丅⊘dልy y⊘u' ᷞL _ ᷞeልRN 丅hል丅 🅕🅡🅔🅔🅓🅞🅜-⇝ by BeppBep

This is the "wʀonɢ ᴹ°ⱽᴱ: "off with their he⫽adᵎ!ᵎ"→" replacement. Enjoy.
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The first few attacks are basic slashes. Imagine that one unused RK attack.

[Krazman]: You know, those old reports only showed us those rocks in your species. "Bones" as you call them. I expected you have less tissue and more mobility.

[Felter]: Ah, cut me some slack. I'm old.

[Krazman]: And I'm new. I'm perfect. If your soul can see, it will. It will see how perfect I am. Your goals will never be met in such a withered body. Look at me and tell me that your soul's purpose won't be met.

[Felter]: It's goal is the same as mine, cause it is mine.

[Krazman]: My founding fathers say the opposite. I believe trained professionals would know more about souls than some... bloated, dementia ridden husk.

[Felter]: I'm only 68, I got time.

[Krazman]: You weren't saying that earlier.

This part of the fight is where its revealed that most things in the area are whatever species Krazman is, but they were badly disguised. The only reason Felter couldn't tell was because it's freshly morning and it was still dark.

THE CACTUS IS APPROACHING!!!

The next few attacks are themed around everything being a badly disguised mimic.

[Felter]: Ah, this must be your family.

[Krazman]: NO! These are my pets. These THINGS are barely sentient, let alone sapient! My real family is... never mind that, I got work to do!

[Glorp??!]

Yes, the text box's are diegetic cardboard cutouts and being carried by Kraz's Men.

Kraz's Men begin to go on strike.

THE CACTUS IS APPROACHING!!!

[MeanieHead]: You see what you've done, old man! My men, gone! All I'm left with is... is my special attack!

[MeaniHed]: DETACHABLE LIMBS!!!

These are desperation attacks where their arms and head enter the battle box and stretch and jump around and stuff.

[ManieHead]: Don't look so blue! An old man like yourself should accept you fate as-

The house in the background roars.

[MenieHead]: Don't tell me you're on strike too...

There is then a Fullscreen attack where the big house attempts to eat both Felter and Krazman, and they use each other's powers to avoid said gettingeatery.

[Yummmy old man]: Are you going to give up. Cause I ain't tired one bit, you're sweating like a dog, and that cactus is getting really close.

[MeanieHeadd]: Me and surrender are antonyms, Old man! My men are gone... so there is no one to steal food for me. I'll have to find employment now to survive! I'll have to be a normal person... unless I nab that soul!

[MeanieHeAd]: ITS OVER!

Krazman launches their head at Felter with all their might... but the cactus kicks it, launching it a city away.

[Scoccerball]: CURSE YOU OLD MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAn-

Felter high fives the cactus for saving him, but he gets thorns in his hand and the cactus runs away like the coward it is. It wasn't even one of Kraz's Men, its just a cactus guy.

The old man speaks up normally for the first time in an hour. That was weird. He says, patting the sand off his overalls.
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Sorry this took so long, art still isn't my strong suit.

If you have any questions, ask away! (BTW all the music except the big shot are either finished or near finished, the art is just a MAJOR problem.)