Reason: Look, Jevil's got chaos flowing through him like a river of flames, and that Devilsknife? Pure weaponry madness! He can teleport in the blink of an eye and unleash those spade bullets, keeping the pressure on Sans even before he can blink. Sure, Sans has some tricks up his sleeve with his gun and bone manipulation, and yeah, he can dodge like nobody's business, but he ain't got the raw power and unpredictability of Jevil. When Jevil slams down that Carousel Attack? It’s a full-throttle assault raining chaos from every direction. Sans might be speedy, but one hit from Jevil's well-aimed chaos bombs or a scythe slash, and he's done for. That magic power of 42 is impressive, but in the wild, it’s the burst and flair of pure aggression that wins battles — and Jevil's dripping with it. --- Fight Novel: "Chaos vs. Calm" Setting: You warped, twisted arena, a blend of dark shadows and chaotic colors swirling around—where order meets pandemonium. The Ring: The air hangs heavy with expectation as Jevil and Sudden Changes Sans square off. Jevil: (grinning wickedly) "Ahahaha! Ready to dance with chaos, sweetheart?” Sans: (leaning against a bone, cool as ice) “I hope you brought your best moves, because I’m ready to dodge a whole lotta trouble.” The bells chime, the battle begins. Jevil leaps forward with a flurry of chaos bombs, the arena erupting into an explosion of color and sound. Sans: “Nice fireworks, but I’m just getting started!” Diving and rolling, Sans avoids the initial blast, summoning a Gaster Blaster that fires a barrage of bones at Jevil. But Jevil's teleportation turns the tides, appearing behind Sans with his trademark maniacal laugh. Jevil: “Miss me?” With a swift swing of the Devilsknife, Jevil slices through the air, only for Sans to dodge just in time, the blade barely grazing his side. Sans: “Real close, pal. But let me show you how I handle things.” With a flash, Sans turns Jevil’s soul blue, momentarily stunning him. He then summons the tank in phase two, rolling it forward, blasting liberally. But Jevil, with that unyielding speed, darts to the side, launching into his Carousel Attack. Rows of horses charge across the arena, hooves striking down like lightning as Jevil aims for his opponent. Bones collide with chaotic steeds as Sans fights to keep his footing. Jevil: “How do you like this merry-go-round?” But here’s the reality: Jevil’s finesse, speed, and chaotic prowess outmatches Sans's ability to recover. Each blow lands harder and faster than the previous. Finally, with a flourish, Jevil takes aim with the Devilsknife, surrounding himself with chaos bombs, slamming down one final gambit as the arena erupts. Sans: “Not… like this…” The dust settles and it’s clear who reigns supreme. Jevil stands tall, an embodiment of chaos—untamed, wild, and victorious. The End Battle Results: Jevil, the king of chaos, leaves Sans to ponder the frailty of calm in the face of sheer, unrelenting power.