[Face going from white to red in seconds, Guzma clenches his fists so hard his knuckles actually pop slightly. Ohoho...hoho, boy. Boys. Boys, you are in over your heads. He snorts like a bull, and it's the sudden blare of a new song that has Guzma grab the collar of Karamatsu's shirt and heave both him and his brother off the ground when he stands up suddenly. Mind no longer following to the beat of any music, but the screeching pandemonium of blood rushing through his ears from the fury that's fallen over him, Guzma flings both males decisively across the murky sea of ooze, heel digging into the dirt and sand from the effort it takes.
He's not even really thinking clear when he launches then, but maybe it was dumb luck that the two brothers soar through the air and crash into the Boogieman with a sound that's remarkably similar to the clang of symbols and the sad, woeful sound of a lonely kazoo.
The slimes gurgle only once before they seem to melt into the ground, leaving the area clear at long last. Guzma says nothing, just skulks over to where his hoodie lay discard, snatches it up, and storms away through the brush.]
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He's not even really thinking clear when he launches then, but maybe it was dumb luck that the two brothers soar through the air and crash into the Boogieman with a sound that's remarkably similar to the clang of symbols and the sad, woeful sound of a lonely kazoo.
The slimes gurgle only once before they seem to melt into the ground, leaving the area clear at long last. Guzma says nothing, just skulks over to where his hoodie lay discard, snatches it up, and storms away through the brush.]