“No chance, mister Frankenstein. ‘S monster. I’m not done with you yet.”

He flung his arms back, and it only annoyed the Warlord to see three metal claws appear from each gauntlet.

“Alright, what is it with you and these ridiculous movie references?!?”

“Hey, the Wizard of Oz was originally a book! L. Frank Baum!”

“The Matrix? X-men?”

“OK, I’ll give you those. But this free sponsor is entirely business.”

He raised his hands and the claws shot out.

“Haven’t we been over this? I won’t d-”

But he couldn’t finish. The claws fired through his clothes, lifting him up into the air, flipping him, and pinning him into the ground. It was all he could do to keep a grip on his guns.

Maxi withdrew his immaculate twin blades, flourishing them with a few twirls and swirls. Done with the showboating, he began to advance on the Warlord.