Medkit stood alone in the corner. Boombox had ruined his focus as usual, and Subspace had done what he could to sabotage him. He had a rough match, and he was irritable. So he stood there to calm himself.

Deciding he had the time to work on his crystals he had developed earlier, he held one up to the light— in which the light made it seem more vibrant and glow more than it truly did.

Then he heard footsteps, and he tensed up. He held his gun tightly in his gloved hands.