Outside the hailstorm world, Hathon began his sprint toward the opponent he had been longing to face for weeks. A crazed grin sank into the folds of Hathon's face and his metal gauntlets creaked slightly from his tightly clenched fists.
But someone else was already nearby, only a couple dozen bromes away. So, Hathon cleared his path before moving on to his true target.
CH-CH-CRACK!!
The approaching turtle commander readied his shield and perimeter to tank Hathon's charge. And the torrent of vibrations unleashed by Hathon's heavy punch dented the commander's tower shield, leaving a small crack on the other side of the shield.
"Sorry, I don't have time to play with you!" Hathon bellowed with a hearty laugh. "Catch up if you can!"
The turtle commander was already confused by everything else going on. With the appearance of Nadon's world and Hathon's strange retreat, the turtle commander was all the more baffled by Hathon's last comment.
