| "Why do you smell horribly of alcohol, you lowly filth?"
SephirothKirby shot up off of his perch, and lunged toward ChuckleHuck, blade pointing outward. Although he had full brass armor, the force of the Masamune coming at him made a scratch on his armor.
"Now, where could someone like you afford this armor? I suppose all is fair, I have other means of offense"
He put his stubby hand in the air, as a wall of scorching flames surrounded him.
"Hm, how are you to strike me now, mortal?" |