>>22709027"Now Hexcalibur, take aim! Use Shadow Ball four times, plant them all around it!"
The Champion takes a shot in the dark and guesses that you're trying to replicate your black hole strategy from earlier. Quickly, Hitler issues a counterattack, "Fontränen! Sie Seepark scheißkerl!!"
[Gyaao.......Gyaooooo!]
The Wild Card stops gasping for air and begins to focus, honing all of its strength into its blowhole. Moments before Hexcalibur deploys his Shadow Balls, the pile of blubber shoots out a steaming Water Spout, pulverizing Hexcalibur in mid-dive with galleons and galleons of high-pressured pain.
There is however, a catch. Hexcalibur survives the splashdown, but only because of a technicality, "FOOL. You'll need a little more than a shower to get rid of me," he announces as he performs a triumphant flip, "Water Spout is only as strong as you are, and you aren't very strong at all--therefore I am still alive! BLACK HOLE SHADOW BALL!"
"OHHHHHH MEEEEINNN GOOOOOOTT!"
Hexcalibur lobs four special Shadow Balls from the tip of his blade at the Wild Card, but none of them directly connect. Instead, they settle and take their place, surrounding the whale at all sides. The hero lands just in time to see them grow ravenous.
It starts easy, with one hole tugging at the whale and dragging him in one direction, but it doesn't last long. Soon, another hole joins in and begins reeling him in with a gravitation pull in the opposite direction. The first hole grows stronger to compensate, and starts tugging it back, the third and fourth holes join in without advanced warning, and everything breaks down into sheer tug-o-war chaos.
Everything's all fun and games until one hole gets so strong that it starts peeling off whale flesh. When that happens, the other three grow bigger to make up for it, which leaves to a gravitational paradox that
splices the whale into four pieces that all get simultaneously sucked into each corresponding hole.It's gross.
