Willhelm runs with a very fast pace towards the two. Both Jean and Jack dash to each side, closing on him.
The entire ground started to shake from him running. Even Torment was surprised by the speed of his, expecting someone that is almost three meters tall a slow runner. Apparently Torment didn't look at that little detail. Only on the bigger things that are in the future.
"Ya' think some cheap ol' tactic will work on me ay?" He turns red with steam coming out of his mouth. "Ya' two piss me off!" With the rage of a Scottish beast, Willhelm rises in height and muscles like a raging hulk.
"Jea- I mean, Lia, how did you darn beat this guy before?" Jack asks with a more feminine voice to not raise too much suspicion. He sees the rage induced hulk, going to grab both of them with his arms.
"It's complicated..." Lia replies, not wanting to bring up the fact of having Jack's arm.
Lia and Jack, shockingly, get captured by Willhelm, as he launches with incredible speed, grabbing the two with his own muscular, mechanical arms.
"Think of escapin'? Ya' will never get the pissin' chance now!" Willhelm says so in the meantime of crushing them slowly, hearing small cracks of the metal and steel bodies that they have.
The two almost scream from pain. With that, Jack and Lia try to come up with an idea before they meet a horrible fate.
"Any last words? Before I'll crush the brains out of ya' two?" He asks, mockingly with a satisfied smile on his face, grinding his own teeth.
Everything feels like a rollercoaster to the two. Being crushed slowly is the most pain they could go through for now.
Jack and Lia yell from the pain, making Willhelm and his comrades cheer while laughing.
Air blowing slowly around them. The light of planet earth above all glowing on them with the feeling of its atmosphere hitting. With that the gas grass is moving according to the wind, everything is moving.
The comrades of Willhelm cheer him on like the crew they are, jumping around with excitement.
"Well... I wondered if you noticed my darn weapon..." Jack says to him, breathing heavily with the knowledge of how to escape.
"Hmm?" Willhelm questions his words.
Two shots have are being heard. The cheering of the comrades stop. Lia and Jack aren't being crushed anymore.
The wind stopped, the gas grass isn't moving anymore, nothing is moving all of a sudden after the shots.
"AAAGGHHH!" The screams suddenly come from the hulk instead of the two. He leaves his grip on them, looking at his palms, only to see two holes on each hand. "MY HANDS!"
Jack and his friend jump away from him, saying mockingly back at him: "Oh, at least you didn't lose your darn arm off a~y?"
Willhelm falls on his knees, holding both arms, shouting more and more from the pain. Jack and Jean staring at him, Jack looking tired and Lia giving a smirk.
"You... you'll pay for this! You all will pissin' pay for this you heard me?!" More angry than ever, he goes for a punch at Jack, despite the pain. "I'll show ya' real pain now!"
Immediately before he could hit, Lia kicks the brute arms to the air, tearing them off. "Fixed that for your attitude." Lia answer's Jack, ignoring Willhelm's screams and shouts of anger.
"AAAAGHHHH! M-MY ARMS! MY PISSIN' ARMS ARE NOT ATTACHED!" The two arms fall straight on the floor, frightening the entire crew of his.
"This is your darn chance to run away." Jack says confidently, with a hero like pose.
"Ooo... you two are the most interesting team I see..." Torment behind them says, with a smile from how intrigued he is, watching the battle. "I am just dy~ying to see how this ends."
All of Willhelm's crew runs away from the fear, leaving only the brute himself alone. "You traitors!" He yells, barely able to turn around.
"Well. That's how my new darn modification is." Jack taunts, explaining how his new arm works. "Luckily after losing my limb I got fixed with one that still can operate the same as my old one, including the laser fingers." He tries for do a fast, brushing his long purple hair with his normal arm. "Only darn downside is that I lost two fingers to shoot from. At least seven is the lucky number on my fingers now..."
Impressed by Jack, Lia does a similar, confidant pose. Fixing the black and white fedora.
"You... you forgot one thing..." Willhelm says, breathing heavily on the ground, five steps away from Jean. "You forgot about my weapon!"
"What?" Lia asks, excited. A sudden pose change occurs with the black and white disguised gentleman, ready for some trick. "Jack look out!"
The spikes from the severed arms start to rise and fly quickly towards Lia. Without him noticing, the spikes go through the gas grass with speed, hearing wind blowing from how fast they are.
"Take that! You pissin' fuck!" The armless, Scottish, hulk shouts at them. He gets up as he continues to yell.
A short scream is being emitted by the disguised boss, noticing the spikes deep into his legs, breaking them apart with haste.
"Hahaha! Ya' can't break Willhelm's arms and not expect revenge! Maybe me own crew isn't here but me strength stays!"
"Fuck! No no no!" Lia screams, but not from pain. He screams from the fact that Willhelm will see his real legs, the wooden legs of the pirate he was.
Everything felt like the clock just stopped ticking, the stars above begin to shine on Lia. All is being revealed to Willhelm, who works under Jean's arm.
A sudden shock flows through everyone in the street. From Jack to the crew who are currently running away, a terrible feeling is rising through everyone's spines. An aura from Lia is rising, a menacing aura.
"Wha-what? What the pissin' fuck? What is this feeling?" The armless, Scottish robot asks, crawling a bit to the back. An even greater shock hits him once he notices the wooden legs of Lia, revealed to be Jean. "Yo-you aren't just a normal r-robot... y-you are..."
Everyone is speechless at this point, looking at Jean with fear. Even Jack looks with fear in him, never seeing such an intimidating aura before in his entire life.
One step. Jean takes one slow step towards Willhelm.
"N-no! Please! I-I didn't kn-know wh-who ya' are!" Barely able to say the words out of his mouth, he turns from a raging tank to a childish and scared robot.
Second step. Jean takes another slow step, adding a bit more force on his legs.
"I-I promise to not interrupt whatever y-you're doing!"
Third step. Jean ignores the yells of the armless man and takes a third step.
"You couldn't just walk away no?... you had to intervene in my plan. You seeing me like this can't be a thing I could ignore anymore..." he says, menacingly.
Fourth step. The sound of the wooden peg legs of his hitting the blocky, stone ground is being heard, filling in the silence.
"B-boss! Please I'll do anything!"
Fifth step.
"Anything?"
"Y-yes! Anything!"
A great shadow overwhelms Jean's upper body, revealing two glowing eyes. The boss of Rose looking like the one that is and should be in control of the entire situation. Only a millimeter away from Willhelm.
"Do you promise to do anything I will order you to do?"
"Y-yes boss! I promise to do anything!"
He grabs the broken Scottish man's head, looking at him straight into his face with the two terrifying and glowing eyes.
"Then perish."
A crack of metal and steel was heard throughout the streets. Jean has broken and twisted Willhelm's head into nothing but trashy metal. Willhelm, is dead.
Jack looks stunned, never seeing a thing like that before. The true power of the boss has been revealed to him.
"So... uh.. what now? Shouldn't we go to darn Mario now?" He asks Jean, shaking a tiny bit.
"Yeah... sorry you had to witness that." Jean says, a bit tired from how much strength he has put into breaking someone's mechanical skull. "I'll need to fix up my legs get together. It is sad how such a robot can get killed so easily by my hand."
"Ye-yeah..." still a bit scared, Jack shows those signs by trembling a bit. He trembles all the while not knowing who Jack really is, a pirate as well.
"No need to be scared of me Jack. We both are on the same side after all. Isn't that right Tor?"
"Yes.. no need to worry Jack." Torment agrees with Jean, seeming like he knows more than both, hiding it very well under his smile.
"I guess you can count me as a Gear Killer as well." Jean says in a chuckling tone, trying to raise up the mood, ignoring the fact that there is a dead robot in front of them.
"Yeah... so let's clean this up and fix your darn legs now.."
"Seems like a great idea Jack."