| OOC: Alright, time to get back in this game. Sorry for the delay guys.
Goofball was now a mere shell of his normal, cheerful self. Now, he was an enraged behemoth with one thing in his mind, and only one thing: the destruction of Cyrus.
"Alright, Mr. Critic, let's see if you enjoy THIS punch line!" Goofball roared, as he grabbed Cyrus by the throat. "That's quite a death-grip you've got on my neck there, buddy." the warrior barely managed to gasp. Goofball was not amused, as he put Cyrus down, pulled out a comically large mallet, and slammed it down on the warrior's head, turning him into a pancake. Goofball then took out a bicycle pump, attached it to Cyrus, and pumped several times, until he was extremely bloated in appearance. The cartoon madman then grabbed Cyrus, and twisted him around, until the warrior resembled a balloon animal. "Hey look, I made a dog!" Goofball said.
Meanwhile, Nightshade teleported outside of the castle, to see what Zeten and his minions were up to. Looking up, he saw that there were still many of the bat-like creatures from before. Nightshade pulled out a dagger, and waited for one of the creatures to swoop down. As if on cue, one creature swooped down to the ground. The trench-coated man then rolled under the creature's belly, and pulled his dagger upwards, making a long gash in the thing's belly, causing its entrails to fall out as it fell, dead. Thinking quickly, Nightshade grabbed the thing's intestines, swung them around like a lasso, and threw it at another creature, falling around the thing's body. The trench-coated man then pulled the intestines, bringing it closer to him, until it was on the ground. He then jumped on the thing's back, and strangled it with its fallen comrade's intestines. It let out a roar, until the thing's eyes finally closed, and it too fell dead. |