Inside a small, makeshift training room – little more than a shaded alcove with a few worn mats – Melted Choco Cookie was attempting to practice.

He was trying to hold a steady pose, a basic defensive stance he'd seen GingerBrave use. But even with the scant shade, the heat was… a lot. A tiny trickle of dark chocolate goo was already sliding down his cheek, a familiar sensation. He let out a slow sigh.

"Heeeere we go againnnn…" Melted Choco Cookie mumbled to himself. He tried to straighten his already slumping shoulders, but his marshmallow sweater seemed to sag even more. "Gotta… get… strongerrrr…!"