear is a large legged machine designed to launch nuclear warheads. This new Metal Gear is different because it is entirely non-lethal. The machine is designed to destroy other Metal Gears and shoot down nuclear missiles without loss of human life.
Metal Gear Wayne is hidden in a vault deep beneath Wayne Tower, shielding it from the EMP blast. It's Snake's job to get to that Metal Gear before it's stolen by Lex Luthor's mercenaries, by the Guns of the Patriots and the Joker. All of these groups want their hands on that Metal Gear and Snake needs to hurry. The sewers offer the most direct route to the Metal Gear Wayne.
Snake suddenly reaches a heavy steel door. Snake grabs at the opening mechanism but finds that it is rusted shut. Out of curiosity, he looks through a glass porthole in the door. All of the sudden, a giant monster shoots from the shadows on the other side of the door.
Howling like a demon, the monster on the other side of the door throws a punch at the porthole. A giant scaly fist smashes through the porthole made of three inches of
Jumping back, Snake pulls out his SOCCOM pistol and fires three bullets through the glass. Seconds pass and the silence is deafening. Snake isn't sure if his shots killed the monster behind the door.
Suddenly he can hear it; a deep inhaling noise. It dawns on him; the beast is sniffing the air. After a few more sniffs, a chilling, rasping voice issues from the darkness. "I've got your scent," it warns.
Snake can hear a bit of splashing and then silence. The sewers are more direct but this is Gotham; there are no safe places.
Gun drawn, Snake takes an alternate route. The lighting is bad in these sewers, one of every three lights are working and those that work are on their last legs. It's like a modern day version of Paris's catacombs. These watery tunnels are nothing but massive graves where human remains lie buried in mud and shit. In the darkness, homeless people knife each other over a scrap of bread or a single cigarette. Graffiti of the most obscene order marks the chronicles of the denizens of this underground hell.
As Snake runs, he can hear something. Periodically he can hear the sound of water being disturbed and he can hear that deep sniffing. He's not being chased; he's being hunted. Quickly, his path takes him across deep water which can only be crossed by a series of old floating platforms.
The sniffing stops but Snake is still on high alert. Here the lighting is worse and the sound of dripping is oppressive. The air is so cold and muggy that you might feel that you could suffocate.
Suddenly, Snake stumbles on a man who's walking on water and it's not Jesus Christ. It's Vamp, the Romanian knife expert. The pale, shirtless man looks right at home in this crypt like environment. Vamp doesn't even move when Snake shoots him in the head.
To Snake's surprise, Vamp shrugs off the round to the brain and the wound instantly heals. The other man grins vampishly. "I have been given a gift, my friend. Now, I am afraid that I've been sent to stop you. It's a pity you have to die."
Snake isn't worried about fighting an enemy that's immune to bullets and can walk on water; it's all part of his job. But as Vamp got ready to throw some sharp, shiny steel, Snake saw something move in the murky water.
Exploding with the speed of a crocodile, two massive arms as thick as some people's entire bodies shoot from the water and sharp claws dig into Vamp's flesh. Stunned and shocked Vamp stabs at one of those scaly hands before he is dragged into the water with a splash.
Reigning in his panic, Snake takes his pistol and fires into the murky water. The bullets penetrate the water but no blood stains that stygian black.
Snake realizes that his gun is empty. Suddenly, the wooden platform that he stands on begins to shake and it isn't long before the super spy is sprinting like lighting to the next platform.
Not a moment too soon, because as soon as Snake's feet leave the rotted wood that it splinters into a million pieces. As Snake runs, each platform behind him is shattered by his underwater attacker.
At the final platform, Snake takes a flying leap and onto solid ground. With lightning speed far above the reflexes of an average human, the magazine in his gun in ejected and a fresh one popped in. If that monster so much as set foot in front of Snake, it'll find its brain full of .45 calibre slugs.
Snake waits patiently but there is no sign of the monster. Hopefully it will eat Vamp and then take a long nap. He's late as it is and Solid Snake can afford no more distractions.
The smell is killing him; it's only gotten worse since he got here. He has no idea how the crocodile man can stand it down here. In one of the well lit spots, Snake spots an object; it is Vamp's head.
Killer Croc dragged Vamp into the water and ripped off his head before dumping it here. There is no sign of the rest of Vamp's body.
As Snake gets closer to the grisly item, Vamp's eyes fly open. Agony is etched across his features, tempered by great weakness. The nano-machines that give him his incredible abilities are keeping him alive but only just. The pain he's experiencing must be incredible. Slowly he opens his mouth in a kind of noiseless scream. Pleadingly, Vamp mouths for Snakes to help him.
Snake is not so accommodating. "There is no way I'm helping a living head. Go join a sideshow." He then kicks the head into the shadows. Let the bastard rot.
No sooner does the head disappear then Killer Croc makes his entrance. The grotesque man smashes through a flimsy brick wall, roaring like an animal possessed. Croc tosses a manhole cover at Solid Snake. It whizzes through the dust raised by Croc's explosive entrance.
Snake nimble avoids what could have been a bone shattering, organ splattering blow, but in the process the flying metal disc knocks his pistol out of his hand.
Looming out of the murk like a rampaging elephant, Croc runs at Snake while swinging a ten pound sledge hammer. Swinging the heavy weapon, he demolishes a thick metal pipe that would have taken Solid Snake hours to demolish.
The ruptured pipe spews steam as Croc raises his weapon for the kill. Snake rolls out of the way as the sledge hammer hits where he was with enough force to shake the poorly built ceiling.
Arm thrusting out with blurred quickness, Snake slashes at Croc with the CQC knife. The blade draws blood from Croc but the cannibal's thick hide partially negates the damage. Anyway, all that small leg wound does is infuriating Croc.
Snake's life is saved by the lightweight body armour he wears. Croc's tosses a punch at Solid Snake that sends him flying back thirty feet. The landing is painful and without his special ops training, Snake would be incapacitated.
Croc charges again and Snake realizes that the knife is going to be useless against a brute like that armed with a sledge hammer. Snake does something insane, he charges at Croc. Like an acrobat, Snake jumps into the air and lands on Croc's back.
Wrestling an actual crocodile would be easier than this and Snake hangs on with all he has while at the same time avoiding those sharp claws.
Suddenly Snake is thrown off the creature's back, but now he has enough time to get to his Sniper rifle. The weapon isn't designed for the close quarter's action of the sewers but it will have to do.
Croc's yellow eyes narrow and his ears perk at the metallic click of a weapon cocked. He may be an animal but he's an animal who knows to avoid bullets. Defiant of his size, Croc charges for cover as Solid Snake opens fire.
The sniper bullets rip through a metal bulkhead and give Croc a wound but the bestial man keeps running. And just like that, Croc has vanished into the maze of the sewers.
Snake is once more just left alone. A thin stream of smoke comes off of his sniper rifle. The stench of the sewer is mixed with burnt gunpowder.
Croc shoots out from cover and this time he's armed. In either hand is a Tommy Gun, looking absurdly small in his big mitt. Croc doesn't even bother to aim; he just empties two of the fifty round drums into the general area where Snake is.
Hot lead flies at the spec ops agent. In order to dodge the unstoppable spray of firepower, Snake is forced to drop his stinger missile. No matter how much body armour he's wearing, Snake won't survive getting hit.
The muzzle flare from the machine guns glistens off of Croc's long fangs.
Suddenly, Solid Snake does something that only he is capable of doing. He takes his Sniper rifle and fires a bullet right up one of the barrels of Killer Croc's Tommy Guns.
Croc howls in pain as his Tommy Gun explodes in his hand. He continues to fire at Snake but the prey fires a bullet that destroys the ammo drum and makes his other gun useless.
With his sniper rifle, Solid Snake draws a bead right between Croc's eyes. For a split second, he looks into Killer Croc's inhuman yellow eyes. For the span of a millisecond, both warriors can see into one another's eyes and into the other man's soul. There is Snake, a man who has chilled his soul to subzero temperatures to stunt the growth of any emotion or feeling that would interfere with the job. And then there is Croc, a man who for his whole life has experience constant pain and torment until finally it transformed him from a bad man into an outright monster.
Snake's finger tightens on the trigger and the bullet flies free, but Croc has already jumped out of the way; he can feel the hot wind off the heavy slug. Staying low to the ground, Croc charges at Snake and barrels into the other man; the impact shatters Snake's sniper rifle.
Solid Snake writhes in the grip of Killer Croc. Croc tries to get a good grip on Snake but it's like grabbing sand, the harder you try the harder it gets. This isn't easy for Snake because Croc used to be a wrestler of some skill.
Snake's entire field of view is filled with Croc's hungry maw. That stinking breath reeks of ketosis and rotten flesh. That spine chilling rasping voice issues again. "Tick-tock, feed the croc!" Croc lunges with his fangs at Snake's neck—
—only to be stopped by a blow to the throat from Snake. Croc gasps and sputters, reaching for his bruised throat and allowing Snake the clearance he needs to escape.
Breathing heavily, Snake spots the stinger missile. Against Killer Croc, such a weapon would be overkill, but being unable to get his pistol, it's the only choice.
As Croc regains his breath, he sees Snake run. That's not a good thing. In Killer Croc's mind, only one thing runs: food. Getting up and ignoring the pain in his throat, the scaly skinned man charged his considerable bulk at Snake. Rage fills his damaged mind.
Snake's objective is so close, but so is Killer Croc. Ducking down, Snake causes Killer Croc to trip over him.
Croc bellows as he stumbles over Snake, arms wind milling over his head and slamming face first into a concrete wall. Croc was tough as nails but he still felt pain. Head swimming, he spat out a tooth that got knocked free. Then he remembered what happened and he ground his jaws in fury.
Reaching down, Croc grabs the stinger missile and aims it at the still disoriented Snake. The missile missed Snake because Croc had no skill with the weapon and only mediocre aim with guns in general.
The missile hit a wall and behind that wall was a Lexcorp explosive device. The compound explosion ripped through everything and for Solid Snake everything blacked out.
Snake comes too quickly. He's half hanging over a ledge. Below him is what looks like a bottomless drop into one of Gotham's many abandoned cisterns. Groaning in pain, Snake shoved rubble off of himself.
That was a powerful explosion and he's not surprised that it blew a hole in the street above. Sunlight streams through; going through the sewers will no longer be an option because all the tunnels are blocked off.
A bit of luck manifests; Snake has found his SOCCOM pistol. The gun feels good in his hand even though a few of his fingers are broken. His trigger finger is okay.
A bit of bad luck also manifests. Killer Croc explodes out of the rubble and bites down on Snake's shoulder. Blood streaks down through the torn suit of Snakes.
Desperately trying to get the teeth out of his body, Snake lunges forward but this action sends him over the edge. Wordlessly, Snake goes over the edge.
Nostrils flaring, Croc seems startled that his prey got away. Uneasily, he looks over the edge.
And just like that, two legs shoot from the abyss and wrap themselves around Croc's neck. Caught off guard, Croc is caught off balance. With is strength he could easily pry Solid Snake's legs off his neck, but he can't do that and keep his balance at the same time.
Screams of anger mixing with terror, Snake pulls Croc off the ledge and into the bottomless cistern. Croc screams until eventually his voice just fades away into the bottomless dark. If this is like any other of Gotham's abandoned cisterns, it'll be dry and Croc will face a deadly landing.
Solid Snake hangs from an out thrusting piece of rebar by one hand; his gun in the other. Killer Croc is dead, beaten by Solid Snake. Before pulling himself up, Snake screams in victory.
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