| In a murky noir, two shadowy figures stared each other down: Mister Mullet and Dark Coin Champion #0871. Both bore the garb of the Tribal Dark Skin, brandishing their fearsome Executioner Axes. "Your reign of tyrannical dread ends here, Champion!" shouted Mullet, his voice echoing across the silent gloom. The Champion laughed, a hollow, chilling sound, "Your end is now, Mullet!"
Axes clashed, a dance of death in the darkness, their bone helms shielding against brutal blows. Mullet, suddenly agile, slipped past the Champion???s blow, his axe slashing across the Champion???s side. With a final growl, the Champion fell, defeated. Mullet stood victorious but exhausted, "Thus fall all tyrants!" he breathed. |