Dear quest log,
We're off to battle
the five Knights of the Royal Hand.
The hideous alchemist told us
we must first confront
the most powerful one,
the one who runs the tax office
with an iron fist,
the terrifying Ringalus.
Next!
Taxpayer #275.
What have you for your good king?
Alas, we've but three taters.
I'd like to know if we might...
Pay by the month?
Sure! We're not monsters!
Article 412-B of the peasants' tax code
allows us to satisfy all requests.
Really? That's great!
On one condition.
Beat me in a game of Prisonball!
That's weird.
From the tax evading family,
I will now tag...
Granddaddy!
- My taters!
- Grandpa, no!
Sorry, girlie, but those are the rules!
They're the same for everyone!
Oh, my god!
What?
The infected priestess
and the immortal turd!
Impossible!
You said turd. Not cool.
Knight Ringalus,
the Guardians of Truth
are gonna end your unjust tax system,
and out of its tyrannical ashes
build a world without hunger or Malaise!
Yeah, yeah, what she said.
But I'm here to make you squeal,
you big coward!
You have a habit of falling
into alchemical traps, eh?
Damn it!
Flame Face, we're on consecrated land.
Yeah, so what?
It means that to beat him,
we'll have to...
...play by Prisonball's rules.
- It's weird, right?
- Yes, it is.
Grandpa, who are they?
I dunno... Liberals maybe?
I'm Laure Esposito,
from the Guardians of Truth.
He's the prophecy's Chosen One.
- Yo.
- Don't worry, we'll protect you.
Ready, Flame Face?
Let's do this! I can't wait
to take your heads to the King.
Pathetic !
Watch and learn!
Allow me to clear up!
Yes! Job done!
Hey, mister! Look out.
What?
That's foul play!
Wrong, loser! Until the ball
hits the ground, it remains in play!
Oh, crap.
Right.
Laure, think this over.
Your dwarf-size Flame Face
and elderly quadriplegic are in jail.
Your team is now just you
and a cute little girl.
I could try a lob to Flame Face,
but he's got no arms to catch it.
This doesn't look good.
No, I mustn't think this way.
The future of the world
depends on my victory!
Gosh, this could take a while.
- Sorry, I don't agree.
- Oh?
Yep. She's wearing out.
THE LAW IS HARSH, BUT IT'S LAW
- See? I told ya.
- Yep.
No, did I...
Did I fail?
This can't be.
It can't possibly end this way.
Naughty boy!
In prison!
What did I do?
Yes, good going, cute little girl!
I'm so proud.
Hey, Ringo, remember what you said?
"Unless the ball hits the ground,
it remains in play."
The Tax Office
has never been so humiliated!
I've been too merciful with you.
I'm done playing now!
Try to stop this!
Hey! Didn't anyone ever teach you
not to dump cadavers?
Yes! Back in the game!
- Nice toss, Supposito!
- Thanks.
Don't know about you,
but I'm a bit tired of playing ball.
Yeah, I agree.
Gosh, that storm is coming.
Did we get the herd in?
No.
How could this happen?
We won!
My arm!
I thought your thing sucked up
Dead Cells, and not morons.
Yeah.
So, our alchemist friend
didn't tell us the full story.
I told you to always beware
of the ugly ones.
Well,
by now, Ringulus will have crushed
those two disgusting insects.
No!
Ringulus, my brother!
How dare they?
Those scoundrels won't stand a chance
against the power
of Indexa!
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