"Well, well, well...what else to do other than finish you off?" came that taunting voice of Dimentio. He raised an accusing finger and allowed another flash of golden light to pour into a nice, tight ball. It then swiveled around his black fingertip, mystic and supernatural, as though he had plucked a star from the night sky and carried it with him into the vortex.
"Urgh...I...am...error..." Bob said, using up his last few inches of hapless breath.
Dimentio points that midnight finger at his opponent ("With as much fervor and anticipation as a prosecutor when he's about to win a pivotal case!") and sent a shattering blow to Bob, inflicting 2 points of damage!
Bob: the deadness.
Fred: also, the deadness
Minion: same.
Still pumped by the sweet adrenaline that rushed and roiled within the veins of the freshly garnered heroes, all were suprised and greatly thrilled by their unexpected display of teamwork. It appeared as though differences were being set aside, and old friendships vamped. This was certainly true for Mimi, Dimentio, and O'Chunks.
"Wow! You still have quite the fighter left in you, O'Chunks," Mimi said playfully.
"Yeah, well...ye know Ah've been working out!" he replied.
Before another word could be said, the gang was met with a stomach-lifting sensation. It was sudden, and brought with gasps equally so. They were being moved into another dimension, and as dimension travellers (such as Dimentio) know, no venture between worlds would be complete without the horrendous and nauseating feeling of being sucked through a vortex as roughly as a sock through a drainpipe. Pulled at a surprising velocity, they found that the kaleidoscope semblance they had all grown accustomed to was, without warning, ripped from view, like waking up suddenly from a bad dream.
"Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, DIZZINESS!" cried Mimi.
Luigi let out a loud groan, his gloved hand perched atop his green hat in pain.
All of them were experiencing sudden pangs, with heads thumping to an unyielding rhythm and stomachs trying to settle back down to their original positions.
"Ahhh...what a relief it is to feel that thrill yet again! Like a monkey, deprived of what he loves most, peeling that first strip of yellow fiber and smelling the mushy white banana inside! What a rush!" cried Dimentio.
Rubbing his eyes and sponging in the environment around him, Mario began to realize where they had landed.
"...What is this?" he questioned.
No one was able to respond (honestly, at least), and were left befuddled, lost for words, and yet awed, all at the same time. Before them stretched a land that was tinged with the everlasting color of blue and sprayed with an air that was pleasing to inhale, fulfilling to drink in, and relieving to breathe out in heavy sighs. The ground was made purely of clouds, which had foggy little tails that swirled up and down along the crew's ankles, and that seemed to extend for miles and miles without end. What swirling majesties peaked at the horizons were enormous walls of cumulous mountains, scraping a sky that was bare toward its bottom, but filled with orange-dyed billows at its top. Like forever reaching fingers those clouds reached for that place where the sun disappeared, doomed to be hanged at the crest of the sky, but not without aspirations of discovering what waited on the ground.
And wouldn't they be disappointed to discover that that ground was, really, nothing more than clouds after all.
To inhabit this world, a lake sat there randomly, carved within the cloudy earth and filled with still, cool waters. Its surface was as dark and blue as the night sky back home, and while nothing conspicuous made its placid existence stand out, there was an enigma that held it with a cold, iron grip.
"...What is this place?" Mario asked again. His voice seemed to echo across an endless space.
"Hello?" called Luigi, curious and confused.
"It seems we've hit a mysterious place indeed..." Count Bleck stated calmly. "...And to be very completely honest with all of you, I feel as though...as though..."
Without any warning, something rippled through the air, like a corkscrew tearing through a thin layer of water. The air began to twist and contort, forming odd designs and engendering a crude entrance within the still atmosphere. As the winds shifted and the horizon before them started to smear into an unintelligible shape, this entrance was made through a process much like the modeling of clay; spun incessantly until, finally, a small, jagged window appeared.
A rip through space, if you will.
"Dang it, all! What the heck is all this nonsense?!" Mimi cried.
This black window was not made for nothing, as it turned out, for within moments, something within its inscrutable contents started to stir. Certainly not what anyone was expecting, a crude, enormous eye suddenly peered out at them; bloodshot, with a deep, fluctuating black pupil, its blazing gaze brought pallor to everyone’s countenance. The monster, growling behind the mystical opening, clamped its beastly claws upon each of the entrance's fringed sides, and, using an uncanny strength, managed to tear the space rip wider, wider, and wider until it became a great hole. It was now just large enough for this nightmarish beast to crawl through.
At its full height, the towering anomaly was terrifying. It has skin of smoldering thunderstorms, and horns that looked as though they were crafted from the malleable shapes of falling stars. When it opened its mouth to let out an earth-shaking roar, it revealed, also, jagged and craggy teeth, seemingly made from powder garnered at the sites of shattered asteroids.
"Is this some sort of beast manifested from the stars?" asked Dimentio.
"'Ey!" cried O'Chunks, overcome with slight trepidation, "I don't give a cat's behind what it be! I just want it dead!"
"You fools!" the storm beast bellowed. "I know the place of which you seek. To get there one cannot be meek. I guard that garden with lightning and thunder. Fight me now, and pray you don't blunder!"
Storm Beast:
HP: 30
Attack power: 4
Storm Cloud #1:
HP: 3
Attack power: 1
Storm Cloud #2:
HP: 2
Attack power: 1
