Chapter CXXX: Dueling – The Ghetto Derivation ~Multehx

Multehx didn’t have time to blink. He didn’t even have a moment to think. Well, that’s not totally true. One thought did cross his mind.
“OH ****!!”
Acting on pure reflex, he leapt straight up. Looking down, he saw the shot wizzing under…and Pseudo turning to look at it a second before a dome of pink energy and cherry blossom leaves engulfed him. A yell that was a demonish cry of half pain, half rage filled the air. A blast of purple light dispelled the dome, and there Pseudo stood, fuming. He raised a gloved, opaque hand at the Kitty mecha and yelled in a growl, “INSIGNIFIGANT TOY! HOW DARE YOU STRIKE THE GREAT TIME BENDER!!”

A purple aura surrounded the mecha and Havering waved his hand upwards. The mecha, held by this strange force, hovered a few feet off the ground. The demon then grinned and pounded his other hand with his fist. The mecha inverted then plummeted, a loud SMASH resounding as it’s head met the ground hard. As Multehx landed, he watched Havering repeat this several times, causing the council to just watch in morbid curiosity and Havering to laugh like a madman as he continued. Multehx slowly walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. Havering turned, looking dead serious. “Yes? What is it?” “Uh..nothing, just I think you can stop now..” “What makes you say that?” “Well…it’s head is indented, one of it’s arms is dinged pretty well, and an ear fell off.” “…your point being?” “Perhaps we can stop playing ‘Death and doom’ for the big feline and get back to our main priority? Say, I don’t know, warding off the demonic bad guys about to pummel us into bloody pulps?”

Havering groaned, frustratedly. He waved his hand and the kitty went flying through the air and landed on it’s stomach, half curled into a ball, some distance away. He looked at Multehx and raised a brow. “Happy now, Mr. ‘Good guy’?” Multehx nodded. “Quite.” Havering muttered something rather rude and turned to where the council stood. He rubbed his chin, frowning in thought. “Where were we?…ah, yes!” He bellowed a savage warcry and he, Multehx, and the council charged.

It wasn’t a glorious battle that resulted. Nor even a confrontation to be recalled in epics for decades. It was a demonic, street brawling, gang warish, ass whoopin’ to the next universe and back. There was no organization to it; it went more along the lines of “hit someone and hope they aren’t on your side.” This was quite bad for the council and it’s twelve members. Afterall, there were a fourth of the good guys to trash, so some “friendly fire” wasn’t out of the situation. Like Cydak giving Mel a pretty nice roundhouse that near dislocated her jaw. And Rebdok dicing off half of Malachai’s moustache. There were many more examples, but things flew by too fast and furiously to get them all. And, needless to say, Havering was having a bomb of a time. For one, he always used his magik and demonic rituals to attack, due to lack of physical strength beyond that needed to bench a Yugo, so being somewhat “existence impaired” wasn’t cramping his style too much, only the non killing part of it. And secondly, only the keenest magik users, such as Orson, were registering any damage, and even with that, Pseudo’s “unnamed shield” was quite enough to guard against these attacks. Still, it was growing rather tedious…

Finally, getting an insanely brilliant idea (Possibly influenced by a) having a 60,000 point IQ, and b) being clinically slightly mentally insane), Havering vanished from the fray and reappeared over by the cat mecha. He pried the long flower from it’s paws. Then, moving behind it, he hovered a few feet in the air and poised the flower like a golf club. “Hmm, wind’s slightly from the south-east, have us a few rocks on the course, I figure put it through the rough, and onto the green.,” he said to himself. He swung the flower, connecting with the mecha’s back with the flower’s bloom. The force produced a loud clang and sent the robot rolling over the ground, before it skipped on a rather large rock, bounced, landed, rolled right over Multehx and the council members, and slowed to a stop. Havering tsked and shook his head. “I need to work on my follow-through.,” he muttered, dropping the flower.


Multehx grumbled and got to his feet. He looked around at the council, who was standing as well, and took a defensive position with his sword. “How come, bein’ good means you have to smile boldly as you get your canines punched loose, but bein’ evil means you get to whomp on anyone you please with the fury of hell?” he muttered aloud, as he prepared for round two of this brawl to ensue.