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[b][color=SpringGreen]Bowser Jr: Level 14 [/color][/b] EXP: [color=SpringGreen]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color](270/140) 
[b][color=Aqua]Rika: Level 10 [/color][/b] EXP:  [color=Aqua]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color](186/100)
[b][color=FD0000]Location:[/color][/b] The Dead Zone
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[color=Aqua]”N[/color][color=Aquamarine]O!”[/color] the Monster began to bellow in rage filled alarm as A spoke the words the children had wished to silence forever.  A moment later their souls were ripped from their shared form and plunged into the icy abyss of fear that was the realm of A’s Mobius ability. 

The whiplash of emotion itself was disorientating enough, but having been forcibly made two where they had a breath before being one felt like their very selves had been cleaved in twain. This only added to the dread and disorientation, both of them focusing more on trying and failing to re-bridge the connection that they had had, rather than what was going on.

And. Maybe. They just really did not want to think about it.

As such, the children had barely come to terms with what was occurring before it was over, and Goldlewis was gone. At which point they were thrust right back into the rolling furnace of fury that was the Monster.

The entire experience was like being tossed from a sauna into an icy lake, and then hurled straight into the sauna again, each rapid transition of emotion intensifying the one that came next. So while A had left them shivering in dread upon sealing them away from the fusion, now that they were back in that furious beast, the rage inside became overwhelmingly hot.

Strategy was thrown entirely out of the window. The Monster saw A standing before it, saw the source of its fury, fell upon him, its strikes further empowered by its burning desire for Retribution.

A hand reached forwards, grabbing A by the shoulder, holding him as the other rose up, spear in hand, and delivered a Wallop straight to the Consul’s face. Then another and another  and another, the Monster ignoring how it kept catching stray shots from D due to its massive size in its fervor to keep on attacking, till the spear shattered from misuse and the beating came to an end. The Monster didn’t let this stop it, as it grabbed A with the now freed hand, blindly enduring any and all retaliation as it hauled its foe around and smashed his back into the Drop in the Ocean’s crane.

The stone tower groaned under the strain as the Monster held A there with one hand, pulling the other back and then delivering a Berserker Blast that smashed the Consul through the contraption, and sent him plunging into the icy water alongside a shower of stone and metal scrap that where all that remained of the ruined amusement park ride.

Consul and wreckage hit the water all at once, sending a great splash of freezing cold water surging up as it was displaced, and which fell back down like rain. For a moment there was stillness, and then the rubble at the bottom of the pit stirred, as A’s hand reached out of it, grabbed hold of the stone wall, and began to haul himself out of the wreckage.

The Beast moved to stop the Consul from climbing out of the deep steep pit it had hurled him into, or quite possibly hurled itself down into it after, but the recklessness of its assault finally caught up with it before it could do so as A retaliated against the source of his present predicament. Tendrils skewered up from the pit and towards the Monster, many harmlessly grazing off of armor, but one stabbed straight and true into the mouth of the Monster, with which it had been screaming bloody murder with this entire time.

Blood spilled from the pierced flesh, flooding into the Monster’s throat and lungs, and sapping the last life from the towering behemoth had failed to preserve.

“Monstrous size has no intrinsic merit... Unless, inordinate exsanguination be considered a virtue” the hypocrite spoke as the tendrils retracted and he continued climbing his way out of the pit. 

Above static covered the form of the Monster as it collapsed to its knees and then fell. Its makers, however, had not fallen with it. The static split into the vague shapes of Undyne and the Beast, and then fell away entirely and revealed the children within.

Perfectly fine.

Physically fine, at least. 

Mentally the pair were anything but, as both from the Monster’s overwhelming rage, and the stress and grief that A himself was piling on, meant that the siblings were left shocked and hyperventilating from potent cocktail of chemicals coursing through their veins and brains.

Despite this, they did not fall as the Monster had, clinging to each other for support both physically and psychologically, with Rika gripping her brother’s arm in her gauntleted hand, and the Jr’s in turn holding fast to one of her gauntlet's fingers. That was, however, as much as they could manage at that moment. 

As such, they were in no state to do anything about the Consul setting foot on the edge of the pit and beginning to rise, his body broken but not beaten as he declared this “A setback, but not the end of things!” his eldritch flesh still clinging spitefully to life as it towered over the children.