Dainn cracks his neck as his fur slowly returns to gold, making Twilight flinch a bit at the sickening noise.
"Damn, who had to make that noise in the booth?"
"I think they just smashed a piece of wood or brick with a sledgehammer."
"Well, I think- oh shit, look at him go!"
The alicorn blinks, looking at the scene before her with jaw agape. The two of them are clashing at high speeds, the very crystals of the ground and buildings shaking with every collision, every blow. Dumplin and Dainn eventually stop, grabbing at the other's wrists to try and put him into a grapple.
"Wow, this scene is amazing! And it blended into the gameplay so well!"
"...who are you and what did you do with my friend?"
Twilight takes this opportunity to sneak up behind him and clock him in the skull with her staff. Instead of becoming stunned, he just growls and swings the Buu like a flail, forcing her to teleport out of the way and instead get him in a chokehold.
He claws at her arms, growling angrily and trying to turn and get out of the grip, his wings flailing uselessly at his sides.
All she does is smile at him. "You left yourself wide open."
Before he can ask for clarification, he sees the plump being in front of him holding a finger up to his forehead. He narrows his eyes in confusion.
"Oh, shit! Look out, he's stealing from Piccolo!"
"We didn't equip that move. Did we ever even learn it?"
He suddenly points the finger at Dainn, grinning wickedly. "Makankōsappō!"
"Oh, so that's how you pronounce it."
"WHAT THE F-" He feels the presence behind him vanish just before the beam strikes him in the chest. His eyes open wide as he can practically feel it drilling a hole through his heart, and right out through his back.
The king falls to his knees, grunting painfully. "H-how… what was that attack?"
"You know, you could've flown."
Of course, Dainn doesn't hear this, his consciousness fading as he collapses onto his face.
"She should've been shot, too."
"Zero."
Dainn falls backwards, groaning quietly.
Twilight just gives him a stare that shows how little compassion she feels for him. "You think you feel bad? You didn't have to worry about voices in your head." She gets a questioning groan in response, and then shrugs. "Hero."