❝Who the hell d’ya think you are?! You don’t just get to tell me what to do, you GNAT!❞ Forte would bark into the comm line, entirely forgetting about the animal he was unloading his Buster at the feet of until they spoke up. Shimmering green blade, huh. Familiar. —

— With his reflected pellets whizzing back at him, some even grazing off the plates of his armor, the SWN’s attention would be brought back to the incoming swordsman. ❝I’ll just crush you anyway!❞ The gunner would hold his ground as the incoming blur sought to disarm —

— him, the only indication of his counter being the flicker of his armor’s color to that of a vibrant violet with white compliments. Meeting the shimmering emerald slash would be a plasma blade of the brute’s own, violet in color. The same body part sought to be severed —

— would instead counter with its own swing, seeking to catch opposing blade off guard with sheer speed of his own as they’d clash, opposing glows shining throughout the labyrinth of a facility. ❝OUTTA HERE!❞ Using the sheer might afforded to his body of steel, Forte would —

— seek to strain the other’s arms by pushing into the lock, leaning his full weight into it..! ...Before abruptly bringing a kick into the equation. The sole-mounted thrusters in the bruiser’s leg parts would ignite and violently whip his entire body along for a full-bodied —

— crescent kick aimed for the furry fighter’s chin, hoping to slip past his guard by keeping focus on his own sword. If landed, the kick would do its best to send Klonoa for the direction that another conflict was heard from, using his opponent to trip any traps between —

— their fight and Wily’s cell. ❝You gettin’ back up, fuzzy?! Dunno what toy shelf you crawled outta, but you better turn back ‘fore you get all torn up!❞ ❬ #DAYOFDEMISE ❭