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Reina: (yelling over her shoulder, pointing at Brad) "HEY! Took you long enough! What’d you do, stop for a snack?!"
Brad: (shouting mid-flight) "Sorry, Reina! Traffic was murder! Next time, I’ll just punch the planet to get here faster!"
(Brad crashes into the ground like a meteor, sending a shockwave that knocks over half the enemies. Dust settles as he calmly dusts off his hands.)
Reina: (frowning, hands on her hips) "Could you not create a crater where I’m fighting?! You almost wrecked my glaive!"
Brad: (shrugging, smirking faintly) "If your glaive can’t handle my landing, how’s it supposed to handle actual combat?"
Reina: (brandishing her glaive, growling) "Oh, it handles combat just fine. Wanna find out firsthand?"
Brad: (deadpan, pointing at the remaining enemies) "Maybe save the energy for them? Unless, of course, you want me to handle it while you keep auditioning for the ‘World’s Flashiest Tornado.’"
Reina: (gritting her teeth, twirling the glaive dramatically) "Fine! But don’t just stand there posing like a hero! Do something useful for once!"
Brad: (smirking, cracking his knuckles as the air around him vibrates) "Useful? Alright, but don’t blink. You might miss it."
(Brad punches the air so hard, it sends a shockwave that takes out the remaining enemies in a single hit. Reina stares in disbelief as the dust settles.)
Reina: (flustered, stomping her foot) "SHOW-OFF! You didn’t leave me any!"
Brad: (shrugs casually, grinning) "You told me to be useful. Next time, be more specific."
Reina: (fuming, twirling her glaive again) "I swear, one day, I’m gonna spin this glaive so hard, I’ll launch you into orbit!"
Brad: (walking off, hands in his pockets) "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t trip while trying. I hear space is cold this time of year."
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