J-JUST
(screaming with an effeminate voice)
JUST… WHO THE HELL… DO YOU THINK I AM?!

Kratos does not flinch. He does not rise to meet the tantrum. He merely breathes—measured, controlled. His flesh bears no wound. His eyes, steady and regal, watch the Dekuesque snowflake with something approaching pity.

Kratos
(somber)
I can tell you are insecure because you are a cuck. Stop this fight, there is no need for unnecessary violence.

Simon’s Kamina mech charges, each footfall shaking the dirt like drums of war. But The god of hope does not move. Instead, he stands, as if in prayer—or judgment.

With deliberate grace, he readies himself, a punch capable of destroy outerverses.

Simon lunges.

Kratos waits.

And when Simon is but a breath away—
Kratos turns his Strikes the Mech.

The punch shatters Gurren Lagann like glass, impaling Cucky Simon into the ground. The miner freezes mid-air, pain, confusion and terror flashing across his face. His drills, once unstoppable, tremble uselessly in the air. Kratos kneels above, Looks down at Simon, as Simon whimpers in pain, begging unintelligently for mercy.

Kratos rises, steady and calm, leaving Simon alone because he is a hero that does not kill when deemed unnecessary.

Kratos
(soft, solemn)
You are a monster no longer.

Then suddenly Yoko and Nia come out seeing a superior male. Then Simon collapses, silently, eyes wide not in rage—but in awe at the mercy of Big Bro Kratos.

Kratos kindly allows Simon to watch what he does with the girls.

Kratos withdraws with the girls and looks skyward. A cold wind stirs around him, and the battlefield falls quiet.

Only stillness.

A Hero stands alone—unmoved, unshaken, inspiring a world of better men.