This battle begins with Prowler making his entrance, jet boots blazing and claws glinting in the light. As he swoops in, his mesmerizing purple suit creates a sight to behold. He charges at Sans, claws at the ready, relying on his Battle IQ which clocks in at a solid 100. While Sans may be laid back, this isn’t a crouch-and-chill kind of showdown. Prowler slams down with a mighty force, but Sans, being his lazy self, just teleports out of reach and throws a cheesy pun that could make anyone chuckle. But Prowler ain’t falling for the joke, he's zeroed in on the game. In the second round, Prowler continues the offensive. He unleashes a flurry of aerial spins with his jet boots, clawing through the air. In a calculated strike, he uses thermal vision to anticipate Sans' movements. Sans rolls his eyes, dodging yet again, but here’s the kicker: Prowler also has that mechanical intelligence. He predicts Sans’ next move—the teleport. As Sans reappears, Prowler is ready, closing the gap fast. He slashes at the very moment Sans thought he’d escape. The skeletal dude laughs, but it’s more of a nervous chuckle now. By the third exchange, the crowd is on the edge of their seats. Sans fires off a couple more puns in a last-ditch effort to distract Prowler, but our purple-clawed hero isn’t phased. He pieced together that Sans’ humor is just a shield, a barrier. Prowler engages his jets for maximum speed, leaping over to gain higher ground, then diving down with targeted ferocity. Sans dodges with his signature lazy ease once more, but this time, the momentum shifts against him. The combination of speed and tactical foresight had Prowler closing in like a hawk in the sky. As they enter the final showdown, Sans, trying to maintain his chill, underestimates Prowler’s resilience. He throws out one last pun about ketchup, thinking it'll lighten the mood. But Prowler, fueled by determination and the promise of victory, zooms upwards, bypassing Sans' attempts to get under his skin. He makes grape-themed puns to further distract—the pun master isn't cracking him this time. With an unfathomable swiftness of his mechanical gloves, Prowler strikes true, landing a hit that sends Sans sprawling backwards and crashing down. In the end, Prowler emerges victorious, having outsmarted and outmaneuvered Sans at every turn. The combination of his tactical prowess and heavy power outclassed the typically unbothered skeleton. Prowler proved that sometimes it takes more than just humor and dodging to win a fight. You step into the ring expecting a joke, and you get a punchline you didn’t see coming!