STORYLINE: Raptor was down for the count. And Fist celebrated. But he had made the same mistake as last time; he had celebrated much too soon. Raptor was not dead, for he had used the Swap-Jutsu they had taught him in Ninja Training, to replace himself with a grave! In reality, he was flying above Fist's head- or, Fist's Knuckles, wearing the strongest Nuclear Protection Armor he could manage to find from his pack. And he dropped something. Ah. So that's what the armor was for. B O O M ! DEAD (again) And all that was left was Fist's ashes. Explosions really do kill dumbos. I guess Fist was one of them. "Looks like I win," Raptor said, pulling his Ski-Mask down, as it came loose during his Acrobatic Bombing while looking away. Cool guys never look at explosions.
I will never say 'Dumbo' again. Seriously, what kind of 8-year-old say 'Dumbo'? This battle is over! Fist was no match for Raptor's Jutsus XD Suddenly a deep voice came from nowhere. "Fist, you're embarrassing yourself." It seemed as if it were coming from all directions. "Just give it up and embrace the truth," It's suddenly so cold... "Fortnite always prevails." A... a gunshot? "For you are no match for the power," Lightning in a snowstorm? "Of Steven the Sphere and Kevin the Cube combined." Enveloped in the vast whiteness, all that could be seen was white and purple. "This is the end." (I am taking this WAY too seriously. XD)
