Chapter Plaques: Knick Knacks
Mighty fell like a meteor and made a crater that sunk the entire city of Venice. Dale landed on Mighty's chest with shoe-pain and punched the armadillo lad in the face several times over.
"You…" Mighty seethed. "All of you who oppose justice will pay dearly, Dale!"
Dale spat at the measly threat and pointed his gun at Mighty's forehead. "Night, night, hero boy…"
But just then, a powerful blast of water collided with Dale's shooting hand and knocked the gun so high into the sky that it hit a bird. The bird exploded because it had swallowed a grenade earlier; as a result, Dale's rifle was vaporised in an instant.
"Dartmouth!" Dale cursed. "I paid great sums of cash for that beauty!" He turned to the bearer of liquid projectiles. He cocked a sly grin as soon as he recognised his new challenger.
Chris Thorndyke stood at the intersection of First and Second. The lamppost to his left was bent out of shape and the sidewalk was a shoddy collection of gravelly rubble. Chris's face was contorted, as if he was holding back decades of tears.
Mighty turned weakly to face Chris. "I thought I told you and the others to go!"
Chris shook his head furiously. The force weakened his ducts and several globs of tears began streaming down his cheeks. "Mighty, you are very much like Sonic. Sonic is my main priority and my soul's keenest desire. Therefore, I cannot and WILL NOT abandon you!"
"This dope is in over his head…" Dale chuckled, stepping off of Mighty and approaching the tearful rich kid.
"I'm not afraid of you, Dale Gribble," Chris boomed with a voice-crack.
"Sometimes fear ain't the only winning factor, kid," Dale sneered. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of sand. In a flash, he flung the microscopic pebbles into Chris's eyes, drying them up instantly. "Where's your superpowers now, Thorndyke?"
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