*Snaps wooden spoon in half, starting monsoon*

Are you sure that I am the one that will die?

@~@

*Flys up higher*

Stay AWAY from meh....

*attacks*

Yeep *Hides under random bush* Hahaha I have become one with the fire foliage

*Starts hovering midair*

I don't think so

*stares at Wildfell*

preparate para morir

... :( I have to go be back soon so I can enjoy da chaos.

How did I end up in the middle of this chaos? Haha everyone can fly except me technically haha

i can fly....

Pronto llegará el momento, siempre y cuando ninguna de las máscaras obtenga sus propios cuerpos separados. Dime, Konda, ¿qué harías con un enemigo que no puede morir?

(Translation: The time will soon come, as long as none of the masks get their own separate bodies. Tell me, Konda, what would you do with an enemy that cannot die?)