Okay, I'm crashing this party.
MC is aged up. Read at your own risk.
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Guzma squinted at the sight before him. Two of his top goons, one with a hard-hitting Golbat and the other with a very respectable Salazzle, just had their asses handed to them by what appeared to be a teenage girl in a chicken hat.
Warily, Guzma stepped from the shadows, only to be assaulted by the aforementioned idiots. Cam, the taller goon, was the first to speak, his eyes bugging out of their sockets in shock.
“Yo, boss! This chick’s moves are off the chain! I mean, I might’ve been holdin’ back a little…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Mikey, the shorter, chubbier one, chimed in, gesturing wildly with his hands, “Shit was insane! But, you know, we were just goin’ easy on her seein’ as she’s just a chick and all…”
Guzma rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a sneer.
“Alright, whatever. You dumbfucks just lost to what might as well be a little girl. I was here. I saw it. Now get back to the compound and let me handle this.” At this, the two goons’ shoulders slumped dejectedly. “And YOU, you little chicken-headed freak,” here the Skull Team leader jabbed a finger at the girl before him, “are going DOWN.”
