The Imagiverse

The Imagiverse Centre was busy as always. Merchants barked at passers-by to purchase their goods, ranging from snow globes that contain miniature versions of landmarks to strange, mechanical companions, and the pub nearby has it's intoxicated 23rd customer, a Robloxian with an eyepatch, thrown out through the doors, with the barkeep yelling, "That's enough Crisis Brandy for you, you mongrel!" Several Skelecoot tinkerers, standing in alley ways to keep out of the wave of bystanders, tinkered with their gadgets, some resembling fireworks, as they were preparing for New Creation Day on October 16th. It was known of Skelecoot tinkerers to be a few fuses short of a fusebox due to their exposure to Innovatium, a mystical substance said to be the same material that makes the Imagiverse, and the main resource used to power Skelecoot technology. It was even said that Jonathan Skelecoot, the governor of the Skelecoots, was as cuckoo as a Swiss clock in the Evertree Forest due to "Innovatium poisoning" (although, many other factors contribute to this as well).
By the center of the centre, the Hand statue in the fountain, dubbed Albert, rumbled to life and cried, "There is congestion in the portal-way to Toontown! If you wish to travel there, please take the portals from Equestria or Robloxia!" He then returned to his original pose, holding his pinkie finger to the sky as if asking an apple tree for an apple, and stiffened.

A bright light...All the two could remember was a bright light. One minute they were just walking, then all of a sudden they lost consciousness once they saw a bright light. As things began to clear, Elyzia began to stir awake. There were voices, plenty of voices and once she fully regained consciousness she saw that they were no longer in a forest but instead some sort of town, or maybe a city.

However her thoughts soon focused on the woman next to her. "Sis...Hey sis you alright?" Elyzia gently spoke as she shook the unconscious woman next to her. "Ugh...sis...What time is it? I thought it was nighttime..." Valfiel muttered as she rubbed her eyes before sitting back up. However a new question dawned on the two, where were they? And how did they end up here? Of course the only way to find answers was to explore this strange city...or was it a town? Regardless they picked up their equipment, Elyia picked up her scythe which was wrapped in cloth and carried a guitar case while Valfiel carried another scythe wrapped in cloth along with a massive case.

The Centre was filled with an assortment of strange characters. Skeletons, strangely cuboid figures, farm animals with arms and legs and, oddly, ponies who could talk, wandered around the bizarre bazaar. Series of booths and stalls littered the streets, selling strange collectibles, their owners barking at anyone in close proximity to buy their goods. A few of the goods, namingly mechanical cats and birds, bared small, circular windows, their edges bolted to the automatons, displaying nothing but a strange, ethereal, blue glow. The pair of newcomers wouldn't be able to make out what was the source of the glow, but it seemed.... alive.

On the horizon, on a higher level of the Centre, stood a shining city made of white marble, floating in the air as if watching over the curious city. Its majesty and shine suggested it to be some form of heaven, possibly harbouring beings that are at least one step up from being mere mortals. In the middle of the city, rose a tall building, which rose for several miles and spread into a circular platform with Stone-henge-like stones lining the circumference. The contents of the platform seem to luminesce more than the city itself.

The Pair looked at the sights the city offered. There were skeletons, people who had cube like figures, ponies that could talk, and farm animals with arms and legs. This city was strange, however upon seeing the strange mechanical animals Valfiel quickly took a closer look at the mechanical creatures. "Wow! Look at this sis! I never seen anyone make mechanical animals before! They are so cute!" The older sister exclaimed in glee.

Elyzia looked at the mechanical animals, they were indeed cute but her attention turned to the horizon. A floating city made of white marble. If they were looking for answers, perhaps someone from inside that floating city could tell them what happened because as far as she could tell, they were just random visitors in the eyes of the people here. "Hey sis, I think we can find out how we arrived here if we try to get to that floating city. Lets look around for answers to see if we can get up there with permission first." The Younger sister pointed at the city and the older one after removing her gaze from the mechanical creatures looked at the floating city. Well, it was a start at least.

Jonathan C. Skelecoot, Governor of the Skelecoots, stepped out of the bar. He was a bit tipsy, still not enough to slur his speech, but caught wind of the arrival of two new figures. The crowd muttered that they never saw anyone like them, though John silently corrected them, they rarely see people who have four limbs only. He nudged his way past the wave of bystanders who knew better not to dabble with new arrivals, past the people who actually noticed the two figures, to address the newcomers.

John was a tall, well-dressed Skelecoot, wearing a dark-maroon tailcoat, below that an aristocratic, patterned vest, dark brown trousers, renaissance boots and a purple bandana. When he grinned, his teeth revealed that they have seen better days, quite a few sticking in directions other than "up" or "down".
"Hello, newcomers! Welcome to the Imagiverse Centre! My apologies if some of us are staring," at this point he shoots a glare behind him, a few bystanders shuffling their feet, looking down. "Some of us haven't come to grips with the fact that we don't know every race and being in the Imagiverse." He turned his gaze at the lady standing next to the mechanical pet booth. "Ah, I see you noticed our companion contraptions. Yes, that's Skelecoot technology, that is! We have kept ourselves busy perfecting our steam technology for.... eeh, I would say almost two-hundred years."
He then turns to the younger sister. "Oh, apologies, I didn't get your names! Can't have new arrivals with no names. What were they again?"

The two sisters turned to face the voice directed towards them. However what they saw was a skeleton, with teeth that seemed to stick out in random directions. He was also wearing some nice clothing despite his bizarre appearance. The skeleton introduced to them to this place, apparently this was was called the Imagiverse Centre of the Imagineverse. That was strange, they never heard of such a name before.

Of course when the skeleton mentioned that people had been staring, they found it odd. Compared to the walking and talking ponies, cube people, and animal people. All they had were wings on their back. Of course the Older sister had them hidden from sight. Soon the skeleton asked for their names and they spoke. "My name is Elyzia. Its nice to meet you." "My name is Valfiel! We are sisters, and we also like music." The two Introduced themselves to the skeleton.

Of course, after they had finished introducing themselves they had a very important question. "Excuse us sir skeleton...do you know how we got here? I do not remember us taking a trip to this Imagiverse." Elyzia questioned.

"Oh, that's right, I forgot to introduce myself! My name's Jonathan C. Skelecoot, Governor of the Skelecoots." He'd then give a small bow. "Although you can just call me John, everyone else do. As of how you got here, I'm unsure myself. You may have encountered a rip in space-time that transported you two here, although that I don't know for sure." John would give them another crooked grin. "Though I am more than welcome to help you figure out how you got here, as well as the world you came from. There's always something new to learn here." He'd beckon for the two to follow him past the crowd. As he turned, the two would notice that, strapped to his back, was a double-barrelled shotgun. The make seemed custom-made, but it looked as if it has been used countless times.
"The Imagiverse is strange in its nature. Since it runs on Imagination, things get.... interesting. Magic is also rather common here, as you would have noticed in a few Alicorns wandering around here." The skeleton would gesture to an equestrian, who had what looked like a unicorn horn. "They are essentially magicians by blood. Say, we also enjoy music, as is apparent in some of the musical automatons that were invented. You wouldn't have heard of Steam Powered Giraffe, would you? They are top-grade mechanical musicians around here."

"A rip in space-time? Its likely that was the reason we arrived here given the state of our world and unusual occurrences happening there. But we appreciate you helping us John." Eliza spoke and gave a small bow as well. The two would then follow the skeleton after he gestured for them to follow, he then said that this world runs on imagination and that magic was common. Valfiel looked at the equestrian who had a unicorn horn, however when the topic turned to music and if they heard of Steam Powered Giraffe she turned to face John. "Sorry, we never heard of such a band. In fact...I don't think we heard any other band besides our own music. I think everyone just focuses on training with their weapons and their magic a little too hard. Can't blame them, monsters and divine entities everywhere. I guess we are just a duo that helps relax a band of people after a long fight with music." She laughed.

John would laugh as well. "Well, this world of yours sounds like ours, in a way. There are always demons and such floating around the Imagiverse, manifestations of vice and such. There's even what you might call a hive within the center of the Galactic System. The Darkness, it's called. Pretty much a capital of demonic entities. And they all fall into four categories, or elements that they represent: Fear, Anger, Despair and Insanity. That's pretty much the Elements of Chaos."
They would arrive at the center of the Centre, a circular venue where portals of different aesthetics, both mechanical and magical, line the circumference. In the middle, a fountain flowed with glistening water, an assortment of strange creatures swimming in the bottom pool of the fountain. On the top, a strange statue of a hand holding its pinky up as if asking the beings above for a sandwich.
"'Ello, Albert," calls John, which was strange, because he was referring to the statue. Suddenly, the statue shuddered, turned its three middle digits towards John and barked, "Good mornin', Jonathan!"
John would turn to the two sisters. "That's Albert, our, ahem, 'town crier'. Don't worry, he's perfectly wholesome. Now, on how we are going to locate your world and send you back, I will have to seek advice from a special someone back in my manor, down in Skeleville. I must inform you that, because of our nature, the Skelecoots' home is located in the Underworld, so you may witness a few... abnormalities on our way."

As John mentioned demons and such, their expression suddenly changed to that of one of sadness and pain. However the two quickly glanced at each other to calm themselves, they had hoped that demons did not exist in this world but sadly they did exist here.

As the group arrived at the center of the Centre, they approached a fountain with a statue on top of it. John would the call out to the statue, the two looked at him strangely, however the statue suddenly came alive and gave a 'Good morning' to John. John soon introduced the statue as Albert the town crier. He also said that he would have to seek advice from a special someone to locate their world. "Thank you very much John, I am not sure if this could help but our world is called Grand Gaia. But as for the few abnormalities I am sure we all can be safe, or we are used to strange sights already." Elyzia spoke before turning to Valfiel. "Yup, no matter what comes at us we are prepared both physically and mentally. We are quite exited to see the sights in Skeleville! So this Underworld has no chance at scaring us!" She spoke enthusiastically.

John would give another crooked grin. "Excellent! It would be a pleasure to have new warriors who are experienced in demon-hunting! Of course, my brother fights demons, as well, so I'm sure it would be a pleasure for him to meet you two." He would approach a strange-looking portal, decorated with skulls and out-stretched skeletal arms that seem to reach out to the two. Within the skeletal frame, there was a blurred image, browns and golden yellows mixed with purples and reds. John would take a few steps closer to the portal before turning to the sisters. "This way to the Underworld Lobby. This is where visitors and returning souls come to enter the infinite depths of the land of the dead. It has grown for many millennia, growing new floors and that. Oh, and before we go in, I must tell you not to be disturbed by the Receptionist; not many beings in the Imagiverse have as many eyes as he does." He would then step into the rippling quicksilver, the image rippling even more upon John's passage. A few skeletal arms in the frame would creak and turn, stretching their digits and beckoning the sisters into the demonic portal.

The sisters looked at the portal, this is where they would go to the Underworld. The name sounded ominious, however seeing this skeleton be so nice to them shook off any doubts they had. Valfiel soon took Elyzia's hand and let out a deep sigh. "Alright sis! Behind this portal lies a whole new world! Home is just around the corner so lets hang in there, I promise to treat you to some desserts when we get home!" She enthusiastically stated. Valfielf and Elyzia soon hopped into the portal remembering John's words, do not be disturbed the the receptionist, he said it had many eyes so it must not be that scary.

High above the Imagiverse Centre a disruption ripples softly across the sky, subtle enough enough at first to not raise an eyebrow. Proceeding this is a darkening the area and a series of blue marks forming a circular symbol in the air then lighting up, a symbol like a small blue sun with a black hole for its center. From the center of this sun emerges a head, a head wearing a strange blue mask, tiny holes where eyes would be, a faint ghostly yellow glow leaking from them, in the center an exposed third eye stares out. Two horns stemming up from the mask spread out and converge at a center point, a single glowing blue "fire" held adrift between them, and laying down and curling, wiggling softly were two black antennae-like protrusions that pulse softly from within with a cold blue glow. Overall a head barely recognizable as something one would call "human".

What follows next is the formation of what appeared to be a cloak of midnight blue and then a long lithe black fleshed body from that, almost vaguely effeminate, with two toes on each long foot, three fingers on each long hand, each hand attached to four arms. This body was translucent, slick, hairless, undefined in detail and a pattern of glowing blue markings upon it. Much like the antennae, a soft cold blue glow emanates from within, around where a heart would be. A tail hangs down with three blue eye-like protrusions and a broad and flat tipped tail. Occasionally these eyes, eerily enough, seem to actually move.

The being floats there, quietly observing as the disruption closes behind her. Her eyes narrow and she wraps herself in her strange membranous midnight cloak. This strange being has come to be known as Zilthai, the shadow of Owru, hailing from an unknown point outside known reality.

"Look, sisters, at these beings as they meander about, content in their assured existence, blissful in their comforts, careless by their whimsy," her voice echoes spitefully from within her. "And look at us, we who were cast out as rejects, like flakes of dead skin, denied of purpose, starved for reason, regarded as worthless refuse! Are we no less than they, are we not in fact greater?"

With this she descends down like a swirling blue and black comet as her cloak flaps, then stops abruptly on the street with not even a sound as if her impact carried absolutely no weight. Under her, however, the ground briefly dips in then wobbles back like jello, the space disrupted lightly before the effect dissipates. Ignoring the onlookers she shifts focus to the various travel points. She waves one hand across the portals, as if to hope for the choice to present itself to her.

"No point now to fight it, we are just a puppet of fate, after all, doomed to never know if we even truly exist. Ours is only to be directed to the next destination."

The Imagiverse had plenty in store when it came to surprises, and Max wasn't out on that.
The portal to Robloxia had the recurring theme of cubes, the portal a rectangle consisting on blocks of different textures, from metal grids to smooth metal. The quicksilver within the rectangle frame of the portal rippled, out stepping from it, a Robloxian.
The heavyweight cuboid man wore a simple black shirt, with an angular R on it. One short sleeve was ripped, producing a metal arm, running on a simple matter of joints. Two ecclipical beads were in place of his eyes, his teeth when he smiled a sparkling white.
"Well, well well!" cries the cuboid man. "I've never seen the likes of you before! John would kill me if I tried to fight something I only met, so I ask you a simple question: Friend or Foe?"

A sound comes to Zilthai, an exclamation in her general direction as it seemed to be. Her multifaceted vision caught focus upon the source of this disturbance without her having to turn. It was a cuboid being, another absurdity that no longer surprises her, one who would rather choose a more aggressive response to her presence but holds back under loyalty to a higher order, one under the name of John. The being then posed a perplexing ultimatum and calling it simple. She taps together the fingers of both sets of hands in contemplation as she finally turns towards him.

"Friend or foe," she repeats, her voice smooth and clear, but strange, like it were being projected, but more organic than digital, and there was a level of power in it, and unease it could cause. "Friend is a comforting concept, is it not? The acquaintance with others whom acknowledge and value your very existence is a very attractive concept, I admit. But I do wonder on what extent it is real? Is it not in the end a means to attain what one desires, that being one's own sense of importance? How perplexing, but if forces that be guide me as such then I have no choice but to comply. And foe, an being of which opposes you, that you may have enmity for and must overcome or destroy. I cannot make that assessment as I do not even know your beliefs and morals to weigh such as a viable answer."

She pauses, realizing the introspective will likely be lost upon this being. The tapping of her fingers ceases and cranes her neck.

"I am Zilthai of Nod, one of four, and it appears fate has guided me here. And at this moment, unless you choose otherwise with your believed free will, there is no point in hostility, she says coldly, dismissive of Max's individuality but also lacks compassion for even herself. "However, at least one among my other three shares in your carnal sentiments, you could consider that one friend."

She looks about once more with all her eyes, awaiting an event yet uncertain what that was. She held a hand to her chest, she could feel the others inside struggling for control, attempting to pull her back within Nod so they may assume control.

"For now I await the shift to move me to my next destination, or one of the other three to take my place."

Max decided to take the long and, to his rather squat vocabulary, confusing monologue as a "friend". The alien being looked like one of those types of extra-terrestrial beings who consider themselves above mortal morals, although said morals also apply to the higher entities like the gods, and the Creators, who aren't as benevolent as they sound. Although the mention of "one of four" intrigued Max, who could put two and two together to guess this was also a being of a schizophrenic persuasion. It kind of reminded him of John, who was a few fuses short of a circuit breaker, in his opinion, and everyone elses, including John's own brother, Adam, who was, to be frank, the dim one out of the Chosen Ones.
Funny the thing mentions Fate, because Max is getting the feeling the same entity is trying to make things interesting for the strongman Robloxian.
"Well, Zi-leh-thigh," said Max, trying with apparent difficulty to get out the alien syllibles, "It's nice to meet you. I am Max the Robloxian, one of the Chosen Ones, basically a group of misfit heroes who were picked to protect the Imagiverse from any demonic threat. As it seems you're the negotiable type, I will say you don't fall into the demon type, whatever you are."
He would take a wary step towards Zilithai, hoping he wouldn't provoke the entity more than is necessary, and spread his arms, as to indicate their surroundings.
"Welcome to the Imagiverse!" said Max with a voice that would have filled a cavern with it's enormity. "Realm of the Imagined and home to worlds that can only exist in a universe that's pumpin' with Imagination!"

"From the Land of Nod to the realms of imagination," Zilthai responds, yet it seems not directed at anyone in particular. "Fitting for an undesired sentiment."

Her eyes gaze off, emanating their yellow haze, unblinking, the lack of pupils and facial expressions making it no easier to read her. Inside she pondered the concept of misfits fighting evil. Misfit in particular was a word she hooked onto. That is what Owru was, an outsider that no one even acknowledged to exist, a fate far worse than being hated. The concept barely crossed her mind that others may share this fate.

"Perhaps I am in fact fated to meet these Chosen Ones."

"Well, if that's what you want to do," said Max, "Than I can get the others to come here." His expression could be compared to a lucky fisherman who wanted to share his latest catch with his fellow fishermen. He would raise his robot arm, it's palm facing up, and press some hidden mechanism. A panel that covered the entire palm would spin, revealing another set of buttons on the other side. He would press several of them in order, and then raise the palm to his ear, or where it could have been. A series of slightly prolonged beeps would emanate from the hand before Max would speak again.
"Yeah, I would like to send an audio message to the Chosen Ones.... alright, I'll hold..." A few seconds pass before he talks again, this time slightly louder.
"Hey, guys, guess what I came across in the Centre. Some alien thing from Nod. Don't ask me what that is, for all I know, you could ask John, he seems to know everything. Just come over, alright? Thanks."
He would press the palm again, the panel spinning again to it's original orientation before he would turn back to Zilithai, smiling.
"Sorry about that. Just sent a message to the Chosen Ones, so hopefully they will get here in a few minutes. While we're waiting, tell me more about this "Nod" place."

Zilthai points to a circle right below her neck, the mark while seemingly at first as a tattoo is in fact some kind of strange hole that displays a series of brief glimpses into another world. From within, what could be seen, was some form of surreal dreamscape of floating landmasses, a cracked moon leaking out a waterfall, ruins and structures from various eras including a gothic style clock tower half submerged in a lake, running backwards and forwards without any clear reason. Most outstanding was a giant white tree that extends into the depths and into the heavens. Below the landmasses was layers of orbiting landmasses and a deeper and darker region obscured by a thick dark cloudy haze, flashes of blue light hint at turbulent storms.

"It is a world of thoughts both subconscious and conscious, recreated fragments of different worlds and times. Time... for that matter there holds no meaning, not as most beings interpret it, she begins to explain with a lack of hesitation. As she does, something moves in the way of the current image in Nod's gate blocking the view, and soon after a green eye peeks through, like a sneak spying through a keyhole. I come from the deepest regions, of things considered too unpleasant or inconvenient, nightmares you would call them I believe. In Nod too, the other three reside currently, but as I said only one can-

All of a sudden a flash of light emerges from the gate cutting her off abruptly, followed by a massive slimy violet three-fingered hand clenched into a fist bursting from the tiny gate filling the air with shards of light as if some ethereal glass was shattered. Another figure begins to emerge from the gate, and as it does so, Zilthai begins to collapse in upon herself, and dissipate rapidly into a dark haze sucked into the cracks of the gate.

"Laadan," was the only thing Zilthai could utter before the other figure completely replaces her falling on the floor before Max, a larger and more feral looking creature, similar but not the same as Zilthai, with a body dripping and near transparent like it were made of slime.

In ways the new creature was more ornate, colorful even, with tufts and a larger more fanciful cloak/wings and forked antennae wiggling in the air. The first set of claws were larger than the other set, the larger ones being used to shove the being onto her feet. The creature's height, while not titanic, would still easily tower over any human. The creature's face is somewhat obscured by a draconian mask. After a brief glance about, the creature cracks forth in maniacal laughter.

"Laadan is stronger than Sill-eye and strongest there is," the creature bellows, a tone and speech both erratic and gravelly compared to the more clear speaking Zilthai. Laadan looks down at Max and snorts, crossing arms looking proudly. "You! Box Man Max, from scale of one to five, how do you rate Laadan's entrance?!"

Max remembered one of John's lessons on the Imagiverse, which always passed through Max's head, as the alien describes Nod. The skeleton had described that, the further you go towards the edge, where Creator's End lies, the deeper you enter the subconsiousness of the Imagiverse. By the looks of things, this Nod is pretty damn near to the Edge. No wonder this thing's split between itself.
It did surprise Max when a hand had jumped out of the circular window and... whatever else happened. The Robloxian decided it would be best not to try and think about what happened in the last few seconds. All he knew now was that a new personality had revealed itself, something that Max, with his experience with the common demons, would relate to the element of Insanity.
His mouth would open and close a few times before he would respond. "I'd say a 4. It's rare that what we call "Edge-dwellers" would come here. Normally they wouldn't bother with us, possibly because they don't think we exist. The Chosen Ones are really gonna like this." The last sentence would have the tone that indicated that the fisherman had just realised his catch could sing too.

As the two charged their conversation with each other, a portal opened up within the Imagiverse Center and a figure stepped out of it. As he stepped outside he would examine the area especially the people walking around. There were unicorns and ponies, strange cuboid people, walking skeletons and even animals with legs. To the figure they all looked very weak, he had received word that there was an entire world out here, some say two sisters found this world by complete accident and the nations were planning to open portals to this world. However he managed to open this up with a bit of help and was the first being from Grand Gia to willingly enter this world.

He had hoped to encounter some strong people, but all he could see right now were random civilians. Maybe some encouragement will send someone with power to his location? With that in mind easing a massive axe with just one hand he would attempt to begin destroying the roads and damaging any buildings in sight. Of course the sight of him attacking out of nowhere would surely panic the residents. This would certainly draw the attention of someone.

"A FOUR!? THAT. IS. Mm... fair, Laadan's landing was not the best," she says with a sudden calming of her tone. Despite being an Id, she was not entirely about rage, but rather passion. Her expression, as much as it could be called, changes to a childlike stupor, a finger to her mouth making it clear she wasn't actually paying attention. "Hedge-eh-what..? Laadan laughs at these... hedgelords! Don't... exist? Cogent agro bum, 'I eat therefor I do!' Or something like that."

Despite being an absolutely inane misquote, she looks no less proud of it with head held up high. This moment was soon interrupted by a loud noise, panic and destruction. Her antennae raises up straight into the air and snaps her neck around 180 degrees. What she saw was some guy wrecking the streets with an axe. Without word, without deep inspection of the situation, impulse takes her feet and she lunges straight into the hazard zone, and fittingly slamming into a building as she does spraying debris and strange purple slime everywhere before scrambling back to her feet.

"YOU," she shrieks, tongue running out like a panting beast. "Laadan was going to eat those!"

Although temporarily confused, he would notice the young tyke with the axe causing havoc in the Centre. He would watch Laadan leap into the fray, whilst he would flex his muscles, grinning. Now this is gonna be good.
He would walk towards the chaos, centred around the man. A Skelecoot tinkerer was quite perplexed and then very re-dead. Several clockwork companions suffered severe damage and therefore, the Innovatium cores imploded, creating the sound of an explosion in reverse, turning the already weird civilians into even weirder things.
"Hey!" Max would yell at the axed maniac. "You lookin' for a fight, because you've sure as the Underworld got one!" As he says this, lights begin to span his robot arm, preparing for a pummeling.

The second Kira heard and spotted the two would be heroes, he stopped his mindless destruction and turned to face them. "Quick response time, you two seem like you would put up a good fight. Heard some sisters found this place but never bothered to do much here, so I decided to see how strong the people of this world was. But you already know I am not here for idle chatting...let's see who is stronger!" He called out as he pointed his sword and axe at them.

He initiated the attack first, lifting the mighty axe into the air he slammed it into the ground causing a massive shockwave to tear through the ground aimed for Laadan. He also raised his sword which was now glowing and after stabbing the sword in the ground another shockwave was sent in Max's direction. He was exited to fight these new people.

Max didn't mess around. As soon as his mind quickly established the line of exploding earth darting towards him, he would fling himself to the side, letting the shockwave dart past and hit the fountain of the Centre, spraying chunks of marble across the floor. The Hand statue, known as Albert, would shudder a bit, look down at the damage, turn his finger gaze towards the fight and then return to his original position, deciding not to intrude in important business.
As soon as he dodges the shockwave, Max would sprint towards Kira, winding his robot arm backwards, before he would attempt a hook aimed at Kira's head, using his momentum in the process.

Meanwhile, from the other side of the street, a sea-green duck peered from behind a corner. He was dressed in a red shirt displaying a cream pie in motion, yellow shorts and blue sneakers. The overall attire would make him rather visible, but, then again, he wasn't prepared for a fight.
Jack The Ducky Boy took in the scene. There was Max charging at some guy with an axe, there was the weirdest creature Jack has ever seen, and the entire street was in total chaos. He gripped a strap from his backpack. Looks like he'll have to stun whoever's causing trouble with whatever he's got.