The DJ listened to the Agent's speech. He was actually growing terrified. She was so confident. So persistent. Even despite the odds being seemingly against her. And oh, how he hated hearing the very loud cheering for the Agent back from Inkopolis. This made Octavio grow furious. As if he wasn't mad already. He was not going to hold back now. Trying to look like the threatening leader that he must be.
"T-The words of your city mean NOTHING. You're 'bout to get mashed up, you slimy hipster!" He scolds, dipping into the ink puddle around him, as he prepared to fire his rad shutter shade decorated missile at the agent. Truly, he had a way with 3 narrowed her eyes, wondering what Octavio was doing.
At the sight of the larger missile, her eyes widened. She swam out of the way of the smaller missiles that burst apart, shrapnel cutting through the suit and biting into her skin. She winced, but kept her eyes on the real threat. Once it came into range, the agent figured she could try what she did with the fists. She shot at it, hoping that it would stop it and shoot it back at him.
And so it seemed, that had worked again somehow. Yet, the DJ was ready for something like this now. What he was not prepared for, however, was when he smacked the missile right back at Agent 3, one of the fist he'd used exploded. He gave a low grumble, as he realized he only had one more shot at nabbing this little Agent down with that strike. Otherwise, he was going to have to take another one of his own weapons to the face. Maybe he could distract her somehow? Surely if he fired his more, smaller missiles at her she'd have a more difficult time at this. It was now or never, he supposed. And so, he did just that.
Agent 3 was so focused on the larger missile, she had not noticed the smaller ones. She managed to shoot the larger one back in time, but one of the smaller ones hit her and knocked her back. The other one exploded beside her, once again causing pieces of metal to shoot in every direction, some of which sliced into the Hero Suit, causing the Inkling more pain.
The King saw how she was injured. He was not going to fall for that again. To him, it seemed like a trick. A way to get his guard down, and he couldn't allow that to happen.
Though, he began to panic. And he's movements seemed more frantic. He was once again able to successfully knock back another missile attack. But now he had nothing to guard himself with except for the wasabi sticks he had in his hands. If she was able to do that again, the King would have to be ready for a world of hurt. Again.
She couldn't get up in time, but she was able to roll out of the way of the smaller missiles coming at her, despite the pain. Raising her gun again, she shot at the large missile from the ground where she lay. She was already getting tired, and it wasn't nearly over yet! How would she be able to do this? Shaking her head and gritting her teeth, she managed to will herself to get back up. Despite her injuries, once again she was able to hit that missile.
Bracing for impact, the King took his own missile to the face. The impact caused his entire ship to spin. And him, to shout out in pain. "GHRAAAAARGH!" He made a short retreat, just to be able to recover. And began calling out to the Agent as he did. Despite his pain, he took joy in knowing the Killer wail was finally ready to be fired. "You can't handle my spicy wasabi beats!"
Agent 3 stood up, groaning, dusting herself off. She could feel her shirt being stained with her blood, and hissed at the pain that occurred when she moved. Her breathing was heavy, her legs were shaking. Her body was ready to give up, but she was not. She stepped onto the launchpad and changed to her squid form, launching herself to the next section.
Octavio kept up at it with his usual, smaller missiles. Albeit with less accuracy than before. He was going to smother that Inkling no matter what the cost. Then at last, he sent out another fist to crush her. He couldnt forget the Killer Wail though. He was finally able to fire the laser at the Agent. And then a second fist shortly following the first. He was going to have fun with this. There was too many things being thrown at her at once.
Agent 3 panicked, looking for a way out, but it looked like there was none. All the attacks landed where the agent stood, and there was a spray of orange ink that obstructed visual temporarily. When it cleared, Agent 3 was no longer there. All that was there was the splatter of orange ink where she had stood...
