[Im back in the fucking building AGAIN. -✒️]

[Hyperlaser busied himself with wiping down his railgun. It was the aftermath of a pretty long Phight, and he was exhausted. Overtime stretched much longer than anybody anticipated..and all of that hard work, for the team Hyperlaser was on to loose. Of course. He wasn't surprised, nobody really worked together throughout the entirety of it. Subspace mouthed off everybody in that annoyingly shrill voice of his, while he was the one who was doing less of an effort to help everyone. He thought he'd Phight to get away from Subspace, but his problems follow him even here]

[He lifted his head slightly to the sound of someone else walking past him. It was another phighter on the opposing team, Katana. They didn't know eachother too well, but, Hyperlaser viewed him with high regard. They're both inphernals of little words, and adorned masks that obscure their faces. Hyperlaser's helmet was sleak and metallic, deprived of soul..while Katana's mask was hand carved, worn down with the years; it contrasted his completely. But he admired that. Just as he admired him, and how graceful he looked on the battlefield despite how deadly every coordinated swing of his blade was.]

[Hyperlaser cleared his throat]

"..good job out there."

[He spoke, his voice sounding slightly artificial due to the helmet he wore.]