[h3][color=ed1c24]Mario[/color][/h3]
[b]Location: Toad Town - From Tournament to Alley[/b]
[b]Mentions:[/b][@Kafka Komedy]


It had happened so fast. A blue blur swept through the aisle that he had been climbing over. Mario paused and blinked, eyes following the fleeing figure and then hearing the angered audience members. Even the Toad girl who he had been hoping to score with was upset and crying about how her purse had been stolen. Wait a second…this might have been his chance to impress her with a heroic deed!

Beneath his thick gentlemanly moustache a mischievous grin expanded. Mario crouched before he sprang high into the air. He grasped the bill of his cap as he soared over the stadium, following the blue blur below. The red sleeves of his shirt and the blue pants legs of his overalls rippled in the winds that raced passed him. When he passed over a few buildings, he released his cap and raised his hands into the air as a giant wooden mallet materialized above him. Grasping the arm of the hammer, when he reached the apex of his ascent, Mario swung the mallet forward and the weight of the weapon carried him into a rapid spin. The plumber went whirling toward the alley before the thief, and he came out of his ball a few seconds before his hammer connected with the turf before her. The impact caused a mighty explosion of asphalt, stone, and other debris. The sky resounded with a thunderous [i]thoom![/i] that could have been felt quaking through the ground. The landing might had been shocking and he hoped that it would have stopped the thief in her tracks.

A tower of brown dust was billowing into the sky as the area around them crackled with the debris that was still pelting the alley. Mario straightened, coughing and trying to fan the smoke from his face. He had one hand resting on the butt of his mallet, giving him support while he leaned over looking a little green.

[color=0072bc]“Mama mia, I think I overdid it,”[/color] he groaned. His brain felt like it was still spinning inside his skull. His cheeks then dramatically inflated and the plumber turned his head to upchuck the hot dogs and cola he had eaten.

Spitting the chum from his lips, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and growled, [color=0072bc]“Damn it! You not only owe me that potential date you interrupted back there, but you owe me dinner too!”[/color]

Hefting his hammer onto his shoulder, Mario faced the bandit with a deep frown. [color=0072bc]“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kick your ass? If you wanna run, I’ll chase ya. I’ll chase ya all over this town. How long is that tournament? Two hours? Yeah, I think I’d rather do this. This is more my style. So what’s your move? A beat down or are you gonna return that stolen stuff?”[/color]

He then brought a finger to his mustache as he muttered thoughtfully, [color=0072bc]“At least give me back that purse—wait! No, no! Everything you stole needs to be returned!”[/color]