Murdron and Garmegula have been battling so much lately that people are starting to talk.
“Do you even remember the last time Murdron threw down with Welbaru?” says Gerania, eyebrows high.
“February! I checked!”
“You really think something’s going on?” says Hebron, as they duck and cover from a blast of napalm breath.
“I don’t know how they expect to stay off TMZ.”
Garmegula and Murdron are engaged in a long, staggering clinch; Garmegula’s dorsal blades shred the bank tower. There’s a lot of subsonic grunting.
Watching from the volcano a mile away, Akikai weeps. It’s probably just the fumes.