Sun Wukong coughed as he forced his body out of the rubble.
The monkey king sucked in a rush of cold air as he got to his feet, supported by the weight of his staff.
He swung his weapon in a wide arc, and the fierce gust of wind he kicked up blew away all of the surrounding rubble. The other gods were now able to stand, but they were not as quick to get to their feet as the monkey king.
He planted his staff to steady himself as he chuckled.
"Ahh... You haven't lost your touch, Bright One."
"Hi, Wukonggg!!!" Zahara waved her hand excitedly as she walked across the clouds. "Is that a new staff? It looks great!"
"Yeah, well, your husband broke my last one, so..." The monkey king smiled bashfully.
"Hi, Uncle Sun." Belloc waived.
"Hey, kid, you've... Were you always wearing that shirt?"
"What are you talking about?" Bell asked innocently, sporting a t-shirt with a deadbeat father wearing an orange dougi.
