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It’s a beautiful day in Crossroads.
Birds were chirping, flowers were blooming.
On days like these, phighters like Skateboard…
…should be burning the pavement behind him.
On this day, Skateboard was, in fact, burning the pavement behind him. Passerbys and other phighters quickly stepped aside, not wanting to end up being a part of Skateboard’s collision course. It was evident to all that whatever Skateboard had to do or wherever he had to go, it was an important issue.
Surely it couldn’t be some minor and insignificant matter, right?
…right?
Skateboard blazed down the cracked concrete all the way to the dry, sweltering environment of Lost Temple.
“Sword? Sword! Where are youuuuu?”
He knew that Sword either stuck around Medkit or Venomshank.
And since he knew that Venomshank usually didn’t show up at such an early hour in the morning, he knew that his best bet was with Medkit.
Luckily for Skateboard, he knew exactly where to find the dull, emotionless doctor.
“Thanks, Medkit! You’re always ready to patch me up whenever I get injured, huh?”
“No worries, Sword. And yes, I’ll be here to patch you up despite all the times you go and blow yourself up even when I tell you not to.”
Sword walked out the door with a few new bandages, some around his torso, and some around his arms.
“And remember, don’t go blowing yourself up again. Though, I highly doubt you’ll even listen, considering how you got blown up.”
“Heh no promises, Doc!”
Medkit sighed in dejection.
“You got blown up by your gear. Your own gear isn’t even meant to blow up. It's meant to slash people dead, not act as a pipe bomb. I really can’t tell if I should be impressed or disappointed.”
“Just a little something I learnt from my friend! It’s useful for the phights!”
“It may be useful, but it shouldn’t compromise your safety. Especially because you still owe me for the past three visits.”
Sword laughed at this statement, knowing that Medkit would not, despite Sword’s unpaid medical bills, hold that against him. They were friends by faction, after all- and they were on good terms with each other.
The sound of plastic rolling across asphalt cut their conversation short, and they barely had time to react before a blur of red yanked Sword's gear out of its sheathe.
"HEY-"
Skateboard stopped a short distance away from them and stepped on the end of his board. The vehicle tilted upwards, and he grabbed it and placed it on the nearby wall.
"Skateboard! No! What do you intend to do with that?!"
"...whatever happens to any of you two, I'll make sure you pay your medical bills."
Skateboard pulled a lemon out of his pocket and threw it in the air.
"Prepare yourselves!"
He slashed at the lemon, a wide grin on his face as he visualised the lemon getting cut into perfect, equal slices from a faultless cut straight into the lemon. He could almost see Medkit and Sword staring at him with a bewildered expression on both their faces upon looking at the perfectly cut lemon, without a single cut or scratch on its surface...
Skateboard missed, and the lemon hit him square in the forehead.