Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180415190401/@comment-27344811-20180427232830

"I don't get it." Knuckles deadpans.

"Look, he has a jet, okay? Where'd he get da fuel?"

DMK's sword is caught in the trident and ripped free. "Ey watcha gonna do now big boy?"

After a moment of concentration, a deep purple trident appears in DMK's hand.

"Ah. I see. Well then, LET US COMMENCE!"

They lock weapons.