Chapter Garlic: Swerve
"Nani!?" Dale cried.
The dust from the cataclysmic laser blast had finally begun to settle. Amidst the thick smog of brimstone stood the faint figure of a human.
But there was something quite… inhuman about it…
As Mighty's eyes adjusted, he saw it as well.
"Chris…" Mighty whispered.
Dale took an excited step backwards, but right before he could take another, his ankle was seized by a ghastly tentacle. Dale slipped and fell flat on his back.
"No more…" said the figure. He stepped out of the fog, revealing a true new horror. Chris Thorndyke was surrounded by an ethereal presence of streaking white energy.
JUST GOT WICKED!
Well, I can't explain this little man… taken over
Can't explain the way that… I FEEL!
"His tears have melded with his outer aura…" Mighty observed. "It's even stronger than just a ductal overflow. This is Chris's true power at its finest!"
The teary shield around Chris was fluent with the chaos deep in the darkest pits of his very core. It circulated his body and limbs and extended further outwards. Chris looked like an amoeba that had just joined the dark side.
"Of course," Dale snickered, dropping his glasses back into place. "This is the ancient energy technique passed down through the Thorndyke bloodline… Blue Morpho…"
"Buruu… Mo-Moo…fou?" Mighty stuttered, still in shock.
"I learnt it through examining my grandfather's blueprints in his lab. It was what he used to transform himself into a robot," explained Chris. "I kept it a secret until now because I didn't want to make my friends cry…" He then yanked on Dale's ankle and popped the leg right out of its socket.
"Heh!" Dale stood up and flexed on the one remaining leg. "As you might have heard, I studied the Flamingo Style of martial arts back when I lived here in Italy during 1983." He got into a killer battle stance. "You ain't got a chance even with that fancy bloodline of yours, kid!"
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