*Shaern and Sonia look at each other, nodding*
Together: Cause he's more interesting than anything else we've seen.
Shaern: He maybe egotistical, but I'll be damned if he doesn't know how to find trouble.
Sonia: He shuts Blade up rather well, something no one else we know can do.
Shaern: Explosions follow in his wake
Sonia: And after, silence like no other. In general, he's fun to be around.
Shaern: That and with him, you are his ally or enemy. Seeing as he has fought and beaten the strongest around, we don't exactly want to wind up in a medi-vac.
Sonia: Yeah...Blade still has scars from the last time he tried to challenge him. So, yeah, fun and fear would be a good summary.
Shaern: Meh, I could probably take him.
Sonia: As long as your body is partially metal, you wouldn't stand a chance, and you know it.
*Shaern sulks in agreement*
*Ynot is escorted into a large circular sand pit, with rows of seats circling it*
Ynot: You wish to fight me in front of a crowd? Okay then, I shall take your ring, AND your dignity.
*A large imposing figure steps out from a shaded throne, he is easily 9 feet tall, and four wide. His hair is long, tinted the shade of blood, his eyes matching. His face is long and narrow, his brow is vexed. He wears a dark red latex suit, with black highlights and a circular symbol on his chest, a circle with a vertical line flanking it on each side*
Lantern champion: You are the one who challenges me, Drak'tor?
Ynot: Let me put it to you this way...
*Draws ka-Oni-Santsu, releasing it to the Chain Blades form, tossing one into Drak'tor's shoulder, pulling him into the arena*
Ynot: What would you prefer, a Tango, Waltz, perhaps a simple Cha-cha Slide?
*Drak'tor sends a large red fist at Ynot, who side steps it*
Ynot: Tsk tsk, going to have to try a LOT harder than that.
*Lunges with a claymore, Ynot leaps up and stands on the blade*
Ynot: Oh come ON, you are the STRONGEST the lanterns of RAGE have to offer?
*Drak'tor takes a step back and manifests a giant chainsaw, charging the cocky Makuta once again.
Drak'tor: ALL THE OTHER CORPS WITH THE PUMPED UP RINGS, BETTER RUN, BETTER RUN, OUT RUN MY CHAINSAW!!!!
*Ynot tosses one of the Chainblades at the saw, knocking it Skyward*
Ynot: Malcolm trying to solve all his problems with a chainsaw? Not gonna work.
*Drak'tor charges at the provocation*
Drak'Tor: WHO THE HELL IS MALCOLM!?!?!?!?
*Ynot sidesteps, letting the saw sink into a wall*
Ynot: Oh give UP already!