....But not with Stormy. Knave stood there, hands outstretched as if to block, as the sword cleaved a line across his chest, Beerus having tried to change his strike at the last minute. Blood quickly burst from the wound, and the marimo lad stumbled, regaining his balance. “Bastard,” Beerus growled, beginning to remove his sword. “KNAVE!” Stormy yelled, throwing her arm out as if to catch him. “What?!” Beerus asked, panic filling his eyes, “no, no-” “I told you,” Knave began, heat and kinetic energy covering his fist, “bastards like you...” A massive explosion enveloped them. “Oh dear.”