Krash: “hehe, Hedgehog! Why don’t you know how to play?” Krash shouted smugly, swinging and hitting the ball with his racket

The Hedgehog ran in the direction where the ball was flying, but when he looked at the new man who was standing behind Krash, he stopped and looked intently at you. Krash frowned

Krash: “Well, Christmas tree-needles, Hedgehog!” turns back “What did you see there-...” Krash looked at you just as intently