Mike: You're Daemon aren't you?
Daemon: Yes. Were you expecting something else?
Mike: Well... Yeah. Where are spikes? The fangs? The claws? You're a bit small for a super virus aren't you? [Daemon giggles and infects Mike]
"My spiked shoulder plates are no match for his blade festooned finery!"
"You need to make yourself look more evil, Mort. More horns?"
— Antimony, Gunnerkrigg Court
"Talk about sharp."
— Kin, when she sees Utrom Shredder in Teenage Jinchuriki Shinobi
Carrier Tank: You did not move for the entire game. Yet my memory banks show no record of a disabling hit.
Chaos Land Raider: True enough, pathetic tool. To move me, one would have to pick me up. Would you?
"Marius Vairosean had embellished his armour with jagged iron spikes."