Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20200130074858/@comment-36159587-20200202190610

Galaxian only sped up. He wasn't too concerned with becoming acquainted with a mercenary god at the moment. His right hand fiddled with his belt to open a latch. The life god gritted his teeth as he swung from the ceiling, pivoting, gaining momentum to swing himself far enough to the proximity of the throne room. If anyone got in his way, he'd calculated enough to make sure his momentum and kinetic movement was far more than enough to ensure that they'd get knocked over like bowling pins. Having timed it after the switching of the rooms, he was to make sure that Daxtrus didn't switch a position.