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Post by Avatar of Courage on Aug 12, 2017 21:42:52 GMT
Squire narrowed his large eyes at the cloaked villain, gripping his blade tighter. There would be no theatrics it seemed. Strange. Dukemon had assured him any villain worth their salt would out-ham him no matter how hard he tried. "Guess we are doing this the hard way then." Well crud.
The little dragon's flashed suddenly, his entire body tensing. Almost too swiftly he broke into a dash, ducking underneath the barrel thrown his way with a chocked yelp. It landed behind him thunderously, the explosion rocking the entire network's foundation.
Was the guy insane?! If he collapsed the network it wouldn't just screw them up, it would most definitely ruin everyone's day in the City. His bicep tensed as he poised his blade, thrusting it ferociously at the small of the enemy's back as he closed the rest of the distance between the two of them, the shockwave released from the explosion pushing him forward. Activated the End. Cooldown wait time: 2/2
(Welp kids, don't moderate while in the process of being hired! Lesson from your Uncle Bones.)
The bad news was that the small of Yellow Fingers' back was not the small of Yellow Fingers' back. The good news was because it was one of the barrels that Yellow Fingers had brought in to do his demolition work. His eyes went wide behind his hood as he heard the sandy sound of gunpowder slipping through a hole, and now there was a piece of potentially sparking metal just sticking right out of it. If Squire played his cards right he could pull out without any harm, but if he played his cards right he could also detonate the barrel while it was pressed right up against the small of Golemon's back. Considering that he was trusting these barrels to blow up a wall made of Chrome Digizoid? It would not be a pleasant experience for the champion.
He let out a guttural growl, bringing his large yellow hands to bear and swinging them behind his back. He didn't want to risk removing Squire either, lest the powder start to explode, so instead he tried to heavily clap them against the SquireVeemon. To say it was a cumbersome strike was a huge understatement. He had to basically bend his arms in a completely incorrect way, then awkwardly chop them into each other. It was only the closeness of proximity between the two, as well as the raw strength and level difference possessed, that made this a remotely viable fighting tactic.
By now, the cloak Yellow Fingers was wearing would start to tatter, too. Through the rips, Squire would be able to clearly make out a pair of yellow, rocky legs. So much for secret identities, huh? Because there was no more denying that this culprit was clearly a Golemon.