Broske flies into a rage. "HOW DARE~ YOU TAKE~ THAT FORM!?...~ YOU'RE~ NOTHING BUT A DAMNE~D IMPOSTE~R!...~ LEVEL 9001 GE~ THE FUCK OUT-TECHNIQUE~!...~ BRAVE~ BLADE~!...~"
The two knives suddenly have enormous blades of wind coming from them. Broske leaps into the air and launches himself at his foe, the giant blades of wind howling with the intense speed.