[The antenna on his head rises by itself and points towards Kefka's direction, firing a stream of pink electricity at him. It seems weak, but deceptively so.]
[Thanks to his time as a Champion of Chaos, he's more than versed in not judging attack strength from appearance, he just does a little pirouette to the side, throwing a couple balls of fire curving at odd angles through the air.]
[The attack continues on by itself, eventually hitting a rock behind Kefka in whatever indeterminate location D_M finds itself set in. The rock isn't damaged at all, rather...it appears to be made completely out of chocolate now.
Once one of the fireballs is within range, he swings his fist at it in an attempt to deflect it, but it's not like any attack he's used to, and it burns his hand following the attempt. He snarls, dodging the others to avoid getting burned again.]
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And spongy too~! Like a giant rubber band~!
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Don't touch me.
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What's with the thingy on your head though? Seems... out of place really.
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He twists his upper body to face the one behind him, narrowing his eyes further.]
How would you like to find out.
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Oho~! I like where this is going.
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[The antenna on his head rises by itself and points towards Kefka's direction, firing a stream of pink electricity at him. It seems weak, but deceptively so.]
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I knew this was gonna be fun!
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Once one of the fireballs is within range, he swings his fist at it in an attempt to deflect it, but it's not like any attack he's used to, and it burns his hand following the attempt. He snarls, dodging the others to avoid getting burned again.]
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Me too! You think there's any cake around here?
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That or it just looks way too similar to his former self, all round and puffy.
He crouches down in front of Kirby, giving him a curious jab in the forehead with his hand.]
Cake?
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1/2
He stares at it for a moment before snatching a handful of peanuts, shoving all of them(and his fist too, partially) into his mouth.]
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More partial towards sweets, this guy here...]
DISGUSTING!
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Dumbo started picking up the rejected peanuts to return them to his hat, trying to think of things that wouldn't be disgusting.]
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