Chapter Gears: Of War
Chris's Blue Morpho energy sapped the strength from Dale's leg and boosted his own strength by 11% at least.
If Chris can hold out long enough, I can get my bow and arrow and aid him, Mighty thought in wincing agony. He crawled over to his weapon, seething greatly.
But Dale Gribble was no ordinary foe. It was known by many that Flamingo Style was one of the deadliest martial arts known to mankind. That was why every country besides Italy had banned its use.
"Plus… I got laser vision on top…" Dale sneered. He then twirled and landed a powerful kick onto Chris's Blue Morpho. Chris shielded with a collection of tendrils, but Dale was so strong that his kick burnt through the tears and singed Chris's shoulder.
Chris stumbled back and charged up again. He then fired off frozen spears of salt at Dale. But Dale's elegance of the flamingo made him impossible to catch with such paltry tactics.
As Dale dodged, he was charging up as well. Once he reached the perfect distance…
FWAM!
Another direct hit to Chris. His Blue Morpho was far from an absolute defense.
"See, this is why we never got along… me and Nelson…" said Gribble as he landed right behind Chris and then shot a laser eye-blast at Chris's back, knocking him on his face and making his dentures fall out.
"CHRIS!" screamed Mighty, finally grabbing his bow and arrow. He quickly lined up the shot.
"No," said Dale as he suddenly appeared right in front of the armadillo. His speed was unmatched.
"How?" Mighty gasped as Dale karate-chopped his bow to teeny tiny bits.
"Nanomachines, son," Dale grinned with vile evil.
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