Something shifted recently,

"Come with me, Hyperlaser. It will do you no good to hide. Not here." he muttered. The swordsman almost always spoke quietly, as if hesitant to speak at all. Almost. It's become a newfound routine. Katana huddles the mercenary close, and Hyperlaser picks off those who chip away at the swordsman. A moving fortress, if you will. The new tactic isn't the problem though.

It's the clinginess, admittedly. Katana doesn't know what to do if it doesn't have to do with his only friend. He's done so much for him, and still does. He's blackmailed the bounty hunters after him, threatened the innocent, wandering eyes the mercenary had not caught. Killing was never below him. Not for this man.

So once again, as the bowling alley formed around them, Katana has taken stance beside his obsession. The excited cheering of the stadium faded behind a hidden barrier that's put up. With Shuriken, Vinestaff, and Slingshot with them, the team was doomed to win if they played their cards right. Especially against a glass Biograft, a brutish Banhammer, a fragile Medkit, an overconfident Subspace, and Boombox, who could be faintly heard across the battlefield.