Miguel smirks as he dances around and beats up a bunch of more soldiers once he entered the Philippine Empire. "WHERE IS GABRIELLE!?!?" he roared. "WHERE'S GABZ!?!? TIME TO BITCH SLAP THE FUCKING BITCH OUTTA YOUSE!!!" Miguel spins and blasts a flaming fist of his Hell Hook into the last man's jaw. "Damn... Never knew Post-Apocalyptic World EVEN HAD a Phlippines..." He winds up his massive fist. "WHERE... IS... MORNING-!!?!?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!" yelled Panthera, meeting Miguel.
"CHRIS!?!?" asked Miguel.
"No, no! I'm Panthera! Hi! Hehe!"
"WHERE'S MORNINGSTAR!?!?"
"Oh, her? She's been... recently banished from this land..."
"Huh? Why?" asked Miguel.
"Beatle defeated her! You one of the reformed Antichrists or an actual Antichrist...? Because... We can tell you don't kill... Or really bad at it... Wow... Just... Wow."
"I don't kill. Can I please speak with this, 'Beatle'?"
"Uhm... The St. King? He doesn't have time for-?"
"I thought Prometheus was the St. King."
"No. He is a complete failure. Beatle is... Well... Beatle! He kinda saved this world by letting the Splooge Factories ALIVE!!!"
"Oh. Cool. Great! So, he's a good guy?" smiled Miguel.
"Uhm... Sure," said Panthera.
"YOU DID WHAT!?!?" asked Miguel.
"Can... Can you please not shout, uh... My weird alter of mine? Please?" asked Beatle, sitting proudly on his throne.
"You let her genocide MY ENTIRE RACE so you could save YOURS!?!?"
"For now, I just prolonged it. I will be taking action one day. But not today."
"WE HAVE TO STOP THIS, NOW!!! We can't just have my people MURKED BY HERS!!! Is this EVEN THE SAME AURORA!?!?"
"No. The Morningstar, Morningstar Prime-..."
"'PRIME!?!?'"
"Yes. Welcome to the Prime universe. Home of me. The St. King," said Beatle, crossing his legs on his throne.
"This place also seems colder. WHY is it colder!? Five years ago I had a mission in Murrica and specifically remember that I was just A-Okay there!"
"Seasons are much slower now that we're in the same orbit as Mars. Please leave. Mars?"
Mars nods and prepares his vambrace.
Miguel smiles and prepares a fighting stance. "You sure about this, bud?"
"My mutation gives me speed."
"I got Usog, bitch. Hell..."
Mars punches him away as Miguel rolls around midair and lands on his feet.
Miguel shouts. "FUCK these tiles are COLD!!!"
Mars throws consecutive punches at lightspeed, which Miguel manages to barely dodge by teleporting away.
He stops time and knocks Mars away, managing to break his legs. He smiles arrogantly before Beatle.
Beatle stands up and activates his eskrima sticks.
Beatle throws a heavy punch at Miguel but Miguel teleports away and punches him with a Hell Hook.
Beatle skips around, handspringing backward and doing somersaults and cartwheels to avoid Beatle's punches.
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Miguel lands one punch but his fist's bones break completely.
Beatle grabs Miguel and just throws him away.
Miguel detaches his arms and punches Beatle with them. Beatle, much slower, manages to break Miguel's knees backward and break them.
Miguel screams in horror and anguish as Beatle grabs his face and lifts him up.
"God damn fucking shit... I never realized how some Aswangs can be THIS annoying..."
"I ain't just any Aswang, BITCH!!! Beatle Bitch. Bitchle..."
"Fuck off, Ass-Wang."
"Shit. Joke's funnier..."
Beatle tosses Miguel into the wall which crashes down.
Beatle stomps toward Miguel.
"Fuckin'... 8-foot... FRICKERDOODOO!!!"
"Your insults emasculate you further," said Beatle.
"SHUT UP!!! Where's MY DAUGHTER!?!?"
Beatle stops. "I... do not know..." Beatle offers him his hand.
"Nuh-uh... I DID NOT just lose yet, asshole!!!"
"Fine..." Beatle takes out his blaster and blasts him in the face.
Later...
Miguel mumbles angrily as he is bandaged by Green Day.
Miguel smiles. "Hey... Uh... Thanks, Green Day."
"You're welcome. You sound a lot like Prometheus," said Green Day.
"Yep. He uh... Raised me."
"Ah. Makes sense."
"Yep."
"You mad you lost?"
"What!? HELL NAH!!! It opened my EYES!!! I am NOT the greatest hero out there! THAHAHAHAT'S AWESOME!!!"
"Whaaaat...?"
"Yeah! Now I get to train and get stronger!" smiled Miguel.
"That's... terrifyingly positive... Concerning, actually."
Miguel smiles and throws punches and kicks in the air. "Now, how do I find my daughter?"
"Uh... We don't... know... This has to be one of Aurora's plans again... Could you just like... wait...?"
"Nope! Gotta have it finished now! WOOO!!! C'mon, blud! Let's go find my daughter!"
"He's impulsive," said Green Day, whispering to Beatle.
"Reminds me of myself when I was... much, much younger than Pro," said Beatle, whispering to Green Day.
"He's so cute!" smiled Black.
"Keep it in your pants, woman. He's 19," said Beatle.
"C'mon!"
Gabrielle appears from the other room. "Hey, Daddy? Can we play?"
Miguel's eyes widen. "Whoa... You got... older..."
"No... I'm Beatle's daughter, hahaha!!! You can call me Gabby St. Princess!!!"
"That name's stupid. I like it," smirked Miguel. "Anyway. C'mon, Street King."
"Saint King," said Beatle.
"Whatever, Weavil."
"Beatle."
"Gesundheit, Weavil Street Kang."
"Shut up, Fake Prince," said Beatle. "We have a lead. This 'Tyrone' has a contact from Monopolia. His name is..."
Meanwhile...
"IT IS I... NEURO!!! THE GREATEST ROGUE OF THE ASWANG PRINCE!!! BLYEABLYABLYABLYABLYABLYA!!! WAHOO!!!"
Miguel teleports before him and reveals his four bone claws from his knuckles, pointing them at Neuro. "Where is my daughter?"
"Ooh! If it isn't mah fuckable duckable BITCH, THE ASWANG!!!"
"If it isn't the Chameleon Mutant bitch who's about to lose his eye..."
"NGGGGHHH!!!" yelled Neuro.
Beatle sighs. "Let go."
Miguel growls. "Fine... Here you go, Weavil!"
Beatle grabs Neuro.
"What?" asked Neuro, as Beatle shoots him in the foot.
"FUCK!!!" roared Neuro.
"Whoa! Dude!" yelled Miguel. "EASY!!!"
"They only talk if you don't bluff," said Beatle.
"YOU'RE BLUFFING!!!"
Beatle creates a bubble blade and cuts his jugular vein. "You have 30 minutes before I heal you."
Neuro shivers in horror and pain. He desperately grabs his own vein to not die. "Her name... is... Arachne..."
Beatle heals him and knocks him out with a single punch.
Miguel's eyes widen.
"Let's go," said Beatle. "Find this... 'Arachne.'"
Beatle walks out of the bar but Miguel follows after him.
Miguel speaks up while he tries to keep up pace with Beatle. "Wuh-wuh-wuh-wait! You could've killed him!!!"
"Yeah. So?"
"That's bad. Say you're sorry, jerk!"
"No. Lol."
"Dude. You literally fatally injured a guy who's as dangerous as a pinwheel used as a meat grinder."
"Good thing he's alive, then."
"Just saying, you look A LOT like Pro. You act like him, too."
Beatle stops. "I'm nothing... like him."
"Same methods."
"I believe that peace... autonomy... liberty... equality... respect... are the birthrights of all humans out there. He twisted it into a joke."
"You know Pro, huh?"
"I'm his Master. I taught him Usog."
"I thought you can't use Usog if you're a Mutant."
"Boy. You thought wrong."
"I was also told you can only use one Usog."
"For most, that's semi-true. Many can't handle the sheer energy of using more than one so Prometheus made that bullshit school course system of his."
"Prove it."
Beatle warps out several elements, from water, ice, fire, poison, blood, and various unknown elements to man themself.
"HOLY SHIT!!! So... I can control ice if I wanted?"
"Depends. How optimistic are ya?"
Later...
Beatle sighs and crosses his arms. "Again!"
Miguel prepares to try and use the Eyes of Ice by trying to blast a can by augmenting ice.
"COLD... SHOT!!!" roared Miguel, only for a fart to leave his palm. "Huh..."
Beatle sighs and fixes his goggles. "Faith isn't forced. It is achieved through one's belief in themself. Do you have... doubts?"
"My... daughter... told me she hates me..." said Miguel.
"Then believe to prove her wrong..." said Beatle. "Again."
Miguel nods. "Heh. You're technically my great-great grandpa, arentcha?" smiled Miguel.
"Uh huh. Whatever. Again."
Miguel smiles and nods, as he keeps on blasting farts from his palm. "COLD... SHOT!!! COLD SHOT!!! COLD..."
"Why do you keep screaming your techniques like that?" asked Beatle.
"We don't know either."
"You guys are copying Pro, aren't you?"
"Uh... Psh... Maybe..."
Beatle facepalms. "Just... keep doing what you're doing..."
"COLD... SHOT!!!" Miguel manages to shoot a very small shot of liquid nitrogen from his palm. "Holy SHIT!!!"
"Yeah. That was... cold..." said Beatle.
"HAHAHA!!! The Weavil DOES weave humor!!!" smiled Miguel.
"Thank you... Now, keep doing what you're doing."