"I wouldn't be too worried about our lord being overpowered by some cheap knock-off of a real Kaijin Lord," Nepherage reassured the girls. "Besides, push comes to shove, he can use our moves to compensate."
"Huh?"
"But you guys are stuck here, so how can he…"
"Nepherage mis-spoke," Razorstella interjected. "Or at least, she failed to elaborate. The long and short of it is that the director there had been training for this kind of scenario, where we can't help him. He won't hit as hard as when we're in the seat and providing the power, but hey, if the punch hurts…"
"To be fair, this is purely hypothetical," Screamira added. "I don't think muscle memory works in the way the director thinks it works."
"Says the girl made of bones."
"Oh...muscle memory?"
…
Swish, clang!
"Ha!"
Swish, thud!
"Dammit!"
Swish,fwack!
"How are you doing that?!"
