#bro02

        What an absolutely wonderful sight for sore sugary eyes! Why if it wasn’t future!alternate!orwhatever!Dirk! What a perfect chance. A perfect  pe̜r̩̯f̮̬ͅe̩͇̲̯ͅc̙̘͞t̺̬͍͓ opportunity! Wow! 

        The girl floated her way over to him, their immediate surroundings changing to a more rainbow infected landscape.

A rift filled their sky, a mirror universe to their own. He is no stranger to alternate universes or timelines colliding to meet, but seeing it this up close and personal is a little overwhelming to see. The call to war is no less familiar as the concept and reality of different planes of existence, and it’s one that Davesprite accepts bitterly.

For a brief moment, he had thought his fight had been over. He had been dead, deceased. Bought the farm and was never gonna come back. The feel of smooth metal sliding out of his chest isn’t something he welcomes, nor is the splatter of bright yellow blood that he flicks off of the blade and onto the pavement below. A deep breath before he took off into the air to take care of business.

The sheer chaos that fills the air is dizzying. The earsplitting sound of gunfire and other telltale signs of war were all around him. Shells and stray shots from pistols below whiz past as he flies through the chaos; a few stray shells phase through the wispy sprite trail that follows behind him, but don’t come close to hitting his actual corporeal form. 

Those who fall from portals that the bird sprite can see were cut down almost immediately, staining a silver blade and the ground beneath their corpses with sanguine. Killing; it wasn’t something he was particularly used to, but now was not the time for regrets over lost lives innocent or now. There would be time after.. but... A familiar figure caught his eye, fighting. This displayed was unique in itself, something that he had only seen in one other person before: Bro. But...

That wasn’t Bro. The differences, however slight they were, were apparent at upon a closer look. Teeth grit together, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade tightly as he vocalized his clear displeasure towards the look-a-like. Other Daves, he could handle, but a copycat of his brother just rubbed him the wrong way.