Drakan looked, and as the smoke cleared, Maverick appeared unharmed as he was surrounded by a protective bubble. "That was interesting." The bubble deflated and once again became his cape. "You, my friend have done! You have insulted my footwear!" Holds up a singed pair of black sandals.

"O.o" Went Drakan.

"My sandals don't like your stare." Suddenly Maverick's cape encased his arms, becoming razor sharp knives. "Tornado attack!" He began to spin around rapidly like a twister, climbing into the air and charging at Drakan. Drakan was cautios as he knew that one touch from the tornado could me certain death, or at least a nasty cut.

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“Mmm! Power lines and paint chips! My childhood rocks!”-Fighter

“Give me my hat back, you blasted theoretical space time model! I need that +3!”-Red Mage

“Let’s let bygones be—Amnesia Dust in the Face! Ha!”-Thief

“Remember kids, with great power come great opportunity to abuse that power.”-Black Mage