08-18-2015, 02:33 PM
Volibear let out another hair-raising roar and lunged forward at Dr. McNinja. He rolled under the exposed underbelly of the gigantic polar bear, slashing at it with his katana. He tumbled onto his feet and stood up, sword gripped in preparation for the next attack.
However, Doc realized that his evasive maneuver had actually earned him several burns (presumably from the static surrounding the bear) and a slash on his back from the bear’s claws. He felt his coat dampen and grimaced at the sudden feeling of pain.
On the other hand, the bear was also injured by this first engagement. Volibear gently lifted his paw to his stomach, where he felt his wound. The blood from the deep cut stained his white paws. He snarled at the doctor. Then, seeing the metal sword in his hand, he smirked.
“Why you laughing?” Doc asked.
“Oh, my dear Dr. McNinja,” Volibear laughed, “Learn to know thine enemy.”
Volibear thrust his left paw forward, sending a current of electricity to pulse through the air, shooting towards Doc. Doc blocked the pulse with his sword, sending the shock wave coursing through the blade… and into his palm.
“GGGUUHHH” Doc roared in pain as the shock burned him from the inside. He collapsed on the ground, sword clattering onto the ground. He couldn’t move - his muscles had seized up. He remembered, in the back of his mind, Professor Franklin II’s lessons on electrocution. If enough voltage went through your body, your muscles responded by locking up, causing intense pain and sometimes permanent paralysis. If the electricity reached your heart… it would cause fibrillation.
In layman terms, Volibear could shoot heart attacks and third-degree burns out of his fingers.
And Dr. McNinja tried to Jedi-block it with a metal sword.
“GGGAHHHGG” McNinja grunted, doing his absolute best to rise to his feet. His limbs did not respond. His jaw was clenched to the point where thought he felt his teeth starting to crack. To escape this scenario was simple. All he had to do was jab under the right shoulder-blade, hit that nerve cluster, then activate the River Mountain chi sequence whenever his arm loosened enough to move. Just releasing his arm from paralysis was relatively simple. It took simple meditation, and purging the residual static through his fingertips. Not enough to fire his own electric shock at anything, (which probably wouldn’t even help him in this case) but enough to help himself back up.
Except he didn’t have the time to meditate.
Volibear was greedily gulping down a mysterious red bottle, which he then crushed in his hand and threw aside. The bloody cut on his belly started healing at a much more accelerated rate, leaving only dried blood as evidence to the wound.
“A healing potion?” Doc wanted to say, “That’s cheating!”
The universe suddenly snapped into slow-motion. Dr. McNinja was alarmed by the surreal time change, but it became much less important as he watched the front end of a circle appeared from out of nowhere. It landed directly on the bear's right cheek, who watched with shock as the flesh on his face began to quiver under the impact of the mysterious object. The circle manifested into a tire, which seems to grow a yellow frame, which transformed into a...
A dirtbike.
Time began passing normally. The dirtbike roared out of view as Volibear tumbled to the side. Doc then saw the dirtbike skid back into his line of sight, sliding to a stop at the feet of the Madskillz Monarch. Rad mounted the bike and revved the engine in anticipation.
Volibear had now recovered from the motorcycle ambush and was back on his feet. He roared again, triggering that horrible dread that the Dynamic Duo had felt before.
King Radical again revved his engine in response. Volibear started bounding towards Rad on all fours. Rad's dirtbike let out a horrible screeching as the tires skid on the concrete, consequently blasting him forward in a bombastic back-wheelie.
The universe went into slow-motion again as Volibear leapt forward, claws gleaming. King Rad propelled his weight up into the air, jumping and spinning at the same time, still in a wheelie. Dismounting the bike in mid-air, but holding onto the handlebars, King Rad swung the bike like a giant club with engines directly at the polar bear's scalp. Landing with a sickening crack, the bike sent Volibear crashing to the ground. Sliding a few meters due to his initial momentum, the Freljord warrior lay on the cracked cement.
With a strained grunt, Volibear slid to his knees and stood on his feet with great effort. King Radical snapped his fingers with his left arm. Four men in tuxedos with hollow eyes stepped forward from behind him. They lifted their hands, as if to offer them, and the middle two lowered onto one knee. A moment later, a horrible screeching noise pulsed from their mouths, nearly crushing Volibear’s eardrums. The tsunami of sound crashed like a windstorm of mad beatz.
“AAARGH” Volibear cried out, “THIS TRACK IS TOO DOPE”
Doc was paralyzed, but if he were able to move, he would have likewise howled, “DIS MIXTAPE STRAIGHT FIYAH”
King Radical nodded at the four men, who closed their mouths. Volibear was curled on the ground in a fetal position, as best a polar bear can. One of the four men opened his demonic mouth and announced, “D-D-D-D-D-DROP THE BASS.”
In one explosive burst, sound waves rippled through the air, sending Volibear across the courtyard and into a wall. He disappeared in a cloud of concrete dust. The demonic four were blasted back as well, and completely disappeared as suddenly as they came.
King Radical rushed over to Dr. McNinja.
“Doctor!” he whispered, “Are you okay?”
“R…r…right…” Doc stuttered, “Sh…Sh…ull..duh…”
“Shoulder? Right shoulder?”
Dr. McNinja managed to reply with an affirmative “GUH”. King Radical carefully aimed, then lightly karate-chopped him in the shoulder. Doc rattled into a spasm, then calmed down again. He found that his jaw could move again.
“GUH! Radical! Radical! Under the shoulder blade!”
King Radical, frowning, jabbed as he was instructed. Dr. McNinja jolted around on the ground like an aggressive Magikarp, then finally collapsed on the ground. He could feel his arms again. Slowly pushing himself up with great effort, he turned to King Radical.
“What the hell were those monsters?”
“Your welcome,” the Mantastic Monarch snapped, “And that was my Dubstep Quartet.”
“Your what?”
On the other side of the courtyard, Volibear stumbled out of the rubble. Doc and Rad heard the bear rise. Dr. McNinja sheathed his sword.
“I need to figure out how to attack him without any metal weapons. That leaves only my grappling hook and my stun grenade. I could possibly use my throwing stars, if I’m caref-"
“Forget the polar bear. Get on my bike.”
The dirtbike skidded to a halt right in front of the pair. Doc glared at King Radical.
“Trust me?”
“Uh, no, definitely not.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Volibear roared, then picked up a rather large chunk of concrete.
“I don’t even care anymore,” King Radical muttered, pulling the physician onto the bike by force.
Jumping on it himself, he revved the engines as hard as he could and drove the bike at maximum speed towards Volibear. The tires skidded against the concrete and Dr. McNinja screamed in fear, “TURN THE D*MN BIKE”
Volibear roared one more time and let the concrete fly from his paws. King Radical placed his foot on the ground, causing the bike to topple to the side. As it rolled, King Rad pulled the bike so that it would just slide on the ground. The sudden drop caused the concrete to fly over their heads. The dirtbike smashed directly into Volibear’s shins, and slid forward a few more feet before slowing to a stop. Volibear had been properly knocked out.
Dr. McNinja stood up and brushed the dust off his coat. He then tugged his mask, letting all the blood rush out like a giant crimson waterfall while keeping his identity secret.
“Do not ever do that again.”
“We’re here,” King Radical murmured.
Dr. McNinja squinted. “Where?”
King Radical whipped out a pistol and shot Dr. McNinja square in the chest. Dr. McNinja would normally be able to dodge it, but his sustained wounds and the sudden ambush caused him to take it in the left arm. He collapsed onto the floor.
“What the hell?!?” Doc screamed.
“Agh, you’re right,” King Rad sighed, “I should have let you fix my arm first. I think it’s broken.”
“THAT’S NOT THE IMPORTANT PART” Doc howled, "Why'd you shoot me?"
“Well, Doctor,” King Radical snarled, “You ruined my plans, let my kingdom die, and still seem dead-set on defeating me. You were not to be trusted. Plus, this means I get to keep the goodies to myself.”
“What goodies?!” Doc yelled.
King Radical ignored him and walked down the hallway. Dr. McNinja felt himself pass out from the blood loss. He thought to himself, "I really should have seen this coming."
However, Doc realized that his evasive maneuver had actually earned him several burns (presumably from the static surrounding the bear) and a slash on his back from the bear’s claws. He felt his coat dampen and grimaced at the sudden feeling of pain.
On the other hand, the bear was also injured by this first engagement. Volibear gently lifted his paw to his stomach, where he felt his wound. The blood from the deep cut stained his white paws. He snarled at the doctor. Then, seeing the metal sword in his hand, he smirked.
“Why you laughing?” Doc asked.
“Oh, my dear Dr. McNinja,” Volibear laughed, “Learn to know thine enemy.”
Volibear thrust his left paw forward, sending a current of electricity to pulse through the air, shooting towards Doc. Doc blocked the pulse with his sword, sending the shock wave coursing through the blade… and into his palm.
“GGGUUHHH” Doc roared in pain as the shock burned him from the inside. He collapsed on the ground, sword clattering onto the ground. He couldn’t move - his muscles had seized up. He remembered, in the back of his mind, Professor Franklin II’s lessons on electrocution. If enough voltage went through your body, your muscles responded by locking up, causing intense pain and sometimes permanent paralysis. If the electricity reached your heart… it would cause fibrillation.
In layman terms, Volibear could shoot heart attacks and third-degree burns out of his fingers.
And Dr. McNinja tried to Jedi-block it with a metal sword.
“GGGAHHHGG” McNinja grunted, doing his absolute best to rise to his feet. His limbs did not respond. His jaw was clenched to the point where thought he felt his teeth starting to crack. To escape this scenario was simple. All he had to do was jab under the right shoulder-blade, hit that nerve cluster, then activate the River Mountain chi sequence whenever his arm loosened enough to move. Just releasing his arm from paralysis was relatively simple. It took simple meditation, and purging the residual static through his fingertips. Not enough to fire his own electric shock at anything, (which probably wouldn’t even help him in this case) but enough to help himself back up.
Except he didn’t have the time to meditate.
Volibear was greedily gulping down a mysterious red bottle, which he then crushed in his hand and threw aside. The bloody cut on his belly started healing at a much more accelerated rate, leaving only dried blood as evidence to the wound.
“A healing potion?” Doc wanted to say, “That’s cheating!”
The universe suddenly snapped into slow-motion. Dr. McNinja was alarmed by the surreal time change, but it became much less important as he watched the front end of a circle appeared from out of nowhere. It landed directly on the bear's right cheek, who watched with shock as the flesh on his face began to quiver under the impact of the mysterious object. The circle manifested into a tire, which seems to grow a yellow frame, which transformed into a...
A dirtbike.
Time began passing normally. The dirtbike roared out of view as Volibear tumbled to the side. Doc then saw the dirtbike skid back into his line of sight, sliding to a stop at the feet of the Madskillz Monarch. Rad mounted the bike and revved the engine in anticipation.
Volibear had now recovered from the motorcycle ambush and was back on his feet. He roared again, triggering that horrible dread that the Dynamic Duo had felt before.
King Radical again revved his engine in response. Volibear started bounding towards Rad on all fours. Rad's dirtbike let out a horrible screeching as the tires skid on the concrete, consequently blasting him forward in a bombastic back-wheelie.
The universe went into slow-motion again as Volibear leapt forward, claws gleaming. King Rad propelled his weight up into the air, jumping and spinning at the same time, still in a wheelie. Dismounting the bike in mid-air, but holding onto the handlebars, King Rad swung the bike like a giant club with engines directly at the polar bear's scalp. Landing with a sickening crack, the bike sent Volibear crashing to the ground. Sliding a few meters due to his initial momentum, the Freljord warrior lay on the cracked cement.
With a strained grunt, Volibear slid to his knees and stood on his feet with great effort. King Radical snapped his fingers with his left arm. Four men in tuxedos with hollow eyes stepped forward from behind him. They lifted their hands, as if to offer them, and the middle two lowered onto one knee. A moment later, a horrible screeching noise pulsed from their mouths, nearly crushing Volibear’s eardrums. The tsunami of sound crashed like a windstorm of mad beatz.
“AAARGH” Volibear cried out, “THIS TRACK IS TOO DOPE”
Doc was paralyzed, but if he were able to move, he would have likewise howled, “DIS MIXTAPE STRAIGHT FIYAH”
King Radical nodded at the four men, who closed their mouths. Volibear was curled on the ground in a fetal position, as best a polar bear can. One of the four men opened his demonic mouth and announced, “D-D-D-D-D-DROP THE BASS.”
In one explosive burst, sound waves rippled through the air, sending Volibear across the courtyard and into a wall. He disappeared in a cloud of concrete dust. The demonic four were blasted back as well, and completely disappeared as suddenly as they came.
King Radical rushed over to Dr. McNinja.
“Doctor!” he whispered, “Are you okay?”
“R…r…right…” Doc stuttered, “Sh…Sh…ull..duh…”
“Shoulder? Right shoulder?”
Dr. McNinja managed to reply with an affirmative “GUH”. King Radical carefully aimed, then lightly karate-chopped him in the shoulder. Doc rattled into a spasm, then calmed down again. He found that his jaw could move again.
“GUH! Radical! Radical! Under the shoulder blade!”
King Radical, frowning, jabbed as he was instructed. Dr. McNinja jolted around on the ground like an aggressive Magikarp, then finally collapsed on the ground. He could feel his arms again. Slowly pushing himself up with great effort, he turned to King Radical.
“What the hell were those monsters?”
“Your welcome,” the Mantastic Monarch snapped, “And that was my Dubstep Quartet.”
“Your what?”
On the other side of the courtyard, Volibear stumbled out of the rubble. Doc and Rad heard the bear rise. Dr. McNinja sheathed his sword.
“I need to figure out how to attack him without any metal weapons. That leaves only my grappling hook and my stun grenade. I could possibly use my throwing stars, if I’m caref-"
“Forget the polar bear. Get on my bike.”
The dirtbike skidded to a halt right in front of the pair. Doc glared at King Radical.
“Trust me?”
“Uh, no, definitely not.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Volibear roared, then picked up a rather large chunk of concrete.
“I don’t even care anymore,” King Radical muttered, pulling the physician onto the bike by force.
Jumping on it himself, he revved the engines as hard as he could and drove the bike at maximum speed towards Volibear. The tires skidded against the concrete and Dr. McNinja screamed in fear, “TURN THE D*MN BIKE”
Volibear roared one more time and let the concrete fly from his paws. King Radical placed his foot on the ground, causing the bike to topple to the side. As it rolled, King Rad pulled the bike so that it would just slide on the ground. The sudden drop caused the concrete to fly over their heads. The dirtbike smashed directly into Volibear’s shins, and slid forward a few more feet before slowing to a stop. Volibear had been properly knocked out.
Dr. McNinja stood up and brushed the dust off his coat. He then tugged his mask, letting all the blood rush out like a giant crimson waterfall while keeping his identity secret.
“Do not ever do that again.”
“We’re here,” King Radical murmured.
Dr. McNinja squinted. “Where?”
King Radical whipped out a pistol and shot Dr. McNinja square in the chest. Dr. McNinja would normally be able to dodge it, but his sustained wounds and the sudden ambush caused him to take it in the left arm. He collapsed onto the floor.
“What the hell?!?” Doc screamed.
“Agh, you’re right,” King Rad sighed, “I should have let you fix my arm first. I think it’s broken.”
“THAT’S NOT THE IMPORTANT PART” Doc howled, "Why'd you shoot me?"
“Well, Doctor,” King Radical snarled, “You ruined my plans, let my kingdom die, and still seem dead-set on defeating me. You were not to be trusted. Plus, this means I get to keep the goodies to myself.”
“What goodies?!” Doc yelled.
King Radical ignored him and walked down the hallway. Dr. McNinja felt himself pass out from the blood loss. He thought to himself, "I really should have seen this coming."
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