“What the hell kind of Soul Insignia did that guy picked up!” While Hard Steel and Rooster were surprised, moreover fearful of Zhredder’s new appearance; the Guillotine Squad was amazed and proud of how awe-inspiring their leader was.
“Go ahead boos! Show these two losers the might of the Guillotine Squad!”
“Yeah! Rip them a new asshole!”
“Break their spines and turn them into spineless worms!”
“Eat their souls then shit them into hell!
“Hahahaha! Very good!” Zhredder received added boost from his squad members’ cheers. He glanced down at Hard Steel who was still refusing to give up control of the artefact then commanded his armoured beast to rip off Hard Steel’s arm.
“AHHHHHH!” without realizing what had happened, Hard Steel felt on insurmountable amount of pain overtook him. When he finally saw blood gushing out from his severed arm he tumbled on the floor and began writhing in agony.
“Hard Steel! Are you okay?” When Rooster saw the state of his companion’s arm, he was overridden with fear and vengeance.
“He’s fine for now.” Answered Zhredder.
“You!” When Rooster glared up at Zhredder, he saw him touching palms with Hard Steel’s severed arm. Some lights flashed; moments later, Zhredder was now the possessor of two Grace of Pinnacles! How awesome was that?
“Not bad, it feels so amazing to crush the weak.” Zhredder boasted with his artefacts by twirling them around for all to see. “Hahahaha! Hahahaha!” he began to laugh uncontrollably. Zhredder received great bliss from crushing his enemies.
“Yeah! The boss did it. Now that’s left is for us to take care of that muscle freak over there.” Bayonet looked at Zhredder and asked for his approval.
Zhredder nodded. “He’s all yours, boys. I can’t hog all the fun now can I?”
Receiving their leader’s approval, the rest of the Guillotine Squad set their sight on Rooster, they could care less about the defeated Hard Steel who was writhing on the ground.
“Piss off!” Machete kicked Hard Steel out of their path as they advanced towards Rooster.
“You bastards! I’m going crush you all to bits!” Rooster screamed out so loudly that his voice started echoing throughout the abandoned ruins. “Crush you all to bits! Crush you all to bits!”
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“Oh yeah? Just try it. Everyone attack that son of a slut!” As Bayonet gave the order, the rest of the Guillotine gang rushed towards Rooster with weapons similar to their names in hand.
“Die you mother-f*cker!” Machete slashed his cutlass diagonally at Rooster’s chest.
“Ahh!” Rooster groaned in pain and tossed out his Motors Cube.
“Where you think you’re going?” Bayonet tossed a guillotine at Rooster which prevented him from launching his motor. Afterwards, Ratchet came up behind him and kicked Rooster into a pile of rocks. They were toying with him as if he was a piece of Lego.
“No, Rooster!” Hard Steel was crawling his way over to Rooster’s aid.
“Hmm?” When Zhredder saw how pathetic Hard Steel was he decided to finish him once and for all. “Crush him!”
“RAAHH!” The armoured beast swung its stinger through the air and smashed Hard Steel further into the ground.
“KYAAAH!” Hard Steel felt like a mountain was pressing on him. His ribs along with the rest of the bones in his body were getting crushed to bits. Zhredder continued to smash the armoured beast’s weight on Hard Steel repeatedly.
“KYAAH! KYAAH! KYAAH!” Hard Steel’s voice was like a symphony of echoes that was fading away gradually.
“Hahahaha! Look at that bitch ass cry!” The Guillotine Squad was making fun of Hard Steel’s suffering. When Rooster heard them he popped a vein on his forehead that was even audible to the others.
“Hmm?” Bayonet turned around and saw the blood trickling out the vein on Rooster’s head and laughed. “Hahaha! This fool just popped a vein on his face boys.”
“For real? Let me see.”
“Oh damn! It’s true.”
“Is he that upset about his friend getting crushed? What is he your faggot lover or something?”
“Hahahah!” The Guillotine Squad continued to mock Rooster as well as Hard Steel.
“Grrr!” Rooster was so angry that he gritted his teeth until his mouth started leaking red liquid. In his moment of crisis, Rooster remembered that he had picked up a special Soul Insignia back inside the ruins. Rooster picked up his Motors Cube; called upon the mysterious powers of his Ghoul Gem then dragged out his Golden Soul Insignia!
Rooster’s Golden Soul Insignia gave off a blinding light which temporarily forced the Guillotine Squad to cover their eyes, even the armoured beast stopped pounding on Hard Steel.
“What the hell is that light?” Zhredder was displeased, moreover, taken aback by this sudden development. He positioned his armoured beast to face the lights origin and told his teammates to fall back.
Bayonet along with the other retreated several steps away from Rooster’s position. “What’s happening? I can’t stand to look at that golden light.”
The Guillotine Squad heard whistling noises throughout the abandoned ruins as their eyes adjusted to the dimming light. When the lighting finally returned to normal, everyone present inside of the abandoned ruins was staring at Rooster with wide eyes.
“What the hell is that?”
“It must be the effect of a Soul Insignia!”
“I’ve never seen a Soul Insignia with that colour before.”
“Could it really be that… that…” Zhredder was at a loss for words. It took him a moment before he could finish his sentence. “…That elusive Golden Soul Insignia?”
As Zhredder spoke up, an air of unruly vibrations swerved around Rooster. He was donned in a golden vestment of gallant ornaments. His skin was as shinny as the sun, moreover, there was an unprecedented Buddhist aura hovering over him. Rooster was like nobility from the distant past. The slash wound on his chest that was given to him by Machete was now completely healed. It was almost as if Rooster had been reborn anew.