*Splat*
Daddy screamed at the top of his lungs as more of his brethren were stomped to death.
"No, Chet! Brett! Shet! How can you call yourself a man when you fight like this, Fate Grimsever?"
Fate just kept looking around, wondering when his fight was supposed to start. He said to Daddy, "Daddy, what's going on? It seems like I'm not fighting anything but a few bugs with my boots right now."
Daddy arrived in front of one of his subordinates, only to see Fate's boots of destruction rain down on his subordinate in front of him.
*Slam*
*Splat*
Daddy grew enraged and pulled out his small sword, charging at Fate's boots in front of him. His sword made contact with them, but instead of his toothpick-like sword cutting up Fate's boots, his sword got stuck half an inch inside them.
