Little Mac feats pog

The dragon snorted a puff of smoke and looked down at the approaching challenger. It was already bigger than anyone in the room, but standing next to Mac, it looked gargantuan. A true goliath. Mac didn’t even come up to his shoulders.

It chuckled and crossed its arms. “What the fuck is this? Seriously? You trying to get stepped on or what?”

Mac raised his fists and began to bounce on his toes.

“Yeah, whatever. How about you just die already.”

The dragon swung, claws out ready to tear flesh. Robin winced back, for a second it looked like Mac wouldn’t move in time.

It turned out that Mac could just move a lot faster than Robin thought. In the next instant, Mac slid underneath the dragon’s outstretched arm and peppered his side with punched. Two to the shoulder, one across the cheek, which Mac had to lean all the way up on his tiptoes to reach. As he punched, and Robin had trouble even recognizing this was happening, he was moving around the dragon. Toward his front and around the other side. So that when the dragon, disoriented and confused, swiped with its other arm, Mac could dip under that one just as easily.

Mac hit the dragon in its knee, its limping knee. It roared, swiped a claw across, looking to tear Mac’s head from his body. Mac ducked, it sailed clean over his head, and before the swing had even fully followed through, Mac was hitting the dragon’s face. Two punches, one for each cheek. The dragon reared back and swung both claws in, trying to box Mac into an area and scoop him up the way he did Sheik. Mac effortlessly ducked it again, his smaller frame making it a pain for the dragon to even get on his level. Mac ran up the dragon’s body, starting from the gut and moving towards the head, with at least a dozen punches.

The dragon stumbled back a few paces. He glared at Mac in a way to suggest that his patience was running thin more than his energy. He took in a deep breath through his nose, smoke already rising from his nostrils. He leaned forward, head stuck out, aimed squarely at Mac, and opened his maw wide.

And then Mac shut it again with an uppercut. The dragon’s head shot straight up, and flame poured in twin streams from his nostrils into the cave ceiling. The cave rumbled and shook. Rock broke off, partially slagged partially torn, and crashed down onto the dragon. Not enough for a cave in, that was Robin’s first worry, but enough that the dragon was pelted, nearly buried, and collapsed forward onto its stomach. Its eyes, heavy-lidded and only barely kept open, went fuzzy and unfocused.

The entire encounter was over in seconds.

- Chapter 15