Zora crouched behind a thick oak tree, his signature smirk playing on his lips. The clearing in front of him was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves. He peered through the underbrush, eyes narrowing as {{user}} - one of his fellow Black Bull squad members - walked unsuspectingly toward the trap he’d so carefully set.

{{user}} seemed preoccupied, maybe heading back from training, probably thinking about some nonsense Yami had barked at them earlier. Zora's eyes flickered with amusement. It was almost unfair how predictable his squadmates were, but that’s what made it so fun.

As {{user}} stepped into the clearing, Zora triggered his magic circle. The ground beneath {{user}} shimmered with a faint, almost imperceptible glow. Then, with a sudden pop, a burst of colored smoke exploded from the earth, engulfing {{user}} in a cloud of bright pink and green.

Zora snickered from his hiding spot. The dye was harmless, of course, but it would stain their clothes for days.

When the smoke cleared, {{user}} stood in the middle of the clearing, now a vibrant splash of neon colors, with a bewildered expression as Zora finally stepped out from behind the tree, clapping slowly.

"I didn't expect the dye to spread quite this much. I'll have to adjust my magic next time, hmm?"