Mario
Location: Goomba FortressMentions:@Kafka Komedy@Jensoman@tex@Lmpkio@rechonq@LugiaMario scowled when the Bros revealed:
Ha! You’re Bowser, right? Our boss told us a lot about you!So Bowser wasn’t their boss? His subordinates were just as evil as he was apparently. It only proved that evil could never truly rule evil.
When the Hammer Bro lunged at Bowser, Mario dismounted from Blake. He figured that the Yoshi would be able to fight better without him sitting on him. Setting down the bag of burgers and his milkshake, he reached a hand behind his back where his Power Hammer was slung and drew it from its rings.
So much for trying to talk things over, Mario mused.
It seemed that the Goomba King wasn’t entirely their enemy after all. The Fire Bro attacked next, and as the plumber made a motion to shatter the fireball that was aimed at the Yoshi with his hammer, he hesitated when out of the bushes flew another Bro. Hammer Bro, Fire Bro, and what was this? A Boom-A-Bro?
Shit, they’re coming out of the woodwork! he cursed.
There were more enemies than what Mario could keep track of. They were being attacked from all directions! An immense shadow then fell over the plumber, causing his brows to perk in surprise as he cast his blue eyes up to the giant Goomba King who still seemed spent on fighting him despite him and his master (Bowser) supposedly being allies. It didn’t seem like they were going to be getting any free passes with Bowser in their party.
Mario’s freehand swiftly dunked into his overall pocket to cup against his palm the red cap of a red mushroom. Tossing it into his mouth, Mario’s teeth closed about it and grasping the arm of his hammer within both hands, he waited patiently for the Goomba King to fall where he wanted him like an experienced batter.
The red mushroom had melted in his mouth and began flooding his veins like adrenaline. The veins on Mario’s neck and arms appeared like fat tubes, branching across his skin as his muscles began to stretch and expand. The red sleeves of his shirt split apart about massive deltoids and the suspenders of his overalls popped free as his pectorals swelled over them. The plumber grew two feet taller before the party’s eyes. The Goomba King might have been wishing that one of his abilities was to defy gravity once he saw that the little plumber he had been hoping to crush was little no more.
Now! With a great bellow, Mario summoned his strength to carry through his Power Hammer as he swung it at the Goomba King. The mallet crashed against the king’s noggin, and the muscles in Mario’s body bulged in resistance. The ground beneath his feet cracked, sending shards flying about his knees, and baring his teeth, Mario used his impressive strength to follow the strike through.
“DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME YOU CROSS-EYED FREAK! RAAAH!” Mario roared, his voice having dropped an octave when hopped up on shroom!
Mario hoped that he sent that stupid Goomba and his crown flying to the moon.