To the mun: Dude, you gotta stop Broly!! Please!!

( oh shit when did I become part of this... Ah fuck it, we don’t need what happened in the goddamn jojo fandom again. Alright hold my cat. )

Slipping free of the brackets, our wayward bastard mun had.. enough of an idea to handle this. Would it work? .... Don’t ask him that. Inhaling and exhaling, his goal set itself to his mind mainly because cleaning up this mess would be way more of a hassle than he was willing to put up with this day. Who else better knows the extent of this asshole’s destructive capability? Sheesh, well things can’t be worse...

Alright there is pretty much a certainty he will Die. Shit’s fucked.

With that thought in mind, Kuro steeled his nerves to the bests of his capabilities in taking one step in front of the other. Facing off the much larger Brute certainly... yeah he’s fucked. He’s fucked all ways till Sunday. What the fuck did they feed this guy..! Coughing, there was barely much of an introduction before a giant forearm immediately crashed right into his sternum. Several cracks audibly snapped, splatters of red spraying as the ground suddenly became a blur of motion. Thrown, the earth rushed rapidly before the skidding of rock sloughed off far weaker skin in a streak until the momentum halted itself. 

Barely able to make sense of the ongoing mayhem, feeble strength pushed to lean heavily upon an elbow. Endless waves of pain echoed from lacerated skin and broken bones, the slightest wheeze dripping with scarlet upon the ground. Oh yeah.. shit’s totally fucked. That’s alright though, all that was needed was to stagger to a wavering kneel and plant one foot to the ground. Insurmountable odds, death nothing but awaiting an agonizing end that wouldn’t make any difference. Frankly, Kuro didn’t see this coming in that dinky little fortune cookie he had last night but fuck it.

Shadow loomed upon, the engulfing grab of a hand easily able to crush the entirety of his ribcage grabbed and hoisted a battered frame. Staring back at that asshole called Broly, a minor glance watched a single orb ready itself in the opposing palm reeled back. Oh well, this was it then..

Quickly reaching into the pockets of his coat, twin bottles were grabbed by their necks and smashed against one another. Glass shattered in a spectacle, the mixtures held within reacting to unleash to a blinding mist engulfing both parties. As expected, surprise barked in a ‘ what!? ‘, the extent of a plan finished with the surrounding vicinity clouded in a thick miasma. Throaty coughs sneered, the final smash of a fist pulverizing a weaker being into the ground. Grip released, the heavy collapse of a larger body fell to their knees, senses drifting rapidly to a forced slumber. Stone crunched with a final attempt, choked snarls echoing before falling silent with a final thump. Reverting back to a base form, it would seem the senseless violence brought itself to an end as the mist dissipated.

Lost to the mindless escape of sleep, the victor remained as the one who still drew breath..