Chapter Ugly Turnip: Death by Catnip
Silver charged up his abs wildly such that the sun radiated off of them like high-quality solar power.
The crimson-cloaked DOOMER flipped his sword around expertly. He did not seem to be enjoying this skirmish as much as his counterpart, but he still had dat salsa amplified.
"Behold my ab wrath!" screamed Silver as he focused the sun's rays from his abs into his studly jawline and fired a ki blast out of his mouth.
The entire area was engulfed in flames, but the main man still stood unscathed.
I cannot believe this freak's resilience! Silver shouted in his mind. I put everything I had into that attack and he still dodged it with spry ease!
The crimson one flicked his sword again and the leftover fire swirled around it. "Very well. It is now my turn to show off my good looks to you." He slashed and a bolt of flames struck Silver in the center of his boot, killing it.
Silver wept bitterly for his dying boot. He kissed it as it wept alongside him. This death was more impactful than a Klondike Bar's chilling presence against back molars.
"Concede or death will be a reality for all of your companions," said the crimson cloak.
Silver's tears were streaking with ire. He looked up at the cloaked one with teeth grit as if unholy turmoil had ruptured his very core. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a harmonica. He blew into it and a giant whale with beefy abs descended from the heavens.
"Hello, Silver," said the whale. "What is your request?"
"Let's post to the message boards, homes!" Silver quipped as he jumped atop the great leviathan's nose.
"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, babe…" said the whale. It grew arms and legs and unsheathed its golden blade.
"A battle to the bitter end, eh?" said the crimson cloak. "Then I suppose we are all about to resort to the most violent negotiations…" He performed a magic spell with his sword that created a mystic purple portal. Out stepped a giant bird with savage horns and five-hundred tails each with poison-tipped ends.
"Crikey…" muttered Toto, watching the ethereal summons. "This is an era of distress…"
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