'Oh balls, that's a fucking World Class aether art, isn't it?'
'Oh fuck me sideways.'
=Relax milord, you have a World Class aether art on your side too, remember?=
'Oh, right...wait, I'm not even sure grandpa mastered that art yet!'
'I mean sure, but what does that...oh. Oh shit.'
=As Pathos would say, this next part will be "fucking hilarious".=
'Oh right. Hurricroak, andale!'
[Si, maestro.]
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Out of the corner of Zhen Shi's eye, he could see that his grandson and his other puppet(?) had finally made themselves scarce when Harold started charging up his attack.
