Oldman's fingers moved slowly across his banjo's strings. It didn't look like he was worried for the incoming doom.
The fist that was larger than his own house back in the real world came crashing down towards him, but he kept playing the banjo without pausing for a single beat.
When it was about to crush him like a bug, Oldman played the final note, and the fist came to a sudden stop.
Behind Rawkshawn's gigantic body, a creature that was even bigger than Rawkshawn emerged from nothingness.
"Summoning Magick, the Puppeteer of the Ancient World!"
The creature had a long, thin body with a head that was way too big for its body. It had long, thin fingers that were as long as Rawkshawn's arms, and from each fingertip, strings extended into Rawkshawn's punching arm.
Those strings managed to stop Rawkshawn's punch.
At this moment, the Puppeteer's chest opened up. A sword came from within. It headed towards Rawkshawn's back.
