*As Philip charged up, an incoming projectile obliterated his arm and he was sent tumbling to the edge of the floor!*
*The inquisitor stood over Philip.*
This is where your story ends, my Cream is unbeatable.
*something grasped onto Philips greatsword, he couldnt strike the inquisitor..*
You dont know, do you? CREAM!
*A..spirit or something.. swung its hand down and ran through Philips torso!*
You, were not invited to this table.
[Philip raises the blade of his EGO up, pointing it at the inquisitor.]
[In an instant, the inquisitors armour is melted through by the heat, as Philip cleaves right through him.]
"YO KCR! HIT US WITH THE THINGAMAJIG IN OUR POCKET HURRY!" -Brain Number 2
. . . Aw fuck alright what's happenin?
"You almost went psycho and TAKES ALL OF US WITH YOU" -Brain Number 10
Man I did? That sucks, anyways seems like you people are our opponents so "prepare thyself!"