MAMA BAMB VS. FETTER
“The first Fiend surprised us as she kicked onto the scene. And she also drove our food sales skyrocketing! What will she cook up next? The Gracious Glutton, Mama Bamb!”
“Our second fighter is our mysterious mute who still has people guessing how in the hell he got through Dura’s defenses. The Mesmerizing Mime, Fetter!”
“So uhhh, Fetter,” Rallie strolled over to the man, her face etched with cheekiness. “How are you feeling about this fight? No answer, didn’t think so?”
“So how about you, Mama? Got any plan to take down this enigma?”
“Well, he certainly is an intriguing boy,” Bamb couldn’t deny. “But I think I've gathered a few hints. There was the thing Phon said about not commenting on what Fetter was doing. And then Dura went and described it all anyways. So unlike him, I’ll be keeping my mouth shut and just keeping my eye on him.”
“I’d say that’s a wise strategy,” Rallie nodded and then made her escape. “Start the match!”
As it went with Mama Bamb’s last fight, she completely ignored her opponent at the start and watched her chef work.
And as it went for Fetter’s last fight, the commentators weren’t allowed to talk about anything he was doing. But they did have Vank and Hazzle back to watch the chef cook since the audience seemed to enjoy their banter and tried to deduce what was being made along with them.
《Hazzle: He’s bringing the pot to a boil. Must be some kind of soup or stew.》
《Vank: Just what I was thinking. You’re so smart my love! Since there’s not much else in the base, I’m going to have to guess soup!》
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While the commentary continued, Fetter was basically off in his own little world too. The man was acting out another performance. Instead of mimicking a gun, though, he was doing something a bit more friendly and sporty. Fetter mimed throwing a ball in the air and then swinging a bat, dinging it high and up out of the arena, placing a hand over his eyes as he watched it soar.
He did this a few more times, and it looked like he was rather enjoying the invisible home runs he was hitting. But suddenly, he missed. Not because his aim was off, but because the bat he was using was bigger and heavier. Just by the way he moved his arms, anyone watching him would think so.
It took him a few tries to adjust to the weight, but finally he hit the ball again. But right after that, the bat got bigger again. More and more, it grew each time he managed to hit the ball. And by the time Mama Bamb’s food was ready, the bat was so big that he couldn’t even pick it up, straining to the point that his extremely faint muscles were bulging like mad.
Bamb only nodded along with intrigue until the food was served. “Tortoyster soup!” The Glutton greedily took the bowl and slurped down every drop. A huge, satisfied smile grew on her face after she finished her meal, and she finally stepped out to face her opponent.
“You somehow broke through The Monk’s defense,” she stated. “And penetrated right through his skin. But you won’t find that so easy with me.” The woman crouched down and her skin started to visibly harden, like it was becoming a thick carapace to protect her. In just a few seconds, it was as if she had a shell around her entire body. “Let’s see what you can do!”
Fetter ignored her words, still struggling with his invisible bat. He finally managed to get it in the air, but the immense weight and length was making it hard to balance, so he had to scramble around his feet. But he managed to get his footing firm enough, and he took a swing.
Mama Bamb’s waist suddenly crunched up into itself, smooshing her torso to one side. Her whole body then went flying. Fetter let go of his invisible giant bat that had finally hit the target, and watched the woman soar with his hand above his eyes like the many balls before her, until she slammed against the secondary barrier right in front of the stands.
“Fetter wins!”
~Unfulfilled Wish~
Mama Bamb: To end world hunger.