"Ughhh… what… what happened?" The old death knight groaned as his empty eye holes began sparking with an ethereal flame, his consciousness slowly coming to.
"Yo! Seems I hit you a bit too hard," I called from right beside them.
"You… you little…" Momon rasped before, "Bahahahahahahahahaha!!!" He burst into another round of wild and raucous laughter.
"Good! Good! Very good!" Giving out the classic old man three goods.
"That was wonderful. I thought I had died. Imagine me, the so-called First Sword of Death, thinking he had died. That was an amazing punch, young lad." The old crone didn't even seem bothered as he strained to get back up.
"Uggghh… next time, young man, feel free to deal with that old scrap metal however you like, but I'd like to ask for you to leave me out of it," Omari groaned from the other side, his mount manifesting from beneath him as the two fused together once more.
I had unintentionally split the two with my earlier punch.
