Hugo was now engaged in a slip n' slide with Reverent Eli on the cream-filled floor. They were quite evenly matched, Hugo was younger and fitter, but also exhausted from his multiple Santa-photoshoots, whilst the Reverend was older and slower, but more... crafty, experienced and skilled with his hands...
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Hugo was beginning to regain his stamina after drinking the milk and ingesting all the sugar and cream, whilst the Reverend was also beginning to use his experience to seek an advantage. At the same time, Hugo was in a Santa suit, which was not exactly the optimal outfit for hand-to-hand c*mbat, although the sudden sugar spike meant that his inputs were fast, and after a ↘️ ➡️➡️ 12 ✩ combo, he sidestepped and caught the Reverend in a reverse grab, and attempted to choke and dominate him on the floor from behind - with his arm, and not any other body part, mind you for clarification... although the creamy lubrication was making things strangely (and satisfyingly?!) slippery...
At the same time, the Reverend had gone through intense training thanks to his Yoga Premium membership with Derek, and he immediately utilised the classic ↙️ 2, 1, 34, counter grab to escape. To be fair, he... fluffed the timing, but the cream gave him some slippage leeway. Teching back to his feet, he immediately started rubbing his long, dangly (prayer) beads together, the classic act of channelling potent Unholy energy, made the more so by the fact that his hands were covered in cream, but time and time again, he was being utterly suppressed by Hugo-Santa's skilful play, unable to find an opening to use his trump card, Unholy Spirit...
All the while of course, no battle was complete without music, and as usual, a remix of the earlier sung 'Karens' set to an uptempo beat was playing through the church hall speakers, adding to the somewhat surreal nature of what was somehow... transpiring.
Indeed, one old member of the Congregation of the Church of the Seven Deadly Sins, on his way to the toilet due to the incontinence of old age, heard the kerfuffle, and peeked his head in, witnessing a few moments of the somewhat shocking scene.
The room was slick with streaks of white cream and smears of smushed buns. Two fully grown men appeared to be brawling in bizarre, quasi-DLC outfits, one in a weird Santa costume the other in some kind of Reverend-esque smock, and a third guy was spraying cream, like an uncorked champagne bottle, out of a piping-funnel-like contraption cinched to the front of his pants...
He rubbed his eyes.
"Eh, it's good to be young," He muttered with a fond chuckle to himself, as he closed the door and continuing his trip to the restroom.
Indeed, at least Fergus was having the time of his life, spraying cream everywhere and all over the two cosplaying combatants.
In fact, this was just the beginning... as he sprayed, he thought about his 'creme-de-la-creme masterpiece' that he had left to chill in his fridge... he had a lot more in store, after all...