As Albert watched Dion battling the King of the goblins he was currently sipping on, enjoying a delicious cocktail and enjoying some salted candy.
Seeing a battle of such nature was a rare sight for a scientist like him. Over the last months he had been spending all his time awake on the secret project, so now he finally had time to take off his shoes, put the feet on the expensive equipment and relax.
Having such a show delivered to him on the most expensive monitors money could buy was a treat. The best part would soon begin, the second act would start.
His little baby would take its first steps and join Moros in a normal discussion with their fists to the death.
The drama, the twists, the action…while the other fight might be between 2 stronger beings, this one packed much more entertainment value.
All he had to do was press this big red button that laughed at him, tempting him to just press it─to release it onto the planet of Avarosia.
The Bunch Of Ridiculous Indestructible Souls, in short the BORIS procedure, would soon see its first battle. Not wanting to wait any longer, Albert slapped the red button with a big, fat grin on his face.
Sirens resounded and atop the prison a hole appeared, wide enough to fit a crowd of at least a 100 humans. In this hole, there was a gigantic cannon, a rifle aiming towards the sky.
In it gears rattled and an ominous violet substance rumbled heavily. Surrounding air was sucked in with heavy force, steam escaped through its cracks as it powered up.
The mechanic beast made out of pure metal groaned and ached under the immense force it generated. It was then that a criminal, really happy on happy pills, was walking confidently towards the gun.
With practised ease, he opened up a little shaft of the gun. As the man stood still, a green, a poisonous slime-like substance, escaped through the eyes, mouth, ears, nose…through every hole of the human body.
All flowing slowly towards the designated opening in the gun. After the mass had gathered on top of it, the prisoner collapsed─dead on the floor.
Its carrier had no longer been needed.
The shaft closed automatically, sucking the green liquid into the cannon.
It shook, the vibration shaking the very building itself, until it suddenly stopped, a low rumble was the only sound left.
BORIS was ready.
Before it a purple portal appeared, in the midst the smoking skies of Avarosia, its destination.
The beast of metal let out a roar shaking under its immense powers, with a piercing shriek the green substance was launched into the portal…
Moros' new 'friend' arrived in the skies of Avarosia.
And down it came, falling towards a lonesome figure currently roasting a goblin to crisps.
Moros met his new dear bosom friend with a weird expression on his face.
The weather forecast had never stated anything about a green liquid falling from the heavens, dripping onto the ground before him.
It certainly also did not tell him that the thick droplets would slither into an unsuspecting goblin, entering through its pores.
With a panicked face, it gave Moros a gaze filled with primal fear, before its consciousness slowly faded, making way for something different. BORIS was here for its final test.
The body of the goblin stood up, as if it was a puppeteered, it moved up. Bones cracked, muscles tore, skin was ripped off. Blood dripped and its whole skeleton was broken…rearranged to take on a better form.
Its spine turned bigger, the bones sturdier. The normal goblin transformed…its head now an entire length above Moros, its dead eyes staring down at its enemy.
Teeth clacked, the jaw rattled, displaced due to the sudden, unnatural growth spurt. A green tongue parted and regrew. Everything twitched and beneath its green skin…faces appeared.
It was an abomination on two wobbly, crooked legs, whose upper body was full of muscles but also filled with a field of scars that barely held this body together.
"Man, ma guy what the hell are you? Are you like, okay? Sheesh, with that kind of face, even I would pay you to go somewhere else."
Moros looked at the goblin? Whatever that thing should be called and had an expression of disgust etched onto his face. To him this abomination looked like a
Someone had badly sewn all the goblins he had ever killed into one whole gigantic piece of trash.
It had a face that only a mother with no arms, no eyes, no ears, no nose and no legs could love. The kind of kid that is an orphan because the parents preferred to throw themselves into an active volcano rather than raising it.
Not an ounce of danger emitted from its patched body as it wriggled its way slowly forward.
Moros made the suitable decision to just let the entity do the talking and punch that thing into the next life, if there was something like that for things as ugly as that.
"How very interesting. That such a thing is possible…Moros, this one is your fated friend, it is not my matter to interfere here."
"Do have fun and do not die on me─I still have need of you."
With that, Moros was given full control over his body again. He did not think all too much about the words of the entity, since they stopped making sense a long while back anyhow.
He simply took a step forward, twisted his hips and put his weight into the punch. The goblin? felt the fist decorate its face with his sweet passion and it fell forward into the ash with a heavy thud.
"Fated Friend, huh?" muttered Moros under his breath. There was nothing friendly about such a monster, maybe it was the most friendly to the eye with its body on the floor, lifeless.
Moros turned around, ready to walk towards the direction where more goblins waited.
This one could not even serve as an appetiser and yet its body moved up again. In its ugly face there was not a trace of damage. It appeared as if Moros had never hit it.
Did that punching bag not have enough of his fist yet? Moros decided to feed it some more─no mouth should go hungry when Moros was here to feed it these hands of his.
Not to be bothered he simply threw the same attack again.
…yet this thing put its right hand together to block Moros' fist with utter ease.
Still, with the spear in the other hand, Moros stabbed forward, the goblin caught off-guard by the sudden attack. Under a pained cry its body was charred.
It fell to the floor, its remains looking much better at the moment, when they had been just moments prior, when it was still alive.
This time Moros carefully watched the goblin. Can't have dead things run around again. Though, its body moved up again and the skin turned green in the blink of an eye.
The abomination was already healed, ready to fight another time.
Not interested in having to wait for it to make another dramatic entry, Moros stabbed forward, the spear was sidestepped and a punch was thrown again, blocked with ease again.
The creature gave Moros a knowing grin, it had understood Moros' attack pattern.
In response, a simple kick came towards the manhood of the thing before him. Under great pain it reeled forward, trying to find his most precious round things again.
With a simple hit on the top of the skull, Moros caved its head in, supposedly ending its life on the spot.
To no one's surprise, it rose from the dead up with no trace of any injury, perhaps its pride was injured as the next attempt of a kick landed squarely on its private parts. The goblin jumped backwards in pain, falling to the floor and rolled around it in sheer agony.
Moros could not blame him, getting kicked into that spot was a death sentence for any competent fighter. So, the little goblin here that refused to die was not exactly having the greatest time of its short life.
Stabbing his spear into the ground, he stared at the current eunuch at his feet.
The miracle healing came in time and the nut transplant had been done in a few seconds.
Everything was fine again in the world of this beautiful, ugly motherlover. Moros had given him a most important lesson free of charge: always keep your most prized possession tightly guarded.
The thing casually walked up to Moros and wanted to return the favour, a swift movement of its legs and a green foot was launched towards the zone.
Of course, the man in deep debt, did not take all too kindly to the return of the favour. With a not so friendly expression on his face, he grabbed its legs and pulled it forward, causing the creature to cry in pain as it did a perfect split on the ground─ripping all the muscles and sinew in its pelvis area.
As it hunched over in pain yet again, Moros pushed it over, took 3 steps back and ran forward again.
It was time to repeat the lesson and punt the balls into the stratosphere.
The impact resounded through the air, the 2 eggs were cracked yet again and a homerun was hit as the poor creature was flung several metres through the air, tightly clutching whatever remained of his pearls.
Moros hoped that this lesson proved to be enough this time. Kicking poor monsters in the crotch was certainly not a hobby of his, however, he did take a liking to it, seeing the monster suffer.
And, to no one surprise, the monster stood up again looking fresh like never before.
It did seem to be a bit mad at Moros, though he could not quite see why?
Moros could not see any trace of injury on its body, it must have just imagined its nuts being crushed 2 times now. His lips turned into a big smile…
"Now, are we not a little drama queen, Mr goblin that refuses to die?"