"So you wish to die! Come one, come all! I will grant you your wishes!" Bison scoffed, still crossing his arms.
"Go!" T'syai roared enthusiastically, yet he remained unmoved.
"Go!" Rufus roared with might, yet he, too, remained stationary.
"Come now, instead of becoming the circus itself, perhaps you two clowns could stop jesting around?" Abel sneered when the two Valsalrian leaders remained rooted to the ground. That being said, Abel himself was also guilty of not attacking. However, he was wise enough not to do so. If he had pounced on Bison, he would have faced him alone and perished like common fodder.
T'syai clicked his tongue begrudgingly and exchanged looks with Rufus. No matter how cunning a schemer he was, he understood that without him actually fighting together with the other two, defeating Bison would be a pipe dream. No one wanted to be the first to fall but if this went on, Bison would remain victorious.
