Minnie shoved a bunch of broken wood and flayed thatch off her. She sat up, and glanced about. She checked her torso, and beamed at her new shell's durability.
"Great! I'm safe! Now, where did that potenta I saved...go..." Minnie moved, and felt a soft bedding below her. She peered down and saw that her shell had landed right on the potenta's throat. They were turning purple from suffocation.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Minnie mini-panicked and hopped up. The potenta rapidly gasped and screamed. Minnie turned to administer aid, but a billie blew up behind her. Minnie tumbled and her shell smashed into the potenta's trachea.
This immediately killed the potenta. Minnie, blue in the face and stunned, gave a feeble, "...shit."
Minnie laid some of the nearby debris on the deceased potenta and then ran away.
At that moment, pixels accumulated next to Gamer, and Asterion returned. He spoke as he loaded in, too focused on making a point than his environment.
"Alright, Gamer, I only have a few things to – Jesus Christ!!" Asterion ducked just in time as a billie shot straight at him. The missile person exploded at the shoreline, sending turtle willies and boobies flying. Asterion, on the ground with Gamer, gasped, "What the hell is happening?"
"Bob did it!" Gamer blamed. His sister (ㆆ_ㆆ)
Persica pushed herself up and glanced around the chaos. Qammy yanked her head free and tumbled onto her butt. They locked eyes, and then eyeballed the scepter. They raced to grab it, but before Persica could put her hands on it, a large object swooped down from above and snatched her up.
Minnie rushed up to Gamer and Asterion, and the trio looked skyward, shocked at what nabbed the princess. A floating chariot in the shape of a rounded clown's face, flew around with a propeller underneath. A mechanical arm extended out of the side of the hovercraft and latched onto Persica. The arm retracted inside with the princess in tow. Afterwards, a creature as large as the chariot emerged from the top.
Gamer recognized it as a shellie, but taller and wider than Asterion. What distinguished it other than its size was the spikes on its shell, horns that framed a red, slicked back mohawk, and its face more closely resembled a dragon rather than a turtle. The dude was muscular, with spiky bands wrapped around his bulging arm muscles.
"It's Lord Shellie..." Minnie stared in awe.
"The final boss finally shows up," Gamer stared at the piñata of points.
"Lord Shellie!" Qammy recovered her scepter and broom, and then flew up next to the chariot. She huffed and puffed, and started to complain, "These mongrels arrived and started to wreck the place. Everybody is in a tizzy because of that man!"
Lord Shellie acknowledged Gamer. The irises of his draconic eyes burned like embers. Gamer greeted, "What's up, king?"
Lord Shellie slowly glanced over at Qammy. His voice sounded like he gargled gravel, "I heard what you said about my beloved. Something about her and swimming."
"Eh...oh, well, that was the heat of the moment! I mean, let's be honest here, she is second-class compared to you. I mean, let's get a grip. You don't belo..." Qammy was silenced as Lord Shellie snapped a hand out and choked the shellie mage. She crowed and gagged, "Less grip! Less grip!"
"Nobody. Denounces. Persica," Lord Shellie warned. He released Qammy and she twirled away on her broom. She hacked and gasped for air, and her lord instructed, "Return to your sisters. We'll go over the punishment for all your failures."
Qammy whimpered and floated away. She shot Gamer and the group one more glare, and signed off with a tongue flap and fart noise.
"You defeated Cammy, you outmaneuvered Kammy, and overpowered Qammy," Lord Shellie sneered. "You are quite formidable, Gamer. I'm impressed somebody could kill that damn plumber. I've spent a lot of coins and plenty of underlings trying to dispose of him."
"Hey, no problem. I'm a people pleaser," Gamer stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets.
"And, like the plumber, an agent of destruction," Lord Shellie analyzed Sunshine Resort. Flames ate away the hay rooftops, craters disrupted the resort's pathways, and his denizens were long gone, "Persica does not deserve to be in the presence of such barbaric peasants. I will relinquish her from you, as a show of kindness."
"No can do," Gamer grinned. "She's my ticket to the stars. Where she goes, I go."
Persica rose up out of the chariot next to Lord Shellie. She was half the dude's size. She put her hands on his forearm, "Pookie bear, stay your hand. We wish to negotiate."
Lord Shellie wrapped an arm around Persica and pulled her into his side. She immediately melted into his mass with a giddy smile. Lord Shellie responded, "I need naught but you, cupcake. Once we return to the fortress and get married, nothing in this land will stop our conquest! The power of the stars will be ours! All shall kneel before King and Queen Shellie!"
"Your conquest will kill...married?!" Persica gasped. The word hit her like a memory-erasing stamp.
"Of course. With Marco out of the picture, and these peons left behind, we can finally tie the knot, and I can make you mine."
"I do!" Persica tossed aside all pretense.
"She's fucking hopeless!" Gamer and Asterion facepalmed.
"You're invited to the wedding, Gamer. Conquer my land, penetrate my impenetrable fortress, and meet me face-to-face again if you want to reclaim the princess," Lord Shellie's chariot began to fly away.
"Why wait?" Gamer pulled out his broom and soared at the final boss. Minnie used her wings to join his side.
Lord Shellie leaned out of the chariot and breathed in deeply. He released his breath, along with a cone of blazing fire. He was a dragon!
Gamer jerked the broom aside, and Minnie adjusted to block the flames with her shell. Though she saved Gamer, Lord Shellie's breath caught the broom's bristles and Minnie's wings on fire. It messed with their flight like a jet engine going out. Gamer and Minnie nosedived towards the sand. Asterion estimated where they'd land, and positioned himself just right to catch Minnie. Gamer shrugged at him, offended, before crashing into the sand.
"Better luck next time, Gamer," Lord Shellie bellowed out a villain's laugh. He maintained the laugh, and his swooned damsel, as the chariot fluttered away.
Lord Shellie successfully kidnapped the princess.