| This left ChuckleHuck at a rather awkward position.
"Well, it's my own fault. I asked for a balance in our battle, and now everytime I attack, you repel it. And...well, you can't really come toward me fast enough, made of pure bronse, to even attack...that is, if you can."
ChuckleHuck sat down to think. There was truly nothing else that could be done. Technically, the battle wasn't over...but that wasn't a strong factor. The two contestants remained still...like statues. Aside the logic that SephirothKirby was actualy a statue.
"Well, I have better things to do than strike at a cluster of bronse."
ChuckleHuck stood, informally in his tattered faded-blue clothes. The battle feild turned back into a populated town. The battle had ended, in sustain peace.
"I guess this is a draw, Puff Ball."
With that, ChuckleHuck paced to a backdrop of mountains in the distance. |