"Chickening out already?" Aaron teased, his voice dripping with lazy amusement.
He held Draxcalibur loosely in one hand, the fused sword's gray hilt gleaming faintly in the void's dim light.
"Don't be cocky," X warned. Forced to abandon his throne for the first time, he decided to take the fight seriously.
His mechanical frame hummed with escalating power.
The throne disassembled in a whirl of shifting parts.
It reassembled around him, fusing seamlessly into a sleek armor form that encased his body in layers of reinforced alloy and glowing energy fields.
"Hey," Baal called out after finally consolidating his stolen strength.
Waves of dark power rippled through him, making his form seem larger and more imposing. "Let's attack him together."
He moved to stand beside X, offering his aid with a calculating glint in his eyes.
"I don't need your help, you scamming demon," X refused flatly, his voice a cold monotone.
