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[b][color=FD0000]Level 1 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=FD0000]//////////[/color] Level up!
[color=FD0000]Location:[/color]  1-1, Central Road
[color=FD0000]wordcount:[/color]  1,026
Shouting at:
[@Stern Algorithm] Din
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Bowser’s yelling did little to stir his allies into action, primarily because they were already way ahead of him on that front. Blazmate and Michael, who had thankfully managed to save himself from harm eventually, made quick work of the assault on his rear, bullets and mecha hair fists pounding the goomba assault squad to a pulp. Meanwhile others spread out into the field, the centurion and linkle proving very effective with their flaming sword strikes and massive aoe crossbow attacks respectively. Meanwhile Ratchet and Din seemed to be disappointing at first, mostly limited offensive to bopping goomba Goombas with their respective metal sticks. The yellow furred hero did at least seem a rather agile bugger, which could be useful. Meanwhile the red headed woman’s main skill seemed to be dancing, something that initially confused the king when she started doing it infront of him.

“OK THAT'S REAL NICE BUT THIS IS REALLY NOT THE TIME” he began before her magic began to surge through him, patching up minor injuries that he received in between Blazmates bursts of healing and, more uniquely, invigorating the king with renewed strength and vigor. “NO WAIT, THIS IS GOOD KEEP GOING” he corrected himself. 

The king made mental notes of all he had seen of his allies do in  the fight, forming rudimentary records of how they could be best applied to future encounters. The king was not exactly a master strategist or anything, but even he knew that a leader had to understand their soldiers skills to apply them effectively. While it was a little disquieting to gain this information by observing what where, or had been, his leaderless minions being torn to shreds by his new troops but it was also good to know that he seemingly have competent help for a change. The king congratulated himself on making the in no way chivalrous and entirely selfish decision to protect them from the brick rain before taking advantage of their work to get pick himself up and get stuck in with the cleanup. After rising himself back to his feet the king took a moment to ensure his cargo’s safety. 

“YOU, HELPFUL DANCING LADY. WATCH KIRBY FOR ME.”

His burden thoroughly dumped on someone else the king turning round to face the beleaguered enemy forces and announcing “I HAVE TRAITORS TO PUNISH”

[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bJ6O6Ln8xo]The King Enters The Fray[/url][/center]

Now free of the task of providing cover the king charged forwards into the battle, driving his enemies before him as he stomped towards the biggest thing in the fight, namly the goomba stack, as hammers pinged off of his shell and koopa shells ricocheted off of his steel toe caps. Those that did not flee before his royal bulk where annihilated by the king, be they crushed under beneath his feet or roasted by quick bouts of flame that caused many a goomba to run around in a panic while on fire, careening into their allies, pipes or surrounding shrubbery while generally spreading chaos and more fire till they eventually poofed into the little sprites that now littered the area. Bowser wasn't entirely sure what was up with these little balls of light that showed images of uncorrupted minions. Perhaps they were like the trophies that people had to turned into when defeated during the last multiverse crossover thing? At any rate it probably meant that the army wasn't going to just inconveniently respawn the moment they left the area thanks to a liberal application of 1up his troops received before going into battle. After all, what better way to encourage suicidal loyalty from such squishy minions than actual immortality. The king had of course hoarded much of this power himself, as could be seen by the fact that he had been dumped into lava more times that he could count and yet here he was, alive, in the flesh and subconsciously ignoring that big stinking zero that Galeem had left him with.   

Continuing to ignore his current mortality the King rampaged on till at last the two titans of the battlefield met to begin an epic clash: Bowser the Koopa King vs a large stack of goombas. The two towering terrible titans started squaring off and taunting another: bowser repeatedly punching  a scaly fist into a clawed palm while giving menacingly, the tower swayed back and forth in a show of mastery of the stacking arts, the bottom gomba hopping from foot to foot just to add to the display of skill. Introductions having been made, the king was the first to strike, dramatically winding up an all mighty right hook before slamming his fist forwards, only for the stack to sway to one side and then launch itself forwards in a retaliatory strike, the goomba tower bapping bowser somewhat ineffective in the face. The king growled angrily in response before repeating the attack with a left hook instead, only for the tower to dodge to the right and strike him once more. The many members of the  tower, seemingly very pleased with themselves, proceeded to laugh at the king, only for their extatic expressions to be wiped off of their faces a few moments later to be replaced with looks of fear as the king, already sick of this humiliation sucked in a vast amount of air into his chasamous lungs. The tower’s many goombas wished to flee turn and flee but were horrified to find that their lowest member was still chortaling to themselves, unaware of its impending doom til the final moment as flames washed over the stack, roasting them all like a shish kebab.

Bowser laughed as the tower began to run amuck in its now pyre like state before loping after it and then leaping lightly into the air too bring bringing a claw crashing down on top of the now thoroughly to dodge stack’s top goomba. The scaly hand ripped down through the stack, squishing each goomba in turn till it swiped through the last and smacked the ground, leaving bowser’s foe thurley dunked on. The king finished by pushed himself back upright before giving a, perhaps premature, skywards victory roar/maniacal laugh. 

“RAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”