[BATT] Getting Smashed (Punkie + Flydra)

[Yamashii]

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HP: 7/20
Damage: 0

The sight of Punkie towering high in the moonlight, face flushed with rage and mania had Flydra speechless. She could only stare in a mixture of awe and fear. Something had caused the orangeblood to hesitate but the doctor did not know why. She took this chance to pull some darts from the table and prepare to throw them just in case.

She also grabbed at the medal and clutched on to it, holding onto a comfort item to calm herself. She had won it, right? It was hers!

"Y-you can't do it. You don't have the guts." She tried to inject some venom into her tone to regain some composure.

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

Punkie looked at the punkin, its sweet, innocent orange flesh shining in the moonlight. She could hardly hear Flydra, but the tealblood spoke her thoughts. The poor punkin needed a home, a loving one... "You beautiful b*****d." Punkie muttered to the gourd as she lowered it and cradled it in her arms.

Yamashii

HP: 3/20
Damage: Miss

 

[Yamashii]

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HP: 7/20
Damage: 3

It finally dawned on Flydra what was happening. Punkie was planning on stealing her gourd and masquerading it around as her own. She was going to trick people into thinking her beautiful and carefully grown punkin had been sent from the messiahs instead of a result of precision science.

No.

NO.

"Not a chance!" The tealblood shrieked and knocked the item out of Punkie's arms. She raised her foot and brought it down harshly on the punkin several times, effectively stomping the s**t out of it. She let out a loud angry cry as she did so, releasing the rage, terror and tension she had been carrying the entire fight.

All that remained were the fleshy crumbles of a hole-y fruit.

Micillia

 

[Micillia]

As if in slow motion, Punkie watched the poor punkin get taken from her arms, and promptly smashed.

The fight was over. She had lost not one punkin life, but two.

The juggalo looked down at the carnage. Only the faintest of smiles on her face, which for Punkie was essentially a frown. The juggalo picked up the pieces of Flydra's punkin, making sure to pick up the seeds that came out the gourd. Sure, Flydra had won this battle, but the least she could do for her own destroyed punkin was to let its seeds grow up big and strong, not hampered by this punkin of science.

With the pieces of Flydra's mutilated punkin in her arms, she turned to the tealblood. Smiling brightly once again.

Yamashii

[Yamashii]

Flydra did not understand the effects Punkie's actions would have on her lawn later. It was weird to see the orangeblood pick up the pieces of punkin scattered around but Punkie didn't make a whole lot of sense to the tealblood anyways. Maybe she was planning to blend them into a smoothie. Maybe she cuddled them in bed. The girl was just plain odd.

"Yes. I accept your celebration. I think we firmly established what needed to be said here tonight." She nodded and smoothed out the medal hanging around her neck. It didn't matter if Punkie's punkin had looked shinier or brighter, Flydra would have stolen the ribbon and claimed to win anyways.

"You're welcome to try again any time you like. I don't think the results will be different though." She looked down at her nails coolly, obviously believing her church of science to be completely superior now. It was embarrassing to have even considered this a competition but thankfully she had gotten through it with minimal humiliation.

Micillia