Flanker: That Annihilator is a traitor!

Annihilator: What!? I am not!

Flanker: Then prove it!

Annihilator: You son of a-

Brute (Interjected): No. Stop it. Both of you.

Flanker: Oh yeah!? What are you gonna do about it, fatty!?

Brute uppercuts Flanker with his fists, accidentally sending Flanker flying at high air above him due to friendly fire!

Flanker: AAAHHHHHH!

Mechanic: O_o

Flanker then lands on ground hard, sustaining some damages, but gets healed shortly after by the doctor of the group.

Flanker begins a light-hearted banter with Marksman after recovery, joking about the incident that occurred between him and Brute Flanker: Not as good as I'd done... But y'know, still a fair job.

Marksman: Heh! Your face is looking a bit red there. Must've hurt a lot.

Flanker stays silent as his wound heals with the help of the doctor.

Agent: Agent sits back, sipping on some coffee and watching while typing something on Floryn's computer. She seems rather unfazed by the situation at hand.

Also Agent: Whispering This is fun to watch, so I'll keep it going for a bit longer~

Arsonist: Shut. Up. Flanker.

Flanker: You know what? I might think you're jealous. Perhaps you're just frustrated that you lack my charm and wit.