Shinji: ....

Rorke: *grins under my helmet*
 You're done for, shinji.


*the large weapon on the ship charges up*

Rorke: checkmate.

Shinji: .... heheh... heheheheh..

Rorke: *reaises an eyebrow*

Shinji: *starts laughing hysterically*

Rorke: ....?


Shinji: ah... you're so fucking dead.


*an eruption of power so violent it shaters dimensional barriers eminates from me, and my armor becomes warped by it,falling off as new armor takes its place, and the Wheel Of Fate forms in my hands*


Shinji: you threaten my home. My government. My people. And you finally have the nerve to say you did it all just so you could 'capture' me? Wow... and I considered you a rival.

*the Wheel Of Fate glows a dark red, and I release it, and it begins to spin aggressively, becoming a red energy blur*