#condy event

Either he’d been losing balance, or the idea of sliding off his spot and slamming into the ground knees first might have seemed cool in some fashion. A small radius of gravel crumbles under his weight, leaving his first manner of business to clearing away the rubble from his knees. By now, the three robots were drawing near--and if he wanted this to properly work without it becoming a failure, he’d have to speak fast. 

Was anyone even witnessing this act...? Gods... he hoped so.

“ From now until you’re all turned into dust--or rust--I hereby declare that every last one of you be destroyed for ignoring your TRUE King! Let the three of you be an example of what I, King Knight, royal member of the Order of No Quarter have to offer--!! ”

Words had to be spoken quickly before the first lunging strike got to him. Green eyes examined every motion, flickering left to right, all hesitation made to swiftly block the oncoming strike against his scepter’s rod--from there, it slowly became like clockwork. 

He’d been accustomed to fighting one on one--though his time spent in Hive City admittedly left him a little rusty with his movements. Bringing his scepter to his side, a swift strike is quickly followed up by a kick to the jaw, putting all strength into forcing it downward for his heel to dig down--the combined weight of himself and gold wears being more than enough to turn metal into a mix of wires and gravel. Unfortunately, with his heel stuck inside the mechanic-beings head, he barely had enough time to soften the blow brought upon the next racing robot.

Knocked to the ground, he uses his other foot to kick himself free, scrambling to run back and leave distance between him and the remaining three. Ideas raced in his head, but none enough to stick or even compete with the one he had in mind. While the second rushed in with the final following suit, King Knight broke into a sprint, noting the decreased speed and lack of jumping height he was capable of doing.

Despite these limitations, it was enough momentum for his scepter to cause enough damage to the chest of the second, and as he’d done so many times before in Pridemoor, a leap back to assess the situation. The second was downed for a moment, and the third racing past.Taking a moment to still himself, King Knight placed his scepter back into inventory, waiting to soften the oncoming strike from behind his cape--and another--and a third, all taken until there was a chance to tackle it downwards and race to his feet.

With a surprising amount of strength for a man his size, King Knight grasped it’s leg, digging his heel yet again into the stomach of the third. It took some straining to separate leg from body--a spew of black liquid staining his face and chest, and yet not a single reaction was made. Why he decided a leg was more suitable to swing than a scepter was left unanswered. As soon as the recovering second had gotten close enough, all force went into smacking it on the underside of it’s chin, leaving both incapacitated close to one another.

“ --And now for the grand finale. Pause for effect... ”

Was anyone still watching? They best be. This was going to look so cool--at least he thought it to be. After all, grasping hold of the second robot and using it as a means to slam down body on body until both were unrecognizable messes seemed pretty dang cool. One more slam downwards leaves him nearly breathless--but there was still one last thing to do!

A leap backwards, hand raised, no fanfare playing, but the missing confetti from before suddenly seemed to show, falling downwards in such a slow fashion as though time itself had nearly stopped all for this.

Heavy pants made his chest rise and fall--hidden under the gilded chest guard he wore. Green eyes hastened--scanning every area he could see in his field of view.