"Ah, sorry. I appear to have appeared recently with a fresh case of amnesia, so I couldn't tell you if I wanted to," he paused, "I'm feeling like I might have some magical ability I don't yet know about though."
Fresco throws a few punches and kicks to the air, the silence only broken by the quiet fighting noises he was making while doing it.
Despite the absolutely ridiculous display, it is clear that Fresco could hold his own in hand-to-hand combat.
"The effects on the realms itself is too minute for anyone other than a fully duorealmatic entity to notice, but like I said, not in the coming weeks."
"We shall see."