Viktor continued his pointing, staring down the demon ahead of him. The fungal armour that spread across him gleamed in the light of the giant glowing cap above them, and spread even further onto his head, encasing him in the holy embrace of the divine fungus. He was truly one with the mushroom now, and felt a serene peace wash over him. He closed his eyes and held a hand above his head, opening his palm as he waited for the Mushroomairies. The beautiful creatures planted mushroom into their champion's awaiting hand, then flew to back the pair of chosen in their efforts.<br/><br/>From Viktor's palm, a long mushroom sprouted, the cap turning to the side before the entire thing came loose of him. He caught in in his grip, and from the curled base, strings of mycelium sprouted and spread down, forming a line of six that went from cap to bottom. Holding it in both of his hands, his fingers dashed across the stem of the shroom, and the sounds of a perfectly tuned electric guitar solo filled the air. The whole time, Viktor's eyes remained closed, and as he hit the last note of his powerful shredding, he fingered the string just enough to make it reverb. The cap of the mushroom vibrated, its body suddering beneath the deft skill and perfect pressure of its player's skillful digits.<br/><br/>The devil growled, slamming its bottom fists into the ground once more. Instruments of all sorts rose from the cavernous gashes in the ground, Imps manning them. Rhythm guitars, drums, and bass were all manned by the unholy beasts, and they let out a shrill screech as their dark lord taunted their opposition.<span style="font-weight: bold">"H͞A̙̘̤̪͓̺̝! ̰͠Ý̦͕͖ÒƯ̱͕̬ ̳͙̙̬Ṱ̦̞̤̙͇̩͞HỊ͜N̪̲̱̯̺̜K̺͙̞̰̗ͅ ̟̰͞ͅJ͖̙̟͈U͈̦͉̮̲͚S̗̠͉͈͕T͚̙͚̗̩̻̣ ̰̙̩B̭͡E̱̘̺̩̭̻̖C̰͔A̯͕̩U̩͖S̮̤͇͙̰E̪̻̙ ͖Y͉̻̝͈͝O̤̣̦̪̗͞U͔̜̦͓͟'̀V͚̠̖E̺͔̭̺ͅ ͉̙̱G͏̠O҉̩͈N̘͝E͇̤̭̱̯̱̩ ͍̺̼̜́M̤͈̮̯̤̮̫͡O͕̘͍ͅL͞D̴͓͈̣̜̤Y̮̭,̯͖̖͢ ̩͙͍͍͎̗Y͓͕͇̙͟O͔̞U̦ ̬͓̳̣C̸̯̩͕̦ͅẠ̴̗̹͔ͅN͔̱̱̳̝̬͚͡ ̴̼̝̗̮̳̬̥D͚̞̦͙̥̯́E̴F͉̝̀E̺͕̘̼̗͍̗A̟̱̱̭̞͙T͢ ̲͕̜͠M̬͚̜͉̤E̹̣͙̳ͅ?̤̪̰ ̼͈͉I̘̰̣'̻͙̬̫̤̼M͎͎͍̻̯ ̨̗̰T҉͓͚̜̱̙̯̲H̭̥̗̝̙̟͖E͙̜ ̥͓͇͓͉F͠Ų̝̜̥C̙͇̱̲K̟̦I̭N̼̰ͅG̵͕̭͓͎͔̬̗ ̶K̼͎̜I̮̗̺̖̬̺N̮̩G̞̹͖̯͇ ͖̝̞̯͔̣̝OF̩̲ ̯͇̥̲͈̥H͏̺̥E͚͟L̖ͅL,̨͓̫͉̭̫̭ ̷̤̜̩͉͎B͢Ḭ̗͍̼͖̕T҉̮ͅC̵̲H̞͍̪̙̙͔ES͘!̭͕͘"</span><br/><br/>Viktor shook his head, opening his eyes once more. "Then we're sending you right back into it! This land is not yours! It belongs to the Fungal Lord, and we won't allow you to taint its beauty!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"T̶̞͈̻̲̣̩̠R̛̪̟̩̪͕Y͏̰ ̠̳͚͇À̭̫̝̖̻N̛̹͙͙̞̟̼̮D̯̳͙̖̮̱̭͠ ͔̬̭̬́F͝U̺̣͖̞̰̜̝C̫͕͈̳͙̟K̗̻̲͓͇̤I͕̩̯͔̙͙͇N̳͕̲͚̰̱ͅG̡̻̗̬̞̻ ̞̗̲͉̼͇S͖͔͍̗TO̤̪̤ͅP̯̞͈ ̛͍͚͉͖̥̭͉M͇̟̮͓Ẹ.͚̬̜̝͕͜ͅ"</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Fuck you, Satan!"<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"F̵̛͚̼̫͆͆ͪ̊U͇̘̘̪͛́ͨ͌ͪ̀C̶̲͓̫͚͇͛̄̌ͪͬ͐ͪ̊͜͜K̙̘̪̪͇̼ͣͨ́͝ͅ ̪͋̇ͯ͐͗̍̿̌͞<span style="font-style: italic">Y̝̤̹̫̰͉ͥͣ̽ͬ͒ͬͪͣ̉Ȏ̹̣̠̜̦̭̣̩͋ͫͪ́͌U̡̘̩͖͖ͧͦͤ̽̇̈́̈́!̬͕͙̹̫̝̤͇͋͌́͌̑"</span></span><br/><br/>Immediately, both bands broke out into a fucking sick-ass battle, the sounds of metal clashing filling the air. The pair of holy warriors were not alone, as the Mushroomairies backed them up, their voices an angelic choir of fungal goodness. Indeed, they put on an impressive show, but the devil's power was too great. Hellfire sprung forth from the pits, burning the mushroom grass into caramelized piles, while the sky itself began to darken. Truly, the forces of hell were not to be truffled with.