Mooks Versus Goon! Who Can Match Sentai Magic?! (INV/WTF) Nov 7, 2018 1:42:32 GMT -6
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 7, 2018 1:42:32 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 70,000 | Imperfect Merge (x2/x5P) Active! Current PL: 140,000/350,000! (Sensed as: 140,000)
The sound of flesh hitting metal echoed through the underground base, as yet another Fleet soldier crumpled into a heap from a single punch. The crowd encircling the two fighters in the massive training room backed up, giving the defeated mook room to crawl out of the arena, his nose bent and bleeding. His attacker, a massive Majin of grey and pink, flexed passionately, somehow causing confetti of all colors to explode behind him.
"C'MON YOU MOOKS!" He shouted, the massive shining star on the chest of his armor sparkling suddenly. "I don't see any real fight in any of you! It's a reaallll shame. Da boss needs you's guys ta be strongah den evah! You can't beat me? How da hell you gonna beat dose goodie-goods?!"
Mumbo flexed again, and a couple of soldiers clapped out of fear. Another soldier, a blue-skinned Brenchian practically made of muscle, stepped out of the crowd. He looked rough and rowdy. The kind of dude who never finished a day without seeing to it that something met his fist. He cracked his knuckles, and as he was about to open his mouth to pop off some quip or another, he found a massive grey fist in his face. He was sent flying across the room, smashing into the stone wall a good twenty feet away, and stayed stuck there.
"Sahrry pal. I love da theatrics as much as da next guy, but our enemy doesn't. If you can't survive a surprise attack, then you aren't gonna survive a real fight! 'Sides, if you ain't tuff, you ain't got room ta have flair! WORK FOR DA RIGHT TA POSE, YOU MOOKS!"
The Majin spun in place, before rolling into a kneeling flex. Another pop of confetti exploded around him, and he rolled his neck as he stood. "Alrighty! Who's next? Let's keep the train going. We aren't gonna get anywhere if you guys wanna stand back and whine."
Unsurprisingly, nobody stepped up. So Mumbo waited. Hands on his hips, he simply sat there, surveying the room as he awkwardly, silently awaited another challenger. Suffice it to say, the next person to cough was probably going to wind up with a missing jaw. Mumbo might take any noise as a challenge with how quiet it was, after all. Hell, a handful of soldiers held their breath in fear that they might get picked.
"Guys?... Anyone? C'mon! I can't teach ya's if ya don't wanna loin!"