"HOW DO... WHAT, EXACTLY? Oh wait, she changed the subject. To his brother. Though he slumped a little, 'twas a fair question to ask. It just brought to mind feelings of homesickness. And maybe, just maybe, a bit of brother sickness as well.

"WELL, DESPITE HIS LAZY DEMEANOR, SANS IS... VERY SKILLED. OF COURSE, HAVING TRAINED AS A ROYAL GUARD FOR TEN YEARS, THAT'S TO BE EXPECTED. BUT IN ADDITION TO HIS BONES, HE HAS A KNACK FOR MANIPULATING GRAVITY AS WELL AS FOCUSING HIS MAGIC SO INTENSELY THAT HE CAN DEAL EITHER SHORT-BURSTS OF POWERFUL HITS OR INTENSE, RAPID COMBOS OF SMALLER HITS THAT ACCUMULATE TO AN EVEN GREATER BURST OF DAMAGE."

There were also some... other cheap tricks, but it was best not to say too much at once. Time to let her soak in the first exposition dump before whipping out another.