[A pity he never got the tutorial on pressing [x] to skip dialogue, 'cause they're rattling off an awful lotta things he don't care to bother to consider. Overconfident little brat. Yeah. That'll be their ruin.
The instant they shoot forward, Sans ain't there anymore. In fact he's...wait. He's not behind 'em either? Where'd he go, exactly?
Look up, kid.
Time to wake up and smell the pain.
Sans stands on the nearest roof overlooking the playing field, eyeing the kid languidly. That's their big ol' weakness, see, their proverbial Achilles' Heel. They're a close combat kinda kid, and the quickest way to cut out the middle man is to simply not place yourself in harm's way.
But hey, while they're there - he lays out a full round of Blasters, a couple circles of 'em, soaked to bursting with KR as their great maws stretch wide, warming the charge and hum of crackling energy.
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The instant they shoot forward, Sans ain't there anymore. In fact he's...wait. He's not behind 'em either? Where'd he go, exactly?
Look up, kid.
Time to wake up and smell the pain.
Sans stands on the nearest roof overlooking the playing field, eyeing the kid languidly. That's their big ol' weakness, see, their proverbial Achilles' Heel. They're a close combat kinda kid, and the quickest way to cut out the middle man is to simply not place yourself in harm's way.
But hey, while they're there - he lays out a full round of Blasters, a couple circles of 'em, soaked to bursting with KR as their great maws stretch wide, warming the charge and hum of crackling energy.
He don't deal one damage a frame anymore.
He never really stopped playing dirty.]