Mini-break in the Lab

The buzzsaw-like yo-yo slashed through Tennisman's shoulder and left a long gash that threatened to separate him from his arm. However, even at this critical moment, his thoughts lay on the program who had suffered from the same affliction.

"Zapring!" Tennisman called out.

Holding his shoulder in place, he raised his buster arm and fired off a quick bolt of electricity at the largest Yort virus in a yellow flash.

"That's a nasty cut," Deuce said, "If you hold still, I might be able to stitch it up with my strings."

"No," Tennisman panted, "Fix the program."

"Well... Whatever." Deuce sighed, "A test subject's a test subject."

Tennisman pointed his racket at the Mr. Program and watched as several thin wires crept out of the face and converged on the small program. They penetrated his body and coursed through his skin like snakes. Soon, all his wounds had been sutured perfectly.

"Aaaaand we're done." Deuce finished.

Given the time to catch his breath and block out the pain, Tennisman finally began to survey the scene and strategize again. The smaller Yorts had taken to hiding and the big one was still out in the open, not moving and possibly stunned. The green mystery data could still be salvaged, giving Tennisman a reason not to provoke the viruses into attacking.

"Deuce." Tennisman addressed, before he made a quick and precise swing at the lone Rockcube. The racket responded with a wave of air that passed by undetected until it struck the stone block and toppled it. It fell over backwards with a loud slam and a small tremor, hopefully taking out the Yort behind it.

There was no way he could do the same with the fragile mystery data. He needed indirect attacks. "Boomerang and Aquaneedle." Tennisman said.

Tennisman swung his racket again, except outwards and away from his targets. The expelled Boomerang flew out and began to circle back slowly. At the same time, three sharp spires landed in from above, impacting directly behind the mystery data just as the Boomerang returned.

"Here, Panelshot the last guy." Desmond added, slotting in the chip.

His awareness of the panels around him expanded instantly, allowing him to kick up a metal plate with ease. Tennisman then smashed it forward in a fast serve but was starting to feel his injuries flare up from his exertion.

"You okay?" Desmond asked.

"I will survive." Tennisman replied.



1 - Zapring YortEX (40 damage + stun) x2
Deuce - Restring Mr. Program (heal 30)
Deuce - Gust Rockcube YortA (100 damage)
2 - AquaNeedle YortB (3 x 20 damage)
3 - Boomerang YortB (60 damage)
4 - Panelshot YortEX (60 damage + 5% missing + elec) x2
5 - dodge

After stunning the Yort EX, he crushes a Yort under the stone block and deletes the other with simultaneous attacks from the side and above. The ice shatters and hits the mystery data, but it remains active. Finally with a panel shot, Tennisman dispatches the large Yort.

Victory!

YortA: DELETED
YortB: DELETED
Yort EX: DELETED

MinerA: DELETED
MinerB: DELETED
RockCube: DELETED

DBLCUBEA: DELETED
DBLCUBEB: DELETED
RockCube: DELETED

Mystery Data (Green): MarkCannon1

Terrain: 100% Metal

Tennisman.EXE: 90HP
Deuce.SP: 60HP
Mr. Prog: 25HP
Pickpocket: 100z
TOTAL Rewards: MarkCannon1, 940z, 35 BugFrags

"I think you're approaching the line of the end." Desmond stated awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" Tennisman asked while retrieving the reward data.

"Ok, so I looked up the network map of the Science Labs and there's not a lot of road left to go." Desmond said, "If you stick with this path, you should reach Jadia soon."

Tennisman stopped what he was doing and lowered his head.

"What's wrong now Tennisman?" Deuce asked in an annoyed tone.

"Thank you." He replied, "All of you. I am grateful for your assistance."

"Wasn't... Expecting that." Deuce said.

"Hahahahaha!" Desmond laughed, "Whatever man! We're partners, aren't we?"

Tennisman raised his head back up and nodded once in response.

"But yeah," Desmond continued, "Get the rest of that zenny from the Bandacoon. I wanna put that new chip in the folder."

Learning from past experience, Tennisman asked, "What will you replace?"

"Iunno." Desmond replied, "Uhhh... Sword? Haven't used that in a while."

"That is acceptable if the Katana chip remains." Tennisman said.

"Done deal." Desmond finished.

((Battle 9))

Tennisman continued forward deeper into the net, the Prog Leading the way. The Prog suddenly slows down, and turns back to Tennisman.
We've been moving for a while now, and no evidence of the missing Navis... I don't know if we'll ever find them.
The dejected Prog turns back around and nearly jumps a dozen feet in the air in surprise. A group of HeelNavis rise up from the floor, surrounding the trio. The largest HeelNavi speaks up with a cocky tone.

Well well. Look at what we found! We heard about you deleting one of my followers. We don't look to kindly on Navis who don't know their place. I, the Leader of the Twilight Fist, will make you wish you never graduated from binary code! DELETE HIM!

Warning! Hostile Navis Identified!

((Surrounding Tennisman, Deuce, and Mr. Prog))
HeelNaviA: 300HP [HeatShot1] [Bubbler1]
HeelNaviB: 300HP [Rage Claw] [Rage Claw]
HeelNaviC: 300HP [Cannon]
HeelNaviD: 300HP [Sword]
HeelNaviE: 400HP [Vulcan1] [Vulcan1]]

Terrain: 90% Metal, 10% Glass (Scattered)

Tennisman.EXE: 90HP
Deuce.SP: 60HP
Mr. Prog: 55HP

<(Battle #9: Surrounded! Ready, Serve!)>

They were completely surrounded but Tennisman kept his eyes on their leader as he made his speech. While he listened, he also nonchalantly spun Deuce in his hand slowly, allowing him to analyze the group.

"Well isn't THIS a meeting of the less fortunate." Deuce chuckled, "Rageclaws, a Cannon, a Sword, a Heatshot and a Bubbler... Vulcans!? What happened to you? Was there a sale in some back alley bargain bin?"

"Moonblade?" Desmond asked.

Tennisman nodded as if responding to Deuce's taunts but readied himself for the first attack. The Mr. Program looked short enough to avoid being hit but as for the rest of the enemy group, they looked to be in perfect range.

Apparently, Deuce had also heard Desmond and added, almost inaudibly, "...[size0]Wannaseesomethingcool?[/size]..."

The support program was not only smart mouthed, but also smart enough to take advantage of certain reflexes; such as leaning in slightly upon hearing something too quiet. Tennisman could appreciate the tactical assist and wouldn't let it go to waste. In a flash, the Moonblade chip had loaded, slashed around Tennisman in a perfectly circular arc and disappeared just as quickly.

"Ringlog your way out!" Desmond ordered.

Arbitrarily choosing a pair of the Hellnavis to attack, Tennisman summoned the wooden stump in front of them and used Deuce to slap it forward. There was a sudden vacuum of air around him and a loud pop. A powerful gust of air slammed the log hard into the two enemies still blocking his path, threatening to bowl them over.

Tennisman ran after it and turned to the Mr. Program, issuing a quick, "Follow me!"

"Pardon us!" Deuce taunted as Tennisman and the Mr. Program made their way through the gap.

Tennisman stopped after making it to the other side, letting the Mr. Program pass him by. There was no time for him to dawdle, but he was still hurt from the last battle and couldn't let that stand. Taking a moment to set up his net, he wondered how he could deal with the rest of them all at once. The nagging thought that this was a battle he couldn't win permeated his other thoughts, but he was so close to his objective and he refused to run.



Deuce - Equip (Team Junction)
1 - Moonblade HeelnaviA, HellnaviB, HeelnaviC, HeelnaviD, HellnaviE (90 damage)
2 - Ringlog HeelnaviB, HellnaviC (50 damage)
Deuce - Gust Ringlog faster (clear a path)
3 - Run through HellnaviB, HeelnaviC
4 - Netplay (1-hit shield + 60 heal)
5 - dodge

Tennisman responds to the threat by summoning a shimmering kunai. Before even one of the HeelNavis could even mutter as much as an, "eep!" the blade slammed into the main HeelNavi and slashed in a complete circle. However, the sword-weilding HeelNavi was the last in line in the kunai's path, and managed to move his blade fast enough to block the attack and halt the blade. The kunai disappears, and the HeelNavis, still reeling from the attack, are met with a log rolling towards them. The log knocks two of the Navis away like a pair of bowling pins. Tennisman follows the path of destruction, planting a net behind him. The Prog lags behind, and attempts to leap over the net. A part of his base nicks the top of the net, causing it to faceplant into the floor.

The first HeelNavi fires a HeatShot, attempting to hit the downed Prog. The round hits the net and dissolves into some healing data. The two bowled over navis are slow to stand, but the sword-wielding HeelNavi charges past the diminishing net and after Tennisman. He slashes at our hero, missing by only a few inches. The lead Navi opens up with both of his Vulcans, only a few shots hitting Tennisman and Deuce.


HeelNaviA: 210HP [HeatShot1] [Bubbler1]
HeelNaviB: 1600HP [Rage Claw] [Rage Claw]
HeelNaviC: 1600HP [Cannon]
HeelNaviD: 300HP [Sword]
HeelNaviE: 310HP [Vulcan1] [Vulcan1]]

Terrain: 90% Metal, 10% Glass (Scattered)

Tennisman.EXE: 130HP
Deuce.SP: 50HP
Mr. Prog: 55HP [Immobile]

Not expecting the Sword navi to charge him so quickly, only Tennisman's split second reaction saved him from a potentially devastating attack. But as fast as he was, the additional shower of Vulcan shots was too much for him. He found himself unable to dodge and could only brace himself as he was struck by a hail of bullets. He peered out between his forearms and could see the other navi still close by.

In the cacophony of gunshots, he quietly requested, "Elecpulse."

After the Vulcan finished its rounds, Tennisman quickly shot out his open palm and sent out a wave of distortion in retaliation. Its range was short but the Sword navi was close enough, as were the other two navis who he had just toppled over. More ringed electrical currents continued to ripple out from his palm until he could no longer hold it. He finally closed his fist and retracted his arm in a swift motion, taking up his racket.

"Such a good chip." Deuce commented as he took the time to shield himself.

Tennisman yelled out, "Windracket!" as he closed what little distance separated himself from his target.

There was a powerful swing of his arm and the familiar sound of rushing air pushing against everything in its way. Nothing on the empty landscape seemed to be affected, although everyone within the vicinity of the attack could still feel the change in pressure even after the winds had faded. It was a mildly disorienting feeling that Tennisman had become accustomed to. However, the stabbing pain in his arm was new. He looked down to see wires crisscrossing along an open wound. He traced them down to Deuce, who had apparently impaled him with them without his consent.

"Hold still." Deuce said, "You're not making this very easy."

Tennisman winced and asked, "You performed this procedure on the program?"

"Yes, and he wasn't such a baby about it." Deuce snapped, "There. Done."

The wires dissolved from view, leaving no traces of the sutures. He felt as good as new and was amused by the irony of being restrung by his racket.

"Here, use these." Desmond interrupted.

A moment later, Tennisman found himself holding an armload of bombs.

"What did you slot-in?" Tennisman asked.

"Two Doublebombs!" Desmond said, "Hurry up and throw them!"

The explosive spheres reacted strongly to each other and began to glow ominously. Tennisman recognized this reaction all too well and immediately tossed the cluster of bombs into the enemy group. They landed with several loud explosions and created billowing black clouds of smoke that obscured his view of their leader. He hoped that they also blocked his view of him as well. Having dealt with the immediate threats, his thoughts turned to the Mr. Program lying nearby. Tennisman wasn't sure what to make of his condition and went to check on him.



1 - ElecPulse HeelnaviD, HellnaviB, HeelnaviC (100 damage + glitch) x2
Deuce - Overwrap (40 HP barrier)
2 - Windracket HellnaviD (100 damage + knockback)
Deuce - Restring Tennisman (Heal 30)
3 - DoubleBomb HeelnaviA, HeelnaviE (2 x 20 damage + blast 2)
4 - DoubleBomb HeelnaviA, HeelnaviE (2 x 20 damage + blast 2)
5 - Check if Mr. Program is okay / set him right side up?

Tennisman blasted the HeelNavi with a pulse from his hand, catching a second in the blast. Deuce protected himself as Tennisman sends out a damaging blast of air into the HeelNavi wielding the twin vulcans. The Navi opens fire in panic to somehow stave off the attack, but only accomplishes scraping Tennisman with an occasional round. If that wasn't bad enough, a pair of bombs exploded near the now broken group of HeelNavis and spraying damaging shrapnel every which way.

Tennisman then charged over to the fallen Mr. Prog in an attempt to check up on him. In the meantime, two of the HeelNavis open fire, one with a cannon and the other with a Bubbler. Deuce was in the right place at the right time, and managed to block the shot with his newly formed barrier. Unfortunately, the Bubbler hits its mark and knocks Tennisman to the ground. The Prog Stirs and turns over to see Tennisman fall to the watery projectile. The HeelNavi switches to his HeatShot buster and fires again at our hero. The Prog springs into action, throwing up a protective barrier as he flings himself over to Tennisman. The blast ricochets off the barrier and explodes in the air.

HeelNaviA: 170HP [HeatShot1] [Bubbler1]
HeelNaviB: EJO'D
HeelNaviC: 160HP [Cannon]
HeelNaviD: 80HP [Sword] (Glitched! Dodge -1 Rank!)
HeelNaviE: 190HP [Vulcan1] [Vulcan1]]

Terrain: 90% Metal, 10% Glass (Scattered)

Tennisman.EXE: 100HP
Deuce.SP: 50HP (Barrier Destroyed)
Mr. Prog: 55HP

"Time for Markcannon!" Desmond shouted, "Finish off that Sword guy!"

A targeting reticle flashed across the landscape, zigzagging and scanning the ground for potential targets. Fortunately for Tennisman, his Elecpulse had slowed down his intended victim, making him an even easier target. The focus he normally would have placed into aiming now had a new channel as he charged up the gun with more power. There was a sharp beep as the crosshair snapped into place resulting in the weapon discharged without his consent. Tennisman was a little taken back but he couldn't take it back, nor did he want to. He had other things to worry about. Out of the other three navis he had to deal with, the one with the elemental weapons seemed the most dangerous. Thinking he could deal with the Cannon and Vulcan users later, he set his sights on the third one.

His operator continued to take initiative and gave his own suggestion, "Zapring and Ace Serve one of them. You can Guard while I sort out the rest of the folder."

Seeing as how their two plans were not mutually exclusive, Tennisman nodded and accepted the orders.

"Aim for his Bubbler arm!" Deuce suggested, "Perhaps it will deliver a more damaging blow."

"That is now how elemental weaknesses function." Tennisman argued. The Zapring chip loaded.

Deuce relented, "Fine, then aim for his crotch for all I care. Just shoot him!"

Tennisman fired the Zapring and followed up with a flurry of serves. The tennis balls rocketed straight for the Heelnavi like bullets but Tennisman still traced their paths. However, he though he saw five balls when he clearly only served four. He looked at Deuce.

'What." His racket said bluntly.

He shook the thought and waited for the promised Guard chip. However, by focussing so closely on only one opponent, the other two were rearing to attack. Tennisman waved his racket at the leader and sent a small burst of wind at him to knock him off balance. There was barely enough time to bring back Deuce close to his body as the Guard chip loaded into the racket.

Meanwhile, Desmond mumbled a vague plan to himself, "...Can use panels to... Fire that and that... Maybe pick..."



1 - Markcannon HeelnaviD (70 damage + lock-on) + untapped power (15 damage)
2 - Zapring HeelnaviA (40 damage + stun) x2?
3 - Ace Serve HeelnaviA (4 x 30 damage)
Deuce - Attack HeelnaviA (20 damage)
4 - Guard1 (reflect 60)
Deuce Gust HeelnaviE (sideways/trip)
5 - dodge

Tennisman easily locks on the bugged HeelNavi and blasts him to oblivion. He then targets the duel elemental weapon Navi with a Zapring. The ring zaps the Navi with electricity, holding it still enough to be hit by a flurry of tennis balls. Tennisman pulls up a guard shield, ready to repel any incoming attacks. The leader of the now dwindling group of HeelNavis gladly opens fire with his vulcans. The first shot pings off the shield and blasts him with an equal amount of force.

The bullets continue to come, but his aim is thrown off by a gust of wind hurled from Tennisman. The cannon wielding HeelNavi fires a round at our hero, but is quickly blocked by a barrier thrown up by the Prog. The HeelNavi had started to learn the Progs tactics, and fires a second shot without taking the time to aim. The round hits the ground in front of the pair, but it bounces off the metal surface and strikes the Prog, launching it into the air. The prog hits the ground with a metallic clank, but still manages to stay operational! Amazing...

HeelNaviA: EJO'D
HeelNaviB: EJO'D
HeelNaviC: 160HP [Cannon]
HeelNaviD: EJO'D
HeelNaviE: 180HP [Vulcan1] [Vulcan1]]

Terrain: 90% Metal, 10% Glass (Scattered)

Tennisman.EXE: 80HP
Deuce.SP: 50HP
Mr. Prog: 15HP

"Deuce, can you Restring the program again?" Tennisman asked.

"This isn't a cut. He was shot." Deuce answered, "I'm exactly sure how to proceed here."

"Do what you can." Tennisman said.

Strings crept down and over the program's wound, crossing over each other and arranging themselves into a loose mesh. The wires continually tightened and closed the gaps between themselves. Soon it formed a small patch over the large burn mark that blended in with the natural green colour of its body.

"Maybe I should have been a doctor." Deuce added as he finished.

With another swing of his racket, Tennisman sent a horizontal gust of wind at the Cannon-wielding Heelnavi who had just shot his ally. The wind blew in from his left, blowing in the direction towards the leader.

"...Or I could stay a glorified hand fan." Deuce lamented.

With both opponents in range and the elementalist taken care of, Tennisman was finally free to exploit his own favoured type advantage. He touched the floor with his fingertips to the cold, hard metallic ground and initiated a change. The steel rusted away into an ugly brown that darkened into a crude soil. The first blades of grass sprouted near his touch and spread out and under the pair of Heelnavis until the only metal panels that remained were the ones that outlined the edge of his new tennis court.

"Fireburn!" Desmond said.

Tennisman was hoping to preserve his new court for a little longer but he didn't have the luxury to do so. Instead, he raised his arm and razed the ground. In a blaze of fire, his court was incinerated. The flames were brief but powerful, charring the blades of grass to cinders. The dry draft that blew into his face stung his eyes and he wondered how it must feel being caught in that inferno. As the fires died down, Tennisman could still see both navis were clearly still alive.

"TwinFang?" Desmond added, "Man, these guys are tough..."

Tennisman fired off the double barrelled gun knowing full well it didn't have the strength to finish off the Vulcan navi. However, he refused to continue.

"And what do you hope to accomplish by sparing him like this?" Deuce asked.

"There must be an end to this vicious cycle." Tennisman said, addressing both his racket and the leader.

"The only thing these guys understand is fighting. They're not like you and the sooner you get rid of that bleeding heart, the easier it'll be to keep the rest of you from bleeding!"

"Don't just stand there! Finish him or leave him!" Desmond shouted, "Firehit!"

Tennisman's hand wreathed itself in an aura of flames. He stared into it and contemplated the constant fighting he was forced into and the many more battles that would undoubtedly come. He stared into the ever changing form of the fire wrapped around the steady shape of his own hand. He sighed and closed his fingers into a fist, dropping his arm to his side.

"Please, leave me alone. It was not my intention nor through my actions that your subordinate was deleted. I seek to rectify the situation." Tennisman announced in a stern voice and turned away.

He considered finishing with a threat but the voices that advocated that thought were not his own. They were Deuce's and Desmond's.

This was his voice and his decision.



Deuce - Restring Mr. Program (heal 30)
Deuce - Gust HeelnaviC into HeelnaviD
1 - Court Change (grass)
2 - Fireburn1 HeelnaviC, HeelnaviD (50 damage) x2
3 - TwinFang HeelnaviC, HeelnaviD (70 damage)
4 - ethical dilemma
5 - Firehit1 no one ((only HeelnaviC if applicable)) (60 damage)

Deuce patches up some of Tennisman's wounds and sends a powerful torrent of air towards the HeelNavis, blowing the cannon/wielding Navi a bit closer to the head HeelNavi. After changing the area around him to grass, he opens up with a flamethrower and roasts the pair with flames boosted by the grass below. He then fires a pair of spikes into the the HeelNavis, forcing one to EJO and all but EJOing the last. The HeelNavi sinks to one knee, gripping the spike wedged in his shoulder with his now normal left hand. The HeelNavi speaks, his voice devoid of its originally cocky tone.

You... Now I know how you were able to do it... You will regret this, I swear to you! You will pay!!!
The HeelNavi sinks into the floor and apparently jacks out. I think you might have made a friend!

Victory!

HeelNaviA: EJO'D
HeelNaviB: EJO'D
HeelNaviC: EJO'D
HeelNaviD: EJO'D
HeelNaviE: Logged Out

Terrain: 80% Metal, 10% Glass, 5% Grass, 5% Normal

Tennisman.EXE: 80HP
Deuce.SP: 50HP
Mr. Prog: 45HP
Rewards: 1000z, 80 BugFrags

"And now you've earned the wrath of some criminal organization." Deuce quipped, "Fantastic."

The fire around his fist extinguished itself as Tennisman replied, "Whether or not I forced him to jack out is of no consequence. He would still have bore the same grudge regardless."

"Then maybe you should have deleted him." Deuce said with an obvious mocking tone.

Tennisman stared grimly into his racket before looking away in disgust.

"Seriously, what did you expect? That he'd just forgive you for beating the crap out of his goons and humiliating him like that?" Deuce laughed, "You should have crushed him when you had the chance! Now who knows what he'll do now?"

There was a tense silence as Tennisman walked away from the battle site.

"I think it's a good thing." Desmond said, "It's not easy doing what you do, and that's what makes it worth doing."

"...Thank you." Tennisman mumbled.

"Alright then! Just a little further until you reach the end." Reminded his operator.

((BATTLE 10))

Tennisman continues forward, under the guidance of the Prog. It turns towards Tennisman as it slides across the floor.
Thanks for the assist back there. I probably could have handled it myself, but thanks anyway.
The Prog turns back, but starts to slow its pace.
I wonder who that is. Hopefully friendly...

There is a red figure on the horizon, standing there calmly on the net floor. As they get closer, some more features come into view. A long red dress...? Is that Jadia?!?

Tennisman finally reached his objective and found himself at a loss for words. He had been so busy with the chase and fighting his way here that he had not really considered what to do once he arrived. He stared blankly at her trying to think of something but his mind only drew blanks.

Deuce was uncharacteristically quiet.

As Tennisman continued to gaze at her from a distance, he could tell there were too many things that weren't sitting right. Nothing seemed as it should have and even though there was a tinge of familiarity about her, it was too vague to be of any comfort.

Finally he asked his question, "Who are you?"

Jadia's dress is much longer than her normal garb, but its split in such a way that it seems almost like a thick ribbon strung over a transparent cone from her waist to the floor. She still wears her skirt underneath, so no fan-service for you! Her blouse remains somewhat the same as the time they first met, just with a little more frills.

Jadia turns to Tennisman, her brow furrowed in confusion. Her voice seems a bit clearer, she must have been working on her English during the time Tennisman was gone.
What do you mean, "who are you?" You don't remember me? I remember you, Tennisman!
She notices Tennisman looking at her, she smiles.
Ah, you like my dress, no? I bought it a few days ago!
She takes a little turn, causing the little frills to flap in the wind.

He was torn. On one hand, he wanted so much for Jadia to be here, in front of him, alive and well. On the other hand, he had watched her delete a navi in cold blood without a second thought. The two couldn't be the same navi in his mind, but what if it was true? He didn't really know her that well, this could be the true side of the navi he had met in Yumland.

He went along with the notion that it might be her and asked, "Jadia, what are you doing here?"

He clenched his racket tightly in anticipation of her explanation.

Jadia turns back to Tennisman and shifts her focus away from her new dress.
Well, I was going shopping in Yumland, then encountered some strange hole... with lots of colors swirling around it. What do you call it... a portool? Well, I was curious and looked at it. It became bigger so fast, and I fell in. Then I found myself here. And you showed up! I'm so relieved!
She walks up to Tennisman, and hugs him warmly.
I'm so glad you are here! I thought I would never find my way out of this place, shenki tora!

The warmth of her hug gave him a visions of nostaliga when they first met. He closed his eyes and drowned in the thought of having her close again. He gingerly placed his free hand around her and hugged her back, still wielding Deuce with his other hand. And then, if only for a moment, Tennisman forgot about his troubles, about fighting and about his insecurities surrounding her. He was free.

No.

With his other hand still wielding Deuce, he gently removed her arms from around him. He couldn't do this. Tennisman knew he would regret it but asked one more question.

"That Navi who attacked you before," He said, "Did you delete him?"

Jadia takes a step back, confused and saddened by Tennisman's odd response. Tears came to her eyes.
What are you talking about? I just fell in some hole in the ground and somehow came here! *sniff*
She crosses her arms around her chest and her shoulders shudder as she begins to sob. The Prog bumped into Tennisman's leg, and looked up to him with his light green disk-like eyes.
That was a bit harsh, boy.