One General, One Smug Jerk

General Wolfe cracked his knuckles, his mechanical gauntlets hissing with steam.

General Wolfe, grinning: "You rebels are persistent, I'll give you that. But you won't be leaving with that intel."

Finn, sighing: "You're gonna make this difficult, aren't you?"

General Wolfe, mock surprise: "Oh, absolutely."

Liora, grinning as she draws her blades: "I've been waiting for round two, Wolfe."

Zephyria, analyzing: "Those gauntlets amplify his strength. Avoid direct hits."

Ignis, grinning: "OR… we hit him really hard!"

Aurelia, grabbing Ignis: "NO."

Wolfe lunged forward, his gauntlet slamming into the ground, sending out a shockwave that knocked everyone back.

Finn, mid-air: "I ALREADY HATE THIS FIGHT!"