Carmine “NO ESCAPE!” Primeさんのイラストまとめ

@SpiritedRobot >

“ G R I N D ! ! ! ! ! “

All hell broke loose right then and there, it seemed. The pair were at the center of all the blood, mist and liquid, and it all came to life. It wasn’t a slow thing. It was horrifyingly quick to start, and cruelly long to finish.

The arena filled up->

“How many girls do you need to have that other stuff?”

See, like, he could get behind wanting most of that (even if he wouldn’t say it) but the girls talk totally ruined it. Also love. But he was ignoring that because he knew he was biased. https://t.co/hwcDlZgKWq

@SpiritedRobot >miss Carmine’s feet! He’d leapt upward, arms raised and looking down on her with a scowl. And just as the blood fog that had approached reached her, she heard one word.

“Garbage.”

His arms flung down, blood fog surrounded her, and a few blood spikes shot directly down at the->

@SpiritedRobot Carmine was done talking.

Labrys was clearly not, and that was an issue.

“…ding my friends and family,” she said. “You’ll never win agai-“

Carmine clenched his fist, and blood burst into being from the ground below the robot, surrounding her, encasing her, and solidifying. ->

@SpiritedRobot >and locking this fight back to the ground.

“ Y o u . . . “

Not even the roar of fury from before could match this kind of anger.

“You don’t know anything about what you just did. That’s the only reason you’re going to survive, Terminator. You’ll survive.”

Was… that a hint->

@SpiritedRobot >that. But enough about what had already happened. Carmine had enough of the monologuing. Without so much as interrupting his attempted dancing, his left arm clenched and he flicked it upward.

“Tsukiagero!”

Directly below Labrys’ feet while she rambled about where she got the->

Nah. Just means I expect nothing but filth out of you and don’t care if you prove me wrong. Bye. https://t.co/SqL3Vql2j1

@SpiritedRobot >what else to do. Sure as hell not take the first move and get fucking pirouette kicked with a rocket foot or something.

So he danced. In his undies. Defiantly. And it was as weird as it sounds.

Image so nice, I’m using it twice.

[#PHANFIGHT3]

@SpiritedRobot >much effort into this to back down.

“FINE! Fine! I don’t give a shit how much that rematch means to you, I’m still gonna crush you!”

And Carmine… started… dancing… too? It was… almost similar to the Kazotsky Kick? Kind of? Seeing a man in naught but boxers and shoes ->

@SpiritedRobot >waned, and Carmine stood in all his boxer-plus-shoes glory. Untouched, still glowing his own shade of blue, and smug… until sight returned, and Carmine’s jaw dropped in pure shock. Why? What had him caught off guard?

Simply put. Him in his underwear wasn’t the silliest thing->