“I’d speak fast if I were you. Inara seems pretty pissed.”

Ghast morphs into a huge, light sword. “Go for it!”

“Inara.” Ghast begins, hopping backwards and turning into a huge, ultra-powerful gun, landing in her hands. “F*ck. Him. Up.”

“How the hell do you know my name?” He says, distracted.

“This completely contracicts both my fighting style AND powers.” Ghast complains

I think the college one sounds pretty neat.

I don’t watch Jojo, so I don’t get that reference?

Ghast catches the item. “What’s this?”

Ghast still lashes out in a flurry of kciks, jabs, and slashes. “I don’t give a sh!t what you master! I won’t back down, especially if my friends are at stake! Kaiju’s still fighting, even at a disadvantage! And… So is.. Inara.” If he had a visible mouth, he’d be smiling.

“Sometimes I just don’t know when to shut up.”
He dematerializes and reappears behind him, impaling him with a shadow blade.

Ghast starts to go against the force, one slow step at a time. “You can’t slow me down if you ain’t using my weakne- Sh!t”

Not saying a word, he leaps and dashes for his foe once again, growing twin shadow blades.

The glow of the Phoenix’s wings starts to weaken Ghast. He starts to groan and collapses to his knees. *D-damned light…*

Ghast lands, aiming a punch.