True, unfortunately.

Ooh, Electrik's turn. I'm shortening them quite a bit (sorry guys) but I think this is taking too long. There's more to this story than fighting, y'know!

Electrik eyed the lizard, who eyed him back. He shook his head.
"Whoa, I'm seeing blue everything. Blue Kallein, blue whip, blue lizard, I'm even blue - this is too much."
The lizard blinked, baggled. Electrik grinned at her.
"Too deep for you, huh? Figures. Forget it."
"Make ssensse, sstupid rabbit," she hissed. He snorted.
"I'm stupid? Who can't understand even a simple statement?"
"I - "
"That's right, you. Go away."
"Sshut up. I - "
"Make me," Electrik taunted. "You're too small, aren't you?"
"I?" The lizard, stung, drew herself up to her full, diminutive height. A pair of curved daggers appeared in her clawed hands.
"Violence is bad," Electrik disapproved. "Put those sharp things away before you hurt somebody."
"I will hurt you," she promised. Electrik snorted again.
"I'd like to see you try," he said. She faltered.
"Jusst give me the whip," she said.
Electrik shook his head, no. "Try to take it."
She was quick, very quick. She moved fluidly towards him, intent on removing the whip from his vincinity.
He sighed. This wouldn't be hard at all, hopefully. He wasn't quite as bloodthirsty as Acid, and eventually he tired of zapping people, even Kiyrenin.
However, this time he would make an exception.
The lizard brought her knife up. He flicked the whip on and snapped it at her; she automatically deflected it with her blade and regretted it immediately. Her eyes widened, and Electrik was sure that her metaphorical hair stood on end. She dropped the smoking blade.
"For that, you die," she promised angrily. He grinned cheerfully.
"Again? Why don't you come up with anything new?"
"Why bother when thiss one workss well enough now?" she countered. He conceded the point.
"Good point. But it's so worn out with overuse. Try again."
"I will draw and quarter you with thesse - thiss - dagger," she hissed. He nodded approvingly.
"That's better. Hey, you know the problem with daggers?"
She ducked under the whip and came up, dagger flashing. "What?"
"You have to get in close. You know what the problem is with close quarters?" He grabbed her thin wrist, pressing the tendon until the dagger fell from her nerveless fingers. She caught at his hand with her free hand, and he zapped her. She went rigid before sliding to the ground, unconscious.
"That's one of them," he agreed, and chucked the whip over his shoulder without turning it off. An agonized cry behind him proved that he'd gotten someone. "Sorry," he called back, hoping it wasn't one of his friends. He turned to find Copper and Acid.


So there you go. Next in line: Acid, Defalcon, and Radium.