Tearing up the City

"And here come our two stars," Funny said. I followed his gaze, and saw two figures flying towards us, buildings in the West End exploding in their wake. Obviously, this was Dio and Cars, but following them were three giant Das Boot submarines flying close together. They were sailing across the treetops, heedlessly smashing any buildings in their way, and firing a constant barrage of missiles. Boom boom boom boom! Exploding all around Dio, who wasn't making any particular effort to avoid or dodge them. Several missiles scored direct hits, and his body was momentarily blown apart, but it reassembled instantly, and Dio remained alive. Occasionally a missile would miss Dio and hit Cars, blowing him up, but he was back a moment later, too. This was hopeless, I thought. They'd never have a winner. Neither one could ever die, no matter how much damage they did to each other. And both of them had figured that out a long time ago, and I could hear their laughter on the wind. Bwa ha ha mwah ha ha. They seemed to be having the time of their lives, trashing the shit out of the city.