Mayham built upon the 23rd street of Musutafu. Fights broke out every where, with a squadron shooting at a rolling stone in one end, Fires igniting in another, and bodies flying as the bosses slugged it out.
Griller torched a quadrupedal sand creature, the skin turning to glass under the high temperature. "Shoulda stayed in the sandbox, Dusty." Griller's sights soon settled upon the grey rolling stone. The large disk ran over another one of his lieutenants before the sides cracked open, bringing it to an abrupt halt. The newly deployed arms made gestures as the eyes on the surface locked onto Griller. "What the hell are you saying?Whatever, not gonna matter when I turn you into slag.
All he got in response was a raised finger before the stone begs to roll towards him. Griller launched two fireballs at the contact point, his goal to destabilize his foe before blasting him. His flames did nothing however as the rotational force countered the flames.
"Crap!" Griller lunged to the side as the stone sped past. He jumped to his feet and aimed his flames, wanting to take advantage of the stone having hard turning capability. Grilled eyes widened when what he saw was the stone disk already 5 feet from him. Turns out, Slab had encountered many who thought he couldn't get to them fast enough.
But they never thought that he could use the environment to angle himself faster. Of course, the area would have either a trench or broken debris in his wake.
With no time to dodge, Griller was shredded, bits of him still sticking to Slab. To add insult to injury, roller even backtracked and treaded on the remand back and forth, as if to wipe gunk off his shoe.
And while Slab continued his rampage on the Burnt Oxes, Glem was trying to pry himself free. From the waist down, ice latched onto him, keeping him in place. Behind him he could hear the bastard that did this walking up to him.
A hand placed itself on Glems head, the cold appendage causing him to shiver. " Geez glow stick, you aren't looking too hot. Maybe you should take some time of, cool off you know? Hehe, icy you not a fan, but I gotta help the boss."
Chillout walked in front of the almost frozen Glem. Chillout had blue skin, a bald head, and a sleazy grin that made his tired looking face all the more punchable. He was wearing a comforter around his shoulders as his turtleneck dropped Ice shards. "Well, I got to get going now, the newbies need their captain, so sleep tight, and don't let the…frostbite! HEHEHE! The ice closed in on Glem's Vision as he watched the sleazy ice maker walk off, humming a Christmas jingle despite it being fall.
The bosses' are was a warzone as their subordinates bled. Ox was sporting a black eye and a missing horn, his lips bloodied. Gammon wasn't gliding any better. One of his arms were missing, turned into powder a few meters back. Cracks webbed across his frame, yet he didn't shatter. Ox seemed to be a lot stronger than he thought.
Gammon threw a jab, squarely landing on Boss Ox's shoulder, a ravine forming as he slid backwards. Ox gritted his teeth as he charged forward, his singular horn piercing Gammon's side.
Neither would dodge, as backing out meant being a coward. Reputation was everything for a gang boss after all. The hairs on Ox's neck suddenly rose, and without looking, he ducked. An elongated arm sailed over head, the fist slamming into Gammon's unprepared face. The stone giant collapsed as the arm retracted.
Ox spun on his heels, his fighting stance still at the ready. "Stretcher! You would show up at a time like this, you snake!" From the alley entrance, a woman in orange and red spandex appeared. She strolled in as she chewed the gum she retrieved from her tool belt.
Of all the patrolling heros, stretcher could said to be Ox's nemesis. Her stretchy arms keep him from getting close, and his shouting shells usually bounce off her skin. It was only thanks to Chillout that the heroine couldn't lock up Boss Ox for good.
"Sorry Ox, but I can't let this war continue. If you come quietly, I'll be gentle enough not to give you another shiner."
" I'd rather jump in a river in winter than surrender to you!"
"Then to prepare to- ah! What the-! A mosquito." Stretcher looked at her palm to see a dark red blotch. Before her confusion could pass a cloud of red covered her, buzzing of over a hundred pairs of wings engulfing the area. The combatants paused as the heroine screams while she flails her arms in panic, a sense of weakness building all over. The cloud soon dissipated, leaving nothing but a mummified Stretcher.
"Bravo, Bravo! Such an amazing show! The lord of blood shall be pleased." Wether it was the Burnt Oxes or the Stone slammers, everyone looked to see a masked man in beige carrying a bouquet of thorny roses.
The man bowed as he said, "Greetings, I am Varre, the right hand of the Lord of blood, a displeasure to meet you."