Razor swung the [Crushing Warhammer]. A heavy, whistling arc aimed at Nightclown's head. "Eat this, Runt!"
He activated [Swell!] midway. His body and the hammer's head visibly expanded. Becoming even more gargantuan. With trailing cartoon motion lines.
Nightclown dodged. He activated [Sprint!]. His movements became exaggeratedly fast. Leaving afterimages. Turning into a blur of grey and blue.
The hammer smashed into the ground where he had been a fraction of second before. Creating a crater. And sending up a cloud of dust and debris.
Razor then stomped his foot. Activating [Ground Slam!]. A shockwave rippled across the earth. Attempting to throw Nightclown off balance.
Nightclown instead somersaulted in the air. Evading the ground shock. And landed perfectly like a gymnast champion. Light as a feather. A smirk was already playing on his grey lips. The tremor of Razor's [Ground Slam!] had barely registered.
"Nice try, Porky! You'll have to hit harder than that to rattle this amazing hare."
Razor snorted. His boar snout flared. He looked like a crimson-skinned wrecking ball. All muscle and fury.
"Rattle you? I'll flatten you! You'll be a grease stain on my boot, Runt!" He roared. Already winding up for another swing of his colossal [Crushing Warhammer].
The hammer was still visibly swollen from his [Swell!] trait. It seemed to hum with destructive intent.
Nightclown didn't wait. He activated [Sprint!]. Bursting forward. An exaggerated streak of blue and grey. The air itself seemed to warp around him.
He wasn't just fast. He was cartoonish-ly fast. Leaving faint, shimmering afterimages in his wake.
Razor's swing was massive. A wide, lumbering arc designed to cover a huge area. However, Nightclown simply zipped under it. A whisker-breadth from impact.
"Too slow, Slow-poke! Are you a pig or a snail?" Nightclown quipped. Already behind Razor.
He deployed his [Wild Nunchaku]. The two wooden rods, linked by a chain, glowed faintly. He activated [Stretch!]... on the chain.
With a flick of his wrist, one rod lashed out. The chain visibly elongated. Stretching like rubber. The rods suddenly were impossibly far apart. One of it snapped around Razor's thick ankle.
Razor bellowed. Surprised. The sudden entanglement threw him off balance. He stumbled. Before he could recover, Nightclown yanked his weapon. Deactivating [Stretch!] and activating [Shrink!] on the nunchaku chain simultaneously.
It retracted with incredible speed. Pulling Razor's leg taut. And yanking him off his feet. The boar hit the ground with a resounding THWUMP!
A sound that shook the earth again. A cloud of dust erupted around him like a premature explosion.
"Timber!" Nightclown called out. Gleefully.
As Razor tried to push himself up, Nightclown was already on him. He spun the [Wild Nunchaku] in a dizzying blur. The rods were now back to their normal length.
He landed a flurry of rapid, blunt strikes. On Razor's exposed flank and shoulders. Each hit, despite the cartoonish physics, carried a surprising sting. With [Toon Physique], Razor wouldn't be truly hurt. But he would definitely feel it.
"Get off me, you Flea-ridden Rabbit!" Razor roared. Scrambling to his feet. His eyes were bloodshot with rage. He looked like a pissed-off bonfire.
He activated [Berserk!]. A reddish aura pulsed around him. His every muscle bulged even further. His movements became wilder. More frantic. And incredibly powerful.
His [Crushing Warhammer] seemed to glow with a dark energy. Each swing was a potential catastrophe.
Nightclown backflipped. Creating distance. "Feisty, aren't we? Did someone forget their morning milk? Or wait! Do you have a high blood pressure?"
Razor didn't respond to the taunt. He just charged. A furious, grunting locomotive. His [Crushing Warhammer] became a blur of destruction. Smashing against the ground. Against sparse, twisted trees. Carving small craters with every miss.
The ground around Nightclown quickly became a patchwork of shattered rock and churned earth.
Nightclown weaved, backflipped, dodged, and sidestepped. Moving with impossible grace and speed. [Sprint!] was his best friend in this brawl.
He was smaller. But infinitely more agile. He zipped around Razor. Letting the Toon Boar's momentum carry him. Constantly circling. Always staying just out of reach.
Razor, in his berserker state, kept over-extending. His swings left him momentarily vulnerable.
"You're getting sloppy, Fat Guy!" Nightclown yelled. Running up a fallen log. Performing a mid-air somersault to avoid a wide horizontal swipe from the hammer. "All fat, no brain! And no accuracy either. Man, you're pathetic!"
Razor ignored the taunts. Brought the [Crushing Warhammer] down in a vertical smash. This time, he followed it instantly with [Ground Slam!]. Sending a violent tremor through the earth.
But Nightclown was still in the air. He felt the shockwave. But it did nothing to him. Nowhere close to throwing him off balance. He landed lightly on a small outcropping of rock.
"Oh, very clever! Striking the ground when I'm not on it!" Nightclown clapped slowly. Sarcastically. "Where did you learn the strategy, Fatty? The toilet?"
Razor's grunts intensified. His breathing was heavy. Ragged. [Berserk!] was definitely taking a toll. Not even his [Toon Physique] could allow him to go forever in thta state.
The intensity of his attacks was undeniable. But the precision was diminishing rapidly. He swung the hammer in a wide, desperate arc. Wild and uncontrollable. His senses seemed to get affected by fatigue too.
This was Nightclown's chance. He activated [Shrink!] on himself and his weapon. Instantly becoming no larger than a small mouse. It was much smaller than the first time he used it. He was getting more proficient in this ability.
Along with [Sprint!], he was now practically invisible. A tiny, fast-moving blur on the ground. Razor's massive hammer cleaved through the air where Nightclown had been. Completely missing the target.
"Where did you go, you Little Runt?!" Razor bellowed. Looking around wildly. His eyes were struggling to track the mini hare. He spun in place. Frustrated. Even more as he accidentally cracked a nearby boulder with his elbow.
Nightclown, now a miniature menace, was between Razor's legs. He activated [Stretch!] on his nunchaku. Extending one rod to an absurd length.
Then he used the other rod as a fulcrum. Whipping the extended rod targeting the Toon Boar's crotch. The impact was more akin to a cartoon spring recoiling. A BOING! sound effect accompanying the hit.
Razor yelped. A high-pitched squeal that was utterly disproportionate to his size. He grabbed his crotch. Jumping around erratically like a scared piglet. Screaming in pain.
Nightclown return to his normal size and kept up the assault. He flashed behind the Boar. Striking multiple times at the back of his knee and his ankle.
Then, as Razor turned his body, he used [Shrink!] again. To disappear from the boar's view.
"Having a little trouble seeing me, Fatty?" Nightclown's voice, though tiny, projected clearly. "Maybe you should get your eyes checked. And your brain too, while at it!"
Razor was losing it. The reddish aura of [Berserk!] flared erratically. He wasn't just angry. He was extremely furious. And completely bewildered.
He started smashing his hammer around wildly. Without aim or reason. Just trying to hit something. He hammered the ground. The air. Even himself once in the shinbone. Jumping around again in pain afterward.
The sheer destruction he wrought was impressive. But utterly ineffective.
Nightclown had long darted far away when Razor was about to throw that destructive tantrum. This wasn't just about taunting the opponent. It was about wearing him down. Frustrating him until he made a critical mistake.
The grey hare allowed himself to return to normal size. Just for a moment. To get Razor's attention.
"Hey, over here, Mr. Overkill!" Nightclown yelled. Waving a hand. Razor's head snapped towards him. His eyes were wide and bloodshot.
"There you are, you Little…!"
But Nightclown was already moving again. [Sprint!] engaged. He ran towards a small, relatively unstable rock formation nearby. About four times Razor's height. He knew these Toonworld environments. They reacted to exaggerated force.
"Come on, Fat Snail! What? Don't have energy to chase me?" Nightclown mocked. Baiting him. "Oops, wrong. It's... Don't have speed, isn't it?"
Razor responded exactly as Nightclown hoped. Pure, unadulterated rage. He charged. A screaming, grunting, [Berserk!] fueled missile. He ignored the unstable rock formation. His only goal was to pulverize the irritating hare.
Nightclown deftly evaded at the last moment. Using [Shrink!] and [Sprint!] to zip past the small opening in the rock formation.
Razor, unable to stop his momentum, crashed directly into the base of the rock formation. Along with his oversized [Crushing Warhammer].
KRA-BOOM!
The impact was spectacular. The entire rock formation shuddered. Then groaned with a prolonged WHA-WHOOSH! sound effect. As if it were a literal cartoon character responding to pain.
Cracks, cartoonish and exaggerated, spread rapidly up its face. Dust and small pebbles started to rain down.
Razor was momentarily stunned by the impact. He shook his head and looked upwards. Eyes widening, he tried to back away. But it was too late.
The entire formation began to crumble. Collapsing like a stacked building blocks bumped by a giant. Big boulders detached and fell with exaggerated CRASH! sounds.
Razor let out a panicked "GAH!" as he was engulfed. The last thing visible was his furious red face. Before a mountain of rubble swallowed him whole.
The dust cloud billowed. Briefly obscuring everything. When it settled, all that remained was a freshly formed heap of rocks and dirt. A small, faint groan could be heard from somewhere deep within the pile.
Nightclown watched from a safe distance. A satisfied grin was on his face. "Oops! Looks like someone just got themselves a new bedroom!"