The area was all glitched now, endless voids in the floor where it was corrupt. The Batter was getting weak, his body burnt from all the lasers. Still, he used what strength he had to jump at him in a jump-kick, the spikes on the bottom of his shoes growing longer, space tearing around him once again;
Competence>R̫̮̳̼͚̺̯̈́̋ͬ̽̐ͮ̈͘͜Ũ̸̵͎͔̄̈́̅͘N̡͕̩̅ͫ̏̐ͯ̋̋̀͢ ̡͚̉ͥ̎W̸̙̣̲̲͖̘͍̣͆̐ͤ̂͑̔̚I̴̴̢̤͙͙͐̓̎̒͒͛̇̽T̷̸͉̟̼̳̯̦͙̝͔͋͂̈́̽͋̌̓̐̐͞Ḧ̸͈̘͕͔̪́ͭͥ͑ͯͥ͢ ̵̙͓͙̿ͦ̌̊̑̑̇B̼̮͇͔̳̫̖̈̓͟͝Ë̴̡̱̳͙̳͍̱̮́̌ͨ̀͘L̘̺̞̮͙͎̯ͮͬ̓͋̌͞I̬̞͍̫̻̳͔͆̇É̫̙ͪ̊̾̅F̴̵̛̖̙̦̩̯̭̟̪̏̏̋>Pablo
A sickening crack was heard as his cleat collided with his head, and he fell backwards, still firing tears and lasers at The Batter. He scooted away from a corrupt tile upon the ground and tossed another lit explosive at Batter to compensate for his terrible damage.
Also disconcerted by the lack of noise, he decided to toss in an insult.
"You seem to have had practice killing children."
[HEALTH: 2 red hearts, 1 black heart, 1 soul heart]
The Bomb hit him square in the chest and exploded, sending him flying into a wall. He fell to the floor and made awful squelching sounds. He tried to get back up, only to collapse again.
The static sounds died down, now being very faint.
As a final strike, the batter gave another Magic Homerun, which luckily could also be used as a Special Attack.
Competence>M͖̱̹̱͚̬̍ͩͣ̃̄̽ͅA̶̭̻͈̲̬̟̿͆̂̂̃̆̈́G̛͉͖͓̝̖͌̎ͅͅI̳̫̞̘̞̐͌C̯̲̞͍̺̲̩͙̯̃̇͂͒ͬ͛ͮͮ ̞̱̘̬͑̈̽̉̇ͅͅH̷̟̜̩̟̍Ȏ̪̮̩̜̬͆͐͌́͟͡Ṃ̠͎̬̱̪̋̀Ȅ̛̻̺̰̲ͣ̑ͭ̈̈́Ŗ̬̦͕̻̪̻͕̝̉̎͋̎͒ͮͫ͊Ũ̟̹͉̗̜̲̜̝͝Ṅ͂̿͏̧̩̳̝͚͎̹̫>Pablo
A rod of corrupt, glitchy energy swung at Pablo.
This energy did more damage than Pablo expected, at least one and a half hearts - bringing him down to…
Pablo grinned through the pain, picking himself up and walking over to Batter, expecting to be hit. He didn’t care how badly Batter was hurt, at least one touch was enough to remove a half-heart.
"Gounna’ hit me, child-killer?"
The Batter gasped in his own pain, bleeding out onto the floor. His shrunk at the other’s final remark and hissed weakly, bringing his arm back and taking yet another heavy swing at the child, too enraged to care about how much energy he was spending.
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