"You've gotten fat and slow, dragon! I'm going to take your head again at this rate!"
"The only reason that you still have room to talk is because I'm letting you off easily. I could have killed you twenty different times by now!"
"Only twenty? HA! You're too far past your prime, old friend!"
A sea of over fifty different Wukongs rushed at Abaddon all at once.
The dragon carefully avoided well-placed swings from every staff by only a hair's breadth. As he did so, he passively closed the distance between himself and Wukong to deal a critical blow.
But Wukong was a clever fighter who knew Abaddon well, and was seemingly waiting for exactly that moment.
"Grow!"
Wukong's staff which was at first no larger than a broomstick, suddenly expanded to become the size of a concrete pillar. Throwing Abaddon back suddenly.
The opening was just enough for Wukong to get a clone overhead.
"Grow!"
This time, when the pillar expanded once again, Abaddon was caught underneath it.
