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To say Zane was beating the stuffing out of Dillon was an understatement as the fat dillo looked like a yellow, shapeless blob as he was pummeled wildly. It would have been a trivial task to just let him splat into the ground or fly out of bounds, but Zane continue to flex his muscles and pound him all over the place. It was hard to tell if Dillon was alright, but he was occasionally able to let out a guffaw or a derp noise showing he was at least alive.

For the spectators, it was either hard to watch or insanely entertaining. Snow couldn't watch and covered his eyes, though there wasn't much else to see but Obamon's cleavage through the glass. Obamon had abandoned declaring Dillon the victor and just waited patiently for Zane to get tired and end it.

After pummeling Dillon around the ring for several minutes he warped to the center of the field lightening fast and spiked Dillon straight up to the ceiling where he beat him to in the blink of an eye with an aura sphere well in hand. The luminous blue orb brightly lit the room a blue hue and simply screamed overkill on top of the rest of the overkill he had been inflicting on Dillon. "Time for the show stopper," grinned Zane as he connected the attack with Dillon. Nobody was certain it he wasn't just mass of flesh that Zane was beating around for fun. When the aura sphere exploded it sent the poor dillo plummeting to the earth like a meteor burning through the atmosphere with dinosaur-eradicating velocity. When he hit, the shockwave was enough to force even Obamon back a few steps. Dust blurred their view and they were forced to wait and see Dillon's fate as it slowly started to clear.

"Guess this must be the place," said Sharkfang looking at the chateau before him. "I haven't seen any other buildings in the area so this must be the Chateau of Cheese. Funny it doesn't smell like cheese, but my bear nose isn't as powerful as my old one. At least that should keep skunk Kill from debilitating me with his stink. Well here goes."

With a single arm pushing against the heavy from door he entered into the building. Right away, Sharkfang saw tons of statues, and plaques on the walls. The statues reminded him of Tagmer's fate, but upon closer inspection he found them all to have been stone from the start. Apparently, the place had been designed to celebrate the greatness of cheese immortalizing cheese makers, cheese eaters, and even rare cheeses in stone for posterity. It seemed silly to have a place like this in the middle of nowhere, but then again, there were tons of weird things about this world and he was certain they had only just scratched the surface. As he made his way further into the building he turned around abruptly at the entrance.

"For a second," he panted. "I thought there was something, uh, never mind. I just need to keep my cool."

Sharkfang's feet were the only sound as he proceeded through the chateau. He was only certain of his destination because the other doors were all locked. Down stairs he traveled, the wood turned to granite and made the place feel like a dungeon. Torches lit the way, though he never felt like he was entering into the underworld, more like a skunk burrow.

Finally, he opened up a final set of doors that led to an enormous hall that seemed to stretch on forever. If there wasn't walls section off the place she might have seen just how far it stretched, but that though went to the back of her mind as the door behind her vanished. He placed his arms on the wall checking to see if this was even possible, but a dark chuckle behind him alerted Sharkfang that he wasn't alone.

"I see you finally arrived," laughed Kill. "I guess you have guts. Did it come with that new bear suit? Anyway, consider that an extra challenge if you can somehow get past me. Can you make your way up several hundred feet or stone back to the surface or will you be forced to remain down here forever? But you won't be alone of course. At least you'll have your friend here."

"Tagmer?" replied Sharkfang seeing his friend in stone amid a bunch of other statues. He rushed to see if his friend was still completely intact, but a cloud of deadly stink blocked his path.

"You still have to contend with me, and so long as I live, he will remain that way. You better pray he doesn't get broken in our fight either or he'll die the second he is revived. After all, a body wouldn't do very well without a head attached to it."

"As sadistic as ever," growled Sharkfang. "I figured you'd pull some stuff like this but it means nothing to me because I'm not leaving till you are only recognizable as a pincushion."

"Bold talk from someone who couldn't reach my body past my smell barrier," he taunted. "And even if you are stronger, it means nothing if your arrows can't touch me."

"They can do more than that," claimed Sharkfang, readying his crossbow and taking fire straight at Kill. He sent a single arrow flowing and Kill just stood there, expecting nothing to happen. However, the arrow didn't dissolve from the odors as it did before. Instead it kept flying true, right at Kill, though it only pierced a hole through his right ear and kept going. "Bull's eye or in this case, skunk's ear."

"You aim will need some work," snarled Killajor gripping at his ear as it stung from getting a new earring hole in it. "In case you flunked biology, an ear isn't a vital spot on anyone."

"True," he agreed. "But that was the only spot I could hit on you without having to pass through your smell barrier. If I had to guess, you wanted to choose a place like this so there would be no chance of wind to create big holes in your odor. However, it is going to work against you now because my new body gives me more than greater strength and speed. My vision is a lot sharper and I can more than ever. I can even see the holes in your shield and that means this battle is going to end in my win."

"That still remains to be seen," shouted Kill. "I'll fill this whole room with my foulness so there are no holes. You will regret this hole in my ear with your final breath of clean air!"

As Kill moved in on the offensive, it was clear his intention was to trap Sharkfang in his stench as it exuded from his being. It seemed to grow ranker with his anger as it stained the ground a murky brown green and caused the stone to crack and decay. While Sharkfang attempted to aim he found his holes were moving around too much for him to lock on.

"I rattled him," thought Sharkfang with a grin at that personal victory. "He's being more cautious, but more aggressive too. I was hoping for a chance at a little strategy and it will make this victory all the sweeter."

"Why are you just standing there?" taunted Kill running at him at full speed. "Was that little targeting trick all you managed to come up with?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," retorted Sharkfang as he pressed a button on his crossbow and a band attached to his arm and began absorbing his magical energy, charging the arrow loaded to fire.

"Preparing a powerful attack," commented Kill as he came within range of Sharkfang and attempted to capture him in the smell zone. "Even that won't get past my defense."

"We'll see about that," Sharkfang countered as he moved quickly on his feet to keep his distance. It was a lot harder than it appeared, as prolonging the battle only allowed Kill to box Sharkfang in more as his lingering odor created walls around him and reduced his safety zone. Before long, Kill had cut off Sharkfang's escape from all directions and just needed to fill in the gap to end him once and for all.

"I'd say it was a good attempt," snickered Killajor feeling very cocky and boastful with certain victory right in front of him. "You even transformed and beefed up your stats pretty much every aspect and you still lost. Well all, except for brains because coming here for your doom is easily the stupidest thing you've ever done."

"And wasting time with your hubris is yours," stated Sharkfang plucking the two Lugia feathers from his cloak and held them up in the air. "But who told you those were the only things that changed since you last saw me. I've made a couple friends too."

The duo feathers glowed bright light and a beam of light shot into the sky above the toxic smell. Kill paused to stare up as two bird-like figures swirled around one another in the light. As it faded, a pair of Lugia appeared, Vic and Ivy. As they took in their surroundings they covered their noses in response to the awful smell.

"Told you he'd summon us for help in less than a day to save his butt," gagged Vic covering his nose. "But where are we anyway? Smells like a manure field in the middle of a dump in a gas station restroom at low tide."

"It is bad, but not as bad as your feet," joked Ivy.

"If you two are done and ready to focus," interrupted Sharkfang. "I need a quick favor. Create a powerful gust of wind to dissipate all the smell in here."

"You needed us for that?" groaned Vic. "Couldn't you just use some wind magic yourself or maybe use a big fan."

"Quit complaining, Vic," said Ivy. "We promised to help him out and this is legit helping."

"Fighting with him is one thing," argued Vic. "But this is such a waste of our power. We could just defeat this guy for him, but he just gives us the order to fan them."

"Vic," stated Ivy in a tone. "Don't be difficult."

"Fine," agreed Vic. "But I still don't like it."

Together the two of them flapped their wings in unison creating an exponentially more powerful wind that blasted throughout the entire hall. As they continued they made quick work of the smell and prevented Kill from being able to generate any more stink long enough for it to be any use. The wind was so powerful it was even too powerful for Sharkfang or Kill to move without getting caught in the wind.

"Congrats," mocked Kill. "You cleared the air, but now we're at a stalemate. Neither of us can do anything in this situation."

"I have to disagree," counted Sharkfang as he aimed his fully charged arrow at Kill.

"I might now have my shield, but the wind will keep it from reaching me as well," he explained.

"Did you already forget about my improved targeting?" asked Sharkfang. "It doesn't just let me find holes in your stink. I can read the wind too."

With that being said, Sharkfang changed the trajectory of his crossbow away from Kill and fired. The arrow fired out coated in his magic. It took the form of a glowing bear he that roared fiercely as it rode the wind all around the room. They all watched in amazement as it looped and curved all over the place and finally flew straight at Kill. With no defense against it, he took the full blast, making his body disintegrate.

"Flawless victory," declared Sharkfang as he watched skunk Kill finally vanish from his sight and reduce the population of Kills down to three. "And that also means that Tagmer is going to return to normal. Looks like the tide is on our side now."

"Only if you don't include me," stated a voice in the distance. Sharkfang and the two Lugias looked and saw it was Koopa Kill and he was right beside a bunch of statues in the room including Tagmer.

"So you were the one who was following me when I got here," accused Sharkfang. "I knew I didn't imagine that. So are you here to finish me while I'm weak? Well sorry to disappoint you, but I'm hardly tired from that fight."

"Don't play dumb," bellowed Kill. "You used up a lot of magic in that one attack and I'm sure it took a bit of magic to summon those two canaries."

"Who you calling a canary, stupid mutant gecko?" shouted Vic.

"Watch your temper," said Ivy calmly. "Don't let him bait you."

"Actually, you are more like a pair of pigeons the way you stupidly follow Sharkfang's orders like that."

"What did you call us, screeched Ivy. "That's it! You're dead."

Together, Ivy and Vic fired a dual blast of hyper beams at Kill. The force was tremendous and made the whole ground quake and fill the air with dust and debris. Ivy and Vic gently floated to the ground, having exhausted a lot of their power from the attack and reverted to their human forms.

"I think that was a bit overkill," commented Sharkfang.

"It could have been," snickered Kill. "If it had been anyone else." As the dust cleared there was a huge crater left from their attack. At first it didn't look like anything could have survived, but they spotted Kill's koopa shell and suddenly he emerged from it uninjured. "Nice try, but my shell prevents me from suffering one shot knock outs and by the look of things you tired yourselves out too."

"I'm still itching to go," countered Sharkfang and if that's the case I'll just have to chip your life away bit by bit."

"We'll just have to see about that," said Kill. "But will you be able to concentrate? After all, I wasn't the only one caught in that blast zone."

Hearing those words filled Sharkfang with dread. He looked and the spot where Tagmer was place at was well within the crater. He rushed to see what the extent of the damage was. Tagmer was in piece and even worse, he was mixed in with a bunch of other broken statues. "It can't end like this," he cried. "I won and this had to happen?"

"There's still a little time left," snickered Kill. "Just fix him before he reverts to normal. There should be a little time left of course, you'd have to deal with me at the same time."

"Vic, Ivy, you take care of Tagmer and put him back together," he ordered. "I'll handle this mutant lizard myself."

"Wouldn't you be better at this job?" asked Ivy.

"You two still need to recover for now," he explained. "Besides, these Kills are our enemies to defeat." Kill ran off, luring Sharkfang away from his friends and he gave chase.

"But we don't even know what he originally looked like!" added Vic. "How are we supposed to fix him?" However, he was too late as Sharkfang was too focused on his fight to hear him. With no other option, Ivy and Vic began their work to fix Tagmer.

As the smoke cleared Obamon and the others watched eager to see Dillon's fate. When the first signs of his big, fat, obese, yellow self they were amazed his was still in one piece and liquefied after Zane pureed him. His eyes rolled around in his head till he awoke from his daze and got back up.

"Are you alright?" asked Logan as he helped him up. "No broken bones or bruised organs or anything."

"Actually I think I'm going to be alright," he answered before he found himself getting lifted into the air magically and brought over a bottle. "Then again, I could be wrong."

Dillon was forcibly pushed into the tiny bottle his fat body slowly drooping in. Across his face, he made the weirdest expression of his life as he was being forced into it without being shrunk first. The others stared at the most bizarre sight they had ever seen. Bit by bit he was pulled inside and nobody could figure how the bottle could hold him or allow his bones to get through the small opening, but soon enough his whole butt was inside, followed by his legs. After that, his gut wiggled its way in followed by one moob at a time. Then his arms were pulled in followed by a series of chins. When it seemed like his head was going to be next, he suddenly found himself only stuck partway in the bottle.

"That's certainly not the most comfortable sight I've ever seen," commented Hector looking at Dillon's big fat head on top of the tiny bottle.

"What's going on?" asked Snow from under Obamon's breasts.

"I just won the fight," Zane answered simplistically.

"Won?" asked Logan. "That was one of the most brutal beatings I've ever seen. Freaking flawless victory and you don't experience one of those too often."

"Well I guess that means we win," commented Silvermane. "So what prize does our team get?"

"Prize?" asked Obamon. "True you were on two different teams, but only the individuals who won get a prize. And don't forget the losers get a bit of punishment."

"I forgot about that," whimpered Snow. "What are you going to do to us?"

"We'll get to that, but for the winners," added Obamon. "There are some fresh baked cakes in the dining room with your names on it. I'll be in with you shortly once I take care of these three."

She led them all out of the sumo room and while she sent Logan, Hector, and Zane to the dining room she went to her closet where she kept her magic adventure novel. Carefully, she placed the three of them on a table. Despite remaining in her normal form, they could feel a chill down their spines as if something bigger and darker was looming over them and there was no escape for them.

"Is everyone ready for a little fun," chuckled Obamon though her words and laugh were strangely creepy and the dim lighting made her appear more sinister.

"What does that mean?" whimpered Snow.

"And do we have to stay in this bottles for it?" continued Dillon. "I can't smell my feet in here and I think it is cutting off the circulation to my head, but I might be imagining it. Did Obamon always have lobster claws?"

"Oh, such a silly dillo," cooed Obamon pinching his cheeks.

"You mentioned fun," said Silvermane. "What does that entail?"

"Just a little game is all," she explained. "There are three fates that await you and each gets one. One will lead you into a great adventure and another will let you go free. As for the last," Obamon pause a moment to wipe some saliva from her maw. "Excuse me. All I'll tell you about that one is that you'll get to know me a bit more intimately." The three of them looked at one another then back at Obamon who was still drooling like crazy as it poured down her chin and dripped to the floor and on her apron. The first two options sounded a whole lot better than the last. Obamon took three ball containers from her apron and placed them on the table. "Now you all need to pick one and let fate decide."

The battle between Sharkfang and Koopa Kill raged on as arrows flew at the fiendish villain. He didn't have a magic barrier like the rat incarnation had, but he more than made up for that with his thick skin. The arrows cut into him only to the end of the head and with his fat body it kept them from suffering any serious damage. Worse still, was his ability to negate any ultra powerful attacks. To make things even worse, nothing Sharkfang did even slowed him down. It was like trying to hold back a locomotive with your bare hands; doing so would only get you killed if you don't move.

"What happened to all your confidence from earlier?" taunted Kill. "At this rate you'll need a million more arrows piercing my body to even hurt me a little and I doubt you have nearly that many."

"I have enough," lied Sharkfang not sure of his arrow count, but was certain it was pretty low after firing as much as he did. If he didn't shoot he'd never whittle his strength away and beat him. On the other hand, he was able to fire his arrows a lot faster with the crossbow, but it also meant he was running quicker than before.

"Why don't you just eat it," growled Sharkfang. He grabbed a bomb stashed in his cloak and placed it on a slot in the crossbow. When he fired an arrow the bomb flew with it straight at Kill. As the explosive projectile ignited it sent Kill tumbling backwards.

"Not bad," admitted Kill as he got back on his feet only a few scratches on his body. "But you're going to need more than just tricks to beat me. I knew coming after you now was the perfect plan."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he growled.

"With Tagmer petrified I figured if I could play my cards right I could present you both to my master. Originally, I was going to defeat you at the entrance and then take out Skunk Kill to get Tagmer, but seeing you transformed I figured it would be less work to let you defeat him and only have to fight you and you know what, I was right."

"I haven't lost yet," counted Sharkfang. "Let's see you handle this." With that Sharkfang fired arrows at Kill with reckless abandonment occasionally dropping in some bombs. He didn't stop until he had a single arrow remaining and charged it up with magic like before. As the dust cleared around him Kill was covered in injuries from all the attacks and enough arrows it was a mystery he was still alive.

"Come on," taunted Kill. "I can take it." He drew a target with his finger across this chest. "Give me your best shot."

"With pleasure," said Sharkfang as he continued to charge.

"I don't think this is right," stated Ivy. "We definitely used too many pieces."

"Well, we only saw him for a few seconds before we broke him," agreed Vic. "But I doubt if that's going to make a big difference."

"Now a big difference?" cried Ivy. "He's got a second set of feet on him."

"Well I was having fun putting him together," he explained. "And, well, one thing led to another and I got a bit carried away and made this. I'm sure he won't mind."

"Won't mind?" replied Ivy. "You went and made him into some weird horse dragon thing. I don't think there's even a term for that."

"I believe that's called a centaur," answered Vic.

"No that's a horse bottom and a human top."

"A minotaur?"

"That's an anthromorphic bull thing."

As they continued to discuss, the metrification on Tagmer wore off as scales took the place of the stone piece by piece. The cracks mended themselves as his body regained flesh, bone and blood. The parts that were not of his body mended to fit and became part of him as well. Finally, when his head was revived he regained his consciousness and stretched from awakening from his stone sleep. Immediately, he realized not everything was normal as he looked at himself. "What happened to me?" he asked.

"He's awake!" exclaimed Ivy backing away from him. Seeing his body in flesh was a lot more intimidating than in stone.

"What happened?" asked Tag again growing impatient. "And who are you two?"

"Uh, you level up and evolved into a cow or something," lied Vic. He prayed for something to change the topic and a series of explosions gave him the perfect opportunity as Sharkfang unleashed his barrage at Kill. "But we can chat later. Your friend is fighting some strong koopa guy and could really use your help."

"Good enough for me," replied Tagmer. "But it should be obvious that I'm a dragotaur and if you call me that again will be way too many pieces to be able to put you back together." His footsteps were like thunder as he charged forward with incredible speed making the ground quake.

As Sharkfang got fully charged he let his final attack go as the beast head emerged and swallowed Kill. He magic was already drained a bit from the last time he used it so keeping the power below a one hit kill was easy. All that remained was to make sure Kill didn't get up after this, but all he could do was pray.

As the attack hit the wall and faded, Sharkfang fell to his knees, exhausted and out of ammo. When he saw Kill he was on the ground and looked down for the count, though his body had yet to vanish. Then Sharkfang saw his body begin to disintegrate into purple smoke like the Kill's before him.

"It is finally over," he panted.

It sure seemed like that, but weakly, Kill grabbed a vile of green liquid from in his shell and drank it down. Right away, his body returned to normal and his injuries healed almost as fast. Sharkfang could only watch in horror as all the work he did was undone.

"Got to love those Mega Potions," laughed Kill.

"I call foul on that," argued Sharkfang.

"You didn't think I'd be dumb enough to take on you and Kill without something like that up my sleeve did you? Though I've got to admit, that was close enough to scare me a bit, but it just means I can finish you at my leisure. You have a lot of skill and determination, but it means nothing to someone like me. I'm bigger than you and stronger than you. Basically I'm raw power and you're dead meat. He walked over to Sharkfang to tower over him before he finished him off. Sharkfang didn't think he had the strength to move. It was all over for him. "Any last words?"

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

"Weird last words," stated Kill.

"I didn't say that," said Sharkfang.

"I did," answered Tagmer from behind Kill. As Kill turned to look he found himself staring at him at eye level while the old Tagmer was a head below him. In his new state his arms and legs were twice as thick, bulging with a mixture of fat and muscle. He had a pair of stomachs now that were only half as big as his original was. His thick blue hair was longer now, draped down his back. His tail was longer and thicker as well, a lethal weapon in its own right. All over his body, on his arms, legs, back, and chest he had on thick body armor that probably weighed as much as Tagmer did yet he carried with not an ounce of strain. He also had a pair of dual swords that could convert into weapons like his old one did, but he didn't seem interested in using them yet. He seemed more intent on fighting with his bare fists; all four of them as he rose up on his hind legs and towered over Kill now. "Or better yet, how about somebody even bigger."

From Sharkfang's point of view Kill was the tallest building in the world, but Tagmer was the tallest mountain and he was certain that Kill was thinking that too. He was shaking frightfully trying to get up the nerve to say something. He also wished he had another Mega Potion in his shell.

"How did you put it?" asked Tagmer. "Oh, yeah. I'm bigger than you and I'm stronger than you. Basically I'm raw power and you're dead meat."

"Hell no," whimpered Kill.

"Hell yes," snickered Tagmer as he crossed his upper arms and punched his fist into the other hand with his lower arms.