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Michael and Franklin

Level 3- (26/30) EXP / Level 2- (13/20) EXP 
Location: Peach's Castle, Throne Room
Wordcount: 667

After so much fighting, it was finally over. The tyrant had collapsed, falling onto his stomach after another wave of attacks from the group. Michael and Franklin took a moment to relax, Michael leaning against the wall and breathing heavily while Franklin, who was in far better physical shape than Michael, stood and observed the exchange between their Bowser and the enemy Bowser. Their currently downed enemy was trying to get their Bowser to absorb their spirit. While Franklin didn't know what exactly he was looking at, it was obvious that it was some sort of trap. "Mike? The fuck's he doing?"

"What?" Michael said in between breaths, turning his head to look in Franklin's direction. "Aw, shit..." He, too, could see what was about to happen. Fortunately, so did Tora, who knocked the spirit out of Bowser's hands, and began to explain to him why it was an obvious trap. The two continued to monitor the exchange, with Bowser making some admittedly good points. Megadragonbowser was, by far, the most powerful enemy the group had encountered, meaning his spirit would be the most powerful as well. If Bowser had even a fraction of the power that his doppelganger had, it would greatly increase his fighting ability. Although, as Tora soon pointed out, it was an obvious trap, since the downed enemy was freely offering his spirit, even if they had been fighting just moments before. It seemed like he was trying to get Bowser to take his spirit, and then overwhelm him and take over his body, essentially resurrecting himself.  

As the argument continued to drag on, Megadragonbowser eventually couldn't take it and succumbed to his wounds, turning into a pile of ash. "Finally..." Michael said as he and Franklin let out sighs of relief. As he fell, he let out a sigh, and a sort of wave emanated from his body. As the two looked around, they noticed that the mushroom people had seemingly calmed down, and to Michael's surprise, their eyes lost the glow that signified Galeem's influence. "Well...that makes things easier."

"Yeah...so, uh-" As soon as Franklin began to speak, the sound of someone walking down the stairs was heard, causing the two to look in the direction of the noise. Soon, a woman in a very frilly outfit entered the room, who began to congratulate the group for their efforts. The mushroom people began to move towards the woman, and they began cheering. The two criminals simply stood where they were, looking around to gauge the reactions of the other party members. Michael felt awkward, and he could see that Franklin was probably feeling the same. For one, they looked like they had walked out of a zombie movie, with their clothes covered in blood. But more importantly, they weren't used to being praised. Never really thought of myself as a hero...

The Master of Masters soon entered after them, along with the rest of the group that was busy outside. For a few moments, the two stood there, taking it all in. Michael let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the wall. After constantly fighting ever since he had arrived in this new world, he finally had a chance to rest. Franklin, on the other had, finally had an opportunity to get some answers as to what the hell was going on. "So, like I was sayin'-"

Before Franklin could finish his sentence, he was interrupted yet again, this time by a man with a metal arm. The man, whom Michael recognized as being under Galeem's influence, almost immediately turned hostile, attempting to perform some sort of karate kick on Bowser. 

"Oh, fuck this!" Franklin yelled, taking a few steps towards the intruder. "The second I get a moment to ask what the fuck is going on, some other motherfucker has to show up and start shit! Man, fuck off!" Whipping out his pistol, he pointed it at the man and fired three shots in rapid succession towards him.
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