Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?

Location: The Arena...well, the airspace above it.

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[Will! You! Stop! Trying! To! Stomp! In! My! Face?!] Gumba snarled as he used a halberd-like [Taboo] to defend himself

[No, because this is karma!] Rail Horn roared in sync with his own internal engine as he kept air stomping on Gumba.

From the moment Rail Horn targeted Gumba, the unicorn-like kaijin had decided that right there and then that he was going to stomp in the fat fish's head.

Part of the reason for wanting to do so was because most of his power was located in his legs as opposed to elsewhere in his body, but that wasn't the main reason.

The main reason was because Gumba's methodology when it came to killing his victims and opponents was to ensnare them in sinking swamp-like ground before leisurely strolling up and stomping their heads in with his massive weight.

In other words, and partially influenced by the guy who gave him another go-around the racetrack, Rail Horn thought it would be appropriate to take out Gumba in the same way he checked out hundreds of thousands of other people.

Of course, that was a bit easier said than done.

Despite being a noticeably fat blob, Gumba was still an experienced warrior and able to defend themself to a respectable degree.

It wasn't until the two of them were floating directly above the mines' arena that Rail Horn figured that he should do something to change the battle's flow into his favor.

[Alright, time to change venues!] Rail Horn roared moments before his body released a burst of steam that was accompanied by a loud whistle. Accompanying this, Rail Horn lifted a leg over his head...

[Steam Hammer Kick!]

...then brought it down on Gumba's catfish face like a hammer being swung down on an overripe melon.

Unfortunately, the bastard's head didn't burst like one.

Gumba was, however, sent flying into the grounds of the arena.

It was the same arena that Gumba and his ilk had slaughtered hundreds for the sake of sadistic amusement.

This moment should've been a cathartic moment, shattering the ground with Gumba's fat ass, but that didn't happen.

Instead, much to Rail Horn's annoyance and confusion, Gumba had literally dove into the blood-soaked ground like it was water.

Rail Horn wasn't stupid; he understood that this discrepancy was due to Gumba's innate abilities and that if he decided to go down there in an attempt to continue the fight, he would be asking for trouble.

Gumba was a slow, fat fuck, but he was a slow, fat fuck that was able to make everyone around him even slower…and significantly more vulnerable to blows to the head.

That stated and observed, though, Rail Horn still decided to follow after Gumba.

After all, the chief said that this was a revenge match.

'And there's no way in this new life of mine am I going to let your ass go. Not without shoving my foot up it!' Rail Horn thought to himself as he descended to the arena floor.

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Location Change: The Arena floor

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Before fully touching down Rail Horn did a cursory tap of the ground below with his toes. Immediately, he could sense that the ground beneath him was soft, muddy, and that if he attempted to put his full weight down without the proper preparations, he would be trapped.

Thankfully, all he needed was a small bit of [Chaos] to steady his footing.

The fact that this little trick of his also rapidly dried and solidified the ground beneath him was a happy coincidence.

Once he was on the ground, though, Gumba struck.

[Got ya bitch!]

Popping out of the ground like a fish leaping out of a pond, Gumba swung his mallet-like [Taboo] at Rail Horn's backside, aiming to cripple the unicorn-like kaijin.

Unfortunatelu for Gumba, this was a really bad idea for one very important reason.

Unicorns are a type of a horse.

Faster than a whip and hitting three times as hard, Rail Horn launched a backwards kick that left a horseshoe shaped indent in Gumba's belly while sending the bastard back a couple dozen paces.

Due to a combination of the ground being muddy and his own kick being that powerful, though, Rail Horn had pushed himself forward that same amount of steps as well.

Both sides, however, simultaneously used powerful stomps to the ground in order to slow their momentum and get into fighting positions.

With one side looking like a hooded street fighter, Rail Horn, and the other looking like the fat enforcer for a crime family, Gumba, this match up looked like something out of a movie.

At this moment, the tension and bloodlust between them was getting thicker and thicker by the second, each side waiting for the other to make the first move.

[Well, what are you waiting for?] Rail Horn asked, his arms raised and legs coiled to strike. [Shouldn't you be wanting to stomp my head in by now?]

This wasn't a stupid question to ask, since he had been essentially dog walking Gumba from the first blow, and Dante's Kaijin were famously violent individuals.

Which is why Rail Horn was a little put off by Gumba's unusual calmness.

[Believe me, I do,] Gumba grumbled in response, [but there's something about you that's been bugging me this whole battle.]

[Oh?]

[Why do you feel so familiar?] Gumba asked while scratching his head with one hand, the other hiding behind him and channeling [Chaos].

[You're like a fishbone in the throat or a bad stomachache. I feel like I should know the reason and yet...nothing.]

[Oh, that?] Rail Horn asked in a mocking tone. [Well, I can't say I blame you since the chief gave me a brand new...everything. But maybe doing this, will refresh your memory.]

Pulling back his hoodie and tapping the side of his face with one hand, a surge of [Chaos] washed over Rail Horn before disappearing.

Gone was the unicorn-locomotive Kaijin, replaced by a handsome young man with fierce red eyes and boyish charms.

^Now do I look familiar?^ Rail Horn asked in perfectly fluent Scorch Talk.

It took Gumba a few seconds to process the information, but once he did, the fat catfish man's expression took a turn for the confused.

Hell, he was so confused, he forgot that he was preparing to unleash a surprise attack against the unicorn kaijin.

[You?! You're one of the Gallum Brothers! I smashed your head in like a squishy tomato. how the fuck are you alive?!] Gumba roared at the sight.

Gumba may have been a dumb motherfucker on a daily basis, but even he understood that death was supposed to be a one-way road. Especially when he was the one who had sent multiple victims down it.

Satisfied at seeing Gumba's shocked expression, Rail Horn changed back from human form to his kaijin form.

[I could give a long-winded speech about how I came crawling back from the dead to have my bloody vengeance against you. But since we're both kaijin, I can just skip all of that and tell you that the War Chief offered me and my brothers another run around the track in order to bring you, Dante, and this whole fucking mine down into the underworld.]

After making this declaration, Rail Horn replaced his hood before entering a runner's start pose and circulating [Chaos] so rapidly throughout his body that he began to release clouds of steam.

[And I'm going to start by smashing your head into the ground! Loco Locomotive Charge!]

Kicking off of the ground, Rail Horn blitzed Gumba with the ludicrous speed of a steam engine, aiming to tackle the catfish man and shattering his [Core] in the process.

Rail Horn knew that if he aimed for the weak point that he just created in the fat fuck, any blows he delivered against it would become internal damage as opposed to external.

[Oh no, you fucking don't!]

In response to this charge, Gumba stomped against the ground and caused the ground to churn and twist like a sea in a storm.

This wasn't the first time Gumba had to fight a speed-type opponent, and he knew that such warriors needed steady footing in order to not fuck up and mess up their ankles or crash into unexpected obstacles.

In his head, Rail Horn was just like those other motherfuckers.

Unfortunately for Gumba, he was wrong.

Despite the ground's sudden churning behavior, Rail Horn maintained steady acceleration and velocity as he charged at Gumba.

[Wait, what the fuck?!]

Confused by the sight, he tried to put his brain cells together to come up with a reason as to how Rail Horn's charge wasn't impeded.

It wasn't until Rail Horn was in punching distance that he realized the truth.

Rail Horn wasn't just running.

[Are those...minecart tracks?!]

[Railroads, actually,] Rail Horn answered. [Doesn't matter how fucked up the world around me gets, as long as I've got these tracks, I can even travel the open seas! But for now, I'll settle for your grave!]