Chapter 850: Name Drop
[Wait! I got it! I know what our name should be!,] the wooden one exclaimed with enough glee in her voice that the marble one and the copper one couldn’t help but recoil with just the tiniest bit of shock.
[You do?]
[Seriously?]
[Yes! Follow my lead!]
…
[Oi! Have you guys figured out what your name is yet or what?,] the clawed Paleo Punk complained.
[Give us a second!]
[Ay caramba…]
The trio of feminine zakos didn’t actually take that long to finish their discussion, the Paleo Punks were just impatient because they thought they’d immediately get to fighting when they showed up.
Once the feminine zakos finished their discussion, they proceeded to group up in a line as if they were preparing to pose.
Correction, they were preparing to pose.
Possibly inspired by the sheer coordination and camaraderie(?), the feminine zako trio decided that they needed to do a group thing too.
Well…the wooden one did anyways, the other two just decided to follow along. Which is why they didn’t say shit the moment the wooden one started doing a dramatic pose while fucking narrating.
[The three of us were infused with the chaotic power of pure [Lust]-!,] the wooden started one before handing the metaphorical baton to the copper one, who despite not knowing what the fuck to say, somehow immediately understood the assignment.
[We may be made of different materials, but we’re bonded by the power of our love and desires-!]
The one made of marble was a bit resistant to the idea, but decided to go along with it because it was technically more embarrassing not putting in any effort than going full ass.
[Constructed by the Kaijin Lord, empowered by Paralust and awakened by our darlings-!]
[When we combine our powers, nothing can stand in our way, for we are…]*3.
Compelled by their words and some weird built-in instincts, the three feminine zakos proceeded to take on a coordinated three person pose like something out of a spy movie.
[The Gal-em Force!]
*Sound of highly unnecessary explosions occurring in the background.*
[Oi! Where the fuck did all those explosions come from?!,] the lead Paleo Punk yelled in alarm.
…
[Gal-em…force?,] the marble Gal-em asked her wooden sister. [Is that a pun?]
[It’s a play on words, yeah,] the wooden Gal-em replied. [It’s a play on the words of golem and gal, hence…Gal-em.]
[Ah…why force though?]
[Rolls off the tongue better than just declaring we’re the Gal-ems.]
[I…fair enough.]
[Either way, it’s good thing nobody here was able to witness any of that, or else id melt in embarrassment,] the copper Gal-em stated.
_____________Meanwhile…_______________
=Did…did you expect that to happen or…?=
=Aish…=
_______Meanwhile in the back halls…______
‘Why do I feel like I just avoided getting blasted in the face with the power of sheer secondhand embarrassment?’
[Why do I feel like I just got blasted by it?]
___Meanwhile, in a certain lounge…________
[GURK!,] Screamira yelped before falling out of her seat in a rather dramatic fashion, much to the surprise of the kaijin since she didn’t forecast this feeling or thought to the others until it happened.
[Oh dear Chaos! Are you okay?,] Hurricroak asked with genuine concern.
[I don’t know,] Screamira admitted. [But I feel like I just got blasted by sheer secondhand embarrassment right to the face because my sisters decided to do something weird.]
[That’s…weirdly specific…]
[I know!]
___Meanwhile, in another lounge…________
“Huh…”
“Huh…”
“Huh.”
“…”
“None of us admit to anybody that we thought that was actually kind of cool.”
“To the grave and beyond, my good madam. To the grave and beyond.”
“They look kind of like how we-”
“Shhhh. We don’t tell darling until completely necessary.”
“Fine…”
____Now back to the prison fight…_________
A moment of silence fell over the prison after the sudden explosion died down, with the Paleo Punks looking at the newly formed Gal-Em force with a weird expression. That is, until the Paleo Punks decided to break the silence with the power of their weird ass banter.
[Gal-em Force?,] the clawed Paleo Punk repeated with a quizzical raise of his bony brow.[What da faq is a bloody Gal-em?]
[I don’t know,] the dome headed Paleo Punk unhelpfully replied. [Sounds like a brand, I think?]
[You dummies,] the spiked Paleo Punk leader interjected. [It’s not a brand, it’s a play on words that combine the words “gal” and “golem”.]
[Really? Then why do they have for the word “force” slapped on there at end? They ain’t like an official military squad…right?]
[Sounds off, are you sure?]
[Yes, I’m sure, also they have “force” in their name because it would sound weird to just use the name “Gal-em”. And if you’re not sure, fucking ask them!]
[That…yeah, alright,] the clawed Paleo Punk capitulated. [Hey! Is the name Gal-em a form of word play?]
[Also, is the word “force” added in there to make the whole name sound better?,] dome headed Paleo Punk added.
Evidently, the Gal-em zakos were a bit taken back about the sheer accuracy of the Paleo Punk’s observation…but that didn’t stop them from confirming them.
[Y-yeah,] the wooden Gal-em agreed. [It’s word play.]
[And we did add force to make it sound better,] the marble Gal-em added.
[Kind of like how you guys have the word “punk” in yours. Paleos would sound weird by itself, no?,] the copper Gal-em pointed out.
To this observation, the Paleo Punks agreed.
[I mean…yeah.]
[I think we we’re gonna use lancer or somfink?]
[Yes…but now that introductions are out of the at, it’s time to fight!]
[Yeah!]*2.
Now that the Paleo Punks had a clear idea on who they were fighting exactly, the trio of fossil enhanced zakos got significantly more pumped.
[You lot have been breaking a lot of rules since you busted in here, so it’s our job here is to you stop you from breaking them any further.]
[And we’re gonna do that, by breaking you first!]
[YEAH!]
(Un)Surprisingly, even the Gal-ems were pumped to fight.
[So…who’s gonna take on the ugly one?,] the copper Gal-em asked.
[They’re all ugly, you’re gonna have to be more specific,] the wooden Gal-em pointed out.
[Fair.]
[You’re gonna deal with domehead over there,] the marble Gal-em said while gesturing to the wooden Gal-em. [While you’re going to fight freaky fingers over there,] she said while gesturing to the copper Gal-em.
[What about you?]
[I’m going to take on big, bad and spiky over there,] the marble Gal-em said while pointing at the spiky Paleo Punk. [While our main goal here isn’t to win, if we take them out here, it’ll be easier for us in the long run. As such, if any of us are able to defeat our respective punk into the ground, they’ll help out the others. Agreed.]
[Yup!]
[Totally!]
[Marvelous.]
With their own plan of attack prepared, the Gal-ems proceeded to spread out in a manner that allowed them to fight without getting in each other’s way.
Due to the Paleo Punks having precisely one brain cell to share between the three of them, they proceeded to divide up in a manner that the Gal-ems were hoping they would.
In essence, the clawed punk was about to go claw to copper against the copper Gal-em, domehead was about to try and punch down the wooden Gal-em while the marble Gal-em was going to try and blunt down the spiked leader of the punks.
Surprisingly, neither side opted to make a move just yet. They simply got ready on their respective sides, taking up fighting stances as they did.
[…]
[…]
The tension started to become thick enough to cut it with knife, when…
[Go!]
[Go!]
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
Both sides exploded into activity at the command of their respective leaders!
The concussive sound of fossilized bone colliding against wood, metal and stone, echoed throughout the prison.
Neither side employed any fancy aether arts, because neither side could use any proper Aether arts.
Instead, these modified zakos, these low level fighters, were essentially forced to use nothing but their innate martial art skills and their inborn abilities.
Granted, most mortal fighters at their level wouldn’t be able to match them when it came to hand-to-hand combat anyways.
Well…hand to claw, skull and tail that is.
At some point during this three frontal combat, a certain young Lord had shown up just in time to witness everything go down.
That said, he didn’t do anything…yet.
…
‘Oh criminey, the zakos are now fighting each other…actually, who the fuck are these guys?’
[Well…the female zakos I recognize as being my [Lust] enhanced ones, albeit, they’re a lot more intelligent than I remember them being. Then again, I was literally a different being around that time. As for the the other three…I don’t know. But they look…boneheaded, not gonna lie.]
‘I see what you mean…and I think I know who made them.’
[Ah…so are we going to intervene, or…]
‘Give em a minute. I actually wanna see where this goes.’
[Cool.]
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*Bing-Bong!*
We interrupt this chapter to inform the reader that next chapter will be consisting of three different fight scenes happening at the same time.
We apologize for the inconvenience.
Thank you.
…
Gal-em Force and Paleo Punks? Really?
|I’ve been on a Saturday morning cartoon kick, don’t judge me.|
Whatever you say…
*Bing-Bong!*
