Victory, or Defeat?
Thunderfunk watched as Cornelius J. Breadbuuter charged toward him, his sword held high, a bloodcurdling scream making its way from his lips. He waited until the last possible second before yelling “NOW!” and ducking. A soft ‘phoomp’ sounded from the device and a shape flew over Thunderfunk’s head. He glanced up in time to see the clown land gracefully in front of Breadbuuter.
With blinding speed, the clown began his attack. He pulled out a balloon sword that popped against Breadbuuter’s sword, revealing a deadly blade within. The clown leapt around, landing a few kicks with his giant feet. The two continued a furious battle, each one scoring a glancing blow with the sword.
While attempting a high kick, Breadbuuter slipped on the muddy ground. He fell on his back, his sword flying from his hand. The clown smiled and raised his sword. Suddenly he crossed his eyes and fell woozily to the ground. Tom’s puppet spit out the frying pan it was holding in its mouth and turned slowly to gaze at Thunderfunk. For a moment, nothing moved.
Thunder stopped, now standing only a few feet away from his archnemesis who was regaining his feet. The two stood, staring at each other for a long time. “So this is it,” said Thunder quietly.
“I suppose it is,” replied Breadbuuter.
Straw slammed the automatic pilot button on his console and raced out of the room. There was no way that he was letting Thunder face Breadbuuter and Tom on his own. By the time he reached the battleground, he could see the battle was already going on, and Thunder was on the defensive, being driven back step by step.
As he was running, Straw stumbled over something, falling heavily to the ground. As he rose to his feet, he glanced at what tripped him, smiling devilishly when he saw what it was.
Thunder stepped back again, dodging another blow. This could not last for long. Suddenly he heard a voice. “Tom!” it yelled. Everyone stopped and glanced over. A pair of popping sounds was followed by loud chittering noises that grew louder. Thunder smiled as the first squirrel flew by, snagging Tom’s puppet as it did. Before he had a chance to react, a second squirrel landed squarely on his head, biting and clawing furiously.
Noticing his foe’s distraction, Thunder stepped forward and landed a devastating blow on Breadbuuter’s chin, sending him flying. And then there was no more time to think. The final battle was on.
Straw tossed the gun aside and charged at Tom, tackling him hard. The two of them began to trade blows. A quick series of punches was followed by a flurry of kicks, but most of them were blocked by Tom. He grabbed Straw and tossed him, following up with his own blows, just missing crushing Straw’s skull by inches. The two of them continued to fight, not finding time for words, just trying to land a killing blow.
Meanwhile, Cornelius J. Breadbuuter and Thunderfunk the Superchicken were out for blood. They both ignored any opportunity for taunts and insults in favour of brutal combat. Breadbuuter tried to regain his sword, but was savagely punched by the giant chicken. They turned on each other, fighting up close and personal, and dirty. They were not above using any cheap trick that they could think of to gain an upper hand. Breadbuuter bit Thunder while the chicken tried to hit him in a very tender area. Soon the two of them were battered and bruised, blood flowing freely from a series of cuts. Thunder, down on one knee for a moment, spared a glance at his protege, noting with a grimace that Straw seemed to be facing a losing battle.
Putting one wing on the ground to push himself to his feet, a stab of pain shot up his arm. Yelling furiously, he shook his hand, glaring at the turtle clinging furiously there. “Louie!” he screamed. “You are so fired.” He shook his hand again and dislodged the poor reptile, sending him flying through the air, that self-satisfied smirk on his face once again.
Straw stumbled and fell, screaming with pain as Tom scored a hard blow on his shoulder. Light danced before his eyes and he prepared himself for the killing blow. Instead, all Tom said was ‘Thud’ and then ‘ow. Hey quit it.” Blinking rapidly, Straw cleared his vision and saw Tom dancing around, a turtle clinging furiously onto his finger. A large welt was growing on his head.
“Way to go Louie,” muttered Straw. He jumped to his feet and using the momentary distraction, he leapt forward, levelling Tom with a bonecrushing tackle, doing his dead-level best to drive his shoulder through Tom’s sternum. With a whoosh, all of the air left Tom’s lungs. They landed hard and rolled a few times, Straw landing on top. Tom groaned weakly. Making a fist, Straw glared at his foe. “I’d like you to meet my sock puppet.” His fist flew forward and socked Tom in the face, knocking him cold. Straw smiled, glad he could use a pun in such an effective manner.
Rising gingerly to his feet, he looked to see where Thunder was. The two had moved their battle a long ways away. Moving as fast as he could, Straw began to run.
“You can’t defeat me,” growled Thunder. He landed another haymaker, feeling the jolt of the punch all the way up his arm. “I am the best.”
Cornelius flew threw the air and landed hard, but he got to his feet quickly. “You were nothing before I found you,” he said, spitting out blood and teeth. “You owe everything to me.”
“I owe you nothing,” spat Thunder, swinging wildly. He missed and Breadbuuter was quick to take advantage, landing a series of punches that sent Thunder stumbling back several feet before falling.
“You think you can win,” said Breadbuuter, reaching down. He opened a hidden hatch and pulled out a conveniently placed handheld missile launcher. “But you should have chosen your battleground more wisely.” He levelled the launcher and squeezed the trigger.
Straw skidded to a halt as soon as he saw the missile launcher. He was too far away to do anything. He watched in horror as it all played out. Thunder, in desperation, reached down and scooped up a handful of dirt, throwing it in Breadbuuter’s face just as he squeezed the trigger. He threw his hands up, throwing the missile off target. It flew almost straight up about fifty feet before it was blown out of the air by the device’s anti-missile laser. A fireball began to expand in every direction as Thunderfunk and Cornelius charged at each other, screaming loudly enough to be heard over the roar of the explosion. They slammed into each other at full force just as the fireball reached them. The last thing that Straw saw before covering his eyes was a small cat leaping onto Straw’s back, an odd look of satisfaction on its face.
When the fireball disappeared, Straw rubbed his eyes and looked, but there was nothing to be seen. Thunderfunk the Superchicken was gone.
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