1 Last Stand

Shaggy wiped the blood off his chin with the back of his hand. Slowly, he got back up; his knees weak and legs wobbled, he shuddered, propping himself up with his arm leaned against a slab of concrete. The results of a hard and long battle. His heavy breathing steadied. He looked up, his opponent, Thanos looking down upon him like he were the scum of the earth.

No, he's Shaggy. There's no way he can be beat!

Shaggy managed to lift a finger at Thanos, a smirk spread across his face. In an instant his wounds healed and he was standing tall, power surged through his veins, his eyes lit up and he could feel it. Thanos gasped.

A strange aura emanated from Shaggy. What was this? Shaggy could see he was shaken, the corner of his mouth upturned into a twisted smile and he laughed.

Thanos braced himself. It took him a moment but now he understood, this man, Shaggy. Has he been holding back throughout their 69-minute long battle? "Impossible." Thanos muttered.

"Prepare yourself, Thanos! For I have decided to use… not just one, but two percent of my power!"

He screamed. Thanos covered his ears and closed his eyes tightly. The shriek sent shockwaves rippling through the earth, a great crack formed in between them, Thanos stumbled back.

A blinding light appeared before him. Shaggy's feet were lifted off the ground and he was demonstrating a dominant T-pose while chanting in numerous unknown languages.

Thanos clenched his fist and got up with much difficulty. He inhaled and exhaled a great deal of oxygen before he rushed forwards, leaping over the wide chasm and landed a powerful punch Shaggy's stomach.

Shaggy let out a sharp gasp of pain, his entire body fell backwards, crashing into the ground with such force it cracked. The light and sparkles around him dissipated into nothingness.

Everything went black.