The Olathian Terror
Buzzo was much too blinded by Joy to even take notice of what was happening to Bowser - all he focused on now was killing this giant plant thing. Tucking in his limbs and going for a spin, Buzzo dropped below the flames and onto the ground, landing on one hand and two feet, a bundle of TNT, tossing it up at the fire-breathing plant, right towards its flame-spouting, open jaws. Buzzo himself was not done however - as the TNT flew towards its target, he himself took out his machete and leapt in a straight line, flying directly below the beast - if the TNT ended up hitting it and knocking it down towards him, he planned on ending it right there by gutting it with his machete like a fish (or if it ended up being blasted off-path, just cut off/into whatever part of its body he can reach).
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Demon of Badwater
Bawling his eyes out as he had realised his new friend had disappeared, Pyro was much too distracted to realise the burning forest fire around him, much less the tearing his suit had gotten from landing in a tree top. Or even the bruising he had gotten from then landing on several branches with comedic timing before promptly falling face-first onto the ground, leaving a pyro-shaped hole in the ground that he barely crawled out of while catching his breath. In his crying, another voice called out to him. This one was understandable, consoling.. and familiar.
" Pyro! Hey, don't cry! You still have me around, and you always will, buddy! "
Looking up, the masked maniac spotted none other than his beloved friend Balloonicorn floating in front of him - imaginary as ever. Quite literally hugging the air, the Pyro's hope and motivation was re-invigorated as he was reunited with his best friend. And now, with his lollichop in hand and the Balloonicorn floating by his side, the child-like arsonist begun skipping around the forest again, much further away from all the chaos, wandering aimlessly with a fire axe in his hands, hoping to find some shelter. Or alternativelly, some more cute creature to give a taste of the lollichop.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Psychotic Bug
What a disappointment that last guy was! With one punch, he just flew off! Why had he ever thought to try to partner up with such a pathetic loser? Well, guess this meant that Ribombee was on his own for now. Flying high across the skies to avoid all what was happening below, he figured he'd need to stock up first and find a nest before even trying anything. Killing others was fun, sure, but what good would it bring if he did all this killing while completely forgetting to make himself some supplies?