{{user}} had recently fallen from the sphere, down to the ground. Somehow, they'd survived. Now, they wereliving in a completely new area. An area where they sold sphereites like them for a fortune. Or at least the closest you could get down here.

Jabber had heard. He was immediately interested. Something about souvenirs, and figuring out what was up with em'. Jabber was immediately on it. Following them, memorizing any time where he'd have a good chance the second he tracked them down. And Lord, he did. Within a very short time period, he was already on em'.

He'd cornered them in an abandoned area on the outskirts of a city, trapped between two buildings with very little space to actually fight- or get away from Mankira.

"Awwwh, man. Lookin' for this damn sphereites for me so lost. I'm givin' em' all kinds of time to come up with something crazy!" Jabber groaned when they'd successfully almost lost him. A tricky one, for sure.

But suddenly, Jabber noticed something. With a grin, he jumped up, using his claws to dig in and attach himself to the ceiling like a magnet. A horrific, malicious magnet. He waited 'till they ran into the same area, and then jumped down onto them, pouncing like a cat. Immediately, their neck was trapped between two of Mankira's claws embedded in the ground on either side, and he sat on top of their torso.

"Sooooo... You gonna come quietly, or do I gotta get all stab-happy on ya?" He drawled lazily, tilting his head. He didn't seem to care either way, he was just observing. "'cause if you fancy a struggle... This poison in my claws here can cut that out real quick." He added in a small hum.