"Don't you preach of Plotblades to me. I was there when they were made. Some might say I was the one to make them! I told you: I will Cleanse the world and that starts with you. Have at thee!"
He raised his Blades. His Luxblade shed brilliant light all around, purifying the ground on which they stood, restoring it to it's former glory. Vengeance glowed darkly, matching Platypus' eyes.
Just cause it's not true doesn't mean people wouldn't say it
"Easy?" He scoffed. "Never! But I never think anything will be easy. And if your weapons can't do much of significance to me, that's quite unlucky for you."
As he was speaking, he jumped over the General, Blade flashing in an arc to attack her, and they shifted to an old battlefield. One who had seen much of TLT might recognize it as the arena where Platypus had fought Subversion, and later, Nameless.
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Zanitar recalled his Brightwield to his hand. As it arrived, the shift occurred, taking the General, Hacob, and himself to a new area. Why did Hacob take us here? Oh. That's probably why, isn't it?