A string of muffled pops, almost like a series of suppressed farts, suddenly tore through the torrential black rain. 

Trails of flame went off one by one, like an endless idiom-chain game, defying gravity as they punched through the curtain of rain and soared into the sky. Accompanied by the downpour, they came plunging back down.

Just like that, they effortlessly bypassed the maze riddled with traps and layers of illusory mist, and slammed head-on into the observation center that had only recently been repaired.

Fierce fireballs erupted, each explosion following hard on the heels of the last.  Terrifying shockwaves shook the earth, causing cracks to appear throughout the enormous workshop. Dust fell from above, settling over the dumbfounded face staring at the water-mirror projection. Helmut remained frozen in place, eyes wide as he leaned closer in disbelief.

What the hell? What just happened? What the fuck are you even doing?! Are you even a craftsman?! You actually pulled out an embarrassingly crude combustible weapon like a rocket launcher?

It was like two young masters from prestigious schools arranging a duel atop the Forbidden City. You stood at the highest point in the world, drew your sword,...