Pump It Up

"Huh?! Who the fuck cares about yer' face!" He yelled out.

His words only seemed to further drive the man into nonsensical anger as he roared out, using his one available gauntlet to manifest the massive, astral gong in front of himself as it pointed towards the young man.

"What's that…?" He mumbled to himself.

As he stood himself up straight, he could feel the impact of all the previous impacts he took–they rung through his body, beating his flesh and bones repeatedly to the current state of his entire body ringing in constant pain.

"Die, die, die–!!! Doh will bring yer' death!" Doh roared out as his dreadlocks swayed while he reared his entire body back.

It took a moment for him to realize what the large-set man was doing, who leaned far back before suddenly stomping forward–putting all of his weight into a height against the massive, supernatural gong formed of golden magic.

DONGGGGGGGG.