Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190429172726/@comment-26892768-20190501193823

"Oh, trust me - nothing you'll have to worry about for long..." Mad Ben chuckles...only for his chuckling to stop as something starts to hit his back. Standing up straight and turning around in annoyance, Mad Ben finds the propellerpack Tinkerbats shooting at him to little effect. Then he hears clanging, and looks down at his legs to see more Tinkerbats swinging scimitars at him...once again, to little effect.

He scoffs. "What is this, a joke?"

Mad Ben slams his free hand down, causing several large spires of crystals to burst from the ground and send the Tinkerbats around him flying. Then he turns around to the airborne Tinkerbats, shifts his hand into something resembling a clump of crystals, and begins rapidly shooting crystal shards at them, quickly destroying their propellerpacks and sufficiently grounding them.

With a grin on his face, Mad Ben turns to the Persona group and begins walking...but pauses as one Tinkerbat still tries to get him, whacking at him repeatedly but to the same effect as the rest of the Tinkerbat's efforts.

He takes a single look at the Tinkerbat, and without hesitation, he grabs him, slams him down into the ground, keeps him there by stepping on him with his foot, and then...he just punches him in the head. Repeatedly. Over and over. It's...it really is ''overkill. But he just keeps it up until, suffice to say, the Tinkerbat is not getting up from that anytime soon...or ever.''

And all the while, Mad Ben has a wide grin on his face, that keeps up as he resumes his walk.

On the rapidly approaching ship, Risky growls, her grip on the telescope threatening to break it.

"Alright, listen up!" Back to Mad Ben, though, he's approaching the Persona group with Shantae in his clutches. "You! Green goody-two shoes me! You will get off the dinosaur, and you will fight me one on one, with no interference..."

His free hand turns into a blade that he holds near Shantae's neck. "Or she's not going to have a head on her shoulders. Understand?"

Vinegar nods. "Got it. Thanks for the tip. Come on, Twitch; he mentioned there were other people around here..."

And the two walk off.