7th coup de jumbo

Franky looked up at him. “Uhaha! Foresight Beam!”

One of the wrinkles in Franky’s forehead opened to reveal a third eye. One that hummed with power before Franky fired a beam right into Hale’s chest. Hale tumbled through the sky. He tucked his body in tight to control his landing. With that distance and height, he could have easily landed on his feet and threw himself back into the brawl.

But Franky would not allow this. His knees twisted around. His entire body leaned back. His ears flattened against his head as steam billowed out of them. “Coup de Jumbo!”

He crossed the room in an instant. Hale, only inches from the ground, caught the full brunt of his charge. With his body so tightly compacted, he could not disperse the impact. Instead he was carried through the air by it. He hit the far wall of the room with a horrific crunch.

Franky skid to a stop. Hale slid down the wall till he was sat right on the floor, his hat over his eyes. But he was still breathing. He raised up his hands and crossed them into a T shape. “Alright, alright, calm down, will you? That’s as good a workout as I’m gonna get.”

Hale used the wall to prop himself up, and then went to work popping his dislocated bones back into place. By Franky’s count, both elbows, most of his fingers, one of his knees, his entire spine, and his skull had been shaken loose. If he didn’t look so damn happy, he’d have felt bad about it.

Hale bounced on his feet and shook out his aches. “You can turn back into the guy I arm wrestled back at the bar. I’m not gonna go after you again. You have my word as a CEO. Better, you have my word as an Australian. No, even more, it’s a Mann’s promise!” He held up the detonator and crushed it in his hand. “See?”