[center][h3] Michael and Franklin [/h3]
Level 3- (8/30) EXP / Level 1- (6/10) EXP (+3 EXP)
Location: Peach's Castle, Throne Room
Wordcount: 696 [/center]
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Whatever the kid's plan was, it seemed to be working. As Franklin fired more shots at his enemy, it suddenly retreated into its shell, slamming into the column that Franklin was hiding behind. [color=39b54a]"Oh, shit-"[/color] was all he was able to get out before the massive creature made contact, knocking into the column and sending pieces of rubble falling dangerously close. Dodging the falling debris, Franklin ran back towards the entrance, to the column that Michael was hiding behind. [color=39b54a]"I think he's down!"[/color]

Peeking out of cover, Michael could see that the enemy Bowser had indeed been knocked down. [color=00aeef]"Yeah, he's down...for now."[/color] As he watched, the group used the opportunity to attack their incapacitated enemy, including, to his surprise, the Courier, who was surprisingly not dead, and even more surprisingly fighting on their side once more. [color=00aeef][i]Wait...then, what the hell was that about earlier? He better have a plan...[/i][/color] Whatever the situation with him was, Michael couldn't take advantage of their enemy's mistake, as the amount of allies nearby made any attempts to get a shot in far too risky. 

To the two men's dismay, their enemy wasn't planning on staying down. The fake Bowser let out a shout, and shot out fire, melting the ice that Din had put up to keep him trapped. Getting up, the two felt their hearts sink as they looked upon their enemy, lit with fire and seemingly no worse for wear, despite their allies' best efforts. A few of their allies rushed forward to engage the enemy, notable a robot that Michael recognized as one of the newcomers from the battles on the bridge. To his horror, the fake Bowser grabbed the machine, and bit off half of it. It's master fired a pistol at it, but the doppelganger sped forward in his shell, presumably crushing her. 

Everything went silent, including Michael and Franklin, until Zer0 stepped forward, spouting off haiku in honor of his fallen friend before jumping into the air, and stabbing their enemy in the eye. Things were silent again, and the two hoped that, finally, their enemy had fallen. 

But, to their horror, he began to [i]laugh[/i]. Zer0's weapon melted, his attack seemingly having no effect. With the flick of his finger, Zer0 was cut in half. Three of their allies were now dead, and their enemy, seemingly unharmed, [i]mocked[/i] them. Franklin closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Looking up again, he made a vow that, no matter what, this...thing, this [i]monster[/i], would die today. 

While Michael barely knew the cyborg, much less his companion, they were his allies, and he had just watched them be cut down in front of him. While he was no stranger to death, the way the Bowser doppelganger casually killed them made him feel helpless. That feeling of helplessness soon turned to anger, anger at the monster in front of him. Almost automatically, he raised his rifle, feeling some sort of energy flowing through him. Whatever it was, his anger fed it, and he felt it flow into his weapon. As he shouldered his rifle, he sent a look at Franklin, and it wasn't hard for him to understand what Michael was about to do. Franklin moved out of cover, raising his pistol and firing several shots in the direction of their enemy.

Looking down his scope, Michael first centered his crosshairs on Megadragonbowser's chest. Activating his Bullet Time, he pulled the trigger, feeling the energy flow out of his rifle and into the bullet he just fired. A large fireball shot out of the barrel, and the bullet flew forwards like a small missile, a trail of smoke behind it. When it struck, it would cause a small explosion as it slammed into Megadragonbowser's chest. Using his Bullet Time, Michael quickly moved his crosshairs again, and fired twice more, once at the enemy's right shoulder, and another straight into his face. The sound of his shots were deafening, and the large fireball, plus the smoke trail, gave his position away, but it didn't matter to him in that moment. All that mattered to him was their enemy needed to die, and fast.