Chapter Meme: Ivy Toast
"None of you believed me back in the day, but now here it is… The true power of the rings," said Dale, flexing his sunglasses as he eyed the destructive rainstorm of blazes.
"Dale, it doesn't have to be this way…" Tanaka growled, remembering how back in uni, Dale used to be a total scrub at badminton.
Dale took out his plasma rifle and aimed at Mighty. "I'm afraid it's only just begun. Me and the others have teamed up with our new holy emperor Eggtitan. What are you heroes supposed to be but ants beneath his boot?"
Mighty readied an arrow. "I'll take him on. It's obvious he wants me…" he muttered to Tanaka. "The rest of you need to save the Leaning Tower of Pisa before it leans to death."
Tanaka reluctantly saluted and then instructed to the rest of the crew to get moving.
"So, you have friends… but that doesn't make you a legend," said Dale, blasting plasma blasts round after round at high speeds.
Mighty did sick dodges left and right, and countered the fiend by piercing his hat with an arrow. The arrow blew up, revealing Dale's shining scalp. The decaying sun glinted off of Dale's baldness and blinded Mighty.
"You're too weak, armadillo!" Dale laughed as he shoved the back of the rifle right underneath Mighty's ribcage. He then pulled the trigger and the two of them were launched sky high.
Mighty winced in pain as the wind whizzed past his sensitive armadillo ears.
SOCK!
Mighty felt his teeth shatter as Dale delivered a catastrophic punch to the right side of his face.
"What does it mean to be like a god?" asked Dale in a taunting tone. "I'll tell you, armadillo. A god in incomparable…"
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