Post by The Prettiest Squish on Apr 11, 2020 2:53:56 GMT -5
Lea's eye sparkled with pride and joy at the sight of her captain kicking so much ass. She rested her hands on her hips and gazed at just how brilliantly the lady of stone utilized her ability. Such raw power, such innovative skill, if only she could fight as well as - "Miss Lea, a little help if you don't mind?" The light bulb lit up in her head. She gasped. "Oh! Ohhh yeah, that thing!" The cheeky sponge turned around to find Guy choking half a dozen men in both arms. His face glowed red with pressure.
"Guy, you would not believe this! Harley just turned her tummy into rocks and like did a spin move! Can you believe i-" One of the men in Guy's grasp elbowed the lad in the stomach, causing him to screech with pain. "Miss Lea, that's wonderful to hear but if you're not so busy could you please FLIPPIN' HELP ME!!?" Another mustached henchman bit down on the giant's forearm, forcing him to shout some obscenities even she had not heard of. Lea put a hand to her mouth and shuddered, "Okay dude...jeez, just ask nicely next time." Her face quickly formed a smirk as she dashed toward the gents locked between Guy's massive biceps. The miss leapt midway and stuck out her knee as she flew forward. "Take this! Super Flying Knee Attack!!" With the elegance of a pigeon on fire, the blunette flew straight for the head of the first man she could see. Her body soared through the air in a sharp curve until finally, "YOWWWWW!!!!!" The attack connected, albeit a bit lower than she anticipated.
All five men choking at Guy's arms collectively let out a pained groan, along with the gentle giant whose face shriveled up like a dried raisin. Lea slowly descended from the point of impact until her feet finally plopped onto the ground. She looked up at all the men's faces and tilted her head. "What's wrong? None of you ever get hit in the stomach before?" Guy squealed from his puckered visage and sputtered, "That...wasn't...the stomach..." It took a second for the hamster to turn the gears in her head but Lea eventually brightened up at the revelation. "Ohhhh!....oooooo." She looked up at her victim's face. His eyes were empty. The regretful runt stood on her tiptoes and pat his thigh for support, "Forgive me sir. No man deserves such pain."
As the half-pint and the rest of the men mourned the loss of their brethren's jewels, a wandering company of Marines arrived on the scene. The rest of Skimm's lingering minions rose up with alarm ready to retreat a moment's notice. One of the men whispered to Guy's hanging henchmen, "Pssst, guys! Marines are here! Get your shit together!!" One of the gents trapped between Guy's arms managed to reply with a hoarse voice, "W-e-'r-e try-ing, y-o-u i-m-be-cile-!" But before the others could even attempt to break out of the green giant's mighty forearms, the sponge gal gasped with shock and utter dismay. "No way!! It can't be!!...Guy! Did you hear!? They're going to arrest me for kneeing that dude's balls!!" A collective slap could be heard from every single henchmen conscious enough to hear her say it.
Guy, whose face was now redder than a ripe tomato, tried to speak up. "Miss Lea...they're...here...for - ugh..." The conscious effort to suppress five men and speak at the same time proved too difficult for the gentle giant. Guy's arms went soft as the prisoners quickly gasped for air and freed themselves from his hold. The large lad collapsed on his back, signaling to the other henchmen a victory in their favor. On the other side of the street, Harley disposed of the Marines with a rocketing blast of rock. Lea found it incredibly badass except it only meant all the minion attention would be focused on her. As Skimm and Leila continued to fight against the stone woman, the subordinates looked to the runt of the litter and unanimously grinned with joy. "So, the big man's down. Guess that means you're all that's left eh, kiddo?"
Lea turned her head slowly, emerald iris glowing with rage. She bared her fangs and growled, "What the fuck did you call me?" The bluenette brought her hands together and cracked her knuckles - well, tried to crack her knuckles; all that came out was a squeak. She stood her ground against another two dozen bodies and stared them all down. On the other side, the mustache men laughed amongst themselves and readied their weapons. "Keep playing tough, squirt. It'll all be over soon!"
The blue-boobed fighter seethed with rage and screamed, "Stop talking and come at me, bros!!" Without hesitation, the five foot two munchkin blasted off in a sprint toward the army.
"Guy, you would not believe this! Harley just turned her tummy into rocks and like did a spin move! Can you believe i-" One of the men in Guy's grasp elbowed the lad in the stomach, causing him to screech with pain. "Miss Lea, that's wonderful to hear but if you're not so busy could you please FLIPPIN' HELP ME!!?" Another mustached henchman bit down on the giant's forearm, forcing him to shout some obscenities even she had not heard of. Lea put a hand to her mouth and shuddered, "Okay dude...jeez, just ask nicely next time." Her face quickly formed a smirk as she dashed toward the gents locked between Guy's massive biceps. The miss leapt midway and stuck out her knee as she flew forward. "Take this! Super Flying Knee Attack!!" With the elegance of a pigeon on fire, the blunette flew straight for the head of the first man she could see. Her body soared through the air in a sharp curve until finally, "YOWWWWW!!!!!" The attack connected, albeit a bit lower than she anticipated.
All five men choking at Guy's arms collectively let out a pained groan, along with the gentle giant whose face shriveled up like a dried raisin. Lea slowly descended from the point of impact until her feet finally plopped onto the ground. She looked up at all the men's faces and tilted her head. "What's wrong? None of you ever get hit in the stomach before?" Guy squealed from his puckered visage and sputtered, "That...wasn't...the stomach..." It took a second for the hamster to turn the gears in her head but Lea eventually brightened up at the revelation. "Ohhhh!....oooooo." She looked up at her victim's face. His eyes were empty. The regretful runt stood on her tiptoes and pat his thigh for support, "Forgive me sir. No man deserves such pain."
As the half-pint and the rest of the men mourned the loss of their brethren's jewels, a wandering company of Marines arrived on the scene. The rest of Skimm's lingering minions rose up with alarm ready to retreat a moment's notice. One of the men whispered to Guy's hanging henchmen, "Pssst, guys! Marines are here! Get your shit together!!" One of the gents trapped between Guy's arms managed to reply with a hoarse voice, "W-e-'r-e try-ing, y-o-u i-m-be-cile-!" But before the others could even attempt to break out of the green giant's mighty forearms, the sponge gal gasped with shock and utter dismay. "No way!! It can't be!!...Guy! Did you hear!? They're going to arrest me for kneeing that dude's balls!!" A collective slap could be heard from every single henchmen conscious enough to hear her say it.
Guy, whose face was now redder than a ripe tomato, tried to speak up. "Miss Lea...they're...here...for - ugh..." The conscious effort to suppress five men and speak at the same time proved too difficult for the gentle giant. Guy's arms went soft as the prisoners quickly gasped for air and freed themselves from his hold. The large lad collapsed on his back, signaling to the other henchmen a victory in their favor. On the other side of the street, Harley disposed of the Marines with a rocketing blast of rock. Lea found it incredibly badass except it only meant all the minion attention would be focused on her. As Skimm and Leila continued to fight against the stone woman, the subordinates looked to the runt of the litter and unanimously grinned with joy. "So, the big man's down. Guess that means you're all that's left eh, kiddo?"
Lea turned her head slowly, emerald iris glowing with rage. She bared her fangs and growled, "What the fuck did you call me?" The bluenette brought her hands together and cracked her knuckles - well, tried to crack her knuckles; all that came out was a squeak. She stood her ground against another two dozen bodies and stared them all down. On the other side, the mustache men laughed amongst themselves and readied their weapons. "Keep playing tough, squirt. It'll all be over soon!"
The blue-boobed fighter seethed with rage and screamed, "Stop talking and come at me, bros!!" Without hesitation, the five foot two munchkin blasted off in a sprint toward the army.