The two warriors traveled through miles of rubble, but to them it seemed instantaneous. Their speed and power so overwhelming, even the god Carro was trying to protect was no match. With a resounding crash Mumbo tossed Carro into one of the Lookout's kitchens. Small but roomy, the quaint little room was decimated with their arrival. The small dining table had been broken in half, and a few teapots hanging on the walls had fallen and shattered like soggy paper.
Mumbo landed on his knees like a rockstar, playing an air-guitar as he slid to a stop in front of the fridge. It still hummed quietly despite the destruction. Just where was the power coming from for this hunk of junk anyways?
"Ey kid! Is yer fridge runnin?"
Before the Saiyan could answer, Mumbo dislodged the fridge with one hand, and used it like a bat against the armored president. His goal was to embed his foe into the wall, if not send him through it to yet another room. KP: 2/3
Carro's body spiraled in the air like a top when Mumbo chucked him. The battered jets on his back managed to get him back upright, but he couldn't slow himself before slamming against a cabinet full of china.
The Majin was still just as confident as his opponent. Carro slowly began to catch his breath, holding his ground and standing as upright as he could. Again, the Black Stargoon darted forwards with speed much harder for to comprehend, complete with a fridge in hand. The President gulped, but managed to grip onto another appliance beside him. Now with a blender in hand, Carro raised his knees to guard against the oncoming fridge. He grit his teeth and gasped again in pain, but if Mumbo continued with the swinging motion, the Majin would find his hand lodged right into the still-spinning blades of the blender Carro hastily powered on.
The wall crumbled behind Carro, another chunk of his helmet cracking off. He rolled and regained his shaky footing, glancing back to see wide, winding halls and a spiraled staircase behind him. "There really is no reasoning with your type, is there?" He snarled, breaths still shallow as he backed up towards the stairs behind him.
"Not gonna lie, I don't really like the whole concept of killing. But if you keep being difficult, I'll have to use my full power." This time, an underlying quiver laced his breathless tone. He didn't sound too confident or happy, that was for sure. "I'm NOT going to die to someone like you, though!" He finally retorted, raising his blaster to fire weaker ki blasts at the Majin. The saiyan hopped onto the stairs' railing to try and skid down to the lower levels of the Lookout. He needed to get some spacing between himself and that brute.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 1, 2019 16:18:04 GMT -6
Mumbo laughed, but his breath caught in his throat. He reeled back as the fridge made impact, finding his hand lodged into a blender. It was stuck on him like a tight glove, and after a few shakes it flew off. The blender shattered against the back wall, and his hand looked like shredded cheese. His fingers were elongated and twisted, and his wrist was sliced in two. Damn was he glad to be a Majin.
The Black Stargoon waved his hand nonchalantly, the mutilated limb flopping this way and that. "Ooh you gonna go Monkey Mode, Kiddo? Puh-lease. I seen plenty o' dem on Namek. Took em down real easy too," Mumbo lied. In truth he'd only seen one Oozaru, and it had helped wreck this very Lookout. His memory was a bit hazy though; hadn't he seen one of those Kingdom losers turn into one once?
He'd have to think on it later. For now, there was a fight afoot. Carro backstepped as he fired a barrage of energy bullets, at which the Stargoon smirked. He stretched his limp limb in every direction, each of his busted-up fingers turning into miniature catcher's mitts and snatching Carro's bullets out of the air. The Majin quickly crushed his hand down to normal size, turning Carro's army of blasts into one sizable ball.
Ball in hand, Mumbo hopped onto the railing, turning his feet into a pair of rollerskates. His extra weight and added wheels let him catch up quick, and with a terrifying laugh he launched Carro's own attack back at him, aiming to clock the president in the back of the head for his trouble.
"Hey hey hey! Where we headed?! Dis ain't da way to da roller-rink!"
"Well, you'd have to face monkey-me and those two again by the looks of it." Carro commented briefly as the ceiling rumbled. His Scouter displayed Banshee's rising power for a moment as well- if his assumptions were true, then things were already wrapping up above.. He spread his arms out to the side to keep balanced on the railing, sparks flaring from the soles of his boots.
It didn't take long for the Majin to give chase once more. The saiyan jolted as he saw Mumbo rearing back with a familiar orange-colored ki in his hand. The CEO hopped into the air and spun around, holding his arms out towards the condensed ki. It stung as it hit hard against his palms- Carro could even feel some seeping through his battered armor and onto his much weaker skin. With one more shout as it struggled and pushed against his palms, the President spun his form around to chuck the blast right back at the Stargoon!
The spiraling stairs' path ended soon after. Carro tripped over the end of the railing, flailing about in the air before landing on the ground in a crouch. Light beamed from behind the two. A large chunk had been ripped out of this room- remnants from the damage from Dosu's earlier blast. Carro couldn't hear much more fighting going on outside, though... "Hurry up, guys..."He muttered before turning back to Mumbo.
What remained of this part of the Lookout seemed to be some kind of library. Bookshelves were toppled over, some burnt to a crisp. The remaining ceiling, caving like a crater from the prior damages, miraculously held. Probably via some weird Lookout-magics, the saiyan assumed.
The armor from his wrists down had completely burnt off, and blood soiled his aching hands. "I've given you too many chances, really, but I'll ask one more time. Your partner won't last much longer. You won't last much longer. Do you reallywant to keep this up?" They'd both had plenty of time to breathe, time to regain their energy. A faint, orange glow began to wrap around LEO's armored form. A lot depended on the next few moments... "...Eh. I think we still both know the answer to that, right?"
Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 1, 2019 17:10:38 GMT -6
Mumbo took the rebounded attack head-on, biting it like a tossed snack to dispel it. The act stung his teeth a bit, but he didn't mind. It was the least painful thing he'd done all day. Soon enough, the duo reached the bottom of the stairs, ending up in a grand library of some sort. The thought of reading any of this junk disgusted the Majin. Who the hell wanted to read some old geezer's junk?
As much as the Stargoon didn't want to admit it, Carro was right. The battle was ending soon. Dosu's Ki was fading, and his foes were powering up. Would now be the right time to give up? Let the goodie-goods win again? Maple would have said yes a thousand times.
Standing across from Carro, the Majin shook his head. His joking tone was gone, replaced by as much seriousness as his accent could allow. "You jus don't geddit do ya's? Dis whole ting yer doin'? Yer on da wrong soide a tings! I'm da real hero heah! Pushin' back against da Zoo! Da Kais are gonna watch and laugh forevah unless we do somethin' about it!"
Mumbo eyed the ceiling. The others weren't far.
"Da Kai's. Dey watch us like we're animals. Dey made us to have a laugh! I won't let em' watch me no moah. Imma get up dere with da Dragon Balls and teach em' a ting er two about privacy! See how dey like it when we laugh at DEM!"
There was no way he'd ever get this kid to believe him. He was raised to be a goodie-good through and through. Hell, he was the president! If anyone was gonna ignore him, it'd be the leader of the goodie-good breeding ground. Mumbo frowned, and took a step forward.
"I hafta do dis. Fer Maple." His aura coated him. "Fer Chamil." His armor, in a flash, suddenly repaired itself. "Hell, even fer Ambah!" His smile returning, Mumbo cracked his knuckles, and picked up speed. "For all da Goons who made me who I am! I will fight ta kick da Kai's asses weddah you like it oar not!"
Launching himself forward, he aimed the most inspired, villainous punch he could have ever mustered. Fueled by his love for evil, his hate of all things good, and his need to do the wrong thing. All he needed to do was knock Carro out, and then the rest of the crew would fall like clockwork.
KP: 3/3 Mumbo activates the power of friendship. Can it save a villain like him?
Up until now, Carro had thought of Mumbo almost as some kind of cartoon villain- lame puns and all. He should have known things were never that simple. Beneath all those metaphors of zookeeping, Carro could see a very familiar scenario, and perhaps even a justified, albeit misguided, mindset...
The President could anticipate Mumbo's attack from a mile away, but his only response was to dig his heels further into the ground. He closed his eyes and stood still as the Majin rushed forwards. The punch landed square in Carro's face.
Carro's head jolted back and recoiled around, but his body only skidded back a few inches. The saiyan's visor was shattered, bits of the Scouter's orange glass stuck in his skin. Blood began to pool on his face. Something had changed right before Mumbo struck- the armor's earlier power was back, and thus Carro was still standing.
Carro wiped some blood off his jaw- his nose felt lopsided too- it was probably broken."...Let's agree to disagree." In spite of the blood on his body, the President forced a weak grin. Everything hurt. He wished he could collapse, or take a nap. "I hope you like "heroic speeches", as you'd probably put them." "Sooooo, let's say you win. You kill us and get your wish. You run up to these Kais and punch their faces in. Hooray!" Carro threw his arms into the air in celebratory emphasis with a false tone of joy that soon shifted to solemnness. "You've killed those "zookeepers." Does that change anything?" He'd seen something like this before.
"Y'see, there was this time awhile ago- when we were fixing up Satan City. Everything was going dandy until these guys showed up. They wanted to "test us." To see if we were "worthy of defending Earth."" Carro commentated, complete with a mockingly juvenile tone and air quotes when he described Ledinjin's choices back then. "EVERYONE was pissed. "Who do these assholes think they are to waltz in and tell us what's what?!", we all thought." Sure, it was probably a lesser parallel to what Mumbo believed to Kais were doing, but Carro thought it was a decent tie-in nonetheless. "Long-story-short, I realized it didn't matter what they believed. We were still Earth's protectors, people who wanted to have a not-apocalyptic universe- no matter who was laughing." Another sigh. Carro slumped again, grabbing his exposed shoulder in pain. "Maybe we are just animals in cages in a zoo to the Kais. But even if you kill them all, everyone's still in that cage you can never break. So what's really changed?" Carro paused, allowing his words to sink in, or give the Majin a brief chance to respond.
"What matters to me is what we do when we're all in this stupid zoo! I don't give a damn anymore about what some randoms watching us think- I'm going to make this world one worth living in! And you are NOT going to TAKE THAT AWAY!" Carro concluded, his ki erupting once more. To retort Mumbo's earlier villainy-fueled punch, the tiny hero darted forwards, raising his fist. Ki coated the limb in spite of a lack of armor to protect his human palm. It felt like his skin was burning off, but Carro ran forwards nonetheless with a shout, aiming to sock the Majin right in the jaw.
...He couldn't feel his hand afterwards, though.
LEO activates (x4T) MAX OVERDRIVE once more! PL is now 320,000. No KP action taken. Carro and LEO are really starting to hurt... KP: 7/7
Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 1, 2019 19:37:55 GMT -6
"I can break dat cage. Maple made me so I could!"
Carro's speech was rousing, sure, and it came with a big power boost, but Mumbo wasn't moved. He scowled angrily, and put his arms up to guard against the incoming strike. The Saiyan was heartier now, sure, but Mumbo was still tougher. The Black Stargoon skidded backwards from the blow, kicking up dust and rubble in his wake.
"You make no sense! You WANNA stay in da cage? You wanna be someone else's playting? Break da chains wit me, Kiddo! Be a Stah Goon and see what we see!"
Without hesitation Mumbo stretched his head out from behind his arms, aiming to headbutt Carro in his own strange way, aimed more to disorient than truly harm. He'd quickly retract it, and move to the side to grab hold of one of the bookshelves. With one heave he slammed the massive shelf down, aiming to smash it over Carro's head. KP: 3/3
Carro lowered his hand, wincing in pain and hopping away from Mumbo after his punch. He could barely move the limb now... "If you go ahead and break reality, there will be NOTHING left! No Stargoons, no Earth, no anything!" Carro snarled nonetheless, pain lacing his shaking tone. He could only assume the worst of what would happen if the Majin went tried to break the wall between the mortal world and Otherworlds. That could not be a happy ending. He could only assume the worst. "Is that what you want? To not only break out of this world, but to completely destroy it as well?"
The President yelped again as Mumbo struck his exposed head with his own, but LEO was quick to of take control of their shared form, pushing them out of the way of the shelf. Carro shook head, a brief shock from LEO snapping him out of his daze. Misguided or not, Mumbo was still a threat to the Earth. He would kill and destroy if he wasn't stop here. The mere thought of taking a life still caused apprehension to bubble in the saiyan... It wasn't like that'd remain when he'd transform, though- That looked to be the only way to live through this.
"I told you, I d-don't care about some metaphorical cage. It doesn't matter as long as life is worth it here. And it is for me." He responded, clenching his still-working palm in a fist. "I'd never join you blind buffoons" Carro growled in a mixture of sheer defiance and pain. "Do you want to feel what would happen if all of hell l-literally broke loose? Do you want to know what you're going to do if I just let you walk by?"
"Fine. FINE! Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"
A faint CLICK rang, followed by another agonized scream. Carro fell to his knees and wrapped his working arm around his chest, heaving shakily- this transformation was always a painful one. His seething breaths grew heavy, mouth opening to reveal rows of sharper looking teeth. Red surged across his once anxious eyes. "ghGHhhHRRRKK--!!" The "pipsqueak" was a lot taller than he was a few seconds ago...
Moments after Carro had triggered his transformation, the saiyan's consciousness had been lost- replaced with something much more feral and destructive. There was no more hesitation in the Oozaru's gaze as he finally reached full size. He had to hunch over to fit into the room, but even then the beast dwarfed the Black Stargoon.
The armor around his body began to reform- the surplus of energy from Carro's new state gave his AI partner a chance to preform proper repairs. Reinvigorated without a scratch remaining on his body, the monster opened his jaws.
The ear-piercing shriek resounded for miles around the Fukurou Forest below, making the newfound Oozaru's presence known to his once-allies as well. A final snap and hiss escaped his fangs before the ape raised and flexed open his clawed hand, which had been broken only moments ago. Without a moment's hesitation, he'd try and slam his palm right down onto the Majin to squish him like a bug, cracking the floor beneath them in the process regardless of if his punch Mumbo or just the ground. It wouldn't hold for much longer...
All that was left in the Oozaru was an empty shell of the paranoid President. The only drive left in the Oozaru's mind was to kill, to destroy. And he still felt the burning, now-amplified desire from his leftover self- to squash a gray gumball into the dirt a thousand times over.
Carro transforms into an OOZARU with his BLUTZ GENERATOR! LEO'S SACRED FLUTE activates. Carro's PL becomes 100 (x2P), and LEO's becomes 400,000 (x5T)! [UT1] SUIT UP is activated once more. +x1/-x3 changes LEO's PL to 480,000 / 160,000 (x6/x2T). KP: 7/7 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CANDY SENZU is (*flavorfully) consumed! All of LEO's prior injuries are healed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The ghost raced through what seemed like kilometers of ruin. Even going at her fastest pace, she almost had to marvel at the expanse of this place. It hadn't looked nearly this sizable from the outside. Without her scouter, all she had to navigate on was noise -- and though she could hear voices, it always sounded like they were coming from one spot or another. The echo was enough to misdirect her, sending her soaring in practical circles through rooms and corridors of every description.
She let out a growl of frustration, throwing a punch straight through a solid wall. At this rate, Carro could be dead by the time she found him. And given what had happened to Ledinjin and the others, she didn't like the place that could leave Earth. Desperate at this point, she shut her eyes and trained her ears, trying to get some indication, any indication of where those two could be. Maybe they were just down at the bottom, but if she went all the way down there and nobody was there...
And then the building practically shook from the force of a terrifying, monstrous roar. Before she could catch herself, she let out a scream in sheer surprise. She could practically feel that in her chest, and she wasn't even entirely solid. But there was no mistaking that roar. Whether it had come from the Majin or one of Carro's machines, she had them locked.
She kicked the rest of the wall down to save time going back down the corridor, diving forward with her arms behind her. She began to plummet at full speed. Now that she had their location, it was mere moments before she came streaking into the picture. The Majin still looked as healthy as ever, while Carro -- well, there was no mistaking his machine, so that had to be him. Somehow, he had transformed or been transformed, and he hardly looked his diplomatic self. "Hey, Majin!" she shouted, ignoring the over-sized Carro for the moment. That problem would have to wait for a moment. "I hope you didn't forget about me!"
Banshee didn't wait for a response. The fight had been dragging on for far too long for that. She absolutely hurled herself towards the Majin, moving with renewed speed as the threw personal safety out of the window. As she drew near to her opponent, she coiled her fist back as if to punch. But for all her momentum, she put on the brakes at almost the last moment, instead thrusting both hands back. Two beams of ki fired out of her palms, both aimed straight for her opponent's chest.
Those beams turned out to be enough to send her careening backwards, whether or not they hit.
Her next move was well-practiced at this point, even in this fight. She held her hand up in the air, palm facing upwards. In moments, a white-and-red disc formed there, suspended just an inch or so above. Her arm visibly strained as she pushed her ki into the attack, but without seeing the result of her beams with the flash still in her eyes, she hurled the disc forward. She was going to cut something off. She was sure of it. "EAT THIS. I call it my NIGHTMARE DISC."
Banshee joins the fight and fires two basic ki blasts, before ramping up the threat by sending her [A1] Nightmare Disc right for Mumbo.
49,500 PL damage incoming.
KP 3/3 > 2/3
Last Edit: Feb 1, 2019 23:33:24 GMT -6 by Banshee: editing video
The inside of the Lookout was like a labyrinth, rooms upon rooms built up over hundreds of years (at least) by the past Kamis. It was deceptively sprawling, too, and easy to get lost. Much of what was down here was still a mystery to Chime, but of the four still in the fight, he was the one most familiar with the twisting halls. That, combined with his well-honed skill sensing energy, had him catching up to his new ghost friend rather quickly. His heart pounded in his ears as he flew along. What would he find when he got down there? Had he wasted too much time with Dosu, was he too late? And if he wasn't, what could he even do when he got down there?
A nightmarish roar cut through his thoughts, and Chime let out a cry of pain and clapped his hands over his sensitive Namekian ears. What was that? That didn't sound like Mumbo...and he couldn't imagine Carro or the Trooper making that noise, either. Dread built up in him as he hurried along at double the speed. There was only one thing he imagined could make that noise, though he'd never seen one himself...
He soon found himself at the hole in the wall, kicked open by Banshee moments prior, and zipped on into the library. There, he saw his fears realized. A massive beast filled the room, barely fitting into it, and he knew it could only be one thing. Carro, transformed into his great ape form, screeching and whaling away at Mumbo. Some corner of his brain, the small part not storming with emotions of fear, self-doubt, and guilt, noticed that Carro-zaru was wrecking all the nearby shelves in his frenzy, and felt absolutely appalled. It was a very, very small part though, and it was overcome by his general fear of the situation. He knew Carro was on his side, and wouldn't hurt him or their Pride Trooper ally, but the sight of him raging like a beast was still unsettling. Chime had only ever heard of Oozaru in stories and seen some pictures. He never expected his first encounter with one would be in a cramped room like this.
While Banshee launched her own attack on Mumbo (who Chime couldn't even pinpoint in all the chaos, just 'somewhere under Carro's fists'), the little Namekian darted around the bookshelves to get himself some cover. He kept close to Banshee, because if he was going to try and protect one of them, he felt he had a better bet covering the normal-human-sized woman, rather than the monkey the size of a house. "Miss Trooper!" he hissed at her from his hiding spot, "I'm here! I told you I would be!" hi guys whatcha doin down here
Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 3, 2019 17:04:03 GMT -6
Mumbo took a step back to give himself room. The Great Ape across from him was nothing short of immense, and with his new boost in power he was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Add to that the incoming goodie-goods at his side, and it was a whole big bag of failure. Even still, Mumbo did not falter. His feet firmly planted, the Last Stargoon cracked his knuckles, and frowned.
Carro was quick to strike, but Mumbo was that hair quicker. Jumping back, he avoided Carro's strike with a fraction of a second to spare, getting chest blasted for his trouble. Banshee had arrived in record time, sending out a barrage of attacks that ended in a cutting disc. Mumbo's arm was quickly lopped off, squelching on the ground far below him, giving a sad wave as it deflated in defeat.
"Damn! Talk about police brutalidee."
With a pop his arm refreshed itself, but even a single limb was straining his regenerative skills quite a bit now. Though he looked unharmed, his breathing was finally becoming labored. Was this his limit?
"Now I dunno bout you's two bozos, but my foist tot is not 'oh no, dat prez is a monkey'. My foist tot is 'I wundah how many goodie-goods ah gonna be left afdah dis punk is troo wit Mumbo.' I'm Mumbo, by da way." Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave Banshee a wink, before continuing. "Now, I'd say we ought ta team up against dis fella, but I bet you's have some great plan ta stop him. Sing a song maybe? Secret handshake? Behehehhh."
This was his last chance. If he could get Carro to do more damage to his own allies than he was doing to Mumbo, then the fight could end very differently than he'd have assumed. All he needed was some time. Wear all three of them out, and he'd walk away with double the Dragon Balls.
The library, though large, was still barely enough space to fit all four of them. Mumbo needed to get creative with his attacks.
With a burst of energy, Mumbo hurled himself across the library, aiming to tackle Banshee onto the ground and keep her there as long as he could. He knew he could avoid at least one more attack from the Oozaru, but how could the ghost girl be? KP: 3/3 Full damage taken from nightmare disc
What was left of Carro barely registered Banshee and Chime's entrance, nor did his now primitive brain fully process that someone elses' attack struck the Majin. He knew one thing for sure, though, he didn't like the sound of the Majin talking. He didn't understand Mumbo's dialogue, but seeing him still alive was irritating. "rrhHhHHAAAAAAAUGK--!!" The ape yelled out again, though not as loud as before. He slid one of his feet back, almost hitting the hidden Chime in his impulsive manuever- Not that he would have cared if he'd hit him in this state, though.
His massive foot would hoist higher into the air and away from Chime in an oddly unnatural fashion, almost like a robot's stiff motions- or a puppet being pulled on a string. A few beeps and clicks rang moments later as Carro felt his head jerk for a moment. LEO's eyes, still propped atop his helmet, glanced back to her allies. Carro was rampant, but he had someone to hold his figurative leash... But how long would it be until even LEO couldn't control his anger?
Every time she tried to force his actions, the saiyan's rage only grew. That was why it watos important to move with and help with some actions- namely blasting Mumbo into a splat on the wall. Coruched lower and resting more comfortably on all fours, Carro snapped open his jaws. Ki formed behind his teeth in seconds. Raising his head once more, he'd fire the mouth-blast right at Mumbo! The ground rumbled again, some of the tiles cracking and giving way. Just how much longer would it hold with a massive monkey and an equally large battle being fought upon it?
[UA2] BOTTLE ROCKET used! 316,800 PL worth of damage aimed at Mumbo! --------------------- LEO'S KP: 5/7 (-2)
It hadn't been a sure thing that the little Namekian would find his way down here, and so Banshee couldn't help but be relieved when he made his presence known. She offered him a weak little smile at that. He had suffered through a lot here, and there wasn't really anything she could do to help him. At the least, maybe he would walk out of this alive. "We're not out of the fire by a long-shot. But you fight pretty well. Why don't we say--" she forced a smile. "For the next couple hours, you can be a deputy Pride Trooper."
After one last, cursory smile towards her Namekian ally, she returned her attention to the Majin. As much as she knew she should be looking out for Carro in the corner of her eye, given he clearly wasn't in control of himself, a fact becoming increasingly clear by the moment... letting him rampage was just a risk she would have to accept. There was a chance he would try to kill her before this fight was out, but with the Majin -- well, it was an absolute certainty.
Although her attack had seemed to deal quite a lot of damage, a little wave on the part of his departing hand was enough to inform her otherwise. Soon, a new arm had sprouted in its place. She cussed under her breath. "Come on, can't you just take damage for once?" she complained, loudly. This man was almost beyond belief. "You should be as dead as me by this point!"
As she shifted her stance in mid-air, aiming to adopt another informal fighting stance, the Majin launched himself towards her. There was no overcoming his speed, and she felt the air -- or whatever passed for it in her case -- being knocked out of her as his shoulders collided with her chest. She slammed down hard onto the ground, nearly crushed beneath his greater weight, and her head practically ricocheted off the ground. She was too dazed to manage much more than a paltry flailing of the arms in response.
The Majin had her pinned, fair and square. And now, Carro's attack was soaring towards him. Even as her eyes remained unfocused, she could tell this was a bad spot.
This day was basically the worst one Chime had ever had. It was definitely up there with the last time the Lookout was attacked, and was putting up a good fight for first place, but he'd have to wait until all this was over to be sure. The giant Oozaru leg crashing down towards him wasn't helping matters much. Chime quickly zipped out of the way to hide in the shadow of the next bookshelf over. Carro had almost stepped on him! Was he even looking where he was going? He peered through the books towards Mumbo, who was shouting something about having to 'stop' the president. What was he talking about? The Great Ape form was supposed to be wild and beastly, but that was still Carro in there...wasn't it? Doubt crept into Chime's heart, and he reached out with his mind to ask, telepathically, "Carro? You...you're okay, right?" He hoped the answer would be a cheery, 'Yep, I'm fine pal, let's kick this Goon's butt!' but somehow, he didn't think so.
The ghost woman's voice caught his attention from beside him, and at her words, he met her forced smile with a big, genuine one of his own. He looked up at her with big, glistening eyes full of emotion. The Pride Troopers were some of the coolest people around, at least in Chime's mind. To be named their deputy, even if only for a little while...that made this horrible day just a bit better. He nodded to her earnestly, "Y-yeah, okay! I won't let you down, Miss Troope--"
It was at that moment that Mumbo came charging across the room, straight into his new ghost friend, and pinned her to the ground hard. He could sense Carro charging up another attack somewhere behind him, and for a moment he floated there frozen, unsure of what he should do. Though he had been soured to the idea of fighting from his encounter with Dosu up above, he found that the thought of firing on Mumbo didn't turn his stomach quite so much. Maybe it was because majin didn't bleed, or because he regenerated so quickly, even more than a Namekian could. The Black Stargoon felt more like monster than man. Regardless, Chime's hand still shook as he raised it to point down at Mumbo...
Don't think about it. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don'tthinkaboutit--
...And fired another beam. [UT] Telepathy to say hi to Carro then [A1] Kanrikosen towards Mumbo for 47,520 dmg.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 5, 2019 17:21:23 GMT -6
As tricky as a encounter this was, Mumbo was still hopeful. His comrades had fallen, and he was on the ropes, but he still held out some inklings of determination. The goodie-goods were powerful, but so was a single Stargoon. Even still, with all the hope he carried, he knew the fight was ending very soon. Whether in his favor or not, that Great Ape was going to down someone, probably six feet down.
And Mumbo wasn't far off in that assumption, for Carro had unleashed a mighty beam from his mouth, sending it hurtling toward Mumbo and Banshee, who had been firmly planted under the Majin's impressive weight. Despite his size, however, the Majin also packed speed.
"Seeya latah Ghostie!"
With a blur he was gone, zipping into the air moments before the beam made contact. Whether or not Banshee was caught in the ensuing explosion he wasn't sure, for soon after he was caught by one of Chime's blows from behind. The beam was thin and unimposing, but a sneak shot like that could hurt anyone with the right timing. The Kami's beam punctured through Mumbo's chest, leaving a smoking hole in its wake.
Mumbo groaned, nearly faltering in his flight, but still keeping strong. He turned on a dime to face his attacker, the hole that'd been left sealing itself with impressive speed.
"You... Godda be kiddin' me!"
Landing, the Black Stargoon hopped across the library's broken ground, aiming to stomp on Chime's head like an enemy from a video game. Should the Namekian fall under his boot, Mumbo would then begin a rather strange tactic.
Plucking at the balding tuft of "hair" atop Mumbo's bio-gem, he ripped it off effortlessly, before slapping it down onto Chime's chest. If unimpeded, the sloppy gooey flesh would attempt to encase his body, and leave the Kami stuck to the floor. It was far from a permanent solution, but if it worked it'd keep Chime tucked away long enough that Mumbo might be able to get a leg up on the rest of the competition.
"Stick around, Kiddo. I gots a monkey ta deal wit'."
Regardless of his success, Mumbo would leap skyward again, trying to get a proper view of all his enemies from above. KP: 2/3 Used [SU1] Majin Zoom! Dodged Bottle Rocket completely. Took full damage from Kanrikosen.
Jun 9, 2021 20:55:38 GMT -6
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