Running Away Laughing

The air between us crackled with anticipation and unspoken challenges. A showdown was imminent, and we both knew it. King James’ laughter echoed through the atmosphere, an overbearing sound that held a promise of torment.

“You think you can scare me into submission? Your new powers don’t mean shit to me,” King James roared confidently, flexing his demonized form.

“Oh, you know that I be bussing with these new powers! But on another note, do you remember that old saying about playing a fool to catch the wise?" I replied, raising an eyebrow. His face stayed impassively confident, but his eyes held a flicker of confusion.

Suddenly, without warning, I raised my hand dramatically into the air, tensing my body as an aura of intense energy emanated from me. He braced himself instinctively, anticipating a ferocious elemental attack. But what he got instead was something entirely unexpected.