"Honest question—is this a battlefield in Some Country...?" Dave asked in bewilderment as he watched the two freaks trading furious gunfire...
Black Zetsu held an AK, constantly rolling across the arena and firing at George.
George kept running, the Dual Pistols in his hands firing nonstop at Black Zetsu.
The arena was a field of rubble. Soon, both freaks ran out of bullets. They exchanged a glance, understanding each other without a word.
Black Zetsu pulled two jars from behind his back and poured their golden-yellow, half-solid contents into his Custom AK's magazine. George also took two magazines from his belt, knocked his Dual Pistols together to eject the empty magazines, and slotted the fresh ones in.
The two launched into another round of combat. Even though the arena was already covered in golden yellow, they kept running, rolling, and shooting through it without a care.
The spectators were the ones who suffered...
Although Mito had already set up a Sealing Formation to contain the golden-yellow shots, every spectator could clearly see the golden yellow splattering against it.
Under gravity's pull, the golden yellow slowly slid down the Sealing Formation... The sticky yellow sludge, along with all the little undigested bits inside it... soon turned the originally red Sealing Formation yellow.
Wails filled the venue...
Meanwhile, after Black Zetsu and George had fired every last bullet, both panted heavily.
By now, the arena was completely covered in golden yellow, and both freaks had turned golden yellow too...
Then White Zetsu tossed a mop coated in golden yellow up from underground onto the stage for Black Zetsu. Black Zetsu picked it up, dipped it in some more golden yellow on the ground, swung it a few times, and beckoned to George.
George pressed the buttons on his Dual Pistols, and they