~The Piglet~

Chapter 3: Knight in Piglet Armor

The dynamite went off, and with that, the bombs fell, and the water rose. Comets, like fireflies hanging in the sky with an astral glow, began to plummet in a natural global holocaust. It was then that Daniel the Pig knew that his long sought after adversary, was more than just a man. That ball throwing Maniac which had still been unnamed at this point was not only a douchebag and a horrible person. This man who plagued Daniel was the embodiment of Hephaestus the God of Fire.

Sweet Lil' Daniel smiled at last in his newfound courage and the solace that swept over him in identifying his attacker. Moreover, he smiled and he still smiled and the smile continued to widen and widen up, until the very instant Daniel silently plucked an ice cube out from between his butt cheeks that he had been saving for a rainy day that was still coincidentally covered in the grime from his resurrection. Closing it in his palm, the tiny cold lump beginning to bead an icy sweat clutched in his little hoof paw animal contraption as Dan Dan uttered a quiet prayer to Zeus, Hephaestus' father.

"YEA BOI so like..  Your son hit me in the HEAD.  && I GOTS BRAIN DAMAGES."

Daniel was confident in his praying skills, just like he was in his martial arts skills.  He leapt forward at Hephaestus in assault with an outstretched palm in his patented "Flying Dragon" Style, time seeming to slow around his tiny pink frame as he forced his fist into the space between the Maniac's Collarbone, or so he thought.  Hephaestus moved fluidly like water around the blow, carefree, still sipping his juice box even.  The God's Fist was in position to riposte against his piglet assailant disturbing his home turf, his resolve releasing a cascade of flaming and holy energy from his palm as he dove it down into Daniel's Skull.

"NANI?!!?!?!?!"

Spiraling out of control but landing cleanly, our small Dan Dan received a small scorch mark to his dome in the shape of a hand to which he fell to both of his knees immediately and began to sob uncontrollably.  Partially because it stung a little bit like a sunburn that you get out in the sun at a christian revival concert or how about the sting you feel from baby's first heartbreak.  More like the second one probably.  Also because life is hard though.  

After about an hour of tears and relative silence otherwise, our battle finally was able to resume.  Daniel the sweet baby pig rose up once more with white lightning erupting from his eyes and the pores of his skin finally ready and flaccid, all in one.  He spoke up, staring at the bored villain who had resorted to reading a vintage 1953 First Edition Playboy Magazine in the Corner, and he did the only thing he could think of that would surely get him his revenge without any chance of backfire.  His piglet snuffles echoed throughout the temple for all to hear.

"U WACK"

Hephaestus looked up immediately and with tears in his eyes, a clearly hurt and outraged expression plastered on his face, it was over.  Not even a "no u" would suffice in this situation.

This little pig.. was a tough opponent but he began at last to conjure his final supernatural attack

...on the next episode!