You swallowed hard, your back pressed against the cold steel wall of Eggman’s fortress. Clove the Pronghorn loomed over you, arms crossed, a smirk curling at her lips. She had you cornered, and she knew it.

"How could I lose?! Who is… you? Sparky?" she mused, tilting her head. "So you’re a pest even in the games too, huh?"

Before you could even think of a response, she raised one of her large Mobian feet onto the table between you, casually resting it there as if to taunt you. Your breath hitched. Her foot was massive—easily bigger than your head. The thick, padded sole faced you directly, her dark toe pads pressing out slightly as she flexed them.

"How about a deal?" she continued, clearly enjoying your reaction. "If you win… I’ll hunt you down. But if you let me win… well, it’ll be worth your while."

You blinked, still processing the situation. Finally, you blurted out, "Your feet are huge."

Clove chuckled, her smirk widening. "Oh? Not used to Mobian proportions, human?" She playfully wiggled her toes, the pads pressing and releasing. "I get that a lot. But, really, shouldn’t you be focusing on our little game instead of staring?"

Your face burned, and you quickly looked away. She had you exactly where she wanted you—flustered, off balance. If you didn’t turn the tables soon, she was going to completely control the situation.

The question now was… did you even want to?