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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:18 pm
It was only a couple days after his birthday and Valhalla was out on patrol again. He supposed birthdays didn't really matter much when it came to fighting the forces of evil or whatever it was that was causing monsters to pop up everywhere in Destiny City. Sleep didn't matter either, apparently. Because not only did youma show up at any time during the day, but any time in the night, as well. Thankfully this one had shown up not too late at night.
He did feel bad about leaving his girlfriend at his apartment, though. He'd felt the sensation of a youma while they'd been watching a movie, but Paris didn't seem like she was all that bothered that he was getting up and leaving. She seemed to be more interested in the booze she'd brought over for some more 'birthday celebration'. How she got her hands on anything, he didn't know, but he wasn't really in the mood to nag at her and make her stop. He supposed he couldn't monitor what she had now that he was gone, but if he was lucky, she would have fallen asleep by the time he got back.
The monster before him now was large, fanged, clawed, and reptile-like, kind of like a cross between a bear and an alligator... He wasn't looking forward to fighting it, and was very glad to feel a couple friendly energy signals heading his way. He recognized them, but he couldn't place his finger on who they were. It was a little difficult to concentrate when there was a large youma standing a few yards away.
Valhalla had his compass out, although he wasn't sure what he could do with it. For now he swung it around on its chain, ready to let it go and fling it at the monster if it decided to get closer before he had sufficient help.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:27 pm
Valhalla was right about friendly energy signatures converging on his location. Kallichore had been out patrolling alone that night and had yet to encounter anything worth sprinting for. There was something about the rush of air in her face that made her feel alive, and she relished whatever chance she had to drop from a building's roof to the street level and take off after something. This would have been one of those chances had the youma stopped moving suddenly. Coming to a halt at the edge of a building nearby, the super senshi looked out and around to spy... ah, that was someone she recognized. Valhalla, page of Jupiter if memory served. They'd met at the library not too long ago under very interesting circumstances.
From her position, she couldn't tell if he had the situation under control. Some people were more personal about their youma kills than others, and Kallichore found it best to ask before jumping in in most cases. "Valhalla!" she called, studying him as he readied his weapon. Did he really need that with all the strength he possessed? "Do you need assistance?" The super senshi dropped to perch on an ornate cloth canopy overlooking the entrance to a florist's shop. The fabric sagged beneath her weight and finally settled after a few moments. Not graceful in the slightest (rather, she looked like a torn gargoyle) but it would do. Sliding off of it would be easy enough. Hands on her knees, Kallichore watched in rapt satisfaction. Pages turned out to be much sturdier than she initially gave them credit for.
"It's a nice evening to be out hunting, I think." she admitted, a complementary tone to her voice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:42 pm
Ganymede wasn't hunting youma. Not at all. The fact that he was out and about right now had more to do with the fact that he didn't trust his boyfriend to be able to handle things on his own, and less to do with actually wanting to fight. Because he didn't want to fight, although fighting youma was much preferred to fighting people, so he supposed he could keep his complaints to himself.
For now...
He'd been enjoying an evening at Chris's apartment when they'd both felt it, though Ganymede thought he'd done a fantastic job of pretending as if he had no idea what Chris was doing as his boyfriend had stumbled off of the couch and ran out on him. Okay, so Chris had been a bit more graceful than that. Paris had been the one to stumble, fumbling in his purse for his pen and racing out of the apartment complex a minute or two behind Chris, waiting until he'd come across a conveniently placed alley before transforming.
Perhaps it wasn't the best time for him to be offering help. He'd spent the evening working his way through some imported cider -- the name of which he couldn't remember, but it tasted like apple juice and was therefore quite easy to drink. His head was a little fuzzy, but not so much that he didn't know what he was doing, and though he could feel someone else in Val's vicinity, that didn't stop him from arriving on the scene some moments later. Val-- Chris -- was his boyfriend, after all. What sort of significant other would he be if he didn't offer help when it was needed?
"Val!" he greeted him enthusiastically. He had none of Kallichore's discretion and parked himself right beside the page. "What have we got here? Ugly bear-crocodile thing. Who am I kidding? They're all ugly."
He spared a glance over toward the awning, spying the other senshi perched there. "Oh, it's you," he said. He sounded quite a bit more cheerful than he would have under different circumstances. "Poking your nose into things again, are you? You've got a real knack for it."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 11:13 pm
It was Kallichore that he heard first, and he glanced up at her with a small grimace. "Maybe," he said vaguely, although the tone of his voice was sarcastic. He was definitely going to need assistance with this thing. "Long time no see," he called up to her, glad to see that she was okay after their run-in with higher powered Negaverse officers. It was amazing that they'd all made it out in one piece. And she probably didn't know it, but he'd been worried about her. After all, he hadn't seen much of her and was instead thrown into a fight on the side of Europa — whom he would definitely not mind meeting again (and not just because of her lack of skirt, thanks...).
He was just about to respond to her second comment when the other energy made his appearance. "Ganymede," he nearly sputtered in surprise when the senshi moved up next to him. He figured now wasn't really the time to explain the differences between crocodiles and alligators, and instead kept his eyes on the creature as it let out an angry roar. It lifted itself to stand on its hind legs and Valhalla frowned, moving forward to try and get in a place where he could conk it on the head with his compass.
In fact, he might have attacked if he hadn't heard Ganymede's comments to the other super senshi.
Valhalla turned to stare in confusion at him, and ended up standing still a little too long. A long, scaly tail whipped around and caught him in the side, knocking him into the senshi he stood beside and tumbled to the cement, his compass rolling out of reach and sight. Well, s**t.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:37 am
Oh boy, I should have known.
Kallichore shook her head and suppressed an eye roll. They were really good at annoying one another, which made encounters all the more... interesting. Leaping from her sagging perch, the super senshi landed on the concrete and stood up to examine what was going on. "If by 'poking my nose', you mean 'hunting youma', then yes, I do have quite a knack for it. Aren't you doing the same? That is why you're here, isn't it Ganymede?" That last part was a true and honest question coming from her. She wanted to know if the other super senshi had a sudden onset attack of responsibility and was assisting Valhalla because of it. If so, perhaps he was on the path to change for the better and actually like what he'd become.
Before she could say anything else, the youma smacked the page of Jupiter sidelong with its tail. Her and her fellow Jovian had proven to be a distraction, and not a good one. Once her comrade had hit the pavement, Kallichore found herself incredibly angry. Livid. Pissed that she was part of the distraction that caused injury to someone else, and she sought to right it. Looking around, she spotted an overturned trashcan and took up its lid, trying to toss it frisbee-style at the youma's head.
If she knew how to whistle with her fingers, that would have proved even better. But as it was, she let Ganymede tend to Valhalla since he was closer. Nothing else in the immediate vicinity was throw-able (except maybe flower pots, but those were awfully heavy and inaccurate) so she had to do something else to get the youma's attention away from the injured page. Two supers could handle this thing, no problem. Right? Small rocks went sailing in the youma's direction. "Ugly! Over here! Did you get lost on the way to the zoo?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 8:28 am
"Actually, I meant your habit of stalking people," Ganymede replied, still in that relatively cheerful tone of voice that served as proof that he was either in a moderately good mood to begin with, or his senses were dulled just enough to where the feelings of annoyance he usually felt were slow to rise. "Hunt youma all you want. They're ugly suckers. I just happened to be--"
But he never finished telling her what he just happened to be, because at that moment Val was struck by the Croco-bear's tale and sent careening into Ganymede. Unprepared as Ganymede was for the sudden collision, they both fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs, Valhalla half on top of him.
Ganymede laughed. Well, it was more of an immature giggle than a laugh, but it was all the same to him. "Oh, Val! I never knew you felt this way!" he joked, batting his eyelashes as he gushed over the page. "Now isn't really the time to be naughty. You should come find me again later and I promise we can have some fun."
He worked his way out from beneath Valhalla, climbing back to his feet and extending a hand to help the page up as well. "Up you go, Wonder Boy. You can't spent the whole time on the ground. Kallichore needs our help."
He looked around for something he could use as a weapon, finding an empty glass bottle a couple of yards away. He picked it up to wield it, though not without making a bit of a disgusted face as he wondered what sort of flea-ridden person had left it there. Well, it would have to do for now. Ganymede approached the youma while Kallichore was busy throwing rocks at it, coming up from behind to strike it on the back of its Croco-bear head. The bottle shattered, the youma roared in displeasure, and Ganymede had just a few seconds to jump out of the way before it took a swipe at him with its long, sharp claws.
"You know," he said to no one in particular, taking a few steps back until he felt he was at a safe distance, "I bet this whole fighting monsters thing would be much more entertaining with a bit of background music."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:23 am
Valhalla grimaced as he found himself toppled onto Ganymede, worried that he might have hurt him at first. But since the other was the first to get up and help him up, he figured they'd both been lucky. "Thanks," he said, not sure what to make of his teasing, but he scrambled back to his feet, before watching in horror as the two senshi tried to attack the youma in their own ways. Kallichore with the trashcan lid and then rocks, and Ganymede with the glass bottle. It was Ganymede that he especially worried about because of how close the senshi had been to the monster.
"Kallichore! Careful!" he called, not wanting her to throw rocks while the other senshi was so close to where she'd been aiming, and then sputtering when the youma swiped at and missed Ganymede with its claws. He reached over to grab at the senshi's arm, pulling him back and farther away from the creature, frowning at him in a scolding fashion. "Don't get so close to it! What if it got you??" They would then be down one senshi and then what??
The page looked back over to where Kallichore was, releasing Ganymede's arm as he circled around the youma towards her. "You two are both senshi of something, right?" he asked, remembering when he'd met Pasiphae. He hadn't known before that senshi specialized in certain things, or had uniquely themed magic. He'd heard attack names before, of course, but now he was curious. These two were both senshi of Jupiter moons, right...? He was wondering if there was some kind of theme going on or if they were all just completely random. He thought he was pretty random, what with the viking getup and all that.
He picked up one of the flowerpots that Kallichore had decided against, before, and turned to hurl at the youma. They didn't have plants in them, at least! Just dirt!
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:34 pm
Valhalla certainly had the strength to throw the flower pot and make it dangerous - much better than the other two, most likely. Kallichore would leave the heavy lifting to the knight. She was rather impressed with Ganymede breaking a bottle against the youma's skull and for a fraction of a second, perhaps he was having fun with it? His comment about background music was something to ponder as well. Too bad she didn't carry a stereo with her. That was actually a good idea! Had she been into music at all, perhaps something could have been going through her head right then to give her a bit of a rhythm.
She saw Valhalla circle around towards her and stood her ground. Perhaps they could surround it and triple team it to death. The page's question made her blink for a moment before she understood what he was asking. It didn't seem unusual when she really thought about it - knights and their ilk were members of a planet, not an asteroid or anything, and may not have possessed a sphere like a senshi did. Kallichore nodded in the affirmative. "Yes, I'm the senshi of madness. Let's see how this thing handles my magic. Surge of the Maddened!"
Placing a hand over her eyes, those telltale heatwaves built up around the senshi and were launched at her target. Slowly they dispersed around the youma's head and Kallichore stood still, tense and waiting. Her attack did different things to different targets, and she wanted to see if this actually did anything. Her best hope was that the youma would see more than three of them, giving the real trio time to take the youma out. "I have no idea what Ganymede does. Never seen him use his magic. Perhaps now is a good time, Ganymede?" she called the last part to him. "Tell me you've got magic missiles or something."
Would that be too much to ask?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:27 pm
Currently, Ganymede was internally congratulating himself for what he thought was a rather stupendous idea. Music, he thought, would make this dance with death so much more tolerable, if not somewhat enjoyable. Unfortunately, he saw very few ways to make this happen, except to carry around a stereo and set it up somewhere during every youma encounter, but there was always the chance that it would be broken in the heat of things, and then it would be pretty worthless.
Momentarily shaking the thoughts from his mind as Val pulled him away and began making his way over to the second senshi, Ganymede contemplated his words. It took him a moment for his partially slowed brain to figure out what his favorite page was talking about, and by then Kallichore had already revealed her own sphere and used her attack on the youma.
Ganymede took another few steps back as he watched the Croco-bear, tilting his head to the side as he tried to decide what he wanted to do about it. "I'm the senshi of lust," he finally said, eyes still focused on the youma, "which is surprisingly fitting in certain ways. Don't know how much help I'll be. I've always found my magic to pretty useless, but I suppose it's worth a shot. Tantalizing Caress!"
For a moment, the youma paused, and did as many before it had done when Ganymede used his attack on them -- it sniffed at the air as if it could suddenly smell something truly pleasant.
"Well, there you go," Ganymede said, motioning toward the curious and distracted monster with one of his hands. He reached down to pick up a stray tree branch from the ground, moving to circle the youma as he began to sing to himself, which he thought was as good a replacement for an actual stereo as anything. "Know y'all been patiently waiting; I know you need me, I can feel it. I'm a beast, I'm an animal, I'm that monster in the mirror; The headliner, finisher, I'm the closer, winner. Best when under pressure, with seconds left I show up!"
Then something quite different from usual happened and the youma adopted a bit of a hungry, feral look, and Ganymede had almost seconds to notice it before it was lunging at him with sharp, bared claws. It was drooling profusely and foaming at the mouth, and seemed quite intent -- more so than it had been before, even -- of grabbing him and ripping him to shreds, though it was perhaps a bit ungraceful in its efforts. With a startled yelp, Ganymede dodged its claws and managed to whack it in the face with the branch he'd picked up, at which point the youma was knocked off balance and began to focus its attention on a random street sign, which it ripped from the ground and tossed aside in a dented heap.
"Well... he doesn't look happy," Ganymede observed, trying to get his rapidly beating heart to settle. "I suppose it's a bit late to say I have no idea what that attack does in comparison to my first one. That's the first time I've used it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 8:40 pm
"Madness...?" Valhalla said out loud, turning to watch Kallichore as she shouted out her attack and the magic did its work. Wait... madness... like being crazy...? Ah, that would explain the attack, at least. He kind of hoped senshi spheres didn't have to match who they belonged to, though. Such as things like Zodiac signs can sometimes be used to describe a person, but not fitting for everyone.
The page took a few steps back, reaching down to pick up another flower pot as he waited to see what Ganymede would do. He frowned at him in concern, not sure what was wrong with him but he seemed... off. He was much happier and more reckless than usual. Normally, Valhalla would count on Ganymede to have the level head in situations, but tonight he seemed to be a ticking time bomb of bad ideas.
He couldn't help but stare curiously when he announced his sphere, and then used his attack. It was different from the last time Valhalla had heard the senshi use it. He supposed, though, it was because he got a special boost of magic. Both Ganymede and Kallichore were 'super' after all. He knew there was a possibility for him as a page to get 'promoted' but he didn't think he would ever reach the level of achievement for that to happen.
Regardless, Valhalla couldn't help but smile when Ganymede started to sing — he'd done so before, so he knew he wasn't completely different from usual, just a bit... off...
Well, he was smiling until the youma turned to rush at the senshi, and Valhalla immediately started forward to try and get him out of there, but then Ganymede managed to do that on his own. Still, he grabbed onto Ganymede's arm and pulled him to the side, frowning at him and obviously worried. "What the hell is your problem tonight?? You're being reckless and over confident. Knock it off," he said, before rounding on Kallichore, even though she hadn't done anything wrong... yet... "And you! Don't do anything stupid, either. We're going to get rid of this thing together." It was the easiest way to keep the fighting in check. Theoretically with them working together, they would be able to displace the same amount of work and get the job done faster.
Not that one could really plan anything when fighting a monter.
"Help me find something to kill it with, Ganymede. Something heavy, preferably swingable. Kallichore, you're amazing at distracting them. Do you think you can keep this one on its toes while we find something? If you see an opening, attack, okay? Just stay out of the way of its teeth and claws." Please, for the love of Jove... ha ha... get it? Jove? Jupiter? ... never mind...
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 8:59 pm
Kallichore overheard Ganymede announcing his sphere as well and blinked. Lust? Well... that suddenly made the boy's fuku make a lot more sense. Of course, Kallichore had taken to making a possible list of spheres for her fellow Jovian after they had met - his fuku intrigued her that much. The best she could come up with was "burlesque", but wasn't that more of a type of dance or something? An adjective? He could have been Moulin Rouge personified for all she knew, but lust did make a great deal more sense. Too bad he had no idea what his attack could do. And I was so hoping for some kind of heart-shaped missile... Or at least some kind of love-themed laser. she thought to herself, severely disappointed.
Once the youma took a swing at the other super senshi, Kallichore blinked back to full attention. Luckily for all of them, Valhalla had reflexes to spare and was doing his best to keep Ganymede out of trouble. Him being so reckless (like the page had shouted) was totally out of character, but Kallichore chalked it up to the boy growing a pair and accepting what he'd become. That suddenly make the senshi of madness quite proud of her fellow senshi. When Valhalla told her not to do anything stupid, she huffed. "Stupid, no. Reckless? Maybe. I'm more of the precision strike type. But I'll keep it distracted for you, no problem. You boys find something heavy and sharp or something, okay? And save a little bit of youma for me too."
Dropping a wink and a smile to her comrades, Kallichore took off to start running out and around the youma in an effort to distract it. It turned towards her and lumbered in that direction, eyes lolling around in its head. It kept sniffing the air as if smelling the most tantalizing meal it could ever dream of, and even began drooling. It swiped at nothing in particular and started stalking away from the page and other senshi. Kallichore would put herself behind a car or other obstacle to keep safe while maintaining an eye on the youma. She was counting down, just as before. Valhalla would recognize it.
"Eighteen... seventeen... sixteen... Find a gun, please! That would be great."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:23 pm
Ganymede gave a very characteristic frown when Valhalla started lecturing him as if he were some sort of obnoxious schoolboy. "I get ragged on when I'm in a bad mood and don't want to do anything, and now I get lectured when I'm in a good mood and trying to enjoy myself. What do you people want from me?" he said, propping his hands onto his hips -- also quite characteristic -- before Val was pulling him around like a rag-doll.
"Make up your minds, the both of you!"
Okay, so maybe it wasn't very bright to come out fighting tipsy, but it wasn't like he'd gotten hurt! Yet... And he knew what he was doing! He wasn't falling over or doing anything exceptionally dangerous! In fact, he wasn't doing anything differently than he normally would when confronted with a monster. Except for maybe the singing, but at the moment he happened to think it helped set the mood. But hitting the youma in the head with a glass bottle and whacking it in the face with a stick were some of his common tactics. Nothing strange there.
They must not see him smile very often. They were acting all freaked out.
Clearly they needed to hang out with him over a round of drinks.
"You could always swing Kallichore at it," he suggested jokingly, tossing a humorous grin over his shoulder toward the other super senshi. "I bet you could pick her up easy. Too bad we don't have a baseball bat around here," he continued. He felt like he always said that, but after camp... well, they were damned useful. A gun, as Kallichore had requested, would be even better, but he wouldn't know where to find one unless they happened upon some petty street criminal, but it looked like anyone else who usually would have been around had vacated the area.
He kept singing random songs to himself, not only because he found it motivating and invigorating, but also because he could -- and apparently it made Valhalla antsy for some reason, and Ganymede happened to enjoy seeing him flustered and borderline loosing his temper due to worry. He switched to a different one, though, since they hadn't seemed to appreciate his last one, and this time he managed to work his own name in to it. He thought he was pretty clever. "Gany are you okay? Will you tell us that you're okay? There's a sign in the window that he struck you -- a crescendo, Gany. He came into your apartment, left the bloodstains on the carpet. Then you ran into the bedroom. You were struck down. It was your doom. Gany, are you okay? So, Gany, are you okay? Are you okay, Gany?"
He stopped when his eyes alighted on a stray pipe in an alleyway, illuminated by a nearby streetlight. "What about this?" he asked, picking it up to show Val. It wasn't quite the right size, but he supposed it could do.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:45 pm
He didn't rag on him usually! He couldn't remember doing so before, at least. He knew Ganymede wasn't usually all that thrilled about fighting, and neither was he so he understood. But this recklessness was putting him on edge and made him want to yell at him to stop and sit down before he was hurt. Thank goodness Kallichore seemed to know what she was doing, and he was very appreciative when she agreed to distract it.
Finding a gun would have definitely been useful, but sadly he didn't think they'd be getting their hands on one, so he continued looking, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck bristle as Ganymede started singing again. It was cute for him to sing, but only when they were, you know, not in the middle of fighting a youma. He would much rather prefer the senshi to focus on what they were doing, instead.
Valhalla looked up when Ganymede alerted him to the pipe, and he quickly moved forward to hold his hand out for it. "No offense, but I think I can swing harder. If you can find something else though, you're more than welcome to jump in," he explained, making a face as he heard Kallichore counting down the effect of her attack. There was little time to lose, then.
Turning back around, Valhalla raced over to where the other senshi was luring the creature, and he adjusted his grip around the pipe as best he could so he could get a good swing in. He didn't wait for the attack to wear off, but instead took advantage of its back turned to him. He ran forward, the heel of his boot landing on a wide area of the bear-gator's tail, and using his momentum to get up its back so he could take a swing at the back of its head, or even the side of its face.
The youma, unhappy with getting hit hard in the head, reared up in pain and Valhalla realized that although his confidence went up when he had an actual weapon in his hands, his ability to think things through was kind of lacking. He was on the ground before he knew it, the pipe rolling out of reach just as his compass had and he quickly lifted his arms to shield his face and try to roll out of the way as the angry monster came down on him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:59 pm
Things were looking up for a while, she thought. Ganymede's attack, combined with her own, proved to be a sensory overload for the youma. While it was still under their spell, it was swinging wildly at nothing in particular and would stop suddenly to stiff the air and wander in whatever direction seemed to pull it. With a good few yards' distance, Kallichore was relatively safe the whole time, counting down until her own attack's influence would be up. Before she could get another swing in, Valhalla came down on its skull with what looked to be a pipe of some kind. Excellent idea! It was too late to commend him though when the page was sent sailing off the youma's back and onto the ground, a perfect meaty morsel for one hungry monster. Thank Jove (oh god, now he had her doing it too!) he was alright. Something had to be done.
Dammit... dammit dammit... she cursed to herself. Kallichore stopped and looked around desperately for something to use as a tool. Spying someone's forgotten tire chain, the super senshi picked it up in her hands and felt its surprising weight. It was a rush of adrenaline that allowed her to carry it the few feet between her and the youma, taking the same path she saw Valhalla take just a few moments before. Kneeling on the youma's shoulders, the super senshi wrapped the chain once around its neck and dug her heels into its neck. Arching her back, she pulled as hard as she could in a bid to choke it. "Wish I had those... muscles you seem to have... Valhalla..." Kallichore grunted out between clenched teeth. It was no use though - she simply didn't have the strength the knight did and was quickly thrown from the youma's back.
The super senshi landed on the pavement with a fleshy thud and rolled a few feet before coming to a stop. Kallichore was in a daze and couldn't bring herself to stand. Her vision was sparkling a bit from the impact, the forms in front of her nothing more than distorted colors and shapes. "...Val's... okay...?" she managed to wheeze, but Kallichore couldn't even see straight enough to find Valhalla on the battlefield.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:23 pm
He rolled his eyes as the pipe was taken from him, which had been his intention the entire time, but if Valhalla wanted to think he'd actually planned on going in swinging, by all means, he'd let him think he was a hero. Okay, so he didn't plan on sitting out either, but he knew Valhalla was stronger than he was, at least when it came to muscles and brute strength -- he was a super senshi to Valhalla's page, and that had to count for something -- so he was more than happy to allow him the first hit.
And he was moderately impressed by Val's effort, though not terribly surprised when Valhalla was struck back and ended up on the ground. Worried, yes. Surprised, no. "Who's being reckless and overconfident now?!" he shouted at him, before muttering under his breath, "Hypocrite."
Ganymede scrounged around for something else to use in the alleyway and found another pipe, no longer or wider than Val's had been, but it should still serve its purpose. He returned to Val and Kallichore singing -- surprise, surprise -- and began to circle the youma again to find a good angle from which to attack while Kallichore had it restrained with the chain around it's neck. He had to admit, grudgingly, that that was a pretty good idea.
"Come out, Valhalla, don't let me wait. You Catholic boys start much too late. Oooh, sooner or later it comes down to fate. I might as well be the one~..."
He winced when Kallichore was thrown off -- that didn't look pretty -- but knew that now was his chance. He charged in, hands gripping the pipe the way Chris had taught him to grip a bat, and brought it up from beneath, striking the Croco-bear youma on the jaw. It stumbled back and he quickly jumped in again, giving it no time to swipe at him. He leaped up and brought the pipe down hard on its head with a resounding crack.
The youma swayed as if it saw stars -- or perhaps as if it were drunk -- released a final groan, and then began to fall forward and burst into dust before it could hit the ground.
"And they say there's a heaven for those who will wait. Some say it's better, but I say it ain't. I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. The sinners are much more fun... You know that only the good die young~..."
Ganymede stood back for a few moments to admire his handy work -- he even did a little victory dance, because he was in that good of a mood -- then he turned to the other to with an "I told you so" sort of expression on his face. "I think I'd like to hear some apologies," he said, propping his hands back on his hips after tossing the pipe aside. It clanged on the ground and rolled off somewhere down the street. "Ye of little faith. One day you're all going to stop underestimating me."
He approached Val first and helped him back to his feet with an "Easy there, Wonder Boy," before he actually deigned to extend his hand to Kallichore as well. "Not too bad, huh?"
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