Keenst was beginning to enjoy himself, his body picked up off the ground, much like Sans saw the night previous, as shadows began to whip everything up around him, drow, dirt, his own daggers and needles, into a windstorm of shadows and metal, flying around like teeth as it began to consume body, after body of Drow, screaming and gagging on their own blood, a laugh could be heard from Keenst, but it wasn't keenst.<i><b> HIT ME! FIGHT ME! GIVE ME A HUG!  HaHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA  mmmmm Tasty. </b></i>And Keenst continued, Taking in eveything he flew against, just buzzing their bodies to nothing like a  tornado of metal and fury.<br/><br/>He moved to Undyne's group, landing out of his shadows, like short little shadow ball of damage as the short swords were drawn. He crouched low to the ground, his left leg shooting out to catch his balance. The once 5 foot man was down to almost two and half, before he sprung forward in a spiral, twisting and flying through the air as he did, blades out and slashing into them as he passed through the group.