You find Calypso in front of a tall tree in the Groves. You see no tools, yet she appears dead set on cutting down this behemoth of a tree.
Bonswa mon chè. Tell me, what do you think it means to be mighty?
You shrug. This causes the Voodoo Child to smile.
I was often told that might equates to strength. That you had to be big and powerful, much like this tree, to be considered mighty. Knowing what I do now, however, that’s not always true.
Size and strength don’t always equal might. Take this tree for example. While it appears large and imposing, a puny moun can chop it down with a simple tool. The task might take them a while, but they’ll eventually knock over this titanic tree.
She pulls out some chalk and marks an X on the center of the tree.
I don’t know precisely how many swings of an axe it will take a lumberjack to cut down this giant. I do know that it isn’t the strength of a swing that matters. If you simply try to chop it down without aiming, the tool will get lodged into the trunk.
You’ll have to hit it at an angle, chopping at it bit by bit before the whole thing tilts over and falls. With this technique, a moun of any stature can drop even the mightiest of trees. Much like I can drop Mighty Mighty to advance in Ring King.
Black Magic walks a few feet away from the tree. Unconsciously, you step away from it too.
You probably think a ti tifi like myself stands no chance against your massive self. You believe you can just throw your weight around and crush me like a bug. Believe what you like, but you’ll still be chopped off your roots like the tree you are.
I know I can’t outmuscle you. Hardly any moun on the roster can. What I lack in strength, however, I make up for with technique. I don’t need to hit you hard, just in the right place at the right time.
Calypso takes a moment to breathe deeply.
That is my technique. I know I can’t charge at you with brute force, but I can use my magic to chop you down bit by bit before you can hardly stand anymore. Once you get to that point, I’ll be ready to topple you with the final blow.
Suddenly, she fires a Black Magic Missile at the tree. It blows a giant hole where the X was.
I’ll wear you down bit by bit with my tools of the trade. If I can’t win in a battle of strength, then I’ll do whatever it takes to win through technique and my powers alone.
You might shine to winning Ring King, Mighty Mighty, but I shine to only one thing… your soul.
The tree suddenly snaps and falls just in front of you and Calypso. Once it hits the ground, she vanishes, leaving you alone.