“Well boys, I think Galvy here needs a lesson in manners.” Said Line.
Galvatron notices Line’s damaged hand.
“Tell me. How did that come to be?”
“Nice try, I don’t bow to you or anyone.”
“And what of your eye?”
He asked Hook.
“By the looks of it, you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”
“That may be, but we’re more than ready enough to take on a spoiled brat like you.” Said Sinker.
“Is that a challenge I hear? Very well. Come on big man. Take me down. See what you can do.”
“No, you come to us. You want us to do your dirty work, come make us do it.”
“Sigh If you insist.”
He calmly walks to them.
“And?”
“So you want me to make the first move?”
“Well it’s you who wants us to do your Dirty work, I don’t see why we have to do anything.”
“Alright. But before we begin, I just want to say that I did warn you.”
He moved behind Line with blinding speed. Before any of them could react, he had his hand on Line’s shoulder, and squeezed. The pain was excruciating.
OOC: Uh, no, we aren’t playing that game.
IC: Line Teleported out of the way.
OOC: What game? He’s stronger than they are. That’s a fact.
IC: “Alright. You’re fast. I’ll give you that. Now its your turn.”
OOC: The game were you do crap like too fast to react, I’m not going along with that junk.
OOC: Alright. That’s fine.
IC: “Well? Are you going to attack me or not?”
He said, sounding impatient.
“Again, we don’t obey you, you have to come make us.”
“Alright. Now I’m confused. I thought you where challenging me to a fight? Now, I’m all for that, but if your going to waste my time, then I can just end you and get it over with.”
“You’re the one wasting our time. You think you’re in charge, make us obey you.”
“So if I get this right, you want me to try to kick your a**, and you’re not going to fight back? Well I’ll be. Is it really my birthday already?”