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ASTA, it wasn't a questionable event. Literally every single person besides you agreed that it was the correct thing to do.
Boerd, we're flat out going to ignore you if you do that, or all four of us are going to come at you at the same, and you'll get creamed and we'll continue about are business, because we really don't care that much.
LeeRoy doesn't power play. Trust me, I know, because if he does, I fucking yell at him for being a douchebag. I ALWAYS call LeeRoy on his bullshit.
The bag hits the ground with a colossal thud. "This look like enough shit to fix the ship? I got everything on the list. It sure was a good thing I was able to find everything. Almost too easy, honestly. Like, its kinda weird that I was able to find all of these incredibly specific things all in the same spot. It wouldn't be weird to find one or two, but all of them? Its a bit odd, if you ask me. But who cares I guess! This means you can start fixing the-" Maxwell cuts off his sentence earlier, staring at LeeRoy intently.

"Did you get buffer while I was gone? You look buffer."

Maxwell taps his chin. "Hmmmm. There's something suspicious going on here. Did you wait until I was gone to do something weird?" He drags the bag over to the front of the ship. "I don't give a shit either way, its cool, you're a grown ass man." He begins to shuffle through the bag, taking out all the steel and crap and setting it in a gigantic pile in front of LeeRoy.

"Alright friendo, lets get to work on this ship so we can get off this piece of shit planet. I'm bored to high hell and its time to get to brass tacks and beat someone up." Finishing the emptying of the giant rucksack, he steps back, the ginormous pile standing above even himself. "Well. I don't really know what to do here. I guess I'll just take directions from you on how to repair things."

With all that said, Maxwell walks over to the table where his precious gauntlets are, complete with new train whistles. He smiles broadly, picking them up, and slipping them back onto his massive ham hands. He grins, and gives a few new test punches to see how they work, his fists making slicing noises as they whip through the air at 500 miles an hour. The air pressure from his hands alone is enough to more than ruffle LeeRoy's hair. As he punches, bubbles flood out of the whistles and into the air above him, creating a veritable cloud of the soapy substance above him. Not just regular bubbles either. These are golden bubbles, dense and heavy looking, warping more violently than any normal bubble ever could without popping. "What the hell? Bubbles?" Maxwell looks at them in confusion, though he laughs when he notices how dense they are. "You've got to be kidding me! The Flame even covers bubbles huh? Well, I wonder what happens when I pop them them?" Taking his sword out from its slot in his shield, Maxwell gives one good swing, the sword slicing through the air and the cloud of super dense bubbles like a chainsaw through tissue paper.

The bubbles pop, making no sound. "Oh. Well that's a little underwhel-" Maxwell is cut off by a sharp sucking noise as the spot where the bubbles were appears to pull in the area surrounding it ever so slightly. Then, with no warning, a colossal burst of sound screams out from the air, a horrifically loud train whistle. The pressure from the burst of air knocks the table over and knocks the sand out from the area directly under the bubble cloud. A shockwave of pressure accompanies it, blowing Maxwell's hair back and knocking off LeeRoy's glasses. Even Maxwell has to yell over the sound "HOLY SHIIIIIIT" Then, in a span of seconds, it's over. "Well FUCK. That shit was like a sound bomb! Those are some insane bubbles!"
Hey, after this battle between Khold and Khazna, I'm going to be editing his sheet. There are some tier discrepancies I feel I need to redo, and I'll be adding all of his powers in greater detail.

Also, if someone's walking UP to a tank and shooting a rocket, there's no dodging there.
The ships exist for plot furthering and transportation. Thats it. This isn't Stars Wars, we dont have ship battles. If two people have a ship, and they want to fight, they get out of the ships and start punching each other.
What are you filming Green?
Khold wrinkles his nose in distaste. I hate the smell of smoke. It always makes it harder to breathe. Though, I've never really had actual trouble with breathing. Hmm. I guess thats just me bitching then. He shrugs his shoulders and a looks over to where the smoke is coming from. Lets see here, the webbing is on fire, but seeing as it's basically petrified stone, it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Kholodny really doesn't know how that works, cause spoiler warning: Fire isn't really his area of expertise. "Whatever. I'm not in the mood for this shit." A giant wall of ice begins to erect itself in the direction of the fire, blocking the smoke from reaching Kholodny. The smoke doesn't just go around either, no sir. The ice is so cold, the smoke just freezes to it, adding onto the wall. Boom, instant air purifier. I mean, he could have just frozen the smoke itself, but that's not nearly as much fun.

"There we go! With that settled." He continues looking at Khazna, having not even moved to create that ice wall. Yeah, he doesn't actually need to move in order to make ice. It is not powered by hand motions or anything, though Kholodny generally DOES make motions in order to better direct it or for rule of cool. Not that anyone would be able to figure that out, or at least he assumes. Speaking of anyone, he's wondering about this individual in front of him. What a mysterious looking individual. Mask on his face, showed up with a full scale space armada, snuck up on him, AND he knows the Bald Guy. Refers to him as Mister Sunshine no less. That's not a sign of anything pleasant Kholodny can think of.

And what's with his attitude? As long as you answer honestly? What a pompous sounding douchebag. Thinks he's so good. I can tell when you lie to me. Pffft, ooooo so scary. Give me a break. No reason to stabby stab? Are you serious right now? If you treat me like a child, I'll murder you in cold blood. Heheh get it? God I'm lame. Kholodny sighs, a thick chunk of ice forming in front of him and then falling to the ground as his more than icy breath flows out. "So you can tell when I lie huh? Well it's a good thing I'm normally pretty inclined to telling the truth then." What's behind that mask anyway? Probably something with a goatee. He seems like someone with a goatee. Is he trying to say something about my name? He better not."But yes, you're right. I am not even close to being from this plane, or planet, or whatever the hell this spider hell is. I'm just from Earth, a normal human being. Or at least I was a normal human at some point." He rubs his nose. Way to state the obvious dicklord.

"I have seen a skull, though I don't know if there was a full skeleton below it. He was a pretty scary dude, though I cannot for the life of me remember whether he called himself a dreamer. I may or may not have been paying the best attention when he was talking. I was scared shitless of everything that could possibly kill me." He stares directly at Khazna, unflinching, his eyes glowing a piercing blue. His arms come out of the giant coat and cross in front of him, his bluish hands gripping his biceps. "Yeah, I'm not the bravest dude in the world, though it seems like I've not been having the most choice in being brave or not around here. It's either fight or die, and I don't think ol Stribog would be incredibly happy with me if I bit the dust here." He doesn't bother to explain who Stribog is, he's sure Khazna doesn't care one way or another.
That was a colossal waste of everyone's time.
I think it was three days for an auto hit, and then another three days for an insta kill.
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