“I consume giants and crush cities with a push of my thumb and you challenge me with shoes?”
“They’re fancy shoes, you brute.”
The Mighty Magniscience glared down at her. “They’re still shoes. And only shoes. The rest of your -ha- wardrobe is not in the slightest bit battle appropriate.”
“Who said I challenge you to a battle?” scoffed Malela. “I challenge you to a dance-off!”
It only took five rounds for the impartial judges to recognise that, not only had the Mighty Magniscience never danced a step in his life, but that he also had all the rhythm and music of a comical bear.
For the first time in centuries, the Mighty Magniscience lost a challenge. According to the rules, he had to forfeit his crown and vanish into obscurity. Malela got the crown, which allowed her to rule over the assembled kingdoms formerly under Magniscience’s iron fist.
She also got the dubious privilege of defending her crown from anyone who thought that her reign was even the slightest bit authoritarian.
…but that’s crowns for you…
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