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[color=ed1c24][b]Alias:[/b][/color] N/A
[color=red][b]Date/Time:[/b][/color] September 1st, 5PM
[color=ed1c24][b]Level:[/b][/color] 3
[color=ed1c24][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lakewood Plaza Parking Lot
[color=ed1c24][b]Tag:[/b][/color] Feliking (Lv 4. Boss), [@Kafka Komedy][@Leaves][@RubyOwl][@Lauder][@HeroicSociopath][@Majoras End][/center]


[b]All employees to the parking lot! Wreck this nerd![/b]

Mr. Gar’s brows crashed together and teeth clenched in a frown when he watched Viki launch through the roof of his store.

“That’s coming out of your paycheck!” he roared.

Tatsumaki didn’t run like the others to the front of the store. He walked for he was still bummed about his power ring just being a toy. He couldn’t believe it. He felt too stubborn to get rid of it. He didn’t eat all of that cereal for nothing.

Feliking set his thin pupils on the girl whose hair splayed like venomous snakes. The tall red cat looked hardly afraid or wounded by her gibe. Laughing behind a feline smile, he simply answered, “You’re right. Dogs are a more suitable slave. They’re already servants, and they will serve me and my people once I have built my kitty kingdom.”

The front doors of the store slid open and Tatsumaki stepped up to the line of heroes outside. He stared at the lone red cat that was larger than what cats normally were…he had to be the boss. He gazed around at the cats licking their paws and rolling around in the parking lot and sighed. Stepping forward, the fighter brought his hands together and began cracking his knuckles.

“I got this,” Tatsumaki grumbled to the others.

Feliking’s eyes slid from Viki over to the…his triangular ears perked straight up before a paw clapped over his muzzle. Tears welled in his eyes before a hard snort escaped his nose, and he burst into laughter.

“Who is this fat boy, nya?” Feliking laughed.

Tatsumaki frowned sternly and spread his arms. The sun was blotted out by a sudden overcast of dark clouds. Feliking stopped laughing and gazed up at the storm clouds above. The clouds flashed and rumbled ominously before a bolt of lightning shot down to strike Tatsumaki. His hair splayed from the static as chains of electricity danced up and down his body and across his extended arms. Feliking’s tail swished nervously as he watched and raised his paws, his claws popping free of their sheaths like switch blades.

“Hmph, yes, show me your power,” Feliking growled.

Tatsumaki lowered his stance a little and attempted to cross his left hand over to join his right on his right side when…it got stuck. A wide-eyed confused look flashed on Tatsumaki’s face as he tried to reach his left arm across his stomach…No…He was…he was too fat. [url=http://media.japanpowered.com/images/kaichou-wa-maid-sama-ep-24-2.jpg]A shadow of embarrassment[/url] fell over the fighter’s face. This couldn’t be happening. Tatsumaki tried to turn sideways, and then bend over to hopefully bring his hands closer together at chest level, but it wasn’t working. He couldn’t perform the explosive fist attack with incorrect form.

Feliking’s tail stopped swishing as he glanced up to see the clouds dissipating and then scratched the back of his head, watching the chubby hero struggle to perform whatever attack that was. It wasn’t even funny anymore. It was just embarrassing and he felt sorry for Mr. Gar’s store. What a joke.

Tatsumaki stopped struggling and rested his hands on his knees to take a break—as though all that had been any work. Panting, he glared down at the asphalt. The fight couldn’t end like this. Mr. Gar was relying on him and the other heroes to vanquish this baddie. Baring his teeth in determination, Tatsumaki turned and charged Feliking. The red cat just lowered his paw and narrowed his eyes with disturbance at the wall of churning blubber that charged him. Tatsumaki threw himself into one of his chaotic and off-balanced versions of his Whirlwind Kick and Feliking extended a paw to blast the fighter before leaning out of the way of a small black chubby cat with a red headband that went twirling passed him. The cat plopped upon the ground behind him and went rolling across the ground in a daze.

Feliking stared at the rest of the fighter’s with an unimpressed frown. “Please don’t tell me that [i]that[/i] was the best you got? Surely the rivals of Nevermore aren’t this great of a jest? If so, then my work here is already done.”