Riot Labyrinth’s hand on the axe was firm and solid, he planted his feet on the ground, rotating his hip as he swung the axe at the man called the Lumberjack. The Lumberjack blocked his blow the handle of his own axe: it looked like a regular fire axe.

“Do you see!” Riot yelled. “My blow was enough to shake even Yggdrasil itself!”

Chad gave him a very confused look. “I wouldn’t really say that bro. Honestly, it’s a nice swing, you might be able to dig the axe deep in a tree’s body, but I would say it’s an adequate chop. Enough to sever a small tree’s root.”

“Enough to shake even Yggdrasil itself!” Riot screamed. He pulled the axe back and swung it down. This was enough to shake the earth itself.

But Chad blocked it so easily. Riot could not believe it. The lumberjack had blocked his ultimate move: Super Lumberjack Riot Blow.

Riot leapt back, and snickered with a slight smile. “I see. To think you could block my Super Lumberjack Riot Blow. My ultimate move. You do have the right to become my nemesis.”

“Yeah, thanks. I don’t know if I would do the same to be honest.” The lumberjack scratched the back of his head.

“Just watch, grandma, my waifu. I hear your prayers, it gives me strength.” He gripped at the axe handle hard. “With your prayers, I have leveled up. I shall defeat you with my new ultimate skill: Ultimate Chop!”

He pulled the axe over his head, and he could feel lightning strike down upon it, granting him the strength of Thor. He brought down the axe, intending to split his nemesis in two.

“See, that’s not a good name.” The lumberjack did not even try this time. He slapped the axe aside with his hand. “And it was the same move you did just a moment ago.”

“By the pubes of Woden! To think you could even block the Blow of Thor.”

“You did not call it that a moment ago, but it’s a better name man. Good job on you.” Chad gave him a thumbs-up.

“I do not need your pity!” Riot spat.

“No pity, just some good ole truth.” His smile was dazzling.

He didn’t like it at all. He would chop that smile off his face. An idea sprouted within his head, and soon a smile followed.

“I know what must be done now. I shall defeat you and wear your face!” Riot held up his axe in a hurrah.

“I wouldn’t recommend that Riot. Your body physique…” His face scrunched in discomfort. “Let’s just say I have a big package, and you have a little one. And the wife would notice immediately.”

“My package needs some assembly.” Riot growled.

“I don’t know what that means, but good on you for being positive about your body.”

“Stop giving me compliments!” Riot did it once more, giving the man another taste of the Blow of Thor.

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Chad stopped it, even though it contained a force of a thousand dragons. He was a beast. Possibly the strongest man in the universe. Riot backed off, but the lumberjack grabbed his arm in the same way his teachers used to when he was brought to the principal’s office.

“Sorry little man, I can’t stay here and play with you. I got to finish this.” His face grim. He held up his axe.

“My muscles are strong enough to withstand any-”

Riot stumbled back, hitting the center table. He looked at the stub and to the arm Chad dropped on the floor.

His screams filled the room.

#

Each step the Milkman took felt like a vacuum that sucked the room’s air. The closer he came, the more pressure Dalton pressed against his lungs.

This man is dangerous.

It was what the alarm blaring in his head scream at him. Malcolm stepped between the two of them, and the Milkman with the same frozen smile turned his head, a sickening crack filled the air.

“You’re not my target. You’re Blood Pike’s, but I saw his body back there, so you won’t be dying tonight.” He tried to move past Malcolm, but he stopped him again. “Unless, you want to. In which case I am more than happy to oblige.”

“You are the Milkman are you not?”

“Why indeed I am.” He held out his hand. “I’m the Milkman. Assassin. Pleased to meet you.”

Malcolm spat in the man’s face. The Milkman blinked, he wiped his face with handkerchief, and then stabbed Malcolm.

Dalton gasped. Malcolm threw out a hand to show him he was fine.

“Well, this is unexpected,” the Milkman said. “My fingers appear to be stuck in your abdomen.”

He stooped his face close to the Milkman’s. “I am a butterfly beefcake. This body that I sculpted it was for revenge.”

“Revenge?” The Milkman chuckled. “Did I kill someone you loved? Well, let me say that if I did, it wasn’t personal. It was simply my job to probably kill your wife and make it as painful as possible.”

“Do you truly want to know the reason for my revenge?”

Dalton had moved while they were talking. He out of sight, hiding between rocks as he made his way behind the Milkman. He had stopped as Malcolm said that. He did mention his hatred for the Milkman when he got the concussion. He was curious.

“Sure. I’m always interested in hearing why you want revenge.”

Malcolm pressed his face against the man’s forehead in a snarl. “You took my milk!”

His frozen smile melted. “Oh.”

“Yeah, you remember me now!” Malcolm pulled out a magnum from his magic underwear, pressing it underneath the milkman’s chin. “That milk, was the Golden Experience. Without that milk, I fell to the lowest office in my company, forced to deal with nincompoops.”

Dalton was not following the conversation, so he continued his trek behind the Milkman. He brought his fist close to his chest, strengthening his fist to become harder than steel.

“Well, I suppose you could say I owe you a debt.” The Milkman laughed. “I did steal that, and I did use it to slay a witch, so I guess you could say that I owe you greatly.”

Dalton stopped in his tracks.

Slay a witch?

Maya had talked about that. So, this was the man that slayed a witch?

“I’ll find another Golden Experience Milk, but for now.”

Dalton could sense it, it was now or never. He dashed out of his hiding place, striking the man from behind.

The Milkman backhanded Malcolm and then turned to catch his fist. His smile was back and he showed his teeth.

“I do have a job to do.”

Malcolm crumbled on the ground, and the Milkman stabbed a few fingers in Dalton’s gut. Dalton held in his pain and gasp. Blood moved to strengthen his gut. Even still, it felt like being hit by hammers.

“Wow, you did not die.” He pulled Dalton up by the arm, and then slammed him on the ground.

Dalton pulled back and kicking the man’s chin. He pulled his neck back and his heel scrapped the air. The Milkman moved underneath his leg, grabbing and throwing him across the room. Dalton righted himself in the air and landed near a dead body.

It was Bloody Pike’s.

“Wow! What coordination. You could the main attraction at a circus. Bravo!” He heard the Milkman clap his hand. “Since you’re not dead yet, how about we play hide n seek.”

Dalton turned to the origin of his voice. He was on top of a chunk of floor, standing on the very tip of it. His smile grew bolder as his eyes narrowed like fox’s.

“You’re it.”