"Well, to be fair I'm pretty sure I'm of a more noble title than you." Nexus comments.
"What? There is no title more noble than Lord!"
"Ruler of several realms? Or as we call it Hashrahkresh."
"What about a king?" Cronk asked.
"True, but that's not you." Nexus looks him over. "Maybe Serf."
"eh, not really to be honest"
"King's are full of themselves, Emperors are idiots"
Winter screams in fury, "That is it, no one here is a friend, commencing purge!" (wait, am the only one rping seriously?)
"But can't a lord also be that way?" Cronk asks.
"Most people with power are that way"
Winter spreads his arms wide and a large scale explosion knocks everyone to the ground, Winter creates a vortex in the center and disappears inside. The vortex closes and a different figure is standing there, an average teenager, around 17. He waves, "Hiya, I'm Winter"
"We should kill him," Cronk states.
"What? What did I do? Wait, did the Winter unit in this sector malfunction?"
"I like killing. It's in my job description-- I mean, it's a, er, hobby of mine." Vivel shrugs, simulating an eye twitch by lowering the brightness of his optics.
"Probably I dunno"
"Let's kill Winter then," Cronk says with a nod.
"Hiya." Maen fires a kick at winters face
"Hey! I'm just a regular dude, what did I do?"