I have lost my internet until Friday, so as compensation, here is the new section. A day early! Also, not worry! I counted any votes I received today!
(The Arena)
Everyone seemed to still be fairly active in spite of the additional minute imposed upon them for rest. That is with the exception of Ganondorf, who was still fending off both Chizuru and Teruko. Thankfully, the student hadn't gotten any better with a sword than the last section, and Chizuru wasn't quite getting in enough to really cause damage. Still, they were persistent.
But then the spotlight found its way to the entrance curtain once more. Most of the remaining survivors stopped what they were doing and got prepared to face a new batch of fighters. Starting with…
"ELEVEN!" (SFV-VI)
The Secret Society's prototype, one of many to be exact. It stood aimlessly on top of the entrance ramp before a voice came on through its ears. The voice of Urien.
"Alright you little duplicitous sack of plant food! Make yourself useful! Try and last long enough until I enter, so start off with someone low level. Like that blond girl in the dress, she should make a fine little warm-up… Heh Heh. Now go!" Urien barked.
Eleven nodded at it's new orders, then leaped down the steps into the ring. It's bright green eyes scanned around for its assigned target.
Terra's eyes were fixated on the drawing on the floor, made by her of course. Having taken a page out of Aerith's book. The drawing was of her and the children of Mobliz, peacefully going about life in the village as a family of sorts.
The half-Esper smiled lovingly at the picture and was about to continue when a white humanoid being walked over to her.
Terra cocked her head to the side. "Do you wish to fight?"
As a response, Eleven morphed it's body to be identical to Terra's in every way except for the lack of color. Holding up the sword it now held and pointing it at Terra. "Have what it takes to smash the mirror?"
Terra slinked back, a tad unnerved by the humanoid's transformation. "Okay, that is definitely up on the list of weirdest things I've ever seen."
"STORM!" (MN:ROTI)
The first of a dozen Marvel characters to enter, the crowd wouldn't shy away from offering Ororo Munroe thunderous cheers. The mutant would remain humble and simply smile in gratitude while manipulating the winds to allow herself to float.
"Many worthy challengers…" Storm mused upon landing in the ring. A few piqued her interest greatly like Chizuru or Aerith, but in her mind there were only two she knew she couldn't leave unattended. And since one was already occupied, that left…
"… but only one impurity to cleanse." Her mind was made up at this point. She eyed JP and floated over.
To his credit, the leader of Amnesia did not falter whenn he was approached by the mutant. In fact he was courteous, bowing in her presence.
Storm just narrowed her eyes. "Do not think I have not heard of your deeds. Framing an innocent man, plundering money to satiate your greed. A sin, which will be your downfall."
JP lightly shook his head and ignited his arm in Psycho Power. "I have heard these words so many times I have lost count. But if it will weather your mind. Let us put up our dukes for a duel."
Storm raised her arms, summoning a strike of lightning that crashed through the roof into her hands. She then summoned rays of electricity to surround both her and JP.
"You will shrink in the face of Nature's wrath!"
"ROB!" (SSB)
The toy robot shot out lasers from his lens as a way to hype up the crowd upon his entrance. It worked to a mild effect, elevating the sound of the crowd by a smidge. ROB was satisfied and pumped his arms up before gliding down using his thrusters.
"IT IS PIVOTAL THAT I ASSIST NODAL COMPANIONS. BUT IT APPEARD THAT NEITHER FOX NOR DONKEY KONG REQUIRE ASSISTANCE." ROB said upon entry to the ring. He stood for a few seconds before speaking up again. "THEREFORE I SHALL FIND A TEMPORARY TARGET AS A PASSTIME."
ROB activated his scanners and began looking around. He immediately crossed off his nodal companions for obvious reasons. Then the villains, and their respective fights, after a few moments of analyzing his available options he'd let out a beep and single in on one.
"THE NEWCOMER. THE GREEN-HAIRED WITCH, HE SHALL BE MY FIRST OPPONENT." ROB declared, and made his way over.
"GREETINGS. I REQUEST A FIGHT. I NEED TO GAUGE IF YOUR NODE IS TRULY WORTHY OF BEING HERE! WHAT WITH THE MYSTERY SURROUNDING YOUR INCLUSION." ROB said to the green-haired teen.
Edric cocked his head to the side and leaned toward ROB, a suspect look on his face. "What about our inclusion? We were here the whole time! Honestly, I don't get why everyone is so up in arms about us being here…"
ROB shook his head. "THAT IS SIMPLY NOT CORRECT. YOUR RESPONSE HAS ME QUESTIONING IT EVEN MORE. I NOW SUSPECT FOUL PLAY, AND AS SUCH YOU AND YOUR PRIMITIVE FASHION SENSE SHALL BE ELIMINATED SWIFTLY!"
Edric blinked in shock, and let his eyes fall down over his clothes. "W-What about my fashion sense? And you're one to talk! Naked robot!"
ROB stood in place again. And then once he finally spoke up. "NEGATIVE. ROBOTS HAVE NO NEED FOR CLOTHES. AND I BECAME A JUDGE OF FASHION DUE TO MY ABILITY TO NOT DISPLAY BIAS AND BE SUBJECTIVE ON THE MATTER OF CLOTHES. BLAME THE PRINCESSES AND BAYONETTA FOR THIS!"
"… Isn't that a bit contradictory…? Oh. Oh! Oh, I'm so going to enjoy dousing you with potions…"
"MINOTAUROX!" (M:TOL -N)
As Ivan Bruel, the gentle giant teen would probably shrink under the sound of the cheering crowd. But as Minotaurox, he had more of a mind to showcase his excitement a bit more. Heroically posing for the fans with his signature mallet.
Upon hitting the ring…. he wouldn't get two steps before he's be immediately flanked by Fang on the Marvelous Queen.
"Hey, buddy. Not to immediately shred your aura of confidence, bu~uuuu.." Fang started, drawing out that last part.
Which immediately confused Minotaurox. "But, what? Spit it out!"
"…~uuuut! Weren't you only shown in your superhero persona for… what? Five minutes? We don't even know what your power is!"
Minotaurox huffed, which actually caused steam to pump out of his nose. "It's the power of Resistance! I can make myself impervious to any power or attack!"
Fang leaned in with curiosity. "Really, now? Well then how's about we put that to the test, huh?"
Minotaurox smirked. "You're on!"
(Hotel; 30th Floor)
"Sorry, sorry!" Vyse apologized profusely to a very angry Felicia who was changing. He shut the door and turned to the rest of the Security Team, who all rescinded from their own ventures looking through the many rooms on this floor.
"We're changing course with each new development. I cannot say that staying here to check the rooms for the General was a sound decision." Luna said.
Steve couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, no kidding. At least we had the brains to send Sindel up ahead to check her floor…"
Vyse shook his head. A little down on the failure of his plan. "You're all right. Well, this was a busy. We have to get down to the restaurant for our little 'friend' to help us locate Terra Snapdragon."
Soren leaned in with a sheepish look. "Doesn't need to be said that we could've been done that already. But it ain't going nowhere! So not like we lost anything! Let's head down there…!"
The sound of swirling wind would emerge from within Soren's armor. Vyse immediately took note of Darrius' sudden head turn to where it was coming from.
"Oh, Soren! It's coming from..!"
Soren nodded. "Me. Yeah, yeah, don't worry Vanille. I got that little trinket right…"
The amulet he held started to glow, and a projection of a man appeared on the center of the gem.
"Nitara, Darrius, Sareena! I have confirmation on the eliminated seating. It is secure like the restaurant." The man started, then his look soon turned sinister. "Perfect place for the second of our Soul Stealers. For the last two we are eyeing the nodal locker rooms. After all, a few of the nodes sheer size dwarf a majority of the others. We'll be sending others to secure these areas. For now, focus on the new task of luring unsuspecting fighters to the restaurant. Miss Snapdragon will take care of the rest."
The man waved his hand and the projection disappeared. Along with the amulet's glow. The Security Team each exchanged looks.
"Split up." Vyse broke the silence. "I'll take Steve and Vanille to have Darrius pinpoint Terra and bring the operation to an end. Soren and Luna go make sure the eliminated seating is secure, then fortify the nodal locker rooms. Go!"
The team went into the elevator, pushing the button to head to the ground floor of the Hotel, where they would disperse upon the elevator door opening.
"MIDNA!" (HW)
Appearing in a burst of dark energy the more recognizable imp-form of Midna appeared before the crowd. With a smile at of the immense cheers she was getting, she gave a sly wave and disappeared again.
"I'll hold him!" Roared Teruko prior to her clashing Hero's sword against Ganondorf's own. With all her strength she was actually able to hold him back long enough for Chizuru to summon a clone that struck him in the face.
"Ha! Take this, dirtbag!"
Taking full advantage of his staggering, she thrusted the sword right into his armored chest. Denting the armor and opening himself up even more….
… And right into Midna's cursed-shackle infused hair. Which grabbed Ganondorf suddenly and tossed him by the side.
Midna laughed. "Oh, sneaking up from behind to toss them away! Never gets old! You know it all too well, don't you?"
Ganondorf immediately sat up at hearing Midna's voice. "You."
Teruko waved off his dramatics. "Shut up." She turned to Midna. "You have a stake in this too?"
Chizuru also turned to face the imp. "Care to assist us?"
Midna shrugged. "He was gonna be my target anyway. I'd be happy to help out."
Ganondorf groaned.
"And now, Mystery… Fighter… Number… FIVE!"
"RYOKO!" (World Heroes)
Those remembering the first three Megamix Tournaments immediately jumped to give the brunette martial artist a decent-sized cheer out of nostalgia.
Ryoko couldn't help but blush and wave back at the crowd. But she tried to get back in the zone a moment later. "Come on! Now isn't the time to look red! A fourth Megamix Tournament is coming, and it doesn't look like we're getting an invite…"
Right. That fact, that unfortunate fact. "But it doesn't mean I can't still come out here and do my best! For my node! And for D!-san!"
Finishing her pep talk, Ryoko sprinted down the ramp and leapt in. Looking over everyone left, she mulled it over before deciding Aerith would be her opponent.
Aerith was thinking over ideas for another drawing when Ryoko came over. "Oh! Fancy seeing you here! It's been a while since you've been at these tournaments, hasn't it?"
Ryoko nodded. "Far too long! I'm a pretty lucky girl to get the invite to come here. But now that I am, I won't back down. Since you're the fighter with the most eliminations so far, I'm challenging you first."
Aerith picked her staff back up. "I accept. Let's see if you've lost your step."
"E. HONDA!" (SFV-VI)
Street Fighters resident sumo practitioner gave a hearty laugh and smirk to the cheering crowd. For some reason he seemed to be in a rather good mood.
With a smile still plastered on his face he charged down into the ring. Where once inside he would… ignore the rest of the previous fighters and turn back to face entrance curtain.
Tails, who was going to offer to challenge him first, flew over and tapped his shoulder. "Uh, is there a person you're wanting to fight already?"
E. Honda passionately nodded. "Oh, quite! Someone who I can certainly put my sumo to the test with!"
The two-tailed Fox would slowly nod. "O~oookay? And who would that be?"
"HINAKO SHIJO!" (KOFXV)
"Oh." Tails immediately realized what the smiling and uncontained excitement was about and sauntered off dejectedly.
The petite blonde respectfully waved a few times to the crowd with a smile. It had been a while since her last UVR, but she thought it nice that she hadn't been forgotten!
"Back in the fray, DLC, but back in nonetheless! I will tell no lie in that it feels great!"
That was when she noticed who stood at the bottom of the entrance ramp waiting for her. A figure who immediately made her drop her usual composed demeanor.
"And it's about to get even better!"
Hinako raced down the ramp as fast as she could, jumping over the ropes to greet E. Honda at the bottom.
"Oh my gosh! THE E. Honda! And he wants to fight me first!" She gushed with a wide-eyed look. E. Honda only smiled in response.
"You got that right. It'll be a first! Two sumo wrestlers in the ring at the same time. Now let's see how well your sumo holds up!" E. Honda asserted as he got into stance.
"It would be my pleasure!" As did Hinako.
"FUJIN!" (MK)
The unchanged wind god conjured a tornado in front of him as a means of playing to the crowd. When he was done he dissipated it and caused a surge of wind that blew to each side of him.
Like with Storm before him, Fujin elected to enter the ring through summoning a small tornado that carried him down to it.
Before he could decide on whom to fight first, Tails made the choice for him by flying over. The fox had another curious look on his face.
"It's really a great turnaround. From debuting in a terrible game with a boss fight that has an incredibly cheap trick to becoming a playable character with cool powers and an expanded backstory that adds to your coolness."
The wind god briefly tensed at the mention of Mythologies. Wasn't a great debut, but when is one ever. The kid was only making an observation after all, and he had to admit the giant tornado WAS a cheap trick.
Fujin did a small smile at Tails. "We all come from humble beginnings." He put a hand out to feel the gravitation. "It seems gravity has been restored. With that in mind would you consider a fight?"
Tails nodded. "You bet! Another practitioner of the wind! How could I pass that up!?"
Before they began, Fujin couldn't help but ask something he had on his mind. "What was going on last section. What with your odd breakdown?"
Tails shifted his eyes. "You really want to know? For starters, it sounds like there's something weird going on outside the arena."
Fujin couldn't help but chuckle. "Weird. Well, I've had my dose of weirdness. Try having your brother be replaced by a younger, mortal version of himself."
(Dome; Restaurant)
"Yes, yes, Shang Tsung. The project over here is showing great promise! Seeing as I can speak to you aloud without a concern!" Adrian boasted to the amulet in his hands. Ignoring the fact that the restaurant was near deserted at this time.
The sorcerer grinned in delight. Satisfied at the answer. "Your illusion work is excellent, Adrian. Being able to act in plain sight without a care in the world, truly, I have not erred in picking you three for this task."
The illusionist waved the compliment off, setting his gaze to a nearby table where one Mighty the Armadillo was shown drinking Terra's tea while giving him a strange look. The Plant witch immediately coming over and uttering her phrase in his ear.
"Please. You flatter us. So while we're mass producing minions for yours truly, are your own allies getting to work finding some suitable vessels for the Soul Stealers?"
The sorcerer nodded. "Indeed they are. If you could, do try to get anyone of great power to drink Terra's brew. It could make our lives a lot easier."
Adrian rolled his eyes playfully. "You say that like we're not already on it. Oh! I think I have to check on how Kikimora's doing with the Abomaton's and preparing the Soul Stealers. Get back to you soon, bye~eeee!"
He hung up the call, Terra and Vitimir came to him expectantly. "You didn't mention our little incident with Raine earlier, did you?" Terra inquired.
Adrian huffed. "Hmph. Give me some credit, Terra. You think me a fool to relay possibly damning info to our boss!? He doesn't need to know, besides…"
He'd walked past the counter and into the kitchen, stopping at a door labeled accordingly for the janitor. Opening it revealed a tied-up Raine, still unconscious.
"We already have the situation handled."
(The Arena)
"JOKER!" (SSB)
Tossing his knife in on hand, and brandishing a pistol in the other. The leader of the Phantom Thieves adjusted the collar of his sleeve and gave a smirk to the cheering crowd. With one final flourish of his jacket, Joker raced down the entrance ramp.
Spinning in his jump over the ropes for extra effect, Joker held up both his pistols and gazed around.
"Hmm, all the other villains are occupied, and the others in wait are nodal companions…." He pondered while casting an eye toward the entrance ramp.
After a few more seconds Joker nodded to himself and deciding to take the E. Honda approach, turned to face the entrance curtain. His decision made to fight whoever emerged next.
"GARLAND!" (D:FF)
The man, the myth, the legend. The original Final Fantasy villain in his entirety, Garland. The crowd arguably wouldn't give him a response befitting such a status, but he obviously didn't care one but about that. Slowly and methodically making his way to the ring.
And obviously, waiting for him was Joker, who went back to tossing a knife in his hands while sizing the dark knight up.
"You'll do quite nicely. After all, if that woman could beat you with nothing but her fists…"
Garland's armor shook in anger. "Silence! If you wish to anger me to your own peril I will gladly expose you to a never-ending cycle of torment and suffering!"
Joker nodded away. "Yes, yes, I know how you're story goes. Hard not to, revolutionary as it was for the time. It was pretty barebones for a story now, was it not? But, to unapologetically burst your bubble…"
A mischievous smirk then graced his features.
"Did you think I'd come alone?"
"And now, Mystery… Fighter… Number… SIX!"
"RYUJI SAKAMOTO!"
Silence followed the announcement.
"Um…. RYUJI SAKAMOTO!"
More silence. The sound of a palm slapping a forehead and a faint "I'm an idiot…" could be heard the microphone.
"SKULL!" (Persona 5)
(BURN IT DOW~WWWWWN!)
Emerging from the entrance ramp was what most would recognize as Joker's fellow Phantom Thief, Skull. Simple enough.
What they didn't recognize at first was the gaudy ensemble he had on over his usual outfit. An incredibly expensive and tacky looking wool coat with shades over his mask. Not helped with his very overactive dancing. All of this accompanied by a very fast-paced rock number.
(Whoa-O~ooooOoooooh!)
When this part in the song came, Skull turned his back and swayed his fingers with the crowd echoing the vocals like a conductor.
When it finished and the next part was a very sporadic riff of heavy guitar playing Skull ran down the ramp and hopped into the ring. Immediately rushing over to Joker's side.
The Phantom Thief could only stare incredulously at his teammate after that entire display.
"What the hell was all that?"
Skill ditched the additional components of his outfit, the coat and shades, to which both fell into the portal. He would then answer Joker's question with a smirk.
"Just payin' tribute to a favorite wrestler of mine-Seth Rollins! Got that there host to hook me up! Pretty stellar, right!?"
Joker winced slightly. "Great was not the word I'd use to describe that."
Garland then interjected. "That is quite enough! I don't know what that was, but if you are partners then consider my offer amended to include you both! I, Garland! Will knock you both down!"
Skull just blinked at the threat, as did Joker.
"Man, was that the best you could come up with? No wonder you get beat so easily!"
(Dome; Halls outside Recovery Room)
Heathcliff groaned as he ripped off the various bandages and wraps afforded to him by the various characters running the Recovery Room. He hadn't the time to sit around and wait, he had to check out that restaurant.
He wasn't quite sure why he was so keen on seeing this through. The man knew he was never one for brainteasers or plots. Especially not with instructions as vague as 'don't drink the tea'. Even now he questioned his choice.
Ah, maybe it was the events of just a few months ago. When… no, no, he couldn't bring it up. It was buried away six feet under now. No need to bring it up and feel sorry for himself now.
The Sinner had put a good deal of distance between him and the Recovery Room when he heard a sound. The faint sound movement. Immediately he brandished his bat and hung it behind his back
"Bogtrotter. Make it easier for yourself and come on out! Fight me man-to-man, yeah? I'll have you coughing up daisies in just a moment!"
Heathcliff stood on guard, not shrinking for even a second as he looked every which way. But it was when he took his eyes off his back for just a moment when a joined fire and ice blast caught him across the chest.
The Sinner cried out in pain as he fell forward, gritting his teeth and turning to find his attacker eyeing their weapon. Or rather attackers.
"Going somewhere? We aren't jobbers. And we'll prove it! This guy from a niche node doesn't stand a chance!" The one in orange said.
"Agreed, brother. We'll show Shang Tsung we can do the job better than those MK rip-offs!"
Heathcliff stood to his feet, shifting his eyes from side to side between the two KE ninjas.
"You two just committed suicide."
"KROHNEN MCDOUGALL!" (KOFXV)
The former NESTS team member, as well as the former K9999 adjusted his goggles with a huff. He'd then tune out the crowd to skim over the ring for an opponent.
"Still a few options left, that's a relief. No need to have to make my own way in."
Brashfully, Krohnen would wind up and dash down to the ring. Gliding in with a wide leap before making a beeline to Kuai Liang.
The Shirai Ryu founder finally got the last of that ink off his face. With a sharp growl, he made a mental note to go after the middle Blight, what with the blue-haired figure approaching him now.
Krohnen morphed his polymorphic arm into a drill and lunged forward to Kuai Liang. The pyromancer pulling out his kusarigama and swinging it at him only to get caught in the drill.
Kuai Liang disappeared in a puff of fiery smoke and then reappeared to Krohnen's side. Decking him in the face with a punch.
"Fuck." Krohnen muttered as he regained his balance. "That won't happen again."
Scorpion pulled his kusarigama back to him. "On the contrary, I can see it happening many times over."
"Oh, yeah? Well let's not waste time standing around to find out!"
"KATYA!" (TOH)
The well-liked food romance fanfiction author came out writing another one of her stories while dressed in her CATT's attire. She was so wrapped up in her fanfic that she hardly noticed the cheers she was getting.
"What should I call a poly relationship between a carrot, onion, and celery? Hmm…. Oh! Mirepoix! I am so good at this!"
Still absentmindedly wrapped up in her food romance fanfiction, Katya walked nearly to the edge of the ring and into the ropes if she wasn't stopped by Fox.
"Watch out! Be pretty embarrassing if someone got eliminated before all thirty fighters were in." Chided Fox when he pulled Katya by her shirt back from the ropes. He immediately took notice of the food love in her book.
"What are you writing about?"
Katya looked down to where his eyes laid and gave a cheeky smile. "Oh, this? This is my next installment of my fanfiction series depicting a fluffy love story between a carrot, onion, and piece of celery."
Fox honestly had no idea how to respond to that.
"Can you even fight?"
The fanfiction author cocked her head with a smile. "Can I fight? Of course! If I couldn't I wouldn't be a member of the Covens Against The Throne! Also known as the CATT's!" She followed with a little hiss.
Again, Fox was speechless.
"E-123 OMEGA!" (StH)
"No sign of Eggman…" The black and red robot said with a hint of disappointment once it scanned the ring and saw no trace of the doctor.
"Suppose I'll have to hide my time."
Landing in the ring using his thrusters, Omega looked around for those that were here for an opponent.
"All others are currently wrapped up in their own fights, at present the only suitable candidate is…"
WHACK!
A blade of some sort imbedded itself into Omega's arm. The robot plucked it out immediately, recognizing it as a sai.
"Who was the perpetrator? Whose sai was this?" He asked no one in particular, but then he noticed the direction it came from; the entrance curtain…
"KHAMELEON!" (MK)
The culprit. An Umgadi Saurian with grey skin, walked out onto the entrance ramp. With an arm raise, she recalled her sai back to her.
"It appears my target has found me. No matter." Omega mused to himself once Khameleon made her way to him, her pure white eyes glaring at the robot.
"You remind me of Sektor. Is your weaponry also purposed for untoward causes?"
If Omega could scoff, he would. "My weaponry is destined to eliminate Eggman. I will not settle for anything less. What about you? Hardly the beacon of originality."
Khameleon tensed. Her body language shifting to mask her anger. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Omega motioned to the weapons of the other female MK ninja's fashioned around her outfit. "Taking moves from Mileena, Kitana, and Jade? With not a single move of your own, nothing in the way of originality."
Khameleon huffed. "I was trained in those techniques with permission from the princesses and countess!"
"So it is the worst of all worlds with you?"
That was the final straw for Khameleon. "We shall see, machine. No one disrespects a high-ranking Umgadi!"
"THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO!" (MB)
Hanging his head and hat low for the briefest of moments whilst his Melty Blood theme blared through the arena. The penultimate fighter for the section was one of, arguably, the most infamous anti-heroes in literature history.
Lifting his head up would show his face with a sly grin graced on it. Giving a tip of his hat to the crowd, and with a flourish of his cape he dashed down to the ring.
"No sign of that man, pity. Nor is there an opening in the list of those that unknowingly deserve retribution. For I see one soul who itches for a sparring partner. Very well, I shall oblige." The Count said.
Donkey Kong had been resting on a turnbuckle eating banana after banana waiting for an opponent. Edric had tried once, but the plethora of peels left on the ground and a subsequent slipping on one of them shut down that idea.
"Ah, your mind. I can see that it is pure. Unworthy of feeling the voided empty hell that is despair. Truly, you wish to fight? Well, here I am!" The Count announced to DK, stepping carefully across each peel.
The moment DK heard another voice come closer he eagerly hopped off the turnbuckle and with one swift swing of his hand sent all the peels out of the way and into the portal. Bless whatever poor node got all those peels.
"So eager to fight, are we? So be it. Show me the source of your vigor!"
"And now, the final fighter of this section and the second Second Chance Fighter…"
"B. JENET!" (KOFXV)
"Woo-Hoo!"
The pirate girl hollered upon hearing her name be called as the second fighter to get a Second Chance. An excitement she shared with the crowd with a few waves and blown kisses.
She hadn't forgotten what happened roughly twenty minutes prior where she had fought against Fang and lost. But it was her Second Chance, and she had a new fire lit inside her.
It hadn't been long before she spotted Fang about to spray Minotaurox with a parade of corks when the hero raised his mallet to bash him. One leaping kick to the back of the jerboa's head would not only knock him off his Marvelous Queen, but into Minotaurox making them both fall over.
"Now, what in the heck was… Hey, you're back!"
B. Jenet flicked her hair, smiling at Fang. "Like I never left, friend! I have a score to settle for real, and if I have to take you both on? Well the more the merrier!"
Fang picked up his popguns, a slight grin breaking out from his mouth.
"How's about I give you a little lesson on how to actually be a better treasure hunter, then?"
Meanwhile, Minotaurox just scratched his head in confusion on what was happening here.