Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20191010002135/@comment-27344811-20191010215755

“Hey, we got another person in “our sword is too big for our sheath” gang!!”

“Stop doing that.”

The lancer brought down by Galacta Knight is impaled by the stingers warrior’s lance and tossed away like garbage.

The rest of the lancers pull their stingers back up as they slowly reveal themselves from the dark, buzzing.

Instead of waiting, Meta Knight takes to the air, his cape becoming wings. They fire their stingers; he cuts one of the ropes with Galaxia, noting how it felt like cutting through nothing, while managing to get up to that one Lancer and slice it down the middle, the golden glowing crack Galaxia creates pulsing as it falls to the ground and disappears into a back cloud. The rest of the Lancers back off from him, engaging in erratic flight behavior.

“They seem to qualify as one of the things Galaxia was made to destroy!”

“That’s nice.” Dark Meta Knight jumps at one that hovered a bit low and fiiinds his sword bounces off. “HECK WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS”

“Opposites, remember?” Meta Knight tells him. “Perhaps I reason reflect their stingers.”

“...or,” dark Meta grins, pointing his sword into the air. He charges energy and surrounds himself with a chunk of glass, like a mirror.

Then he reveals he made two copies. Ah.

The mirror images dart forward on large chunks, swinging their swords down at a Lancer once they get close enough and sending it crashing to the ground.

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“This way. Obvious yelling.” Yuuto directs Deneb towards the wholes “black mask gun” scenario.