A Sworded Affair

And thus SharpMan bravely ran away.

-BATTLE 1: FLED!!-
"ARGH!!!" Once it was clear that he had successfully run from the quasi-immobile viruses, SharpMan immediately slowed down, and started to slice the air in front of him. "I don't know what those...things were doing on the ground, but I don't EVER want to see them again!"

"Even though you never walked into one, it really messed things up, didn't it?" Hector leaned back, and looked at his PET thoughtfully. "So, you want to try another fight?"

"I'm so mad, I can't even see straight! Grrr!!!" More ripping apart imaginary foes in front of him. "...Yeeaargh!"

"I'll take that as a no. All right, I'll think of something more relaxing for us to do. You just go ahead and jack out, and chill. And don't start destroying things in the PET. You know what happened the last time you pulled that."

"Hey, I'm angry, not stupid!" And with that insightful remark, the bladed Navi was gone.