Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190616192849/@comment-36159587-20190618045403

 Probably because Galaxian's eyes were still messed up from having to absorb the cosmic-energy-gone-wrong into his own body. To him, it was kind of like--it looked gray. Somehow. Also known as something glitched.

 He wasn't really sure if this was one of those life-or-death--"if you live, then I forgive you"--kind of matches. But, he always hated those, so he hoped that wasn't true. Instead, he tried fiddling with his other powers, praying they'd be normal.

 Nope.

 The young deity hissed in frustration. If Dairo got struck by that katana again, he wouldn't have the power to be able to take it away again, or even slow it down. Even for an immortal, it would be...it would be a quick end.

 A dimwit Dairo was, but not one who had no hope for reversing that. Galaxian wasn't going to let the brothers kill each other--either one.

 Curse you! he thought to himself, once he realized he was thinking in that direction. He did not plan to make this situation ironic.

 The deity, anxious, watched the fight as he tried to figure out what was going on.