Funko stood in front of the massive palace doors, staring at them.
"…Something feels off."
Ren crossed his arms beside him.
"…What?"
Funko looked around.
"…Where are the guards?"
Ren paused.
Then
"…Probably meal time."
Funko blinked.
"…Meal time?"
"Yeah," Ren said casually.
Funko looked back at the empty entrance.
"…Why would you need all the guards for meal time?"
Ren didn't answer right away.
"…Because of him."
Funko frowned.
"…That doesn't make any sense."
He glanced back at the door.
"…Isn't it kinda stupid to leave the front wide open?"
Ren sighed.
"…Razor's… on the bigger side."
Funko tilted his head.
"…He's fat?"
Ren immediately smacked the back of his head.
"…No, idiot. He's tall."
Funko rubbed his head.
"…Oh."
Ren looked at the doors.
"…You'll see once we get inside."
Funko nodded slowly.
"…Ah. Okay."
A short pause.
Then
Funko stepped forward.
Pulled his arm back.
And
BOOM.
His fist slammed into the massive iron doors.
The impact echoed across the entire palace.
The doors tore off their hinges and went flying inward, crashing across the stone floor.
Silence followed.
Funko lowered his arm.
"…That works."
Ren stared at the destroyed entrance.
"…Yeah."
They walked in.
The room was massive.
Way bigger than anything Funko had seen before.
Tall ceilings. Wide stone floors. Pillars lining both sides. It felt less like a room and more like an arena.
At the very end
A throne.
Huge.
And sitting on it
A giant.
Funko stopped.
"…What the hell…"
The man sitting there was enormous.
Easily around thirty meters tall.
Long brown hair flowed down his back. His body was massive, covered in a rough, viking like outfit. An axe rested near his throne, and beside it
A bazooka.
Dozens of guards rushed around him, hauling massive barrels of food on carts. Meat, bread, entire crates of supplies being pushed forward as fast as they could.
It was chaos.
All for one person.
The guards suddenly slowed.
Their eyes locked onto Funko and Ren.
Everything went quiet.
Then
The giant spoke.
"Who dares disturb my meal?"
His voice shook the room.
Funko looked up at him.
"…So that's Razor."
Razor's eyes narrowed.
He slowly stood up.
The ground trembled with each movement.
He reached down, grabbing his massive axe.
Then began walking forward.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Each one louder than the last.
"Why are you here… Ren?"
Ren didn't flinch.
Razor's gaze shifted to Funko.
"…And who is this?"
Funko stepped forward slightly.
"…Name's Funko."
Razor stopped a few meters away from them.
Towering over them.
"…You break into my palace. Interrupt my meal."
A pause.
"…And you think I will let you leave?"
Funko smirked.
"…I'm not here to leave."
Ren glanced at him.
Funko continued.
"…I'm here to beat you."
The guards around them tensed instantly.
Razor stared down at him.
Then
He laughed.
A deep, heavy laugh that echoed across the room.
"…You?"
Another step forward.
"…You think you can defeat me?"
Funko rolled his shoulder.
"…Yeah."
Razor tightened his grip on his axe.
"…Then come."
A short silence.
Funko looked up at him.
Then
He vanished.
A shockwave cracked the ground as he launched himself upward.
Straight toward Razor.
His fist pulled back.
"…Let's see what you've got."
BOOM.
His punch slammed directly into Razor's stomach.
The impact exploded through the room.
Razor's eyes widened slightly.
His body bent just a little from the force.
A deep grunt escaped him.
"…Ghh "
The ground beneath his feet cracked.
Dust filled the air.
But
He didn't fall.
Funko landed back on the ground, looking up.
Razor slowly straightened.
One hand pressed against his stomach.
Not defeated.
But hurt.
Razor's expression changed.
"…Interesting."
To Be Continued!