Chapter Knife: Butcher
Chris howled and got into "blast-off" position. He was boutta Jimmy Neutron all over Dale's vile evil.
"Time to root out the sinners of the new age…" snarled Dale, getting into his Flamingo Style pose one last time. "This is the end of the Thorndykes…"
"Dale, my father would not want this of you," Chris seethed. He then dashed forward, his luminous Blue Morpho energy flaring with elegant strife. He concocted a fist with his teary shield and brought forth all of his wrath in a single blow.
POW!
DEATH!
ANGER!
The hit was strong, but still not enough to topple Dale. He just stood there and took the punch on the knee.
"My Flamingo Style might pale in comparison to the legend of the Blue Morpho, but I am still your senior…" said Dale coolly. "You do not yet have the knowhow to wield such a great power."
With that, Dale belched a laser beam from his mouth. It was the old Gribble's ace-in-the-hole. He had a bomb in his stomach and it was made of pure sand
The sand coated Chris's Blue Morpho armour and started to eat away at it. Chris totally forgot about his dreaded sand allergy.
Dale chuckled. "Now let's fight like real men."
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