"The bugs appear toward possess us encroaching," Teethman commented nervously. He saw that his improvised 'friends' had jumped forward to the battle at the front; he turned his own attention behind to the menacing group of supercharged Metools and and thorny Cacty, recalling the unappealing prick of thorns in his teeth as a stale memory from his glory days. "Fine, I may simply presume that because my comrades are tending with the foes at the main, they need like me to mess with the behind. Hal, may I acquire-" the Navi's sentence was stopped short, as he saw his operator fallen asleep and snoring at his breakfast table. The lack of sleep from the prior night seemed to have taken its toll on the eighteen-year old. "Hal!" Teethman called with urgency, "present is never quite the moment!"
Hal suddenly bolted upright, returning to his senses. "Oh, man! Did I fall asleep in the middle of an operation? The last thing I remember is that Lava guy with his platform thing... viruses, huh?"
Teethman nodded with a bit of impatience, giving dry silence to the inquiry.
"Eherm... well, looks like you're taking the back," Hal said, scratching the back of his head and raising an eyebrow. "Now, dealing with these guys, the only elemental advantage we can take is against the Cacty type, and the only chip we have to do that with is Heatshot. I'm going to upload that first, but know that this might prove to be a kind of tricky fight: you're going to be working off of your own strength more than my help."
"Fine, so wide as you proceed toward slotting snacks, I shall get concern of the remainder," Teethman replied, turning his back to his allies and trusting them to take care of attacks from behind. In preparation, his arm blocks began shifting as usual. They took on the stacked form necessary for a gun, including the pipe running to his rocket-propelling backpack that would provide fuel for his fiery shot. Hopefully, the Heatshot would be clear out some of the shrubbery, but that was all he could expect as a handout this match. Raising his right arm, which had already begun to burn hotter than before, he leveled the flaming shot with the shivering mass of greenery and thorns and released a fireball that blazed through the alleyway. Instead of allowing the blocks to reclaim their normal arm position, Teethman skipped the middleman and simply began releasing his arm blocks as they were, the tube-like extension withdrawing as the lasers began to charge on the detached appendages. Finally, the six pieces released a laser that tore through the air in a steady line, aiming to blast a MetoolEX off of the Net.
Feeling the alley was too cramped of a distance for him to use his tumbling manner of dodging anyway, for now Teethman would rely on his shield to protect himself. As the arms snapped back into position, they began to whirl and elongate in their familiar fashion. Soon, they had claimed the rectangular shape necessary to protect every square of his front: now, he only hoped his allies had taken care of the attacks from behind.
Heatshot to CactyA [40 + 10 (UP boost) x 2 = 100, splash]
Sparkling Whites to MetEXA [70]
Shield
[Facing back]
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