This is intense! From his point of view, Kane's body seemed to be moving of it's own
accord, or being manipulated by some manner of unseen puppet master. With little to no mental input on his part, he managed to successfully dodge blow after
blow from Deevast's axe.
Eventually, it all became a little too much for him, he just had to laugh.
'Ha ha ha! This is pretty fun, I'm starting to think that I should ask you out to the prom! I've never had such a breathtaking dance partner!' He cackled with near psychotic glee, once again failing to fight the urge to quip.
BOOM!
Note to self, never, ever... Get cocky. He thought, watching the sparks fly as he was once again knocked high into the air like an overglorified ragdoll. Words of wisdom indeed, though he didn't intend to follow them. Once he had landed, he prepared for yet another ill-fated rush at Deevast... Until a sudden burst of lightning flashed across the corner of his visor.
'Whoa!' He cried in shock, as he watched the bolts course through Malach and the assorted putties scattered about him. Though he'd never really interacted with his Red clad ally outside of a few light jokes in History class (that he of course, always endeavouring to be the class clown, had naturally instigated), he was immediately overcome with concern. Running into a full sprint, he launched himself into the air with all the might his suit bestowed upon him, falling into a crouch beside the Red Ranger. 'Malach, are you alright?'
Eventually, it all became a little too much for him, he just had to laugh.
'Ha ha ha! This is pretty fun, I'm starting to think that I should ask you out to the prom! I've never had such a breathtaking dance partner!' He cackled with near psychotic glee, once again failing to fight the urge to quip.
BOOM!
Note to self, never, ever... Get cocky. He thought, watching the sparks fly as he was once again knocked high into the air like an overglorified ragdoll. Words of wisdom indeed, though he didn't intend to follow them. Once he had landed, he prepared for yet another ill-fated rush at Deevast... Until a sudden burst of lightning flashed across the corner of his visor.
'Whoa!' He cried in shock, as he watched the bolts course through Malach and the assorted putties scattered about him. Though he'd never really interacted with his Red clad ally outside of a few light jokes in History class (that he of course, always endeavouring to be the class clown, had naturally instigated), he was immediately overcome with concern. Running into a full sprint, he launched himself into the air with all the might his suit bestowed upon him, falling into a crouch beside the Red Ranger. 'Malach, are you alright?'
