Literature
Crusher 2: Sour Mints
Seemed the pair wouldn't be leaving the ring so easily, as before they could there was a loud roar from Crusher. Mint turned to see him rippling with power, red sparks leaping from his fur as his face contorted into a horrific snarl. His muscles bulged with surging power as the tiger like Cypher stomped his feet in a raging tantrum. "No more games!" He roared. "You wanna get outta here? Fine!!! But you ain't leaving without THIS!!!" He grabbed a flag that had been poised at the corner of the ring before shoving the stick of it into the fur of his back. Ajax cringed; he was already aching from the last round, surely Crusher didn't expect him to go up against him AGAIN?!? Mint huffed at this, letting go of her friend in order to fold her arms across her chest. "Seriously?!? You let him win. You can't throw a tantrum just because the fight didn't go your way!" Crusher simply snarled at her. "Stay out of it, little lady. A delicate thing like you shouldn't even BE at this
