Ghast does a reluctant sigh. “Warox, there’s only one way we even have a CHANCE at killing this guy,” He begins. “We fuse.”

“Kaiju is a demigod, why do people not get that.” He sighs. “I’ve fougth a few gods in my day. (counting the evnts of that story thing i’m animating for my friends that I told you about.) I’ve fought my friend Drayus’s brother- Draku. I’ve also fought beings like Blaeder. Draku is the one who killed me, though.”

“Look, the last few times I’ve fought gods, it didn’t turn out well. Hell, one of those times, I DIED. LIKE, ALL THE WAY… DIED.”

That statement hits Ghast hard. “… You’re kidding… A GOD?!”

“Something needs destroyed? Seems like my cup ‘a tea.”

“So now what?” Ghast coldly asks Warox.

“I could’ve sensed the similar bloodline when I peered into your soul. We’re not related. But fine, I’ll help you if it means getting back to MY timeline.”

“This doesn’t give me a valid reason to help you, a$$hat.” He growls.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Ugh, this freaking sucks..” He says, panting.

“Well, this is just great.” He says sarcastically.

Ghast sighs. “Welp, Time to bust some heads.”

“Well huh. Just keep in mind that if this doesn’t help me survive, I’m skinning you.” He jokes.

Ghast sighs. “Fine.”

“My powers involve being flexible at all times, and armor won’t help. I’m good.” Ghast states. “Also, I have nothing to ‘drain’, I have no bodily fluids or anything.”