CHAPTER 12: TEA AND CUPCAKES (MAFISTO)

MAFISTO’S NOT SAFE ANYMORE HOUSE, DOWNTOWN, NEXERIA

“I’m exhausted by his words! We came to end this traitor, not to have tea and cupcakes!” Tiga charges forward, tackling Mafisto through a wall into the next room.

Mafisto kicks the massive spy off of him then stands up.

“Who has tea and cupcakes together? Really? Nevermind; I have caused too much bloodshed for The Circle. Call me a traitor, a backstabber, a treasonist, whatever you want; It won’t change my decision. If I have to end The Circle to have peace, then I will end The Circle.” Mafisto declares with conviction.

“I happen to love tea and cupcakes! So, you judge my tastes and you betray The Circle; you’re just full of bad decisions. Now, enough words; being judgmental about me liking tea and cupcakes will be your final bad decision.” Tiga says, cracking his knuckles.

In the blink of an eye, Tiga smashes Mafisto in his face with his fist. The blow sends Mafisto back against the wall.

Mafisto peels himself off the wall and charges at Tiga, tackling him to the ground. He begins to pummel Tiga’s face with punch after punch; making his foe bleed. The Tri-Squad is not your typical Circle members; they are an elite force and Mafisto knows he has to bring his all to make it past this moment.

Tiga throws Mafisto off of him; he stands up, rubbing the blood off his face. Tiga’s eyes glow bright orange, with his muscles pumping up more.

The two triceratops men charge at each other, locking hands. They lock eyes; both of them showing the same fire within them. They push at each other, trying to gain some sort of advantage over one another.

Mafisto knees Tiga in the gut; making him let go of the hold. Using this opening, Mafisto lifts him up and power bombs him onto the floor.

Tiga grits his teeth, then flips up back to his feet. He quickly clotheslines Mafisto to the ground. He snarls, then spits blood out of the mouth; it’s been a while since anyone has given Tiga trouble like this before; Hellasaurus Rex is living up to its name.

Mafisto snarls on the ground, and kicks Tiga's legs hard, making him fall face first to the ground.

The two of them get back up, grinding their teeth, their fists tightly clenched. They both throw punches wildly at each other; trading blows to the face and body, with blood flying all over the place from each of them. They both fight for different reasons, one for his own peace, the other to end a threat before it begins. Blow after blow, neither of them wavering their resolve.

Tiga knees Mafisto in the gut, who grits it out.

He retaliates with a strong backhand to Tiga’s face. He follows up with a headbutt to Tiga’s head.

Tiga pushes through the pain; throwing a heavy punch into Mafisto’s stomach.

Mafisto toughs out the pain and grabs Tiga’s arm tightly. He turns around and throws Tiga over his head; slamming him to the ground.

“I HAVE THE ESCAPE ROUTE YOU WANTED! LET’S MAKE HASTE!” Mafisto hears the loud words of Zombato.

Mafisto kicks Tiga in the head, knocking him out cold. A bloody and battered Mafisto walks through the giant hole in the wall he made when the fight started.

“Exactly the words I wanted to hear, ha ha!” Mafisto says. He looks at spies bleeding out against the wall.

“Holysaurus! I’m glad you went easy on me.”

“They wanted festivities; I just obliged them. Now let’s mosey.” Zombato says with a big smile on his face.