Galaxy found himself in the thick of a situation he'd much rather not be part of. From his point of view, this whole confrontation was a bore, another hassle thrown at him because, well, "why not." As he stood facing Strange, Flippy, and Cherry, he couldn't help but feel like the universe was putting him through an unnecessary trial. When Strange angrily demanded to know why he was interfering, Galaxy shrugged with a smirk, responding, "Because I can."
In Galaxy's mind, the world was his playground. He believed in the strength of freedom—its infinite possibilities and untouchable nature made it the greatest strength of all. He despised those who sought to restrict it, to shackle others and control their fates. To Galaxy, people like Strange were scum, thieves of the most valuable gift—freedom.
With a casual wave of his hand, Galaxy summoned a series of glowing stars that orbited around them. The confined space of the building was far too cramped for what was about to go down. With a swift leap, Galaxy launched himself out of the building, only to be greeted by Cherry, who was ready to pounce.
Cherry wasted no time, rushing at Galaxy with precision strikes. He tried to counter, but her close combat prowess was far beyond his. Inexperienced in hand-to-hand combat, Galaxy found himself on the defensive, each of her blows knocking him further off balance. Before he knew it, he hit the pavement hard.
Then, out of nowhere, three figures flanked him, surrounding him with Strange at the center. The assault intensified. Cherry and Flippy were relentless, and Strange's bizarre ability to seemingly create extra versions of himself only made things worse. Galaxy fought back, but for every attack he dodged or blocked, another hit found its mark. "How are you doing that?" Galaxy demanded between heavy breaths, eyes narrowing at Strange.
Strange, with a sly grin, simply said, "I can make extra versions of myself. Isn't it obvious?"Galaxy could tell he was lying, but the relentless barrage from Flippy and Cherry left no time for further questions. Flippy's abilities were tied to sound, manipulating the environment through music. The pressure around Galaxy intensified as Flippy altered the gravity, pulling Galaxy's movements into slow, deliberate motions. Cherry used this to her advantage, landing a crushing hit that sent him stumbling.
In the middle of the chaos, Galaxy's frustration boiled over. His mind raced, thinking of a way to break the cycle of attacks. As the others closed in on him again, he summoned his strength, forcing energy into his arms. Bright, fiery stars formed along his forearms, shaping themselves into blades of light.
With a defiant roar, Galaxy surged forward, swinging the star blades with deadly precision. The onslaught came to a sudden halt as the enemies were forced to retreat, caught off guard by the intensity of his counterattack. Galaxy smirked, watching them scramble to recover. "You really needed all of you just to deal with me?" Galaxy taunted, laughter escaping his lips. "You're all clowns, really. This is the best YUGEN can throw at me?"
Strange, now visibly irritated, lunged at Galaxy in a burst of speed, but before his attack could connect, a knife sliced through the air, intercepting the rush. The knife shimmered for a brief moment before shifting into the form of a person. Brown hair, one eye covered, and a serious expression, the man looked every bit as sharp as his blade. His mouth was hidden behind a mask, and his uniform mirrored Galaxy's refined, butler-like attire.
"Took you long enough," Galaxy muttered, clearly amused.
