“Oh, you’ve done sh!t like that too? Heh, that’s funny.” Ghast replies, chuckling.

“Underestimating me has costed thousands of my opponents their lives. I’m not your average ‘monster’.” Ghast corrects.

“What do you mean ‘meh’?” Ghast replies, angrily.

“Well huh.” Ghast mutters to himself, crossing hsi arms in boredom.

“Um, okay?” Ghast says, shrugging.

“Oh, it does. Paired with my dark energy powers and shapeshifting ability, I’m one tough dude to beat.”

“Ah.” Ghast simply replies. “Weight isn’t really an issue for me, I’m almost weightless.”

“The name’s Ghast. But hey, even breaking sound is impressive when you’re wearing… What is that? 5 Tons of metal?” Ghast replies.

Ghast*

*He must be strong if he can withstand the armor’s weight, but his speed is probably sh!tty.* Gahst thinks, looking at the armored guy.

Ghast looks around at the room. *Well, these are some… Interesting guys…* He thinks to himself.

“Alright, if you say so.” Ghast says, shrugging. *Well, sounds like I’m heading into another fight. Man, is that all my life has come to now? Fighting non-stop?* He thinks, mentally frowning since he has no mouth.

Ghast looks up. “Oh, I’m … Sorry to hear that.”
Normally, empathy wasn’t his strong suit. But, having recently experienced love, he’d learned to be a little nicer to people.

“That’s because I’m basically MADE of darkness. Due to being in control, I’m massively formidable.” Ghast explains.