7th punches Hale

Hale pushed off the ground and high into the air. His feet touched the ceiling and he lunged right at Frankys exposed undercarriage with fist extended. Franky grit his teeth and focused. Just because he was an elephant didn’t mean he wasn’t still Franky!

He twisted his body. Franky leaned just a bit to one side, enough to build up plenty of momentum to roll the other. But he wasn’t looking to get to his feet. “SUPER STRONG RIGHT!”

His front foot caught Hale out of the air and blasted him from one end of the chamber to the other. He hit the wall and bounced right back to his feet. Hale spit out a tooth and swiped his fist over his face.

“Blood… my blood?” He gave it a taste. “Sure is. You keep impressing, Franky!”

Franky’s newly invented super move had given him the force needed to roll onto his feet.