Fan Fiction: Crossovers
Shadow of the Warrior

  Despite the deafening battle that had just taken place silence reigned as the two legends circled each other like a pair of champion prize fighters. Tracy held his hands up in front of him. He had been in many street fights in his day, while he was not an overly disciplined fighter he was hardened cop and tough enough to trade blows with any thug on the planet. The Shadow kept his hands lower in front of his chest, he was a dangerous man in hand to hand combat. He had faced many a martial artist in his days as a warlord, early on he suffered several severe beatings but with each loss he learned a little more, by the time he became Ying Ko he was deadly in unarmed combat. He also had the benefit of training his body to perfection in his days in Shambala.

  Tracy charged throwing a right hook at the Shadow's head, The Shadow threw up his left hand to block the blow and connected with a right jab to Tracy's face. The blow had no effect on the stone jaw of Tracy as he brought his left hand around to hit The Shadow in the face with a hook, snapping his head to the left. Tracy quickly followed by hitting The Shadow in the face with a right hook causing The Shadow to take a few steps back. Tracy's right hand came swooping at The Shadow again but this time the Shadow ducked and once more struck Tracy in the jaw with an uppercut. Tracy took a few steps back, screamed and charged The Shadow, grabbing him around the waist and ramming him into one of the stone pillars used as the display. Pain shot up The Shadow's spine as his body rocked from the impact. Grabbing The Shadow by the lapels Tracy began to fight the way that had kept him alive as a Chicago cop. He fought dirty. He head butted The Shadow and kneed him in the groin. The Shadow groaned as Tracy punched him in the ribs repeatedly.

  As The Shadow was stunned Tracy took the opportunity to remove one of the Shadow's guns from its holster. As Tracy removed the gun The Shadow grabbed Tracy by the lapels and pulled him face first into the pillar while The Shadow slid to the left of it. He then jumped behind Tracy and delivered three quick strikes to Tracy's kidney's causing his knees to buckle. The Shadow realized he was losing time he had to end this fight quick. He needed to perform the ritual for the coffin and still catch the German with the hand. He backed away from Tracy putting 20 feet between them and stood straight up with his hand next to his remaining gun.

  Tracy turned around surprised his enemy had given him a reprieve. He saw the way The Shadow was standing. "Fine," Tracy said placing the gun he had taken from The Shadow in the holster on his waist. "We'll settle this the old fashion way!"

  It looked like a scene from the Old West taking place in the Ancient East. Two gunslingers preparing to draw their guns and fire at the each other, and only the faster of the two would prevail. Standing 20 feet apart they were stark contrasts to each other. Tracy with his chiseled face and yellow trench coat, The Shadow with his blood red scarf covering his features draped in a black cloak. Tracy a man, an officer of the law, The Shadow a mystery and enforcer of the greater good on a higher level. Tracy mocked "You don't think you can win do you? You pulp magazine reject!" The Shadow's only response was his trademark hollow laugh. Tracy's fingers wiggled next to his gun and he made his move. Before he could point his gun forward a bullet buried itself into his shoulder. Tracy's body spun around as he fell to the ground. He grabbed his shoulder and cursed as The Shadow walked over and kicked him in the face knocking him out but leaving him alive. The Shadow was not here to murder good men but he would wound one to complete his task. He walked over to the coffin and performed the ritual to sending the coffin back to Shambala. He then turned to leave the museum and pursue Pruneface and the hand when he was hit by a psychic wave that nearly knocked him over. For the first time in his life The Shadow felt a small rush of fear. The evil he was sensing was here and the hand was heading right for it.

  The Shadow ran outside jumped into one of the unmarked police cars and headed in the direction that he sensed the hand and the great evil.