Own Way

As the group entered the room, Larkin chuckled.

"How amusing..." He snickered, looking down at Rick.

"So, you've decided to abandon the mask, eh, Mr. Reaper?" He grinned.

"LARKIN!" Rick screamed.

"I'm afraid that you're already too late; the synchronization was a success." He informed, knocking on one of the tubes.

"Alas, despite your status as a notorious killer, I'm afraid you'll be beaten to a pulp within a mere few seconds."

Rick growled.

"However, perhaps your friends may be able to take on my underlings while you warm up." He smirked.

Rick quickly turned to the group.

"I have a grudge with the pink bastard." Norio sighed as he took a step forward.

"Did you see how Chris ended up!?" Rick cried.

"Forget it; he's just taunting you!"

Suddenly, Mim appeared behind Norio.

"A grudge with little old me, hm?" He asked.

"How amusing..."

Norio quickly spun around.

"That is," he