7th catches Franky charge

Franky almost wished he didn’t. Getting hit was awful. His new body couldn’t go limp to weaken the damage, his new skin was actually skin, he felt that impact all over. But he had a job to do. If he ever wanted to be lean, mean, and handsome again, he'd have to get over all of that and win this thing!

Franky lowered his head and charged Hale. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hall. And echoed... and echoed...

Franky realized he wasn't going anywhere. Hale had pressed one palm to the root of his trunk, and kept him running in place. Franky cursed his new eyes. That fat nose made his biggest blind spot right in front of him!

Before he could retreat, Hale reeled back and launched a fierce uppercut to Franky's skull. He was launched end over end, tumbling through the air until he crashed into the ceiling. Franky screamed as he plummeted to the earth.

Hale kicked off the ground to meet him. He clasped Franky's skull between his hands and dunked him face first into the stone.