Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26998060-20190714132628/@comment-26892768-20190722013111

Risky Boots stumbles back, growling as she examines the damage. She still has the pistol, the boots, her own grappling hook, the Kraken Ball...which is not a lot, considering two of those weren't his to begin with, but he's still not at full power, so that's good.

Shantae stops a few feet away from the skeleton/ectoplasm lad and transforms back into human. She's...not sure what happened there, but in any case, he hasn't achieved full power yet, so that's good. In any case, she can take him from here; he hasn't seen any of her transformations, so she should be golden. Now, how to-

And then the guy is shot by a bright green ray from nowhere.

Shantae blinks, eyes widening in surprise. Risky's got no idea what's going on either. But before they have a chance to fully process that...

"Hey, Jolly Roger!" A rather cocky, young voice - teenager, maybe a bit younger than Shantae - with a spectral echo calls out, the person behind it fading into view. "Word of advice - if you don't want to deal with a hook for a hand, you might want to keep your hands to yourself."

Shantae, in spite of herself, gapes at this new arrival. He's dressed in some kind of hazmat suit, which is primarily black with white accents, and has a symbol on the front - a D with a solid black P in the middle. His hair matches the white accents of the hazmat suit, and his eyes seem to glow a toxic green.

He's also floating and glowing. There's also that.

With a smirk on his face, the guy flies down to the skeletal abomination's eye level, fists up and ready for a fight.

Cynthia would comment on the Archie thing, but she's a bit preoccupied with the issue of Garchomp being pulled up rather quickly. It is the lightest and smallest of the three Pokemon, after all.

"Johnny 13." He does a quick wave at Minato, and then asks, "Were you the one to put cash in the thing or something, then?"