>>6320107“Let's take them down, Plas!” you shout, clenching your fist.
“YESSSSS! Let's DO THIS!” he replies as your aura blazes. Then without hesitation you dash in, flying straight at the largest, strongest of the trio. Who is completely caught off guard by your speed, unable to raise his block as your fist slams into his jaw and sends him flying back.
“Zirloin!?” the other two shout, both turning towards you. And as you turn towards your left, towards the helmeted one with the cape and mustache, he leaps towards you. You leave the orange-skinned one with demon realm ears behind you to Plastic Man, entrusting that one to him while catching the charging man's fist with ease.
“Hmph! You possess great physical power, warrior, but it won't be enough to overcome our-!” he shouts, only for you to also grab his uniform by the belt, lifting and tossing him over you, towards the nearest edge of the ring. “HWOAAAAAAH?!”
And as you pivot with your throw, you see Plastic Man's wrapped himself around the other fighter, dozens and dozens of times over. Yet his feet remain planted, you wondering what in the world is he about to do?
“H-Hey! What is this?! Release me, right now!” the man shouts, Plastic Man's face rising up with a grin.
“If you insist.” he answers, a devilish smile as he does. Unwinding himself completely from the bound man, spinning him around and around and around, dozens, maybe even a hundred times in only a second. Leaving the pointy-eared man stumbling dizzily, his equilibrium completely disoriented.
“Whaa... Whooo... Huooagh!” he moans, then his cheeks swell, placing both hands over his mouth as he drops to his knees. Clearly trying not to puke as Plastic Man shifts his hands into a broom and dustpan, sweeping the dizzy fighter into his hand, reshaping his body into a cannon. With a lit fuse, somehow, and when it reaches the end fires with a bang. Complete with a visual sound effect as well, somehow, launching the man. Who lands into the mustached man you'd launched earlier, from the shouts of both men as they crash into one another.
“Steeeeeeeriiiiike!” he shouts, pumping his fist before turning to you with a grin and two comically oversized thumbs up. Only for the large one you'd sent flying, Zirloin the others'd called him, to rush back in with a shout.
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